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(~thanks to the merger with yahoo, i’m not even allowed to delete my account due to script errors. So this blog will be archived instead.~)

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(~eeeehhhh I’d hate to say it but I don’t think this blog is working out. Everytime I come on here, I feel awful about never being on here and it’s unfair for me to keep everyone waiting around for something that will most likely never come around. I apologize to everyone I have kept waiting for so long and I wish you all the best.

This will be my last post before this blog is deleted when I get back from work. Thank you for the wonderful experiences you have given me and I love you all very much. Thank you for accepting me into this community and making it a wonderful experience.

-Daikon)~

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shsl-photographer:

                 within seconds, she pushes herself slightly forward, eyebrows furrowed, but her tongue held. had they not have been in a library, she surely would’ve begun scolding him. restraining herself, she lays her hands upon the table solely to grip it tightly —— as if the action could help calm her senses.

                  internally, she scolds not him, but herself. though the whole thing was his fault ( in her honest opinion, that is ) she was annoyed at herself as well. the thought of him being in here the whole time had never crossed her mind. it was now that she’d regret ruling out that possibility.

                 she had expected an apology, as far-fetched as that seems. or maybe something to appease her, at least. but hearing his words serve nothing but to further annoy her, she clenches the table harder. a few seconds later and her hands have begun to tire, and so she frees the item from her grip, as well as a sigh from her lips.

                 ❛ what kind of attitude is that ? ❜ a stern voice, and though she expects an answer, she doesn’t even give him a chance to do so as she continues speaking. ❛ instead of complaining and hiding like before, why don’t you just try to cooperate with me and get this project over and done with ? ❜

Jeez, Hibiki already thought that she was a pain in the neck, but he didn’t know she could be this bad. This was going to be a very long day for him. He wondered if he would be able to excuse his way out of this fiasco, but doing that would only worsen his situation, and he was not ready to put up with a headache today. Looks like he’d have to play along, though he would not sugarcoat his words for her sake.

“Whatever you say... As long as it will shut you up. Your presence is already grating enough as it is.” Hibiki replied blandly as he scratched his head while opening his bag with his other hand, pulling out a sheet with the instructions. It was some kind of research project, where the partners had to research one another’s talents as well as details such as historical roots and famous events involving their talent. Peachy... He’d have to talk to her some more. Well, he’d do that when he felt like it.

He slid the paper across the table and pulled out his phone, leaning his head in his hand as he tapped away on the screen. As much as he wanted to just bail and leave her here, she would nag his ear off if he did. Well... Might as well start. 

Hibiki opened his browser on his phone and began looking up the historical roots of photography, favoriting all the pages with relevant information on them. Hibiki couldn’t help but feel bewildered by all the articles. They were just photo’s... Anyone could take one, get a lucky angle, and be considered a master of the craft. It was like people thought these photos helped form the current world.

“Well, why don’t you start with some free running history? Feel free to let me know when you give up so I can leave.” Hibiki stated without looking up from his phone. On the inside, he was feeling a little smugger that usual since he knew free running wasn’t the most popular or influential topic in today’s world. Hibiki made a bet with himself, saying that if she could find a scrap of relevant information, he’d put a little more effort into the project.

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shsl-photographer:

♡°࿐ her foot is tapping into the ground, a look of annoyance clear on her face. she sighs as she sets down the photo book she’d been skimming through, eyes glancing over to the clock located at the corner of the library. he’s late, he’s really late…

when yukizome announced a project in which students would work together in pairs, koizumi wasn’t quite elated. in all honesty, she doesn’t like group projects. often times she was partnered up with an acquaintance who’d leave all the work to her without doing a single thing to benefit the ‘ group work ’. those passing grades they’d received were all fruits of koizumi’s hard work.  

had she been partnered up with someone else, say.. saionji or mioda or tsumiki… then things might be different she might even enjoy doing this project. sadly, that was not the case. she was partnered with tatsunada hibiki, the one who was supposed to be here forty minutes ago—– or was it an hour ago ? ah, she’s lost count of how late he is. that makes her even more irritated.

she takes out her phone, going through her contacts to find a certain one. tatsunada’s. she had gotten said contact from yukizome, just to inform him about this meeting they’d have today. that message had been sent yesterday.. and had been left on read.

she types out another message. ‘ where are you ? don’t you remember the meeting ? you’re really late, you know ! ’ she leans back to the chair and sends the message.

“ ……… ” she continues tapping her foot. after several seconds, she checks her phone again. 

she was left on read.

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How utterly irritating... Of all the types of projects for Yukizome to assign, she had to make up a group assignment. Hibiki was never one to enjoy assignments, but at least he was able to complete or ignore them by himself. This time, however; he had to put up with a partner. Not only that, it was someone who actually had expectations for him to meet, judging by them sending him yet another message.

As much as he wanted to blow off the meeting, he knew that Yukizome was on his case due to him skipping out on various other assignments and class activities. There would be no escaping this time. He was actually going to have to participate in the assignment... To which he had ‘forgotten’ the details. Whatever, he didn’t care in the slightest. He knew this wasn’t really about doing work, but rather the teacher coming up with a half-assed excuse for the to work together and get along.

Despite not answering her texts, he was already in the library and was but a mere corner away from their meeting spot. He knew that the moment he showed up he would get an earful, because that’s all she does to almost everyone; lecture them. Well, might as well get this whole ordeal over with as soon as possible.

Without a scrap of hesitation in his movement, he rounded the corner and walked up to the table without making eye contact with his project partner. He pulled out a chair, sat down, put his elbow on the table, and rested his chin in his hand while staring out a nearby window.

“Ta-dah... I’m here now, happy? Now, why don’t you get the lecture that I know you’ve been dying to grill me with over with so we can get out of here faster because if I’m being frank, being in this library right now is a real headache.” Hibiki droned out as he tapped his fingers on the table, awaiting what he believed to be the inevitable.

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@positivepianist

Annoying, obnoxious, any word that could be used to describe distaste and describe how Hibiki felt towards just about everyone right now. After waking up and remembering his talent as the “Ultimate Freerunner” as well as being part of the “Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles”, he was somewhat looking forward to moving forward without anyone trying to get on his case or talk to him with false platitudes, but of course it didn’t work like that.

When Hibiki thinks of the word juvenile, he thinks about young people who have committed any type of crime, and from that, someone who wouldn’t try to act all buddy-buddy. Instead, when he found himself within a crowd comprised of the other, he found that everyone was either trying to learn about each other or something like that, and it made his stomach turn.

He refused to believe that people in this academy were trying to get along in some shape or form. It seemed that no matter where he went, people were wearing fake smiles and acting with false personalities, and while the others seemed to be playing along, Hibiki would have no part of that nonsense. Time for him to get the hell away from everyone.

Without a second thought, Hibiki pushed his way through a door after walking for what he felt like hours and found himself in a music room. With the exception of a piano sitting in the middle of the room, the place was pretty much barren. It was the perfect place to hopefully be alone and clear his thoughts.

He pulled one of the stools to the window, too a seat, kicked his feet up on top of the shelves built onto the walls, and closed his eyes, hoping that when he woke up, he’d actually be in a school for real juveniles.

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definitelynotalibaba:

If only the anon knew who was behind the computer, because that question set Futaba off. She cracks her knuckles and smirks, typing at a break-neck speed. Forget keeping up with this sophisticated facade, it’s time to show her true colors!

[To: Anon]: “The challenge they provide! Modern games these days do too much hand-holding, too much focus on being as graphic-intensive as possible! The games of the past? They were MADE to eat up your time, make sure you know the TRUE meaning of difficulty! There’s nothing quite like the feeling of beating a classic game with no save states or passwords! Don’t get me wrong, there are a few tough games here and there in the modern times, but they are much fewer in comparison to the good ol’ 8-bit!”

Sure, she got a little carried away there, but who cares? Futaba is hardcore, everyone else just needs to catch up to her level.

Well, that reply was... Passionate? Hibiki didn’t know if that was the correct word to use, but as of right now he couldn’t think of any other descriptive word. Perhaps if he mulled it over he’d be able to think of something, but that was too much effort for such an impertinent aspect of their conversation.

While he was minutely surprised about her sudden change in tone a manner of speech, it wasn’t something that irked him in the slightest; he had put up with a LOT worse before. Not to pat himself on the back, but he felt as though he could depict ancient hieroglyphs after talking with the individuals who preferred to use a mess of emoji’s and abbreviations rather than the basic language.

[To Anon]: “It seems you have quite a large amount of passion for the 8-bit era, but I can see as to where you are coming from. Out of all the games I played, the only two I’ve ever found myself truly struggling with were Contra and Castlevania. Perhaps game designers were much more sadistic back then as they seemed to get joy out of people ripping out their hair and throwing controllers all across the place.” Hibiki replied. Contra was the first game he was ever introduced to, and that’s what kicked off his side hobby of gaming. To this day, Hibiki has yet to complete it.

[To Anon]: “How about you? What might be the most challenging 8-bit title be in your eyes?” Hibiki inquired before leaning back in his chair. If anyone saw him now Hibiki would never hear the end of it. Meh, it didn’t matter anyways because ignoring others was what Hibiki did best in real life. Huh, kind of a weird thing to brag about.

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Palace + 6

Send ‘Palace’ + a number and I will explain;

6. What their shadow self look like + how they behave

(~You must be psychic since I was just thinking about this one~)

In his regular shadow form, Hibiki would wear something akin to a morning robe, a white tank top, black, blue, and white plaid pajama pants, and slippers because he believes that everything is one big dream and that he is in control of everything his imagination thinks into the dreams reality.

As for his true shadow form, for reference, refer to the link (art is not mine, all credit goes to the creator for their amazing work)

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I’d picture him to be a humanoid-bat creature with clawed feet and three large claws on each hand , though is his body would be almost completely covered in a deep blue fabric, and only his glowing white eyes would shine through the fabric. Black gas would also seep through the openings of the fabric.

His personality would reveal that he has a very high opinion of himself and his vision that everyone is but a mere imagination and that he is free to do what he pleases with them, whether it be degrading them, harming them, or even eliminating them. He would also add on that because everyone is an imagination, they cannot hurt him and that he is all powerful and invincible. He believes that there isn’t a thing he cannot do and that if anyone dares to oppose him he will simply delete them. 

tl;dr. Like most other Shadows, he’s a jerk.

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(~The Persona 5 Au is done and Hibiki is now set to be a stick in the mud once again! Info can be found under the “The Runner” link~)

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Send ‘Palace’ + a number and I will explain;

Based off the Palaces in Persona 5;

What the my muse palace look like

The keywords to get into the palace

What their treasure is within the palace

What the treasure take form after being taken out of the palace

How the shadows look like 

What their shadow self look like + how they behave

Which sin they represent the most

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lonely sentence starters

“Long time no see! How’re you holding up?” “You clearly weren’t expecting me.” “I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.” “I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.” “You’ve been quiet lately.” “How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.” “Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?” “This is supposed to be a party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.” “Has nobody come to see you?” “Do you want me to leave?” “When’s the last time you went outside?” “Do you even want to see anyone?” “You seem lonely…” “Don’t you have any friends?” “I don’t mind keeping you company.” “Do you really have this place all to yourself?” “Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.” “I’d visit you more often if I had the time…” “I am your friend. You’ve got me.” “Are you lonely?” ———- “I just want to be left alone.” “I’ve been so alone.” “You’re the first person to visit me in ages.” “I wish you’d visit more often.” “I’m just so sick of being alone all the time.” “No, of course I’m not lonely.”

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FEYRIES ICEBREAKER MEME

☂ For a starter about your character and mine getting trapped in the rain and having to find shelter or share a preexisting one.

★ For a starter about your character and mine meeting and getting stuck under the stars together.

♣ For a starter about my character running into yours.

♤ For a starter about your character running into mine.

♥ For a starter about my character being on the run and getting yours involved.

♦ For a starter about my character finding yours, injured and in need of help.

♫ For a starter about your character and my character fighting over something territorial.

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Can anyone guess the theme ;) Sorry for the bad audio btw, took this on my phone >

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definitelynotalibaba:

Oh, it appears this anon is starting to get serious! The way it’s worded leaves absolutely no room for any misunderstandings, making this whole exchange feel like something a genie would conjure up. Such a refined reply deserves a proper response this time! This sure is one way to spend time waitin for the Featherman marathon to start.

No clever wit this time, simply responding to him here is the appropriate course of action.

[To: Anon]: “Ah, you speak of the electronic devices used for handling digital games! In that case, my favorites are the classics from a bygone era that’s known as the 8-bit era!”

She blames Joker for getting her back into 8-bits.

Good, now they were back on track. Now that he had a viable response, the conversation could continue. So they was into 8-bit games, huh? He could nitpick even further and maybe even get down to their favorite 8-bit series, but he decided that was a conversation saved for a later tie, after they had talked for a bit longer.

[To Anon]: “So you’re into 8-bit style games. I can somewhat agree as it was a simpler time without all the fancy graphics of the modern world, and may even provide a sense of nostalgia. However; I myself prefer a little more depth in detail when it comes to graphics. Personally, I preferred the times when the original Nintendo system was released.”

Hibiki did enjoy the earlier era of games, not just because they weren’t as headache inducing, but because it was a time where he could still recall times where he and his family smiled alongside each other while playing games.

[To Anon]: “What about you? What about the 8-bit era is so appealing to you? Was it simply the game styles, or perhaps you also find nostalgia within the 8-bit titles?”

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definitelynotalibaba:

This guy sure talks differently compared to other people she’s met! Is this mysterious anonymous person role-playing? Futaba may have no experience in socialization, but even she can tell that nobody talks like this! Maybe except Yusuke, but he’s a special case, that Inari. Futaba came to the conclusion that this was not a parent, but a guy trying to pretend he’s some video game character. Gotta build up those experience points somehow, right?

Now then, where’s that thesaurus for medieval talk, she thought to herself? Time to play along with this game.

[To: Anon]: “Are you perhaps pertaining to the game that satiates my appetite? I prefer the succulent feral bull and the rowdy fowl.”

Hey, the anon never specified what kind of game he was talking about.

To be perfectly honest, Hibiki wasn’t expecting such a clever reply; it was actually somewhat impressive that they were able to reply in such a literal manner. it was even slightly humorous. With that in mind, he began to type away a reply.

[To Anon]: “Quite a clever remark, I can appreciate such sharp wit. Impressive.”

Hibiki was never one to toss about compliments lightly, but being complimented on a joke was nothing more than acknowledging one’s ability to create a humorous situation or reply given the info they have on hand; it was something that anyone could do given the right circumstances, material, and time to prepare. Hibiki then began typing, while carefully thinking of how to word his question as to prevent the other from using their wit to replying in the previous fashion.

[To Anon]: “Now, allow me to rephrase my question. What might your preferred genre of game be where a user or group of users must input commands to control a character or object via a controller connected to a console or computer by wired or wireless connection through an electronic medium such as a television screen or computer monitor.

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Hello there! Do you like to go on adventures? Do you enjoy honey ( and giving away / sharing said honey with lovable bears )? For that matter, do you enjoy talking to silly bears and other colorful friends about life, and the little joys and sorrows in them, while taking a nice stroll? Well, Winnie The Pooh sure does, and he’d love to interact with you and do all kinds of fun things! Like / Reblog this post if you want to interact with a sideblog for Winnie The Pooh!

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definitelynotalibaba:

“Hm, hm, hm… What do we have here?” The beauty of being a hacker is the usage of multiple monitors. One of them is being used in antipication for the upcoming Featherman marathon, and another monitor is being used for a random chatroom that sets you up with a random stranger based on interests. Online people count as actual people too, right? Futaba sure thinks so, there’s a real person behind each chatroom after all. Knowing how to talk with any kind of person is the key to socialization in real life! At least that’s what she thinks.

As Futaba sets everything up, a notification pops up in the chatroom, telling her she’s got someone interested in games. Reading the message she got, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Man, this guy sounds like a nosy parent! I wonder if that’s the case?” She decides to play along, albeit with a sarcastic tone. Even though she can easily figure out who this guy is, where’s the fun in that? It’s more exciting if you don’t know who’s behind the screen.

[To: Anon]: “I’m fairing well on this fine day! How fare your travels, stranger?

Oh, whoever he seemed to be conversing with seemed to speak in a somewhat sophisticated manner as well. It was quite interesting to encounter someone who spoke like him, but strange things happened everyday, so there was no reason to pay too much mind to them. A whole other slue of ideas raced through his mind, but he put his thoughts on the back burner for the time being and continued on with the conversation.

[To: Anon]: “I am holding up quite well myself, many thanks to you.” Hibiki replied, continuing on with the sophitsticated manner of speaking. Hibiki was somewhat enjoying the change of pace, being able to read a reply quickly without having to decipher the “leet speak” of the current generation of adolescents.

Now that the introductions had been sorted, they could finally initiate on conversation on what they actually came here to talk about. Hibiki thought of a few easy icebreakers and began tapping away on his keyboard. Surely even the most uneducated game player would have no troubles answering such a subjective question.

[To: Anon]: “Now that we are through with the pleasantries, may I ask you what your favorite game may be? Or perhaps your favorite genre of game?”

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@definitelynotalibaba

If there was one place where Hibiki could truly let loose and be even the littlest bit social, it was the internet. With the somewhat comforting concept of anonymity and the presence of a screen between him and the other speaker, he felt it was somewhat easier to talk to others about every day general topics. Even though he preferred to spend most of his time being isolated, even he understood that no human could truly live without some form of interaction with others.

Hibiki hopped onto his most frequented chat room server and clicked connect. The beauty of the site was that it connected to strangers based off of filters that match each other, and for today, his filter revolved around games. Most of the time the conversation kept around the filters, but from time to time it strayed into different topics, and such mystery was what provided Hibiki with his modicum of enjoyment.

After a short wait, the website had connected him to another stranger. Without a second thought, he began to type away his greeting that he had typed hundreds of times before, and in a few seconds, he hit enter and sent off his greeting to the one beyond the screen.

“Hello there. How might you be doing today?” Hibiki asked. He knew this wasn’t how most people talked on the internet, but he had no desire to learn about senseless internet slang. If people didn’t like his formalities, then they could hit the disconnect button and be well on their way. Hibiki also wasn’t fond of sending a barrage of questions out of the get go. He may have set a filter to meet people with a common interest, but it shouldn’t stop people from abandoning their etiquette and greeting each other properly.