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going to be archiving this blog and making a new mastermind naegi blog with the same url! if anyone following me is still active I hope to see you there <3 if I end up not being active there, my other active rp blogs are @rcsentful and @wouldhope

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Boy howdy it’s been forever. Anyone here still alive?

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               ʜᴇ's  ᴀ  𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 —;;

                                   ѕɪɴɢʟᴇ﹣ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ.                                    HE           WON'T          STOP                                    ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛѕ  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛѕ. 

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numb-talent‌: 

“Hmm, i feel…” Izuru trailed off as if he didn’t know how to answer that question and just started staring at Naegi and tried to th͘ink̡ of how he felt

He felt… nothing, like a empty hollow shell of a being but that was probably not what Naegi wanted to hear, he probably just wanted to hear a im fine and then move on with his life not worrying about it

Izuru pondered for a moment why in day to day life people ask how somebody is without wanting to hear the truth and always saying ‘good’ or ‘fine’. This thought process was how ever was useless and frankly felt like a waste of time for him

“I feel…. fine i guess?” He looked away for a moment 

“I don’t know… Something feels very wrong, like when your…” Izuru tried to remember a family member he had but his mind drew a blank “friend i suppose texts you with a address and nothing else. Something is off but i don’t know what and i guess im ne̕r͏̡͢v̸ơus̛̀?”

That last part was a lie, he felt nothing at all which was probably the most troubling thing about this

At least it would have been if weren’t for the fact that at that moment Izuru heard something

“í͉͍̺̓̍̄ͥ̅ͣ̋͛ ̤̱̆ͯ͗t͎͙̞̗̭̋̃̅ͦ͑ͧ̆̑h̭̻̝̭͙̘̮͌͒͆̂̓ͫi͖̬̠̅͒̑̓n̼͍̰̤͖̲̊̽͑ͩ̑̒k̯͔̮͇̺̒͂̓̓ͣͦͅ ̘͎̩̦̦͗̀ͯ̒w̖̦̜̑́͑e͔̗̱͉͓̮̒̀ͦ͌̔ͮ͆̚'̪̠̽ͩ̂ͩͮ̈́͑v̯̺̹̭̩͂ḙ̫͔̍ ̹̬̻̲͇̯̔̌ͥm̘̮̌̅ê͎̝̯̖̲̥͉̦̈́̿̋̈́ͨ̾̍͗t̤̘͒̎ͮ͊ ͚̜̳̗̩̰̮̬̜ͣ̉ͧ͊h͚͎͓͉̲̝̩̳̠̆̎̇i̭͉̜̥̠͎̟̋m̹͈ͩ̔̓̿̊̆̓̾̇ ̱̺̬ͩͦb̤͉͙̠̦̭̰̫̲̔̈́͆̌ͣe̤͆̿f̭̖̦̗͓̐͆o͙͖̖̘ͤ͑r̗̞̩̟̠ͬ̾̃ͨ̈́e̦͓ͨ̿̿̋̓̍̎”

Izuru knew that was not anybody in the room with him at the present moment but he did jump a bit in his seat when he heard it and looked over his shoulder to see just the empty classroom

“s͙̰̭̳̎̆͒o͇͔̳̘̖͚͙̫̜ͩ̂͌ͣḿ̬̳̗̝̼̯̮ͮͨ̏̾̄ͥ̽ͅê͇͈̰̳̲̞͕͒ͨ̌ͪ͆͐͑ẗ̝́ͩ̾ͥͣ̋ͥͨ͊h̹̯̥͈͓̣̘̩̎͆ͪ̿i̫̤͖̖̹̤̓͆͆̈́̈ͧ͗ṋ̰̹͓̂g̱͓̘̳͍ͮ̈̾ͬͩͭ̌͂ ͓̩͚̠̯̜̞͋̽̇ͧ͌i̯͚͖̩͇̟̫ͤ̿͆̌s̖͙̰͓̦̐ͬ̍͑ͨͫ̚ͅ ̺͖̻͙̼̍̑̓w̯͇͓͕̦͓̤͓͒͂ͯͯr͉͙̖̋ͬo̩̤͚̮̤̤ͪ͌̄n̦̟̬̦̞̖̥͒ͭ͋g̜̦̬̖͈͖̜̓”

     “I see...”

     That was odd... A side effect of the tampering, he assumed. It was no wonder that he felt like something was wrong, in reality he wasn’t even supposed to e̝̠͖͠x͙̦̯̞͔̬̻i͔̺̻̻̮ͅs̤̟̗̳͕t̶ in the first place - Maybe Izuru knew that deep down, maybe somewhere in there he still knew he was supposed to be H̗͕͇͙̱a͈͈̘ͅj̲̙̺͘i̲ḿ̝͕̫͚͔e͖ ̼̙̕H̰͈̞́i̹̥̭͇̝̥̝n̶̫̮̣̹̬ạ̼̟̹͟ţa. 

     He hummed a bit, setting his things down on his desk before turning back to him, eyes searching the other’s expression for any sort of emotion. He certainly didn’t seem nervous - That is, until he jumped a bit at seemingly nothing, watching with a concerned gaze as Izuru looked over his shoulder. It seemed like he’d heard something, something that Makoto couldn’t - Another side effect?

    “... What is it? Did you hear something? You seem jumpy...”

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I know exactly what I want and who I wanna be      I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine           I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy

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swanwinged-princess replied to your post “*remembers that one thread i had w tutu* oh god oh fU”

(im picking thru my drafts rn... u want me 2 respond to that.... ;^3)

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*remembers that one thread i had w tutu* oh god oh fU