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heads & tails

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@memoriastellarum​

new year's day

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once again no longer shutting up about obbligato now that it has been fully translated, even though i’m not here physically

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@ohkava

big bro himemu :’)

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This is my favorite HiMERU sketch I've ever made <3

Yubisaki no Ariadne is still one of my very favorite Enstars songs <3

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i feel like i should apologise again for not being on here, even tho ik i don’t need to !!! i have good threads going on discord/servers and also am writing fic on ao3 when i can, so i have focused less on tumblr replies and more on writing ( literally anywhere else kladsjgh ). i’m still doing them occasionally though obviously, but i am having a good time with tumblr on the backburner as well. if you would like to write w me tho, i am happy to make lil 1x1 servers / y'all geriatrics know where to find me. hehehee.

odd-eyed みかちゃん！#0605

you’ll also be hearing from me in 3 days when neverland starts bc i’m going STRAIGHT for 5* shu.

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awesomeuchuu​. 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞.

You didn’t punch an idol’s face. That was common knowledge, even someone like him knew that much. And resorting to that kind of roguish behavior wasn’t something Rinne wanted to do either. That took the fun out of fighting like this. He couldn’t even remember properly what started everything and did it matter? No. He wanted to see HiMERU get undone. Wanted to see him lose his cool and drop the facade just once. 

(Was Rinne good at dropping his facade? Hell no. He had no intention of doing that either. Double standard at its best, he supposed, but he didn’t care.) 

Had he meant to draw blood? Probably. For a moment or two, adrenaline rushing through him and he just wanted to see. Also, HiMERU’s hands around his throat sure worked against him trying to think logically about matters and instead he pushed and pushed himself closer up against HiMERU’s body, a predatory grin lacing his face. 

“Yeah? Tell me then… What do I wanna do, eh? Want me to screw your brains out until you can’t take it anymore?”

HiMERU  is  not  as  trained  in  martial  arts  as  he  knows                figures               rinne  is.      and  he’s  clearly  not  as  strong,    either,    considering  rinne  definitely  shows  a  good  stack  of  muscle  at  his  arms  while  HiMERU  only  works  out  lightly  when  he  can.      but  there’s  something  about  going  against  rinne  right  now  that  intrigues  him.      he  assumes  it’s  due  to  the  fact  that  he  doesn’t  normally  get  to  go  against  rinne,    that  he  always,    mostly,    listens  to  what  the  leader  of  their  raggedy  band  of  idols  has  to  say.

he’s  used  to  seeing  such  a  ridiculous  grin  from  rinne,    but  he’s  not  used  to  it  being  so  close.      or  rinne  being  so  close.      he  forces  himself  to  stay  still,    straightening  himself  up  against  rinne  so  that  he  can  just  nearly  look  him  in  the  eye.      the  tiniest  difference  in  their  heights  had  never  bothered  him  until  now.      his  grip  tightens  slightly,    as  if  capable  of  keeping  the  man  at  bay.

❝        is  that  what  you’re  thinking  of  doing,    amagi  ?        ❞        a  smirk  curls  at  his  lip.      oh,    this  is  a  challenge.      he  really  is  getting  a  bit  hot  under  the  collar  thanks  to  rinne,    but  he  won’t  let  him  win  at  this.        ❝        ‘screw  HiMERU’s  brains  out  ?’  you  could  try,    but  …  what  will  you  tell  our  fans  when  they  ask  where  HiMERU  is,    after  you  do  it  ?      will  you  tell  them  exactly  what  you’ve  done  ?        ❞

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until the day you wake up

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saintsumi​. 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞.

the  smell  of  the  beans  always  tickles  his  sinuses.     it  isn’t  exactly  pleasant.   the  smokiness  of  the  roast  reminds  him  of  tobacco,  but  perhaps  that  is  because  he  selected  such  a  fine  coffee  to  treat  the  other  with ?   regardless,  for  this  hour  it  is  far  too  much  caffeine.   now  is  the  time  when  he  should  be  resting,   rid  himself  of  the  stresses  of  such  a  day.   the  paper  cup  steams,  floral  aroma  much  gentler  on  the  senses.   its  twin  is  held  opposite,  but  not  for  long,   as  it  is  settled  upon  a  surface,   and  warm  fingers  find  other  purchase.   thinly  twining  in  the  strands  of  cerulean  which  guard  the  face  of  his  companion,   a  bit  too  long  these  days,   and  tucking  it  behind  a  sensitive  ear.   careful  not  to  tickle  him  where  he  knows  he  may.

❝           HiMERU - san,   you  can  hardly  keep  your  eyes  open. ❞            there  is  some  apology  hiding  there.   though,  he  is  only  a  bit  sorry  for  the  action.   he  does  not  mean  to  fuss  more  than  he  will  accept,   however …   to  see  his  head  nod  like  a  sleepy  kitten  is  all  worth  his  transgression.          ❝  you  will  have  to  sleep  earlier  tonight.   drink this.  ❞

it  is  not  his  personal  craft,   simply  a  store - bought  blend,   but  it  seemed  to  be  a  reputable teashop.   a  black  tea,  not  too  caffeinated,   with  notes  of  hibiscus  and  tangerine.   if  he  closes  his  eyes,   he  sees  it  coming  from  open  blossoms  and  ripe  fruit  on  the  branch.   floral  bouquet,   high acidity.   refreshing  and  perky.   he  offers  the  cup,   parrying  the  other’s  scolding  with  a  simple  gesture,   inching  ever  closer  to  his  side.

❝  i  will  join  you  for  a  cup.  ❞       it  isn’t  a  question.   he  has  already  found  his  seat,   and  moves  toward  it,   shoulders  squared  toward  the  very  comfortable  armchair  close  by.   aims  to  curl  himself  between  the  arms  and  cradle  his  tea  and  behold  HiMERU  and  be  rejuvenated.       ❝  doesn’t  that  seem  nice  ?  ❞

HiMERU  seems  warm.   he  hopes  he  is  not  falling  ill.

HiMERU  really  doesn’t  need  the  drink  to  help  wake  him  up.      tatsumi  does  all  of  that  all  by  himself,    by  no  other  means  than  by  simply  existing.      he  triggers  some  fight-flight-freeze  instinct  in  him  every  time  he  speaks.      though  …  lately  …  such  an  adverse  reaction  has  been  sluggish  in  coming.      HiMERU  worries  he  may  be  getting  softer  towards  tatsumi,    when  he  deserves  nothing  but  to  be  looked  upon  with  judgement  and  cast  some  awful  sinner’s  punishment  for  what  he  had  done.

instead,    he  says  nothing.      his  eyes  droop  again,    before  he  blinks  them  open  and  keeps  them  wide  and  gazes  down  at  the  cup  he’s  taken  without  even  noticing.      even  he  can  tell  in  his  sleepy  reverie  that  there’s  a  bitter  tinge  to  it,    but  it  doesn’t  smell  awful  to  him.      in  fact,    it  smells  pretty  nice.

he  really  has  no  strength  to  argue.        ❝        hmm.        ❞        and  he  follows  tatsumi  over  to  the  chairs.      there  is  another,    identical,    right  next  to  his,    and  himeru  makes  a  temporary  home  there,    perching  on  it  with  one  leg  crossed  beneath  him.      he  clutches  his  cup,    holding  it  to  his  nose  and  letting  the  scent  overwhelm  his  senses.      his  prickling,    tired  gaze  settles  on  tatsumi.

ever  the  saint.      ever  the  welcoming,    warm,    smiling  gaze  of  a  man  who  seems  to  want  nothing  more  on  the  outside  than  to  make  sure  those  around  him  are  safe  and  rested  up.      a  terribly  confusing  man  who  HiMERU  wants  to  hate  so  badly  he  feels  stupid  for  it.      the  yearning  of  hatred  has  nothing  on  the  constant  feeling  that  he’s  wrong.      he’s  wrong  for  thinking  it.      he  can’t  fight  against  it.

❝        thank  you.        ❞        he  lowers  his  head.        ❝        you  shouldn't  have.        ❞        in  a  voice  dripping  with  unamusement.      yet  there  is  a  sliver  of  grateful  truth  in  there  that  he  can't  hide,    on  account  of  his  being  too  tired  to  do  so.        ❝          you  are  this  kind  to  everyone,    aren't  you  ?        ❞

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helter-spider ..................

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himeru and kaname in that order

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@hymneru​​ :        “ everyone runs the risk of being swallowed up. ”  while staring directly at mana. pleasantly.  [  𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚇𝙴𝚂  ] .

     mana  can’t  deny  the  way  that  sometimes,  when  the  other  idol  says  things  like  this,  in  that  way  —  that  it  unnerves  them.  in  a  manner  very  distinct  with  that  picture  perfect  smile  that  manages  to  take  on  another  feeling  entirely  and  evoke  a  similar  reaction,  tugged  on  without  mercy  like  a  fist  wrapped  up  in  twine.  and  sometimes,  when  pinked  hues  glance  around  them,  nobody  else  seems  to  notice.    the  way  himeru  can  wear  an  expression  thirty  different  ways  when  they  converse.    but  he  also  isn’t  the  first  to  be  this  way  and  insinuate  in  all  the  ways  in  which  mana  should  mind  their  business;  keep  their  space.    and  he  will  be  far  from  the  last  —  stuck  with  the  shoulder  heavy  burden  of  the  simple  fact  he  caught  himself  on  the  edges  of  mana’s  interest  and  unease  in  such  a  unique  way.    they’re  no  stranger  to  hiding  things,  it  seems  —  and  isn’t  there  some  kind  of  poetic,  fancied  phrase  out  there,  that  talks  about  how  similar  things  can  sense  the  factors  they  have  in  common  with  the  other  ?    she’ll  find  out  what  he’s  hiding,  eventually.    but  until  then,

     “  and  will  you,  himeru  ?  ”

     perhaps  mana  has  been  a  little  too  nosy  these  past  couple  of  weeks.    though  to  be  fair  to  each  of  them,  he  picks  up  on  them  in  ways  they’re  not  used  too;  subtle  pushes  and  shoves  in  an  attempt  to  guide  him  right  to  where  they  want  him  as  they  do  with  everyone  else.    while  each  time  right  before  the  cage  should  close  he  slips  right  through  it  like  water,  and  almost  ensnares  the  trapper  with  their  own  trap.    and  it’s  fun,  in  a  way.    thrilling.

     finger  tips  rest  atop  slowly  curving  tiers  in  a  motion  aimed  to  read  thought  to  the  outward  room,  and  to  mask  just  enough  the  way  they  move  through  each  and  every  word  so  only  he  may  see.    there’s  not  much  fight  to  put  up  this  time,  just  a  toying  and  a  reminder:  they’ll  make  sure  it  applies  to  him,  too.      “  disappear    —  ”        tips  chin  upwards,  to  gaze  at  him  across  their  chosen  seats  ‘neath  a  forest  of  lashes  and  slowly  rebait  the  trap  right  before  their  very  eyes.    tongue  peaks  out  and  barely  runs  the  scape  of  lopsided  bottom  lip  and  kisses  teeth,    waits  to  see  if  he  takes  it.    “  find  yourself  devoured  by  something  hungry ?  ”  

     more  bodies  begin  to  mill  about  the  room  now,  and  that’s  the  cue  to  bring  each  of  them  to  standing,  bringing  to  reality  the  shortness  of  this  moment.    mana  strides  to  where  his  jacket  is  set  and  dips  nails  into  it  to  bring  it  for  him.    one  more  glance  around  the  area,  and  mana  see’s  more  and  more  of  his  unit  mates  pile  through  and  none  of  her  band  members  (  rightfully  so,  as  they’re  scheduled  to  discuss  something  else  in  one  of  the  Square’s  meeting  rooms  of  their  temporary  contract  in  partnership  with  another  unit.  but  none  of  them  needed  to  know  that  little  detail,  now did  they  ?  ).    mana’s  grip  feels  the  weight  of  himeru’s  as  he  accepts  the  jacket  and  they  start  to  plan  their  stride  to  leave  in  lieu  with  the  small,    sparse  wave  of  previous  bodies  who  meander  about  in  the  background.    “or  do  you  have  the  desire  to  swallow  me  into  nothing  ?    be  honest  with  me .  ”

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ohkava​. 𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮.

first of, he’s glad that himeru’s so kind and accept his invitation. it makes him smile and really excited to spend time with his senior. they would often hit random food spots together, be it for a dessert, lunch or even dinner. it gives the boy joy knowing that someone appreciates him this much and doesn’t treat him like a damn child.

secondly, however, the sole mention of consuming anything but sweets as a first course kind of bothers him, but he doesn’t show it. but himeru’s right— no matter the sweet tooth, he still ought to get something decent to eat first instead of rushing to the desert. himeru’s tone gives off that he’s acting like another adult, but kohaku knows that he means well, and so he accepts it.

“yea, o’ course”, he vows, “we can have some nice dinner first. they do have warm ‘n cold meals to enjoy as well.” — he just never pays mind to these, he’s only there for the sweets, but having something savory, filling and perhaps warm for a change wouldn’t sound bad, either.

he gives niki and rinne a look, while they’d have their usual squarrel, then heaves a sigh as he’s finished change into his casual clothing. “’kay, he begins. ‘m ready when y’ are. i know th’ way to th’ shop, so stick ta me, will ya?” 

of course he’s sounding precocious here, but that’s just his shtick. while he’s still shorter and younger than himeru, he’d try anything to sound like a grow-up, not caring whether he’d sound irritating at it or not.

he’s  more  than  grateful  for  the  opportunity  to  get  out  and  go  somewhere  that  isn’t  anywhere  in  the  vicinity  of  their  two  bickering  unitmates.      no  matter  how  much  they  happen  to  do  just  that,    HiMERU  is  convinced  he’ll  never  get  used  to  it,    or  even  want  to  stand  around  and  listen  for  more  than  a  good  half  minute.      and  he’s  too  exhausted  to  step  in  at  the  moment.      besides  that,    the  prospect  of  having  a  quieter  time  with  kohaku  and  a  bit  of  good  food  and  sweets  is  more  than  enough  to  convince  him.

kohaku’s  trying  to  be  responsible  on  the  outside.      HiMERU  has  experience  enough  with  his  life  that  he  recognises  the  telltale  try-hard  certainty  in  a  voice,    the  purposeful  conviction  in  the  way  he  stands.  it’s  something  he  admires  in  his  unitmate,    as  much  as  it  amuses  him.   someone  as  young  as  kohaku  trying  to  be  assertive  always  does.    but  he  respects  it.

❝      right,        ❞        he  says,    to  appease  his  younger  unitmate.        ❝        lead  the  way.        ❞        if  kohaku  wants  to  be  the  leader  for  the  time  it  takes  to  get  to  the  restaurant,    then  HiMERU  isn’t  going  to  complain  about  it.      it’s  refreshing  sometimes,    following  someone  who  he  doesn’t  feel  is  going  to  make  a  huge  mess  of  things.

while  they  walk,    he  attempts  to  make  conversation.        ❝        HiMERU  thinks  he’ll  get  a  cold  meal  to  eat.      warm  meals  don’t  sound  very  appealing  after  this  practice.        ❞

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I’m a reliable narrator. You can trust me

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hey.

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garoette·. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.

the blood beneath her fingernails has only just dried, but that doesn’t stop her from prying open the nearest window and slipping into the home of a stranger. it’s not preferential, but it’s the best way to avoid her pursuers — even if she has to issue a threat or two along the way. it helps to be young and pretty if she plays her part well, but the trespasser always receives the same blank stare. 

for example, the man sitting cross-legged on his mattress — a mixture of confusion, alarm, and befuddlement. commonplace, but what strikes her as odd is his choice of sitting in relative darkness, nothing but the light of the moon trailing in through a now open window. the silent sound of passing vehicles and foot traffic trickle in alongside her voice as she asks, “ … why are you sitting in the dark? ” / @hymneru· sc.

of  all  the  things  he  expected  to  witness  today,    watching  someone  climb  through  his  window  was  not  one  of  them.      it’s  not  a  very  ideal  situation  for  him.      maybe  if  he  had  decided  to  keep  his  window  open  of  his  own  accord,    he  might  be  more  willing  to  accept  this  as  a  possibility.      not  that  he  would  have  wanted  anything  like  this  to  happen.      but  he  hadn’t,    and  now  he’s  stuck  dealing  with  the  very  real  circumstance  of  this  stranger  climbing  right  into  his  personal  space.

he’s  been  sitting  here  for  only  a  few  minutes,    eyes  shut  and  basking  in  the  slow  sleepiness  that  he  can  feel  over  him.      he’s  not  sleepy  anymore,    though.      what  kind  of  question  is  that  ?        ❝        why  did  you  just  climb  through  HiMERU’s  window  ?        ❞        he  uncrosses  his  legs,    folding  them  beside  himself  and  leaning  on  an  arm.