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                  [ LISTEN . ] [ NO . ] …VERY WELL THEN.

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Send 🎼for a short playlist for our muses.

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tbh i stand by the fact this is the most sayori ship song ever, she’d 100% start eating her partner’s favorite candy for this exact reason. 

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 🎼 tbh you know what i want i want those ship playlists--

@spkyscry // send 🎼 for a short playlist for our muses!

iiiiiiiiii was originally gonna do both our main ships, but. sayonika brainrot won me over, sorry, hopefully that isn’t too disappointing! i’ll probably end up doing a natsuri one down the line though, so. 

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS : SAYORI // GENERAL AESTHETIC . (DON’T RB)

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS : SAYORI ITO // BUT A POEM IS NEVER ACTUALLY FINISHED. IT JUST STOPS MOVING. (DON’T REBLOG)

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starsdiminish​:

@clubmates​​ said: “ james! hey, james, wait up! ” sayori calls out after her friend, just before they could cross the threshold of the school gate to leave. “ haaaah… ” skidding to a stop, she takes a second to catch her breath, before popping back up with a renewed sense of vigor.“ so, i didn’t wanna do this in the club, ‘cause. i didn’t wanna embarrass you, you know? but, um. i made you something! ” “ you have to close your eyes first, okay? ” she’s beaming ear to ear, and is clearly hiding something behind her back. 

a long suffering groan escapes james as he hears the ever familiar voice of his long-time friend. (it was always nice to hear it, even if he put on the airs that he was just sooo over sayori and her presence.) he slows up, hands in his pocket, watching as sayori comes rushing up, slipping and sliding to a halt, and then popping straight back up as if nothing happened. oh, sayori.

“yoyo, it’s already embarrassing enough to be dragged into the book club every day.” but even his teasing couldn’t keep up for long, and his curiosity is peaked, face softening. “yeah? you made me something?” as much as he joked, it was clear from the look on his face he was touched, as always, by sayori’s kindness. even knowing her since they were children could never prepare him for it.

“alright, alright, closing my eyes, yeesh –” with a grin, his eyes shut, and, as she would often accuse him of peeking, his arm goes over them too, pressed hard against his face, his other hand extending out to receive whatever the mystery gift was. “ok, i’m ready to be surprised, yoyo.”

“ heyyy, you say that like you didn’t really wanna join. meanie...! “ she huffs, puffing out her cheeks as she pouts, looking away. quickly though, it’s revealed to be teasing too, as a smile suddenly blooms, replacing that sour expression. she giggles, before she continues. 🌦️

“ okay, okay, and no peaking! -- thank you. “ he was a step ahead of her, it’d seem, arm placed over his eyes so no such thing could occur. but she still stares for a moment, squinting, as if making sure. once satisfied, she takes the item from behind her back, and places it in james’ open palm, a card of some kind. 🌦️

once uncovering his eyes, he’s immediately greeted by colorful pages, tied together with string, and glittery writing on the front that reads, ‘for my best friend!’. inside is a little drawing of them together, holding hands. 🌦️

“ in art today. we had to make something for someone we care about, sooo. i picked you, obviously! hehe. “ a pause, she seems a little bit nervous now. 🌦️

“ do you like it... ? “ 🌦️

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spkyscry​:

Just as she was left ruminating on her failure, a suddenly applause brings an unladylike yelp from her throat, eyes shooting up to see Sayori, painted in the beautiful sun’s colors as she stood in the doorway. All the club president could do was sit there, for a spell, lost for words. 

The way it made her eyes sparkle, making smile only all the sweeter and warm to gaze at… 

Monika was quiet. Perhaps more so than one may expect from her, before finally realizing she was staring, mouth slightly agape, at her friend. A breathy laugh escapes her, taking a moment to adjust the jacket of her uniform before speaking. To give her a brief time to collect her thoughts.

It was somewhat embarrassing, of course, to have been caught. For the obvious implications that she was, in fact, late for the literature club, but also for the specific person that had found her.

“Gosh, you startled me, Sayori… I’m glad you liked what you heard, though. I wouldn’t say I’m good at it, yet. If I tried to play anything else, I’d probably sound even worse.” 

It was explained with a laugh, rubbing the back of her neck while her gaze turned to the clock on the wall. Yes, assuredly, she was late for the club meeting. By a considerable amount, even. Cheeks pinken at her fumble, standing up from the piano’s seat and moving across the room for desk with her bag. 

Notes and loose sheet paper rustle, falling from the built=in stand of the piano as they slid onto the floor. Sheet music, handmade, scribbled down on the paper. In small, flowing script unmistakably the club president’s, lyrics were even written.

An even a brief scan would reveal the clear implications of what kind of song Monika was working on, if Sayori took the time to delve while her friend fixed her bag.

“I’m so sorry, I must have been playing over the bell. The club president being tardy for her own club… I hope I didn’t worry any of you.”

“ well, i can’t play the piano at all, so! i’m pretty impressed anyway, hehe. “ sayori explains with a little shrug and a playful smile, taking a step or two further into the room, absentmindedly glancing around, curious. she hadn’t been in here much at all, besides a brief stint in the music club awhile back. 🌦️ 

she perks up though, watching monika fumble, and her sheet music scatter across the floor behind her, with a ‘oh, let me get those for you!’ -- she scurries over, to go and scoop them up. 🌦️  

“ and it’s okay! “ she continues, still crouched down, picking up pages, “ i think natsuki was kinda worried, but, um. don’t tell her i told you, alright? “  anyway, sayori stands and, curiosity getting the better of her, she begins to read some of the lyrics, her smile growing as she ‘aww!’s over the contents. 🌦️ 

“ sooo, who’s the lucky guy, huh? “ she finally joins monika’s side, lightly elbow -ing her in the side as she teases, before finally offering out the music sheets. 🌦️  

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" i brought some snacks. figured it'd be a pretty sucky blanket fort without any! " sayori c:

@dokiboi​ // “blanket fort” prompts!

how long had it been since her and mikio had a sleepover like this? too long, sayori decides, as she lays sprawled half asleep on his living room floor. snuggled between a bunch of pillows, surrounded by couch cushion walls, and blankets draped over head, she felt so at peace here. 🌦️

something she's realized isn't as hard to come by as she thought, at least not with mikio around again. now, that isn't to say everything is will be sunshine and rainbows from now on, that she wouldn't struggle anymore, because, well. that just wasn't the case, but. the company sure was nice, at least. 🌦️

speaking of, mikio is back from his quick little jaunt in the kitchen, a handful of snacks in his arms: chips, popcorn, candies--sayori perks up, smiling brightly, clearly excited. 🌦️

" whoaaaa! you're so right, but... so many choices! it'll be hard to decide what to eat first! hehe. why don't you pick, huh? i call dibs on picking the movie we watch, though! " 🌦️

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it’s sunday, so uhhh. spicy hcs, for both sayori and yuri! for funsies, y’know? >sayori is generally a bottom, but is really chatty/vocal and active during it. into some risky stuff, mainly semi-public sex, and other ‘fun’ stuff like that.  >yuri is a top-leaning switch, def into the idea of knife-play and other danger -related kinks, but has never tried it and is way too shy to ask it of her partner.

>yuri is the type to wear lingerie under her clothes for a confidence boost. >sayori has a low-to-medium sex drive, just depending on her mood, and yuri’s is actually rather high, not that she would ever admit that, though. 

>sayori is a virgin, yuri is not, having one sexual partner briefly in the past. 

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💭+ Hope (@ Sayori)

@dyavol // send 💭 + a topic, my muse will tell you what they think about it.

“ hope...? “ this time, there’s a thoughtful pause, once she finds her words, she nods, rather confident in her answer. 🌦️ “ well, i think hope is one of the best gifts you could give someone! but also, it’s something really hard to keep sometimes, so... i try and give each friend a little each day, always keeping their hope tank nice and topped off, you know? hehe. “ now if only she could do the same for herself, huh? 🌦️

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💭+ Friendship (@ Sayori)

@dyavol // send 💭 + a topic, my muse will tell you what they think about it.

sayori immediately perks at the topic at hand, beaming as she launches into her thoughts. 🌦️

“ oh, oh! friendship is one of my favorite things, actually! i mean, isn’t it cool? being able to know someone else, like the way you know yourself? “ 🌦️

“ i love learning about people, and their interests, their dreams, their quirks -- being able to support them, help them with stuff...  i just, i care about my friends so much! i hope they know that. “ 🌦️

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Monika was late for Literature Club. By a considerable amount, at that. It was an alien thing, for the perfectionist to not be at least the second one hurrying her way into the classroom. So much so that there was the pondering of if someone should go look for her. Of course, that would inevitably fall on the person closest to her there to do it: Sayori. 

It wasn’t an easy hunt. She wasn’t in debate club, she wasn’t in the little study hall library, and she wasn’t even hiding in the cafeteria. 

No, when she was inevitably found, it would be by following the sound of a piano. 

In the music room, there Monika sat, behind the oh-so-fancy grand piano that the school had that most students weren’t even allowed to touch. Of course, the perfect student was the exception. 

She played, lost in the music as her eyes remained shut even when the door was opened across from her. Fingers danced along ivory keys, keeping the melody playing along in an a major upbeat little soirée before it becomes more intricate; mixing melancholy and upbeat in a twirling, spiraling affair of passion. 

Words are being muttered, too quiet to pick up over the playing keys; only for herself at present while she does her best to keep up with the pace of her song. This song that was, at the moment, meant just for Monika. 

 “ᵢ ₘᵤₛₜ 𝒸ₒₙ𝒻ₑₛₛ ₘᵧ 𝒻ₑₑₗᵢₙ𝓰ₛ 𝒻ₒᵣ ᵧₒᵤ…” the only scant whispered fragment that can be picked up amidst the keys.

It’s at that point she stops, a sour note bringing the entire thing tumbling to a halt as she fails to keep herself playing. A sigh, rubbing her face as she took a moment to recover from the blunder.

“I’m never going to get it right at this rate…” she mused, looking ready to get up after her failure. She still hasn’t opened her eyes and realized someone else was here. 

sayori quietly hums to herself as she strolls down the mostly empty school halls, occasionally either peering through a class room window, or cracking a door open to peek her head inside. 🌦️  

she was on a mission, you see, to find the club’s missing president in fact, something that had been assigned to her specifically, being monika’s second -in-command. she was grateful to be trusted with something so important, but was beginning to worry she may return empty-handed, that is, until... 🌦️

music, piano music in fact! monika had been talking about practicing such an instrument lately, hadn’t she? finally, a lead of some kind! sayori picks up the pace and quickly follows after the sound, as if the lulling tune was driving her forward, drawing her in. 🌦️  

eventually, she reaches the door to the music club, but after sliding it open, there’s a pause, a moment where sayori simply appreciates the tune being played, and the girl playing it, too. 🌦️

sunset hues color the room, warm, golden light almost sparkling, a slight breeze from an open window running through the club president’s hair. 🌦️

once her song comes to a clumsy end, sayori still beams and claps her hands excitedly, in turn finally announcing her presence, “ wow, monika, that was soooo good? you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you know! “ 🌦️  

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i don't want to be friends anymore. - from mc.

anonymous // random asks, always accepting!   

" hey, [MC]! what's up? thought i was gonna oversleep again, huh? well, not this time! " sayori trots up to her best friend's side before striking a proud pose, feet apart, hands on her hips. but, quickly she notices the other's tired, grumpy demeanor, the way he just walks right past her... 🌦️

" hey... what's wrong? you seem a little... " she's suddenly interrupted, him blurting out something that sayori had always dreaded, 'i don't want to be friends anymore.' - - she stops in her tracks, [MC] takes a few more steps, before stopping too, though refusing to turn back, to spare her a glance. 🌦️

" wh-what? " she begins, her voice shaking, " that isn't very funny, you know. " 'i'm not joking, sayori. i... i can't do this anymore. you're just not a good friend.' with that, something in sayori finally breaks, choking a sob as the tears that'd been welling in her eyes finally begin to fall, running down freckled cheeks. 🌦️

" ...did i do something? " she asks, her voice so, so small, " i'm sorry, [MC]. i'm so sorry, please forgive me, please-- " 🌦️

sayori suddenly shoots up in her bed. still reeling, she shudders, and gasps a deep breath as she wipes at her still watery eyes: a nightmare, it was just a nightmare? 🌦️  

oh, thank god... 🌦️

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WHICH IMAGINARY ILLNESS DO YOU HAVE?  ━ blooming pox .

roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. life grows from your flesh: an inescapable, floral infection. it will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. 

you know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed? doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you? for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse?

tagged   ━  @quillheel​ (thank you! <3)  tagging   ━  @wyrding​, @spkyscry​, @dokiboi​, @starsdiminish​, @deathwis​ !!!

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* mom - chiyoko ito (jolene purdy)  * dad - hibiki ito (ueki kiyohiko)  * brother - daisuke ito (hinata igarashi)