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        Snatched from behind, shoulders within grasp, grip tight to block air flow. No breaths needed. This sky isn’t the enemy; just a mere witness.

     “Don’t move.”

      Can’t breath, can’t breathe, can’t breathe---                 The body naturally agonizes for air, for life. It struggles, but it is not her.                                   “..... wh......hy?”

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       Brisk, pained gasp, uttered within the span of one breath.                The obscured sky doesn’t hear her mental pleads.

“The last.... stretch....” 

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this is the most beautiful April fools prank ever @god thank you

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yukari babe you’ve been hacked and i want you to know i love you

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bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !

feel free to add more.

easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | over sensitive | possessive | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgmental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated | pushy | self critical | smart-ass | infamy | solemn | erratic | too trusting

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bold any fears that apply to your muse!!! italicize what makes them uncomfortable!!! (and add your own if they aren’t listed)

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals (any kind) | supernatural monster/animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness |

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Len:

How could he put it? This was quite the challenge to describe—            “That’s all fine and all but…                     It just seems like a lot of work.” Considerably he was losing effort, that vibe to take the incentives life gave him. He was really tired of it. “To purposely use my assets when they aren’t even in my list of things to do— I think I’ll just use them if they should ever come my way.” Hunger was on vacation, today.

          “That so?” Caution handles the inquiry, witholding any bitter moods from slipping in. Seems to her that his motive was dwindling, will to perform dipping into a well. Just as the others. “Mmm, well, I suppose that’s fine. But take care of yourself, alright?” 

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kiironokashu:

((oh my go  d„))

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Rin:

         “ Awh hell yeah !! they’d be like defenders of the house          I’d love that, I’d love my own personal lil’ defence plants. “  Though there would be no space for the tiny dragons to defend the house, though reality would never cross over to fantasy, dragons did not exist and a world without problems in fantastical setting of natural beauty; the land mixed hues of red trees and blue grass that to the citizen of that fantasy world it was the norm, their normal was our strange their greens were our yellows and everything was backwards and to them it was right.             “ yeah yeah ! I’d love to grown flowers, I’ve always wanted a               house with a garden, like a hugeeee garden, one where I can               have tea in the spring under the shade and look at my pretty               plants…that kinda thing. “

    “Mm! It would be the nicest thing, wouldn’t it?            Why be a princess when I could be a dragontamer?                       I could rule my little lawn like a kingdom and never get lonely.”

Haa. Even with the gift of an extravagant, on-a-whim style of imagination, there rings a bell of sadness as words glide out. She is always “lonely” per se, the attribute not a word at all, at least, not anymore. More so a way of life would be fitting-- solitude had enveloped her in a hug so bone-crushing that the pain no longer manifests. Yet conversing now, the two with minds high above the clouds, it makes a return, mixed with the refreshing fantasy both were dreaming about.

“Oh? Then why not start now? You can have your friends come over and help out too-- it’s a nice way to make memories, y'know?” A smile. “Plus, it’d be an honor to know the girl with the largest garden ever grown on Earth.”

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other half of ur otp follows u: niCE they dont ship ur otp: not nice wh--

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Rin:

It would have been hard not to spot a young woman sporting hair such a vibrant shade of purple. If anything, the stranger had been the first person Rin had caught sight of when entering such an otherwise quiet and peaceful area. And although she had met many Yukari Yuzuki models in the past, she always found the presence of other androids to be eagerly welcomed. It was nice to be in the company of those who could understand such otherwise bitter feelings on the subject as a whole. It was with those thoughts in mind that the blonde had attempted to crouch beside the other as casually as possible with the high hopes of the girl initiating conversation.

And, what do you know— bingo! She had done just that! An attempt to feign surprise is made but it isn’t long before a grin shines through such an act. 

”You’d be shocked!" That much is the truth. "It might seem odd but sometimes I like to pretend I know what each person is doing or where they’re going." Too much free time, perhaps. "Like… Um… See that guy in the tuxedo?” A random stranger is pointed out with a slight tilt of the head. “Maybe he’s about to propose to someone? Or just got called in for some job interview." All jokes aside, a small glance at the other’s expression is stolen just before her own question slips past parted lips, "Why are you here?”

     The smile comes easy, almost too easy.                         Skeptical she would be, but the very fact that her dear company was a Kagamine Rin model tamed such suspicions; never could one doubt the trademark mirth of oranges and that oh-so expressive, iconic (like the Little Black Dress) white bow, hm? Excluding the ones that had leaned towards more bitter approaches, the ones who’d preferred the taste orange peels over oranges, that is.  So, which one would this little bird be? 

            “Or perhaps a funeral. A first day on the job, late, maybe. It doesn't seem like he can put on a tie properly, poor idiot.” She joins in, no filter supervising her remarks. Granted, her hypothetical ideas taste gloomy and drear compared to that of the blonde’s, but the tone in which she replies with is fairly kind. Welcoming, you could say, even if a bit sarcastic. She takes Rin’s comments seriously, however, re-engaging herself back into the wonderful world of observing, and the question offered nearly misses its mark.                  “Aah, me? Probably for the same reason as you. Um.. too much free time? Mm, or maybe I just like to watch? I’m not sure myself, but all I know is that it’d be nice if something surprising happened.” .... like a forest fire, or something to that degree.

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what happened to my theme

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     Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman that I know? No, right? Because hm, no homo? Just kidding. All the homo. Haha.                                       Actually.                                           No. I might have really loved you at some point in my life. I was just always surrounded by the love of others and perhaps gave my love to the wrong people. That and I never thought about it. Though you’re here to stay, so be happy and try to smile more. You said you would hate the world for me when I can’t, right? Well, don’t do that. Because I’ll take some of that hatred for you when I leave. So make room for that happiness. Learn to love, perhaps? Even if not romantically. Ehe.                 Love you, Yuka-chan. Thank you for being my friend till the end.

    Unease establishes an entire community within her stomach as the letter idles between fingertips. The worst type of butterflies to have, they cocoon all conscious sense. This thin flake of paper— undoubtedly a bad omen. While not deathly itself, an aura of morbidness perfumes it, as if the devil had decided to invite her in for tea. 

                              It is an unwelcome invitation.

     And it could all be avoided; a simple flick of the wrist, an impact of the palm— Up, up, and slap the carrier. Yet, do not shoot the messenger. Are you not stronger than this? It will not hurt you.                      Because you’d decided that you will not feel.

Digits tremble, skin sick, pale. Tears do not threaten, do not fall, but they persist in burning. They lurch and hide, never ever to be shed, but somehow they’re there, smiling in agony. Lavender has met parchment at last, and it’s ironic for such a flimsy sheet of pure confessions to wreak havoc on the stoic girl. Weakness paints her pretty, yet all the same it paints her in hatred.

        I couldn’t have done anything, hm? Anger flares, pounding, drumming violently like the steps of a marching band. None of this is her fault, she knows, but the sprightly little sunflower whom she’d watched grow tall only to be cut down, as all pretty flowers do, had roots so embedded that they’d vacuumed whatever’d been left of the shell she is. A miracle. To have met such a radiance. 

and a curse.

      A smile graces, not a sobbing wreck. But it is not one of acceptance, not the light, “as long as you’re in a better place and feel much more at peace with this decision” style of curve. Neither is it the fake, plastic sticker trademark grin that models and actresses recycle, the ones she’d been so insistent on defaulting to because strangers and acquaintances did not deserve a real one.

          Muted. Bitter. Angry. But not quite. Appearing amiable, it is reminiscent of the newcomer’s smile that’d graced her lips the first time they met. That very hospital. The treehouse. The fall from grace and the first aid needed afterwards. The sleepover, the fall out, the loss of memories, and the bitterness after. Of course, the lavender girl remembers little, and it is only a coincidence that her smile matches up to the one her previous self had ever forgotten she had. One of innocence, tinged shy, curious. A child’s lips.

   “I’m sorry, Rin. I do not have a reason to apologize, but it’s an inclination.         I love you too. And I’ll always be eternally yours, no matter where you are. I’ll try my best to do that, but no promises. It will take.. maybe the longest nap. You can’t expect me to be happy about something like this, you know? I hoard painful memories. I hold grudges. I stick to the past like tape and hope that I’ll learn from history. Even though I know, all I learn from history is that I do not learn at all.

Happiness is one of the best things in life, yeah? But the best things in life take the longest time. And I’m not a patient waiter. But if you were able to survive this long, I’ll do it. But only for you.”

                  And off, she exhales, letter to her heart, voice rusty yet soft. The house is quiet, Teto now gone. A death total of 2 to her. The smile fades, fades as day does to night, and she does not notice that she’s been crying.

      if you could go on living in someone else, if a part of you could remain here,             ….why, that’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it?  it’d be a very nice dream….

…..どっちでもいい　どっちでもいい　君がいなくなった世界に …               どっちでもいい　どっちでもいい　なにも価値などない…

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kagaCUTE:

Oh man, okay wow, 500, first of all, thank you everyone, thank you to the people who follow me, who admire me from afar who speak to me, RP with me and to my lovely friends I’ve met on this site; I’m kinda in a state of shock I never thought I’d get this far with my writing and with Rin, I never dreamed people would want to Rp with her and there are people out there who actually like my writing like, it’s crazy and it’s all so amazing at the same time. I’m so glad I got to experience this, I’m so glad I (and with the help of some friends to push me to make this blog! ) gained the courage to make this blog and meet so many lovely people. thank you those who stayed with me thank you to those who listen to my dumb ramblings of my life and my muse thank you all very much for this wonderful time.                                   ( I’m actually nearing my first year on Rin and I’ll probably do                                     something for that too but it’ll probably be a lot shorter then this. )                                               (Also ps. I’d do hover messages but new layout ech)  Love u guys okay ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) xoxo — Bee (aka mun)

♔  Pizza perfect ♔ ٩(๑ơలơ)۶♡ ( My lovely friends who’ve been with me all (or most) of the way and earned a special place in both Rin and muns heart )  toraburuchan ♔ himitsu-takara ♔ kasxne/carrotisms ♔ angelicfuture​/ kagaking​♔ akiyoryuu​ ♔ goribu​♔ kaxhu​♔ bittercitrus​ ♔ shizukagitaa​ ♔ mi-kuo​ ♔

♔ Lovely Lemons  ♔ (๑>ᴗ<๑) ( People who I RP with quite a bit and I love them )  the-digital-diva ♔ suupaisu ♔ ravcnous ♔ singinghomo ♔ hagaide​/tsundelen​ ♔ synthesizebeing​ ♔ pretty-panties-aku-marin​ ♔ hachidoremi​♔ kiiro—me​ ♔ yao-ng​ ♔ silhouettediva​♔ sekushibanana​ ♔ kiironokashu​ ♔ carrotsxdiva​ ♔ virtualvenus​ ♔ atatakami​

♔ Nice noodles ♔ ╰(✧∇✧) (People who I follow that I love seeing on my dash// we rp a little bit)  technigem ♔ lyingxmblr ♔ sola—cordis♔ muraragikoyomi♔  sweethiief ♔ museii ♔ adorinterior ♔ cxnceitful ♔ austuroo ♔ exaltess ♔ nocivous/ yumescent ♔ heroistics ♔ fatesresignation♔ tacticixn ♔ omniipresent ♔ rxversusque ♔ dxsgusting ♔ thirdfiighter ♔ roroing♔ worldclassneet ♔ corpusignem ♔ valianx ♔ yuzukari ♔ adelectabledream ♔ singinghomo ♔ sperovoce ♔ psaem♔ crv-01/ cv02r♔ mammaterasu ♔ genshiteki ♔ gxthily♔ backlacebitch ♔ sanguinetempo ♔ counterf31t ♔ sawakool ♔ umiaiko ♔ sokushingitaa ♔ amaibanana ♔ orewaaidorur

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          She slumps.                 Bedridden days had addicted her to sleep. Poor thing. Ironic, she mentally laughs, that someone like me, who hates sleeping more than anything... 

Half lidded eyes and a dipped head complete her fashion statement, lavender strands splattered in complete disarray. Down, face flat on the middle of the sidewalk wasn’t... the most appropriate place to sleep, but aaah(!), old habits die hard? About to doze off, she submits to the evil clutches of dreams--

             ....or so she thinks.

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  “ Dragons ?! I wish, that sounds like the plot of a children’s      story, plants that come to life and come to life as the things      they’re named as !  “ The story seemed already written, maybe in other forms of writing or painted on pages in black & white or vibrant colours, all painting a picture of some sort either in the mind or within its pages; all when closed sealing away the imagination & creativity it held within it’s binds, she was not partial to books but the concept of them seemed to interest her enough, but not to pick one up.    ” A bouquet huh ? for yourself orrrr—       sorry sorry heh, I’d love to take some       of these home but I don’t exactly have a      green thumb. “ 

      “Ehehe, doesn’t it? I would love to own a fire-breathing dragon flower myself!”

A childish yearning. Birthed from the beauty of imaginations, such stories were an impossibility; only within the ink of books did they thrive, an entire life to live in one simple collection of paper. How funny, and sad... she muses, that while those in reality can create these written masterpieces, they could never do the reverse.                     This world needs those impossibilities. 

“Mmmm, not quite for myself. I’m not that vain, you know!” A pout, all in good nature. “Neither do I, but it isn’t as if we were born with green thumbs-- gotta start somewhere and move up, you know?”