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what brand of stupid are you?

Smart until infected with stupid

You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.

tagged by: @kamipyre​ tagging: all my friends idk i have like 26 followers and some are the same ppl but twice

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hi i said i was gonna do drafts and then i completely forgot about them lmfao. i will get to them today after classes, i’m in that writing mood. also thank u for the asks for my ocs wtf.... i just saw them, made my day.

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BE QUIET. (kosodoro​):

      but, doesn’t he know ?   there’s fun laid between exactly that               the annoyance and the play,  a spiral game to that dizzying rage.  and in the red,  cyan xem   (  note,  clearly                 not  aqua or sky,  )   against punch backdrop,  contrast to those hungering eyes,  body clutched between shot pupils.  like a grand performance,  the object of your condemnation.  call to role drenched rosy in syrup :     “  sorry about that. there’s not much i can do about it                  it’s just how i was born.  ”    unapologetic tone drawn out on slick warmth,  snared on pyre,  snap with ruby.  simper,  bony knuckle grip tree with vigor,    “   and who said anything about money,  anyways ?    i don’t particularly care  about selling  my treasures.   if it’s something that can’t be replaced …   ”   cue a rolling drum snare of anticipation …

     to glittering,   “   then i want it.  i’ll really…  really want it  !   ”   punctuated with a tuck of charm into a pocket,  of many,  many  pockets,  empty,  full.   who knows.   his now.    “   its  so  simple                    i wouldn’t encourage thinking about it  too  hard,  for your own sake.    ”    the only trace of whereabout being light jingle as he leans forward,  purr delighted.

❛ you are definitely getting on my nerves- though i suppose that is what you intended? ❜ nayuta is debating- reaching for the handle of his dagger or letting this happen? the sound of his voice is drilling his head- how was he supposed to stay composed? ❛ oh, i got it the first time- be quiet already, will you not? i’m tired of hearing you. ❜ he’s heard it all before- oh, that’s just how i am! i can’t help wanting things other people have! he makes a face again- the handle of his weapon is tempting him, tapping his fingers against it... but doing no more. this is futile- he thinks- xe won’t budge.

❛ very well. seeing as you will not be giving that back- won’t you at least quit being an annoyance, you bitch? cease to be in my prescence at once, or may the holy mother have mercy on your soul. ❜ it very much is a threat- as unlikely as it is for him to be making them- xe just has a way of getting on people’s nerves. though, to be fair, it’s not hard to get to nayuta’s limit.

❛ you’ve used two out of your three chances. move aside. ❜

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OH, LITTLE BROTHER... (aptlyattorney​):

“ I’m not- I’m not crying, “ Every effort was taken to prevent it, deep breaths, refocusing on the floor, anything, anything that won’t break the dam. But it takes as little as saying so for it to burst through.

As the hesitance goes, he can rest his hand there on his shoulder, until the warmth isn’t stiff and bony.But his own part won’t come until he releases his own arms. It was harder, before they’d met again to allow that emotional door to open, and not swing back in his face to slam shut as quickly as possible. “ It’s never been alone. I wish I could’ve lied, and told you that- that I was doing great, and where I got dropped off wasn’t, bad, and I conquered my fears…” As many times as he’s wiped his face, it’s hard to feel all of his cheeks being dry after wiping it so many times.

“   I… I tried to forget everything about home, and you... but my head was always here… hoping I’d get to see it all again. And I’d be… happier somehow.”

❛ apollo... i ❜ oh, he hates this. he really hates the sight of his brother so tense and teary- and all the rage that remained in his heart, rage from being taken away from his little brother at a young age... it turns into sorrow- he feels his own eyes water and he tries his best to wrap his arms around his brother- as if he hoped to also hold the little child within him that was still wounded, scared and confused.

❛ i’m sorry... you must have been so scared. ❜ his voice is a bit more hushed, unsure of the words he’s picking- this is no courtroom and he doesn’t have to fight anything- why does he still feel like something could take apollo away from him? he tightens the embrace- he, too, is scared- more than he will ever admit. ❛ it’s okay... ❜ he tries to imitate the same soft tone datz would use on him when he was younger- when dad was always a bit too busy- ❛ you can cry, don’t hold it in... you’re safe. you’re safe. ❜

those last words- you’re safe- he can barely believe them himself. he says it outloud to prove that he’s right. oh, his dear brother, how hurt he must have been... all alone, away from them. 

he goes silent- he’s so full of doubts- but... but the thought of being distant from apollo shatters his heart- he lets himself give in and he holds apollo as tight as he can, letting him hide his face if he wants to. ❛ it’s okay, apollo, i’m here. ❜ as if he could do something, really. ❛ y...your big brother is here, you’re safe with me. you can let it all out, you don’t have to keep it in anymore. ❜

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@ofgentleresolve​ called for the chariot rider: ✍ ( for yuta! )  Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's... | accepting!

✍ - writing style

honestly? dealing with law and the like has made his writing style very formal and professional. he has an awful time trying to write more poetically (haiku is easy for him, though). his handwriting is smooth and easy to read (though it takes him a moment to really transition between alphabets when he’s writing). his writing style is straight to the point, doesn’t add extra information and he uses proper capitalization at all times, proper punctuation too. he struggles to shift his writing into how most people his age write.

he has no trouble writing a lot of details in an orderly manner- his writing is easy to read, in theory that is, because he uses plenty of difficult terms and hard words.

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@cubwithglasses​ called for the chariot rider:  “You talk quite a bit about your partner, Leónidas. What’s their best quality, in your eyes?” From Miss Ma’am Aiko~

he is sheepish- he doesn’t really catch himself when he’s talking about his partner. pyrrhus is... well, they’re just another league. he can feel his face turning different shades of red and he can barely catch enough air to find the way to start speaking- words are so difficult to say when his chest is so tight and fluttery. leo clears his throat- gods, he’s in love- his weight shifts between his feet and he’s trying to look for something to look at while he thinks about something to say.

❛ pyrrhus- they... they’re very smart. ❜ his face is redder than before- his voice is a little bit strangled, too, he can’t bear to make eye contact. ❛ they always know what to do a-and, well, t-they always come up with plans. ❜ he’s starting to play with his hair- does he always look like this whenever he’s talking about pyrrhus?  ❛ b-but i think their best quality is how deeply they care about our family. they’d do anything for our children and... and for me. ❜ recognizing it is so embarrassing. ❛ i’d do the same for my dearest moon, of course. b-but... i know they would go to the end of the world for our sake. ❜

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eros usually hides behind his father’s leg- the king stands tall and proud most of the time, but he looks very intensely gentle when he’s protecting his child from those around them. eros hides, most of the time, ever since he became prince- he’s shy and nervous... and gatherings are nerve-wracking for the poor little boy.

that is, until someone arrives to the reunion his father had to arrange for political purposes. that... knight! it’s that knight! laegjarn had told him about this knight- they are just like him- laegjarn would say, they’re both brave and they both speak using their hands. eros feels a rush of courage and he wiggles away from his father’s side to approach the knight- he gently tugs their green tunic.

< hi! > his little hands are trembling, but he is doing his best to sign- he loses his voice in situations like this. < my name is eros. > a pause to check his hands... okay, it’s all good. < you’re link? you’re a hero! nice to meet you! >

@fghtfr / link - eros.

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@behemothbash​​ called for the chariot rider:  // ✿ for leo & ⌨ for eros! |  Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's... | accepting!

✿ - laugh

leo has the happiest laugh- he laughs from his chest and, if you put your hand on his back you can feel the vibration of his laughter. it sounds full and joyous- he either chuckles softly or can’t keep himself contained and fills the room with his laugh. you can feel his happiness when you hear it- if he could light a room with it, he probably would be able to.

⌨ - time-wasting habits

eros is quite good at wasting time by doing different things. the one he does the most is folding paper until its so weak and frail that it crumbles into his hands- he folds it this and that way, mindlessly, not following a pattern. he also looks outside windows and tries to find anything interesting- animals, lights and the like. he also makes up stories in his head- he tries to make guesses about people he’s around. if julian is with him, eros spends his time tracing the lines on julian’s hands or trying to memorize the details of his clothes.

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Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

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ok so today i’ll do my best to get to my remaining drafts and then i’ll rb some ask memes probably. i’m in a creative mood today

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Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious

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@lordtakumi​​ called for the chariot rider:  "It's your birthday, right Kamui?" Of course, how could he forget- December 1st had always been a glum day in the palace when Kamui had still been missing. Even not remembering Kamui very well, it'd been hard to keep his spirits up with everyone around him so dispirited. Now, though? December 1st is a day of celebration—And perhaps the right time to show Kamui he does care. "Well, happy birthday then! I could show you around Hoshido today if you'd like? We could even visit my favorite restaurant."

it was her birthday! well, that’s what she had been told anyway- back in nohr she didn’t really know when her birthday was, she had a brief idea that it was december 1st, really, but it had never rlly ocurred to her that back in nohr her birthday wasn’t treated as anything else than a day where, if she was lucky, she’d be visited by one or two of her siblings. the people that really knew were the usual- the staff of the fortress and her friends. they’re the ones that had kept up with the date of her birth, celebrating it and everything.

now? everyone around her seemed to enthusiastic about having her back to celebrate with her- it’s been a while since she’s been so looked at. even if it’s snowing, she’s been running around to look at the sunlight and really let her porcelain skin bathe in the light- she likes this, she really likes the light and she likes how everyone looks happy! she’s beaming.

❛ oh, it is my birthday, yes! ❜ she looks at takumi, happy to be with her brother! ❛ thank you, taku! i’m happy that i get to be here to celebrate my birthday with my real family. ❜ the more she thinks about nohrian life, the less she feels like she really was part of a family. but her thoughts are cut off by takumi’s offer- she’s excited to spend time with him, so she nods energetically.

❛ oh, i get my little brother all to myself in my birthday? that’s the real gift! let’s go, show me your favorite places! ❜

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@aptlyattorney​​ called for the chariot rider:  " Nayuta-? Do you want to decorate, at all?"

decorating... it’s been a while since he’s thought about it. ever since apollo left, his family has been far too stressed to think about decorations- they would celebrate the season every now and then, mostly just because lights and colors made them happy when younger. datz would make the time out of his day to take him to pick a gift even if they were too busy thinking about revolutions and fighting- he thinks of datz and how he’s made such an effort to care for him, he smiles.

❛ would it make you happy? ❜ he asks instinctively- he stops, he should be thinking about his own happiness, too. he hums, thinking about the option of decorating- they would have to go get new ones... but perhaps the shopping trip would get his mind off of things and... and maybe he’d be able to get datz to go with them and return the favor.

❛ well, i don’t see why not... the office could probably use some decorations and colors... not just for the season, it could use some... light and new life permanently. we could use a more lively space. ❜

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REFLECTION (invctus​):

What was peace but the silence between two wars? Once, Corrin had thought they had known it, or a shade of it, in the isolation of the Northern Fortress – a facsimile of the true thing, full of dark and cold and threat, punctuated only by brief visits from family-not-family, but peace nonetheless. In comparison to the war’s eruption, to the blood on their hands, civilians and soldiers alike ( the weight of a body in the arms twice over, a scream ripped from her with the shards of their own sword, blood soaking beneath their armourscalesarmourscales; you were not hurt? tell me you’re okay…thank you…for freeing me… ), it could have been nothing but. 

“Can we live with that?” came the quiet murmur, parroting their reflection’s words. Can they live with the lives they have taken, the blood they have spilled? Can they live, a child of three worlds, knowing they do not truly belong to any of them? Can they live, if they do not know themselves? “…I don’t know. Ryoma and Xander want us to, but…” The prince glanced down to their hands, shaking beneath the thin layer of gloves, as though they expected to find claws. “…what if we don’t know who we are? Can we live like that?”

there really was no way of going back to who they used to be before the war- so ignorant of everything that happened around them, so blind to all the pain that people lived outside of the fortress, so incapable of thinking anything other than the lies that they had been lead to believe for years by a rotten king, perpetuated by the family they had been living with while in nohr. it’s exhausting, she’s exhausted- sometimes she wonders what it would be like to still live in that ignorant state- would she be happier? probably. but to live without knowing, is it really living? she had been a puppet for the longest time. ❛ right. ryoma and xander want it. it’s always about what everyone else wants, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have we ever known who we are? ❜ she asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking at the ground, uncomfortable by the thought that she had just put out. ❛ we’ve been used by nohr’s king- ❜ she still refuses to say his name, it’s painful. ❛  and the next moment we were the leader of an army- have we ever been someone? haven’t we always been what everyone else needed? we’ve come this far being empty and taking the role those around us wanted us to take, what’s different now? ❜

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YOU’RE MAKING ME MAD. (fghtfr​):

He’s not able to do that perceiving thing like Apollo can, but Clay still prides himself on his observation skills (he’s caught more errors the rookie mechanics made than he’s comfortable disclosing to anyone outside of GYAXA). He barely catches the twitch in the prosecutor’s expression - and even then, he’s half convinced he imagined it - and realizes he may have accidentally hit a sore spot.

Clay holds his hands in front of him in surrender. “I’m just checking, don’t chuck your beads at me.” Those hands pressing together… Apollo told him that’s a warning sign. His own expression softens. “I don’t know you all too well, and life has a tendency to push Apollo around. You can’t blame me for wondering.” Or worrying.

In a flash he’s grinning again, moving his hand back to rest on his hip. “Glad I don’t have to beat you up, at least! I’d much rather get to know my best friend’s brother than send said brother to the hospital with a broken arm… or face.”

this really wasn’t the best first interaction for the two of them to be having right now- nayuta is irritated- right, he’s just checking, and he didn’t go ahead and tell him that he’d be wary of him not being a good brother to apollo. he crosses his arms, frowning. ❛ i’m aware apollo has been through a lot, but i would never dare to put him through more than he’s already experienced. ❜

and back clay goes to talking about that. ❛ did he give you that bad of an image of me? ❜ he was sure apollo could at least tolerate him- he’s somewhat surprised, but he’s also... annoyed. ❛ if you came in here with the idea of causing harm in the name of keeping him safe, i imagine he didn’t speak wonders of me. ❜

❛ i, for one, have heard good things about you- clay. ❜ he shifts his weight between his feet and looks down at the young man. ❛ i assume you mean well, but this really is not the best way to meet the older brother of a friend. ❜

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YOU KEEP TRYING? (lordtakumi​):

Ugh, he’s always like this. Will Joker ever listen to him…? He says until he’s done for the day, but Joker is pretty much always busy! Which… So is Takumi, but that doesn’t mean he likes being pushed aside like this!

Still, he’d promised Kamui he’d try to be more patient with Joker… Again, he tries to reach out to the man. “Well, do you need any help? Perhaps we can speak and work together—I do have some free time for once.”

he wants to get back at takumi- but he remembers kamui telling him that she’d be happy if he were to be closer to her family- the people that soon will be his family... he stops and sighs, he points at a box with ingredients. ❛ you can help me by carrying this box- i’ll take the other one- i’m headed to the kitchen. i was assigned cooking duties today. ❜

joker hates this- he hates talking to people, he’s always been shy and introverted- but oh well, now he was in here and couldn’t go away. he walks to the kitchen and once he’s able to, starts picking out the ingredients he’s to use. ❛ ...well, what are we supposed to talk about now? ❜

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OH, MY DEAR BROTHER... (aptlyattorney​):

“.. The… person I’ve become?”

The evening is beginning with hot tea, the final peace offering to give in return. Office being empty, it’s too quiet after  such a raucously busy afternoon,consultations that went wrong, misspoken words and paperwork that had stacked above his head hours ago.  “ You know it’s… not on my own, right?”

❛ it might not be on your own- but it still took effort to become who you are and i am so deeply proud of you, my dear brother. ❜ the silence in the office makes it hard for him to not focus on his shaky breathing- being honest is terrible, but it’s the best for the two of them.

nayuta stops minding the task- shakes his head and scolds himself to try and look at apollo while he’s saying such things- he has to get used to seeing his brother again and being open with his affection for him... and the sight of apollo crushes him.

❛ oh, apollo... ❜ nayuta gets close, hesitant, stopping himself various times- but he eventually reaches out, taking apollo’s shoulder and gently pulling him closer to try and hug him- he’s awkward, he’s unsure of what he’s doing but he knows he wants to try and comfort him.

❛ i... apollo... i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry... ❜ he’s nervous, but he’s still trying. ❛ i... my dear brother, let it out. ❜ he rubs apollo’s back, trying his best to be comforting.