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[I’m sorry, I’m deleting this blog. I’m just not suited to Rock, I think. I don’t know. I’m really sorry. If anyone actually likes my writing, I have two OCs - @heartless-reckless and @mortuary-lilies - who have Nanbaka verses, and I’d be happy to RP with you guys anytime.]

[Sorry I couldn’t make Rock work, see you around.]

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Send 😭 for my muse to find yours crying

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RP starters: Heated argument.

content warning: death baiting.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Leave. Leave right now.”

“What more do you want?!”

“I really wish you were never born.”

“I hate you!”

“Can you just fuck off already?”

“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”

“All you do is whine.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”

“How did that feel?”

“Oh my god, I don’t care!”

“No wonder nobody likes you.”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“That hurt you son of a bitch…”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Leave me alone!”

“I can break your nose if I want to.”

“Are you going to cry now?”

“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”

“You’re so pathetic!”

“I won’t forget this.”

“I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”

“I have a right to be angry.”

“This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”

“Get out of my life!”

“You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”

“You ruined everything.”

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Some angst openings/lines

“Why are you late?”

“I…I can’t stay…”

“Where are you?It’s been 5 hours?!”

“Please…Don’t go…Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t leave before I’m ready.”

“I thought you loved me!I thought you loved me…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Please don’t yell at me…”

“I’m sorry!I’m sorry for whatever I did just please stop yelling!”

“Why would you do this…”

“I thought I could trust you!”

“I tried…I really did…”

“I tried okay?!Is that not good enough for you?!”

“Do you even care at all?”

“I’m sorry.Alright I’m sorry.”

“No.”

“I said leave me alone!I don’t need you, just leave me the fuck alone-”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry.”

“Saying sorry does nothing!”

“Go away.Now.I never want to see you near me or my family ever again.”

“Help!Help me please!Please, please!

“I couldn’t do it…I tried so hard.And I did nothing.I was useless.”

“I’m not some slave to you!”

“All I wanted was to spend the day with you.”

“You never have anytime for me…Why…”

“Am I not enough?”

“Is it…Is it because of me?”

“I’m only bringing you down…Just let me go…”

“Yeah, you’re right.You don’t need me.”

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Sleep Starters

“How late were you up last night?”

“You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.”

“Aren’t you cold? I can go get you some blankets!”

“Are you alright? I thought I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Don’t worry, you’re alright. It was just another nightmare.”

“I don’t want to get up!”-“You can’t make me go to bed!”

“Can you turn your music down? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“That looks highly uncomfortable. How do you even sleep like that?!”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up…”

“Don’t you think it’s getting awful late?”

“Sweet dreams!”

“I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.”

“You said some interesting things in your sleep last night.”

“Did you have another bad dream?”

“Come on, let’s just go to sleep.”

“You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”

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send 🎀 to interact with my muse’s mother, 🐳 to interact with my muse’s father, and 🐥 for a random relative

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Send 🤕 to take care of my muse after they sustained an immobilizing injury

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( texts from last night ✉ send one for my muse's reaction )

( text ) : uh, do you have my pants because i have yours

( text ) : let’s play another game of whose boxers are hanging on my fence

( text ) : update. a gay guy just told me that i’m the most beautiful thing with a vagina he has ever seen. how should i feel about this?

( text ) : i’m sorry about all the inappropriate shoe throwing.

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor.

( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk?

( text ) : i know you’re on a date and i should leave you alone, but about twenty minutes ago, i realized i haven’t been spanked in years so if you’re still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.

( text ) : why is my bath tub filled with mud?

( text ) : i’ve noticed we slowly have begun to phase the “b” out of our bromace.

( text ) : you just jumped of the couch and yelled “hidden tiger crouching dragon!” that’s the answer to how you broke your finger.

( text ) : this is what my life has come to. drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me

( text ) : if i open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.

( text ) : apparently all year, they’ve been using me as a standard for drunkenness.

( text ) : all i’m saying is that your next houseguest had better not barge in on me in the shower demanding i wash the stolen dye from his hair. i’m not doing that a second time.

( text ) : i need to stop drunkenly getting naked. i’m losing all my party clothes.

( text ) : please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. i mean he’s the one with paint on his face. i don’t need him judge judying me.

( text ) : sooooo, how am i supposed to explain to my mom that i was admitted to the hospital, but you kidnapped me within 20 minutes?

( text ) : hey remember that thing i said about never apologizing for being a hot mess? well that was before you found me drunk in the hallway with no pants.

( text ) : so much for not drinking this week after this weekend. congrats, you made it until tuesday.

( text ) : i just remembered that someone fed me a pretzel out of their purse at the bar last night.

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Send ‘💊💊’ for your muse to dose up my muse with a drug.

[[ It could be poison, painkillers, sleeping pills or a mysterious one]]

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Send “What are you doing!” for my muses reaction to your walking in on them;

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((under the cut for precaution)) Some NSFW and possibly triggery.

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It was true that Rock was perhaps gorging himself, but he only viewed it as natural. The food here was so, so good; delicious, warm, and not bitter or bland. It felt nice to eat, different textures and flavours mingling on his tongue, and so what if he took it to excess? He worked off the calories, he was healthy, and he was a normal weight; even if it did kind of fluctuate at times.

“If you gradually increase your food intake, your stomach expands to accommodate; kinda like how it shrinks if you’re starved,” He shrugged casually, “Is it a crime to eat if the food’s there? I mean, wouldn’t matter, as we are already in prison, but still. I like eating, I can have as much food as I want, and I’m healthy…”

“I don’t see the problem.”

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Jyugo and Rock were the only ones left at the table after Nico left to see the doctor and Uno went to play poker with the other guys from another cell. 

Jyugo just finished his bowl of ramen as he open his eyes to see Rock eating his most likely his 5th plate. God Rock, sometimes he gets just worried looking at him eating. Rock was like kirby, inhaling all the food even without chewing them 

“How do you even do that? You`re going to get a bad stomach later if you`re going to eat more Rock, then again… I know you will”

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“Ugh, if I sleep now, it’ll be even worse,” He groaned, eyes closed and moving so he was on his side, curled around his rolling stomach. He felt hungry, but too sick to actually eat something and keep it down. These times were the worst, even if they didn’t happen as frequently as they used to, “What I need is coffee, but I’m only allowed the decaf, instant shit at the moment…”

He sighed irritably, rubbing a hand over his face. “No offence, but I don’t have to tell you this stuff,” He pointed out.

“I don’t wanna talk, ‘kay?”

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Rocco wiped the tears from his eyes as quickly as he could, not wanting other people to see him like that. He had to be strong to be in his family, after all, and that meant not crying at every little thing. However, when he saw the girl, he just felt even more sad, a throb of empathy stabbing through his heart.

While the clothes he wore were expensive, and his hair was only mussed from running, his malnourished body was also marred with bruises and cuts, as well as a few scars. He was pretty sure his cheek was red, also, considering how much it was stinging.

“I-I didn’t mean to…” He tried to assure, thin knees shaking as he stood once more, brushing himself off and offering his hand to help her up, “I wasn’t looking where I was going…”

“Are… you o-okay?”

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Rocco ran. He ran and ran and kept on running, tears streaming down his face as his scrawny chest heaved and stuttered with every breath. This was hell. His life was a living hell. He’d only dropped a few marks because he misread the question, not because he didn’t study. Yeah, in hindsight, he should have checked it, but he was so sure he’d done it right. Now, he was sobbing as his thin legs fought to propel him along despite his short breath. At least he could hear his father’s yelling anymore…

However, that slight piece of mind was quickly eradicated when he crashed into someone, landing on his backside. He choked on a sob, skinny limbs trembling.

“S-sorry…”

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nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!” “You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?” “Can we sleep with the lights on?” “I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.” “I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.” “Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.” “I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.” “I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.” “You look exhausted. Bad night?” “Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.” “You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.” “Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.” “You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.” “How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.” “I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.” “I thought you didn’t get them anymore.” “I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…” “When will you finally tell me what they’re about?” “Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?” “Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…” “How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!” “I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!” “Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…” “Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!” “Please leave the light on.” “Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?” “I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

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It showed how distracted Rocco was that he didn’t even notice the other boy’s approach until he started to talk to him. He jumped almost comically, just catching himself in time so that he didn’t fall on his butt. Hanging half out of his seat, he looked up at the other boy with a near-timid expression. Taking a break from studying? Cooking? Eating? He really, really wanted to… Was this actually real…?

But… no. He couldn’t. He had to stay put and be a good boy.

Still, food sounded so, so good. He was too hungry to really deny the offer, having got a “less than satisfactory” eighty-four percent on his last test. After all, didn’t geniuses get over ninety, at least? Seems his mum, for all her… well-meaning(?) intent, didn’t seem to consider that he couldn’t consentrate, both due to the fear of failure and hunger gnawing at his stomach.

“I… I’d really like to…” He stated honestly, still staring intently at his book.

“But I-I’m not allowed…”

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Rocco sat on a bench in the park, the large, heavy text book balanced in his lap. He liked astrophysics, he liked learning, he liked getting good grades; or, that’s what he told himself over and over again. Honestly, while he actually did like the subject, his attention kept drifting. He wanted to play, run around, act like the other kids his age, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed. He had to get over ninety-five on the next test, or he wouldn’t be allowed dinner for a week.

He wasn’t sure how much he cared at this point, however. The usually flavoursome and perfectly cooked food was losing its flavour, turning bland and bitter as soon as it hit his tongue. It made him not want to eat it anymore, but hunger was worse. Hunger made it hard to concentrate, made him feel weak and dizzy, and it hurt. No, he should just study the book in front of him and forget about playing and running.

That’s what a child prodigy should be like… Right?