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So, my motivation to do anything has been sparse this weekend through and I just figured out why. I’m down with a fever. See you all when I’m not feeling like shit anymore.

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I need to take my leave for today, I’m dead tired. Goddamned time zones. Feel free to send in more memes, I’ll do them.

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D2

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rin in a2 for the art meeeeeeme~

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B6 for Miku? I'd love to see your art!

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Me: *tries to draw for the meme* My dog: whatcha doing?

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i never know what to do with the body when i do these so here’s one of those things with arms™

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Once I was real Once I had something to lose Once I could feel Once I was harder to bruise

Once I was here Once I was willing to bend Once I appear I will be real once again

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Alas, my stop is the next so I gotta go for now. I’ll try to get to more replies and memes while in school but otherwise I’ll be back in the evening to continue.

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maidfactor:

       hands folded, the ex-idol made her way to impressions – another day of photoshoots for her to work through. sure, she enjoyed being in them, but there was also some stress along with it. it wasn’t just a simple picture that she was the only judge on; it was a picture that she was being paid to be in, a picture that would be pretty much shown across the city, if not on an even wider scale. and there was a bit of pressure on her shoulders to be able to perform well as a model, and to be able to get a good photo relatively quickly so as to not waste the photographer’s time.

       her shoes clicked as she walked along the sidewalk, spotting a male standing out front of the ever familiar modeling building across the street. people rarely ever just stood in front of impressions unless they were… contemplating.

       rin crossed the street so she could maybe get a better listen to what he was thinking – or, definitely just to get to work! just that. definitely not to eavesdrop on some random stranger, only to get to her job – oh, who was she kidding? she stepped slightly closer to him, keeping an ear out to know if he was saying anything interesting, but trying to avoid making her presence known-

       too late.

       blue oculars locked with red, the former widening slightly. she thought for a moment: could she get out of this without seeming like she was eavesdropping? ah, yes – change the subject!

       “isn’t the entire point of sneaking up on someone not telling them that you’re there?”

Meeting his argument with a very convincing one of her own, Nazuna could only meet the girl with mouth opening and closing in confusion as his brain could not think up a clever remark in return quick enough. Her words indeed were the very definition of sneaking up on someone, and thus, from a logical viewpoint this girl was not in the wrong.

No wait, of course she was!

         “ Don’ think ya can outsmart me wi’h clever wordplays’n whatnot! ”

Hands at his sides, brows in a furrow and words still a stumbling mess, perhaps Nazuna did not make the best of impressions for himself, but he certainly tried his best. A furious rabbit was probably the best imagery to place upon him. He had always enjoyed rabbits.

          “ If ya gon’ sneak up on someun, then ya definitely in th’ wrong! ”

Not even noticing that his words were more of a jumble than they were coherent, Nazuna continued his lecture of this stranger, right there and then in the middle of the street. He had no real reason to be upset, but frankly he had been startled, and he had the idea that she had caught him red handed in an embarrassing moment, and thus his viewpoints were, perhaps, a bit skewed.

          “ It’s’n invasion of privacy or somethin’ like that yanno! ”

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[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.

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teapartyrabbit:

Rather than calming down, the shy little rabbit’s stream of tears only seem to flow stronger from the kind words and the comforting pat on the head that he received from his Niichan. It really has been so long since he had made contact with him like this, he almost thought that he won’t see him again. It felt like a miracle for them to cross paths here at Bellevue of all places.

After a few minutes, he finally gets a hold of himself and detaches from Nazuna. His hands immediately wiping the tears of hid face. “I-I’m sorry…I got really emotional there…” He said between sniffles. His hands didn’t seem to be cleaning enough, so he pulled out a  handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose with it.

“As much as I would love to catch up with you, Niichan, but…I’m afraid I’m still in the middle of work right now…” It’s already embarrassing enough that he’s making a scene infront of all these customers. He doesn’t want to end up getting in trouble with the manager when he’s still new to the job. “B-But it won’t be long until my shift ends, I promise! So for now, how about I serve you something?”

Eyes still moist, and his face a bit red and puffy. Hajime manages to get a smile back to his face, a smile that seemed brighter than before.

“A-Anyway! You said you’d like to order now, right?” Quickly picking up the pen and memo that he dropped. He eagerly readies himself to take notes.

Finding comfort in the hug, Nazuna said nothing further, simply letting his hand remain atop the other’s hair, stroking, patting, comforting. Honestly a part of him had worried that his rabbits had been angry with him for leaving so suddenly, a foolish thought he knew, but a thought nevertheless. Perhaps because of how things turned out the last time he abandoned his unit.

Feeling the younger detach from him, Nazuna let go of the other, hand lingering a bit on Hajime’s shoulder before letting go. How he’d missed him. How he’d missed them all. His cute little rabbits hopping about.

          “ No worries, Hajime-chin! In fact if ya hadn’t got at least a bit emotional I think I might have been the one who felt like crying...~ ♪ ”

Mostly meant as a joke, his words however still did carry some truth. Certainly, had Hajime been indifferent to him, it would have hurt a lot. But such worries were not needed, and now the two of them had all the time in the world to catch up -- or so he thought but of course he had neglected to take one huge matter into consideration.

          “ Aww shucks! I’d forgotten about that! Sorry Hajime-chin! If you get in trouble please just tell them it’s my fault, ‘kay? ”

Picking up the menu again, crimson eyes scanned across the black and white of the letters and paper, locking onto the items he’d already decided upon.

          “ Alright then, gimme a coffee mocha and a slice of cinnamon pie.~ And of course add something for yourself as well! Niichan’s treat. ♪ ”

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mismatcheddoll:

Things had fell apart once again, unexpectedly, like with all bad news and all troubles. As if his footing had crumbled under him, his fall direct into pitch black darkness. It wasn’t as if he was unused to the dry darkness and cold loneliness, to this frustrating feeling of defeat and of powerlessness. But, to be snatched away from his hopes right before he could caught them, just when they seemed so close, so possible, so reachable.. it was far too cruel. too heartless. Even for him.

He didn’t hated Nazu-nii… no, Nito. He could never. He was more than happy to know he was in Bellevue, to see he had a nice fulfilling job and that he was doing alright. He only wished the best for his former teammate and old friend. For him to find happiness. But he wanted him to do it far away from them.

When they were close, like broken and tangled puppets, their struggled to get free only caught them deeper into the string trap, chocking them up slowly and painfully. 

No!

It should be different now… they had grown up. They were no longer trapped in the past. They were more mature. They wouldn’t fall in the same games of before.

Behind closed eyelids, it came the image of that door. The cold, hard door that didn’t opened to him no matter what he did. It didn’t mattered how much he knocked on it, or how much he pleaded and begged, it just wouldn’t bulge. A cold painful shiver running through his body, he noticed just how strongly he was gripping at his phone.

But how couldn’t he? Oshi-san was hurt. His most important person…

U didn’t even told us u were coming & now u jst invite us like nothin?

Harsh, rude words were typed fast against the screen, shaky hands and a frown in place.

He didn’t hated Nito. He really didn’t. He had nothing but admiration, love and respect for the angelically cute blond. The perfect and beautiful Nito that Oshi-san loved. So many years ago, when they all together were the top of Yumenosaki, he had loved to see the Nazu-nii that danced to Oshi-san’s commands. And, aware he could never compete against him, that he could never be good enough, he accepted his position as a broken, useless doll.

But they were no longer Valkyrie. This wasn’t Yumenosaki. And he wasn’t a doll anymore. Was he? Oshi-san had told him so. Hadn’t he? But even now, even after so long, he still couldn’t win against Nito. Just some words from the blond were enough to make all of Mika’s efforts crumble, like a card house thrown away by the wind.

He had already pressed send. Stupid Mika. Stupid.

It wasn’t like he didn’t wanted to make up. He loved Nazuna and he loved Oshi-san. If they could all be happy again, what else could he wish for? Why was he acting though for? Was he jealous? For Oshi-san, for Nazuna, for those days of happiness that wouldn’t come back, he couldn’t be this stubborn…

They were grown ups now. Why couldn’t things just go smoothly? Why was it so hard to laugh off the past and walk forward?

Before he realized he was brisking in direction to Oakville Flats, phone gripped strongly in his hands, feet way too shaky. What was he doing? Was he going to meet Nazuna? Was he going to Oshi-san?

The winter wind was oh so cold…

Of course it came back to his own ridiculousness at moments like these. Shu stared at the phone in his hand, the two messages glaring up at him. There was no reason that Kagehira should be mad at Nito. It really wasn’t the blond’s fault that Shu was utterly incapable of seeing him without breaking down afterwards.

And it was unfair of him to let Kagehira blame Nito. 

It was also unfair of him for locking Kagehira out. Figuratively and literally. He knew he couldn’t keep the other out of the apartment since he’d given him a key, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep him out of his personal room, and that’s what Shu had done. Locked himself in his bedroom.

As if he was back in high school again.

Except he’d kept the door unlocked since Kagehira lived with him and…well.

Shu just needed time. To sort things out. He knew he wanted to be honest with Kagehira, he couldn’t pursue anything with the other young man if he couldn’t be honest with him, that would be dooming everything right from the start.

He knew that Kagehira didn’t hate Nito. Despite the way Shu had relentlessly compared the two of them, Kagehira always looked up to Nito and truly did love him like an older brother.

If nothing else… Shu needed to fix his mistakes. For those two. Because they deserved better than he had given them.

Weakly, Shu unlocked his room door and stumbled into the main living area, squinting when he realized the drapes had been left open, flooding the space with bright sunlight that Shu had not seen since he’d gone to visit Nito at the animal shelter. His vision swam for a moment and he blindly reached out to press his hand against the wall to steady himself. When was the last time he’d eaten…?

Bringing his phone up again, Shu squinted at his screen as he slowly tapped out his response.

We’ll come.

He knew. Despite Kagehira’s response, Shu knew that the dark haired boy would show up. He was loyal and would show up for the two of them no matter what.

The next order of business was making his way into his kitchen. With shaky hands, Shu managed to prepare a cup of tea for himself. For his nerves. His breathing was heavy as he tried to convince himself that this was what he needed.

They needed to talk. All three of them. This mess had been dragged out for far too long. The topic had been avoided, unnecessarily, because he kept pushing it off. He thought about it often enough, but when anyone even opened their mouth to speak of it. Of his greatest mistake. Shu would promptly shut them up.

He was called mature. Stoic. Many other names that had the same meaning. But none of that was true. He was childish. And his childishness had kept his scars, and those he’d inflicted on his precious ones, fresh and painful.

Shu took a shuddering breath.

Alright.

Time to go.

As he quietly left his apartment, Mademoiselle watched him go from her case in the living room.

It felt as if a dagger was thrust into his heart when his phone went off and Mika’s message appeared on the screen. He was right, every word was right and they dug their way into Nazuna’s conscience. Wasn’t this too cruel of him, grasping at straws? Trying to fix a broken string could only result in a knot. He had hurt Shu when they had met. He had hurt Mika by hurting Shu.

If this was a fairy tale, surely he would be Pinocchio. A doll wishing to cut off his strings and become a real boy. A liar who tosses away his friends for the sake of “fun”. He cast away his past and abandoned for his own selfish reasons, and now there was no way left to reattach those strings of yore. He had already been tainted by life itself and he would never be able to return to being a doll again. Not even if that was what his Oshi-san requested of him.

Many times had he contemplated how to execute this -- brief and to the point? Or should he sit down with them and offer them cake like old friends coming for a visit? Deciding the former was probably better for all of them (although old friends he no longer had the right to use that word to describe them) Nazuna could do nothing but wait for the doorbell to ring.

And ring it did. Just as the message from Shu lit up his screen, Nazuna was already headed to the doorway, Mika’s mismatched eyes and hair as unruly as ever visible in the peek hole. The expression upon the other’s face made Nazuna freeze in regret -- it was too late to cancel. Days too late. No, when it came to the three of them, it was a discussion that was years overdue. Swallowing his anxiety the blonde slowly opened the door, exposing himself to all the wrath and hatred he was due, rightfully so.

          “ Kagehira. ”

Voice more stern than he had intended, he greeted the other, taking extra consideration to not simply spill his nickname for the younger. He had a nasty feeling that things would just go awfully wrong if he was being too familiar with the duo.

As he was about to step aside to let Mika in, trying to seek a break in the awkward atmosphere, he saw a staggering figure approach, much paler and much more unhealthy in appearance than last time they met. In an instant Nazuna’s brow furrowed in worry. Knowing the other, he wouldn’t doubt for a moment that Shu had only eaten the bare minimum for gods knew how long, and the sour taste of guilt was forming inside of his mouth. Was this his fault...? It definitely was.

          “ ...... ”

Oh no. It was returning. That sense of hopelessness and speechlessness, his voice failing to emit when it was needed the most. Should he show concern? Or should he steel himself and pull through with his original plan? At a loss for word he could only shift his gaze to Mika, crimson eyes begging for help.

I will never regret meeting you

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▏ ╎▐  Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ;; 

❝ oh, were you waiting in line too? here, go before me. ❞ the grocery store, a neutral location that can make or BREAK someone’s patience ; because kimora was surfing away on the internet via mobile, it mattered not how long or short the lines were. assuming the male behind her was in more of a rush, this prompted her to let him pass through — even if the line seemed to not be moving at all. peering up from the confines of social media, mahoganies widen in revelation at the figure, ❝ correct me if i’m wrong, but are you from a group? ❞

Voice calling out to him so out of the blue, at first Nazuna didn’t even realise he was the one being adressed, half lost in his own thoughts. But crimson eyes locking on the figure facing him made it obvious that this stranger was talkng to him. Eyeing her load of groceries and comparing it to his own, he honestly didn’t understand why the spot was being offered as there was not much of a difference, but he supposed some people were genuinely nice.

          “ Nah, don’t mind it, I ‘m not going anywhere anytime soon! ”

Had he been in a hurry, he had been grateful, but the only ones waiting for him at home were his rabbits. Nazuna had made sure to get an extra one after moving out so they wouldn’t be lonely while he was in school. He did however tense up slightly hearing the word “group” mentioned. Were this girl one of the many fans they had performed for back in Yumenosaki? There was no way he was going to recognise a single face from a crowd. And if she was, which of his units was she talking of? He hoped desperately it was Ra*bits, but he knew very well that they were one of the least popular unit in the entire academy, if not the least. So chances that she was an old fan of Valkyrie were higher. As he spoke again, Nazuna’s smile turned slightly pained.

          “ Yeah, I was. But that’s a story from a long time ago now. ”

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For a while now he had subconsciously heard it. Lessons already long over, Nazuna had been overwhelmed by tiredness from an evening spent awake perhaps a bit too late. As a university encouraging people to use campus grounds for studying, many sofas and other seating arrangements could easily be located, and only intending to nap for a bit, the former idol had found himself entering a completely unconscious state, only awakened slowly but surely by a low melody filling his ears.

At first it didn’t register within his mind properly, but as he regained consciousness more and more, he also realised someone was singing. A female voice. Either she had not noticed his presence or she had and decided to ignore it. He didn’t know of many who would sing freely with others present outside of his fellow students of Yumenosaki.

It was a pleasant tune though, she had a good voice, and it didn’t take long for Nazuna to recognise the song as well from his home country. Feeling bad to simply just listen in if she girl didn’t know of his presence, Nazuna took over as a small break appeared before the chorus began. His voice, at first cracked with sleep, soon gained in strength.

      “ Because you protected this ephemerally floating world by your own hand ♪         Now simply fold your wings and sleep restfully ♪         Be wrapped up in an eternal tranquility, and love through all eternity ♪ ”