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posts like these help, so,  if you’re a fandomless oc/multi-oc blog, please like/reblog this post so i can check you out!  i’m looking for more people to follow and interact with. c: 

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Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together.        

The miracle that is taiyaki.

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secondranked:

[ text: 23:07 ] i still have your address from when you asked for a game delivery. 

[ text: 23:07 ] even though you live close enough to WALK there.

[ text: 23:18 ] (￣□￣) look i even found you.

(   text,  23:19   )  .... (   text,  23:20   )  Yeah?  Well, THIS is you  ༼ つ ͠° ͟ ͟ʖ ͡° ༽つ (   text,  23:23   )  I guess you do. Sometimes I’m doing smething else and couldn’t go that day, I can’t help it. Were you even busy that time??

(   text,  23:26   )  something*

(   text,  23:28   )  DON’T COME TO MY HOUSE TOMORROW! I won’t answer the door, so you’d be up for no reason 

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❛  my- mmm-my  friends are weird...  ❜

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serkiis:

“can’t??” Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all, one would assume the other had done something to warrant someone, just by his articulation. Then again, who was he do judge the individual’s action? After all, he too had done atrocious activities when traveling. Mostly arsenal and larceny ( not that he was going to openly give information. ) “Watching? Yea, cause that’s not strange at all, kiddo. So you’re just snooping around in the night?” Rubbing his head at the gesture that was shown, “Avoiding humans. So I won’t freak them out like I did to you.” 

drowsiness  makes  him  somewhat  more compliant,  and  he  thinks  he’s  treading  dangerously  between  dreams  and  hallucinations.    maybe  he’s   asleep  right  now,  though  it’s  better  to  see  an  alien  than  a  black  figure.      he  does  not  read  hostile  which  has  his  hands  lower  from  his  hair.   it  falls  to  his  sides.    ❛   uh... sorry..     i don’t--  i don’t  see a  lot of- of  aliens  like  yuh-y--- you.   i’m  prob--  i’m  prob--- bably  asleep  right  now.   

  (  more  to  himself:  )   everything’s  okay.    

huh ?   (  “not  strange  at  all” ?  )   i’m-i-i’m not up-up ...  i’m  not  up to  anything !!   why’re  you  ..  here ....   ❜    in general,  he  means.   it’s  perplexing  to  him.  

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stcrmiis:

          open / / / Josie

     Delicate wings stretch outward, balancing the teen on the edge of the bridge. Jo has considered falling down once, twice, thrice. . .  Her breath was visible in the crisp air, body numb from the cold. She wore only her slip, no coat shielded her from the cold. To anyone, she was just a mad woman who needed to go inside. To everyone else, those who could see the shadows stretched beneath her form, her wings extended, she was a woman who needed guidance. All angels must have a mission, a purpose, right? So what was her’s?

nighttime  is  when  they  thrive,   an  evil  that  crawls  the  edges  of  his  vision,  the  calmness  of  his  psyche.  it’s  another  night  he’ll  miss out  on  sleep,  but he  hopes  a  stroll   will  tire  him  enough  to  let  him  collapse  when  he  comes  back  home.   hopefully.  it  was  quiet,  his  balled  hands  digging  further  into  the pockets  of  his jacket  when  he  sees  her.  he  almost  thinks  she’s  one  of  them  and  wants to push them out  of  mind   (  out of  sight,  out  of  mind )   but  she  holds  a  realness  to  her.  

and  she’s  at  the  edge  of  a  bridge.

❛   huh--  hey !   ❜    his  voice  strains  when  trying  to  call  out  to  her.  his  steps   end  up  picking  up  where  his  volume  slacks  and  he  runs  to  her,   a  hand  outstretched   but  it  falls.    who  ---   what   exactly  was  he  looking  at  ?     his  voice  dies  in  his  throat,  words  unable  to  form.

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レオの着てる服は俺の私服

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secondranked:

[ text: 22:46 ] .. that’s a good idea, i should stop by.

[ text: 22:47 ] i’ll stop by tomorrow

[text 22:57 ] ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

( text,  23:00 )   (.﹒︣︿﹒︣.)  I don’t believe you. You won’t do it ( text,  23:02 )   Though you might because I didn’t think you’d use an emoticon like that, ever.  Dont use it again, please

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[text]: scratch that. parkour has to wait. you have to work on cardio, bye.

( text, 19:23 )  Every text mssg to you is like a goodbye ( text, 19:24 )  But you’re not coming to my house every morning to make me jog, right?( text, 19:24 )  Don’t （ー△ー；）

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#DANG? DANG.#show me ya moves // let's go. first day of training.. parkour!

PARKOUR?  if they go parkouring it’ll go like this

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ogawa “i only swear when out of earshot from my moms and even when i do swear i still feel pretty bad” tomio

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  @secondranked   continued.

seen at 15:40

[text]: don’t be upset because her friend wasn’t interested in you :’))

( text: 15:48 )  That’s not why! I mean i’m not upset at all. If i wanted to date someone I would :p cause i can talk to people at least lol

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@ariisen @empowcred

i just asked my mom if we have a home security system and she just said “nope, but we got these” and started flexing her arms

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( god i wanna make so many blogs but - )

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  @puckish-rogue   -----  continued.

“ That how you start conversations with strangers? And the fuck’re you stuttering so much for? ”

❛   bet-beh-b-----better than talking about the-the weather.   it-it-i-it’s a... speech thing. 

    so, uh...  are  you ?   ❜

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zombieled .

           “So you can survive when law is lawless (right here); Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead, remember that it’s all in your head.”

@cilg || AHUHUHUHUHU~ (lyric starter)

❛   you’re not good at mmm-making p-peep-p-people feel better,  huh ?  that ... s-s-sssorta helps.  you should-shhhh-shouldn’t do-do it though.    ❜