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I took a lot of secrets when I was little like you. So all you need to do is get more secrets to get bigger faster. All my secrets went pop a long time ago. So now I’m getting more.

A treasure map? What’s it for? Do you need me to get you the secret treasure? Dangerous journeys are for the big bears not little ones, you have to get better at killing demons for dangerous journeys.

Oh. Are you bursting with some, Onii-chan? ‘S that why you’re so big, ‘cause you’ve let ‘em grow up inside of you? Then if you get poked with a needle- Pop! They’d explode everywhere, out out out of you!

No bears! No bears there! Bears don’t like to read, ‘n they leave their reading glasses behind anyway. It’s a… thing, then a place. It’s a hidden map. Shh shh.

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They’re all staring at you.

He crouches down and takes something from one of the kids. A letter with a heart sticker holding it closed. A sweet smile and kiss on the cheek, he gets back up as they scurry away before the blush becomes visible. 

Onii-chan are you taking a demon to prison. They look like a demon, onii-chan I’ve seen that person before. I guess you’re special, they don’t usually let people they’ve seen live. Or perhaps they’re just interested.

He doesn’t proudly proclaim it or deny the accusation. Monotone and monochrome, one expression of no emotion because there is no point in them being out. Minato checks his nails as he speaks.

Minato Kurosawa, part of super high school level despair. The future foundation orchestrated my mutual killing and someone I’m dating is constantly in and out of the tower so I figured why not. Much better than being the new hope icon. Brain frazzled as it runs circles because they tried to fix me but I won’t let it stick. I’d never let it stick. 

     ❝ Hinata Hajime, ❞                                 they lie, knowing better than to utter an easily recognizable                                name that belongs to the deceased founder of the school                               he speaks of.

     They’re familiar with the name of the boy who betrayed his body for reverence through the woman that wove wretchedness into their existence, though Kamukura only chooses to speak it when needed. Suspicion might replace amiability if they denied him a response; a lie is the best answer.

      ❝ You say you like helping people, yet you have obvious ties to Despair. ❞ 

     It’s a blatant contradiction in their eyes, but if he’s aiding them then they aren’t going to question his lifestyle past that; they don’t care and he doesn’t need an interrogation from a stranger. 

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Secrets can grow with people. Sometimes people change out small secrets for big ones when they get old enough. Sometimes they hold in a secret so big that if they revealed it it'd be dangerous. Those are only for the biggest of people.

Something good? What did you find? Is it a thing? A person? A place? Another bear?

Can secrets grow with people? I still have some growing left, so do my secrets too? Things get better when they grow, but not too much. Too huge is too huge is taking too much room up. Yeah, my secret’s big! ‘Cause I’m a big girl!

Okay, okay. You know the library? There’s something there. Not all the words. Something good. Something hidden.

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No.

He immediately starts walking, doesn’t look back to see if they’ll follow because it’d be in their best interest. He watches kids stumble towards him, audible giggles as they pull on his hoodie and try to climb on him as if he’s something to ride.

You stand out, more than most people. I assume you went to that school at one point, the one that said you get a talent and the talent was you, nothing other than that. You’re everything and nothing, little twitches of emotion in murky grey. The bears are staring, small bear kids and bear robots.

Name? Minato is mine. Mine that was given, mine. Over here, we could be out in a few if there are no annoyances. We’ll be out o-o-o-o-o-out and fine. Out, I like helping people. It’s the easiest thing to do. So no exchanges. Don’t have anything I’d want.

     Repetition attracts them more than the small, barely audible thudding against skin; it’s a familiarity that lulls them in naturally as a result of the conditioning implemented since creation and the intertwined instinct that draws them to what’s constant.

     They comply, stepping from shadows and making their way towards a voice that holds no warning in tone telling them that he has hidden motives.

                ❝ . . . You want something in exchange, don’t you? ❞ 

     There’s no pause for greeting or expression of gratitude; a question of intention is imperative if they’re to be led by a stranger.  

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Berries need more sugar to be sweeter than candy. I want strawberries..I like the color..I like red.

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starter call

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He’s tapping at his hand as if it’s some sort of signal. A light to guide whoever he sees with the grey color over to him. They don’t want to be here, or they do but they don’t want to be caught being here. Much much easier to get them he thinks, protection. Free walk. He thinks.

Hey, Hey. Quit hiding and come over here, the bears are harmless. Your color’s the elephant in the room, over here here here here here. Where I am, get over here. What are you doing. stop hiding. I can walk you out of here or take you somewhere better, over here.  

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Do you think that you’re a good person?

If I was a good person I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t see color, if I wasn’t a good person no one would’ve hurt. I say this fifty times and it never fails to be true. I am awful, I am terrible.

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Being alone, it leaves you with your thoughts and leaves you to think think think think think until it consumes and you die. You walk but you die, you aren’t dead but you die. You are dead and you keep walking until your body dies. 

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Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love? Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What about it is wrong? I want things so I take them and I want everyone to love me. I want everyone to worship me, regardless on whether I love them back. It’s natural, most people just try and suppress it but I don’t want to. 

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Ignored someone I shouldn’t have, obsessed over someone I shouldn’t have. Everything up to this point has been morally backwards and down the drain wrong. I’m shit.

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What do you think others like or admire about you?

I am easy to manipulate I am strong. Your emotions are seen in one tick one hand movement I can see it I can see it. It’s easy to unmask fakes when you know every con in the book. It’s easy.

What could make you break your own moral code?

Someone I love with all my heart being hurt. I won’t allow..Anything to happen to people special to me.

Do you agree with capital punishment?

If I didn’t I wouldn’t be soaked in blood as we speak. A lot of people deserve to die, no matter what. They are a danger to everyone if they live, I’ll wring their necks with my bare hands snap crack! Dead. 

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Difficult Questions for Muses

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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Imoutoooo. Onii-chan was doing..Mmm things. Secret things, as in I was gone for a while and now I’m back and I see you pink with worry. I’m fine.

“ O–onii-chan! Where– where have you been–? I was so worried..! Are y–you hurt? Did something h–ha–happen? “

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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Mmm...Question. What do you think we’ll be doing today? I could do a lot of things, to you.It’s just up to my mood you know? But as one of the few people I invite to my dorm I’ll give you a choice on the way yeah?

Now come on. He turns on his heel, grabbing Ginga’s hand to lead him down the hallway to the entrance. 

☾◯☽➸ G-guh!!! Um…r-right! Haha, I’ll be good! No need…to do anything  like that! I’m glad...I said yes, then? I think? If you insist, Minato-san; although,  the only people I really hang out with are Kozeni-chan and Chie-tan. What will  we be…doing today?

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…a smile so beautiful it calls people to feel happy;

hanaemi 花笑み | (submitted by nymphali-dae)

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And fifty other irrelevant things where if I let you ramble you go on for five hours. Okay okay you’re hope, this explains- Wait no this doesn’t explain anything. None of you are like this, stuffy suits and a sense of entitlement is what I get.

Minato Kurosawa is the name given to me. How are you not dead is what I’m going to continue to ask. Literally, how are you not dead.

T-trying to kill me? Why would you bring that up? I don’t think you’re trying to kill me! I mean, you said you weren’t, didn’t you? Sorry, s-sorry, I think I’m getting muddled again. Um! Here!

Aika Tsuhinde, hi! I’m an intern with the records division of the New World Project, and my favourite food is shortbread, and my favourite colour is orange, and –