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[kamukurauniverse]

Man, this blog brings back memories. I scrolled past all of my 1000+ messages and saw my first post on tumblr. Ever. Oh my god i was such a nerd baller back then.

I still don’t have fucking tags. WOW.

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Hm. 

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gxxdgiirl:

          The shallowness of her breath has grown so severe that the rhythm of her inhale and exhale is far more akin to the beat of a drum. She’s hyperventilating, grasping at her chest, desperate for some relief, for air – and she feels dizzy, because the isn’t getting enough…but then she feels hands at her shoulders, and her hazy vision focuses on the boy. He’s smiling, and it seems to stun her. His words sound garbled in the fog of her mind, but she manages to catch a few of them: Never kill. Calm down. It’s alright. She wets her mouth with a thick swallow; it feels better once she does. She knows that she isn’t breathing, and she closes her eyes tightly and nods, repeating her mantras in her mind…focusing on them, on counting, and little by little, her breathing begins to slow. It’s not quite calm…but it’s deeper than before, and with more oxygen reaching her brain, she can focus. Her hands have found his on her shoulders, she doesn’t know when…but she keeps repeating, and eventually the words are voiced verbally.           ❝ The c – caged b-b – b…bird sing a f – …a f-fearful t-t…t – trill…of th – …thing unknown but longed f-f – f… – longed f-for s – s…till…and – and his t… – his t-tune is heard on a distant hill… ❞ She counts in fours…speaks slowly, one verse per four counts…and by the time she’s recited the entire poem, she feels better. Her heart is thrumming loudly…but it’s slowed. She doesn’t feel sick anymore, and she slowly releases his hands, wiping at her tearful cheeks.

          ❝ S… – s…s-s – sorry…I – I’m s…sorry. I – …I-I’m okay. I-I… – I wasn’t expecting…ah – I…I’ll listen…p – p…please…c – can I sit on the b – …on the b-bed? I… – I’ll c-c – calm down. I’ll calm down, I… – I just n…n-need a minute. ❞

“Good. Okay, it’s all right. Please, suit yourself. I am not hostile to you. I may seem intimidating, but all my actions have a purpose. All my words have one too....would you like something to drink? I suppose that would make the situation a bit more comfortable” The calmness of his voice remains, but there are no longer those cold undertones in it. As if he purposely trying to sound even more friendly. Something in his voice is now more calming then intimidating. He almost sounds like one of those professional psychologists. You know just by hearing them that they want to help you somehow. That’s the impression the voice might give. He finally took a few steps back and gestured towards the bed, and getting out of the girl’s way just so she can sit there. The bed is well made. comfy. The administration tried their hardest to create the most comfortable place for a normal person to be. It would be funny if Izuru could laugh. 

“Please tell me when you are ready to listen what i have to say. It is a little...surprising of a story, but no need to be scared. Nothing and no one in this place can hurt you. The contract with your master and my own protection guarantees it” He sat on the bloor yet again. e never really understood the comfort of lugjeries and rich furniture, so he prefered to sit how and when he is comfortable. The crimson hues scan the girl about her emotional state, the ears listen to her heartbeat, It slowly calms down, good. It will be interesting to see how the other reacts to his own little story of coming. 

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robot-fxcker:

He stops her mid-sentence, nothing important, she had been rambling at him for a few moments until he decided to chime in with his monotonous voice. Though… now her thoughts trampled, she bites her tongue. 

“W-what?” Her voice shrivels like the air let out of a balloon. 

“You don’t know what you are saying. You just want to get down and dirty, well you have to wait!” She brushes off the comment, crossing her arms and tipping her head back in a haughty manner. Oh, perfect, fix your act by adding more layers to it! He will never see through that. 

“Who knew the ultimate talent was an ultimate perv too! And hey, you were the one not listening, motherfucker!”  An accusing point in his direction, her hand dropped when she remembered she wanted to make a good impression in the first place– 

“I’ll let it slide this time. You DO know who I am right?” 

“Iruma Miu the ultimate inventor” Not even a millisecond of hesitation, he almost immediately calls out her name. He stops for a few moments before actually continuing to talk.

“Out of all the students within the academy you have one of the less predictable talents and thus you are more interesting then the rest. I prefer to research the people i consider even a little interesting” An absolutely serious voice coupled with complete honesty. Predicting what will the ultimate inventor comes up next without knowing ones personality is something highly difficult. Inventions can be different. Everything can be invented. and so the percentage of her creating something out of a certain category is extremely small. Should he put it into a one hundred percent scale it would have been less the one percent because of how many things there are in this world. How many things can possibly be invented. However, putting that aside, he cannot understand the need to put up that fasade. That fake personality. And so he will tell again. 

“But i already told you, no need to act in front of me. You may continue if you must, but there is no need to highlight your own insecurities by hiding them under a loud, boastful mask. It is unproductive” He does consider them lies after all. And lies are something he things is completely useless. At least for him. 

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wayward-innocent:

“So…you have my Soul Sight…or…”The Sixth Sense” as others refer to it. The question is can you fully utilize it? And the fact that you can’t even empathize their suffering and pain and refuse to even acknowledge them shows to me your utter disrespect for that talent.”

If she can stand a chance, she plans on taking his eyes. Why such a barbaric action? Because he has proven to be unworthy of such a ability. If he is a collective of all talents, chances are his occult talent isn’t inborn like hers. That means he has no understanding in her eyes. If he refuses to see the proof of his sins, she will pluck his eyes out. When her spirits were pointed out, she let her eyes wander back only to quickly look back at him.

“…You could say that.”

She knows her chances are futile. Even if he is some man made god…he is still mortal. Like it or not, he can be killed like any other mortal…he simply has god armor on his side sadly.

“You? Hope? No. You’re a monster. Frankenstein’s monster come to life. You are the epitome of what I pity when it comes to being on the very top of everything. I may not win…but the dead cry out for your blood. I plan to oblige my friends. If you opened your heart to them, you would be able to hear their collective voices.”

Was it a waste of time? Maybe. She knows it but she is still going to try. She had to. Those who have cause this suffering…one of them stands before her. And even if she doesn’t kill him? She would settle for taking his eyesight and would happily go on her merry way. Now…WOULD she be able to? Perhaps not. But Yunneth is a stubborn sort. She always has been…though in a world like this it may get her killed.

“Frankenstein’s monster huh......perhaps it was a lucky guess, but you are much closer to the truth then you think. You entertained me with that answer, so i shall tell you about your precious hope that you have been fighting fore” The red eyes shift. observing each of her movements, while he still remained in place, without doing much. He waited for about a few seconds, contemplating what to sat and how, before his small speech continued. 

“Hope’s peak was founded by the man named Kamukura Izuru. My name is Kamukura Izuru 1.0. I am the creation of the academy. I was not corrupted by despair or lies of Enoshima, i was created the way i am. They took the student. Hajime Hinata and placed him in intense therapy. Soon his memories were deleted, his thoughts, morals, emotions, hobbies, were slowly erased just to replace everything with overwhelming talent. Just where do you think they spent all of the money that was given by reserve course? The academy gave me the title of the ultimate hope. THEIR hope” his calm speech just added to the eary story. The man was talking about himself as if it was not him. He mentioned his previous name as it was not hit. He never displayed any mannerisms or said reserve course student. And most of all, that said student never actually displayed any talent and was announced missing somewhere during his first year at the school. Facts seemed to support his claims...however. The story is heavy and so he looks at the other’s reaction. 

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bxd-kxrma:

@kamukurauniverse liked for a starter

She was doing something she had never done before, she was at the usual Ramen hut she goes to all the time but what was different was there was a very beautiful girl sitting alone at a small table and Karma found it almost very hard to swallow and order her food. 

After getting her bowl, she made her way over to the girls table, with wobbly legs and finding it even harder to speak now, she stood before the girl. Was she sweating or crying? Hopefully sweating, oh boy she was bad at this, now she looked like a creep no doubt.

So she stood there, trying to get her words out of her throat, she just wanted to sit and talk with her, even her bowl was wobbling with how nervous she was “D-Do… Do you mind if I uh… Join you…?”

“I don’t see the reason to decline” the crimson eyes shifted to look at the girl, who approached. Analysis of her behavior showed undoubted attraction towards herself. A rather curious sight, thought not unexpected since Izuru did appeal to some sort of demographic, just not to the same gender. At least that was what usually happened. People approached her out of the need for useless flirt, got rejected, got rather angry and the ultimate Hope dealt with them using her own methods.Thought it was amusing to watch them all try to impress with their absolutely lacking skills at...anything. Perhaps this one can surprise? Or perhaps not. The time will tell.

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@plurcs wants a perfect meeting! (despair Sonia)

The city is under attack. A siege by one of the more powerful groups within the despair faction. Novoselic. Izuru knew who was behind the attack as soon as the explosions started to sound all over the place. So that’s why Enoshima told him to go here, prepare for a show. How curious. So that’s what princess....no, queen Sonia were up to? War. A giant war with no end, war that will no doubt exhaust both her country and others. Enoshima worked well on destroying their morals, taking off their high, hopeful horse and throwing them into the depths of darkness. Depths of despair. Perhaps it is another chance to see if the despair truly what he needs.The time will tell. 

Finding the former SHSL princess was a rather easy task. He was almost certain where there was a better lookout then anywhere else. It is not surprising for the ultimate despair like her to be close to the danger. Danger of war and death. And so the former ultimate Hope comes closer, almost like a shadow, finally coming to a stop only after making sure that the blonde has noticed him.

“I came here to observe. Do not mind me” a simple comment leaves from his mouth just for him to fall silent yet again. Not the talkative kind for sure. 

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@hopestitch wants a perfect meeting!

He has been sitting down at this bench for about a few minutes. Why was he so attracted to this spot? Were the past habits of this body affecting his current behavior? Just how much his previous self liked to be at this exact spot? What was the reason he was so adamant on going here? Perhaps he ,e someone important to him here? Would they even remember him as he is now...whoever they are.The, soulless orbs shift to see another person approach. A familiar face. Izuru has already looked up the majority of the current students and he knew their name, age, any useful information about them. Out of curiosity that he still possessed at that point. 

“Makoto Naegi. Whatever do you need from me?" extensive analysis of the situation showed the other’s intent to come closer. The trajectory of the other’s movement indicated that. So what will it be?

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ibki:

            “      IB  -  U  -  KI  HAS  BEEN  ASLEEP  for  an  entire  whole  month  because  andy’s  got  no  clue  how  to  write  her!!      “

“At least your mun does not reply to threads a year later because their other muses have been attention-hungry......a fucking year”

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Starter call

Good day to you all new people. Hit that heart mark for the starter plez!

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wayward-innocent:

“Oh…I don’t know. How about you tell me.”

She said in a dry tone. The rapier was pointed right at him. Pointed right at his heart. If she could get to him fast enough, one good thrust through the heart is all that would be needed. The moment she saw him in the distance, she knew who he was. And she wouldn’t ignore this chance. Though he was seemingly unarmed, she was expecting a knife or a fire arm somewhere. If not those, perhaps knowledge in hand to hand. Yunneth is no fool and would have already ran him through if she thought it would have been so easy. 

“Fighting on is all I can do. It’s better than wallowing in self pity.”

Eyeing the spirits that were around him, she tightened the grip on her sword.

“…I know who you are. And my eyes see the proof of your sins.”

Her focus is on him. Watching every inch of him and readying her sword to strike or parry at a moment’s notice. Part of her wanted to ask if he had anything to say for himself or if he felt sorry…but she didn’t need to. His eyes and his very soul says it all. There is nothing left but a husk of the person who was once in that body. A husk she plans on bringing down. Did she think she will win? She has her doubts but she would rather die trying than not try at all. She has her pride after all.

"Proof....How boring. Your talent, i have it as well. The spectres of the past are nothing more then a nuisance to my eyes. They suffer their pitiful fate over and over, yet they did this to themselves” He moves his head just to dodge a spectre of one of the bigger members of the student council trying to grab him. He did not feel their touch, but he merely wanted to prove a point. He was still standing at the same place, his head tilted to the side, still frozen in that position after the last movement. 

“You have quite the escort yourself. Are they people you fought? Or just random souls clinging to the only thing that can possibly see them? Interact with them? I prefer to ignore them. Shadows of the past aren’t worth any time” His voice is just as void of any emotion as usual. You can never tell how serious he is, you can never tell what’s inside his head. He is just, standing there. 

"You say that you know me, but do you? Do you truly know the meaning behind my title? I am the collective Hope of the academy. I have every possible talent of every student that have ever enrolled in the academy. Try as you might, i could not see a chance of you winning even if i tried to lose”

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@robot-fxcker wants a perfect meeting!

He is just watching her. Nothing in his visage indicates any sort of negative reaction, but also nothing seems positive. She said something. At least he thinks she did. So she was trying to attract his attention somehow? What a weird facial expression. The gaze of crimson looks at the inventor with the emotionless intensity. He could almost sense the fake nature of the other’s loudness. It seems too forced, too over-the-top. His talents allow him to see through lies. This one is a bit too obvious for him to even try. 

"There is not a single reason for you to continue this act. If you wish to speak to me, speak. If not, don’t waste my time” Harsh, indeed, but at least he will be able to see how far the act goes and if is truly as fragile as it presents itself to be?

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@wayward-innocent wants a perfect meeting!

“What exactly do you plan on poiniting that at me? You cannot defeat me” The dead tone, absolutely emotionless face. Something about this “despair” was different. Nobody dared to attack him, the long haired boy just standing in the middle of the square. Eyes burning cold, red light, his own face half-concealed by the shadow of his own hair. He stands there as a big reminder of despair, his entire body radiates this empty feeling of nothingness. It can be seen clearly, he does not feel anything. Nothing at all. As if a doll was standing simply playing a role of a human, and doing it rather poorly. The voice, which sounded loud enough to be heard, had no intonation, no emotion in it, flat, monotone, Any sort of life that is supposed to be in a living human, the light that was present even in the ultimate despairs hunting the world....was absent. He has not yet looked towards the girl that stood not too far from him. But soon, the smooth shadow finally turned it’s head. 

“You keep on fighting despite knowing you have no chance. How dull” lips are the only moving part of his face, monotone voice comes out with no change to its intonation, There are several ghosts around him. Familiar ones.In fact, he was the one they saw the last. The hope’s peak student council members. A few of them at least

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@unspecifiedtalent wants a perfect meeting

“Brother” a single word can be heard escaping the mouth of the silent shadow. he is there for god knows how long, just observing whatever his brother was doing. A skill of an ultimate spy is rather useful when it came down to his usual routines. Seeing how the class he was in suddenly fell completely silent, everyone else did not fail to notice him now. A rather tall figure, concealed by the shadow of it’s own hair. The perfect human dressed as a member of the reserve course. Everyone here failed to recognize this person. And Izuru could honestly care less. He had the permission to move wherever he wanted to. And the teachers were notified, seeing how the actual adult started to actively divert everyone’s attention from the dark male to the topic at hand. 

“I didn't mean to interrupt...but i would like to spend some time with you” That’s basically the ultimate hope’s way of saying. Pay attention to me. he does not feel any sort of remorse about this entire situation. He wants it, so he came to take it. 

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Starter call

Good day to you all new people. Hit that heart mark for the starter plez!

[kamukurauniverse]

       𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒…

                            —𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. ⚜ 

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A kiss is short lived. Just as the entire event was in the grand scheme of things. So little to pleasure someone, so little effort and such a large reward. The man breathes in sharply. Two pools of crimson fire look directly into the blue sky filled with despair. He tries to find in them that humanity every other person he encountered had. Fear, sorrow, anything. But he failed to find them. Monsters. They were similar and yet so different. He haven’t seen what she saw quite yet. He had no ability to pursue something with such passion, such strength. But he can understand it. He can follow it. Like a leech that feeds of other agenda’s. He floats in the void of nothingness. Perhaps it is not such a bad idea to follow her after all? 

His eyes shift their gaze back to the corpse. He just eliminated her most valuable asset. her practical bodyguard. But the prize was worth it. Worth every second of the mindless agony that the sister has sustained. She had done well. Izuru finally saw inside the soul of a human such as Enoshima Junko...was she even human? Or something more sinister wrapped in a pretty ribbon of human body.If he believed in a matters of hell and heaven he would even think that she is a demon sent to tear the world apart. He himself heard how actual scientist decided to call him a god. A god from a machine. The most ironic thing that can ever come ti life. A god born from science. Something of fiction, born from reality. Something nobody could control. Yes. Perhaps that is where their main similarity rests. They are two entities that cannot be controlled. 

“A symphony of agony. That would be the song name should i create one. This was just as refreshing for me as it was for you...i understand you now” Refreshing. Something so painful, so dark, so disgusting can never be described so lightly. And yet he fails to find the words. He has all the talents needed, he has every possible fact available to him and yet he struggles to find a definition of what exactly does he feel. Something so foreign and yet so understandable. He almost grasps it but then fails again. How curious. The first time his mind was in war with what remained of his soul. A captivating thought. A thought that allows a tiny shred of emotion appear on his face. A smile. Faint, almost non-existent, but a smile it is. Congratulations oh master of despair. The god has fallen into shadows.