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mxndanemagic·.

@insouciancely liked for a lyric starter

“You’ll be impressed with my forest expertise~!”

                                  ❝  I don’t know a lot about   forests,   so I’m sure I   will   be  !  do anemones that hold   water,  that grow on tree roots  ---  do they really   exist  ?!  or was that just for the   story  ?!  ❞

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​❛ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS ! ❜ - Ikki (hello its been forever im sorry fdgfhghfgfd)

*   vines sentence meme.   /   accepting   !   /   @rxll-the-dxce   !

          actual bought tacos  ??  &   free   ??  he feels his mouth drop open  :  excitement will crawl over his features,  he’ll find himself twisting towards him  &  forgets he’s meant to be   cautious   ---  then reins it back in,  excitement is   stifled   (  poorly  ).

                             ❝  are they  ---  actual tacos,  or samples,  or fake  ?  are they actually edible  ?  ❞

          he’ll expect them to be that,   at best.   or they’ll be poisoned,   at worst.   (  he’s a cadet or something,  right  ?  that in itself may mean ikki is a target.  )

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iconic vines sentence meme .

​❛ suck a motherfucking dick . ❜

​❛ i thought you were bae , turns out you were just fam . ❜

​❛ i thought you were american . ❜

​❛ is that a weed !? ❜

​❛ i won’t hesitate bitch ! ❜

​❛ chipotle is my life . ❜

​❛ turn off the flash you fucking moron ! ❜

​❛ kiss my ass bitch motherfucker ! ❜

​❛ is that a police !? ❜

​❛ i’m calling the weed ! ❜

​❛ done & done , let me pull the table out of my ass . ❜

​❛ merry crisis ! ❜

​❛ i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget . ❜

​❛ i’m ready to die anytime , any place , for any reason . ❜

​❛ hey guys , we’re unboxing this cheese stick today . ❜

​❛ i aint never gonna stop loving you , bitch .  ❜

​❛ this is the comedy police ! that joke’s too funny ! ❜

​❛ i’m not going back to jail ! ❜

​❛ what the fuck ? $599 for a fucking playground ? that looks like a piece of shit . ❜

​❛ FUCK YOUR TEA ! ❜

​❛ the feminists are taking over ! ❜

​❛ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS ! ❜

​❛ and they were roommates ! ❜

​❛ i’m not your friend ! ❜

​❛ there’s no saving this sweet piece of ass . ❜

​❛ hi welcome to chili’s ! ❜

​❛ yeah tip of the penis to you too . ❜

​❛ this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING love you ! ❜

​❛ welcome to bible study , we’re all children of jesus . ❜

​❛ aw fuck , i can’t believe you’ve done this . ❜

​❛ YO HOLY SHIT HE DEAD ! ❜

​❛ this is the dollar store , how good can it be ? ❜

​❛ step back , i think i’m gonna vomit ! ❜

​❛ oh sorry , i didn’t see ya there , i was too busy blocking out the haters . ❜

​❛ shut up ! your mother buys you mega blocks instead of legos ! ❜

​❛ I’LL TAKE A NAP HERE ! ❜

​❛ i hate to do this but i specifically asked for no mustard and you just brought me a bottle of mustard on a plate . ❜

​❛ how are we gonna win if we fucking die ? ❜

​❛ why the fuck would i say printer ? ❜

​❛ the benefits of killing him would be that i’d be pushed way less . ❜

​❛ but it pays off, because i dont even have time to think about dying . ❜

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devilslcg·: 

��Can’t really blame ‘em for not letting you. Shit sucks.” He scowled at the stick between his fingers and gave the ash a flick, making sure to keep the flying embers away from the boy. There’s was some sympathy to be had; Sanji had never been orphaned, but he had run away from home because the people in charge were awful.

But that extent of his sympathy was short.

“It’s not fun. Cigarettes, depending on the kind you get, are expensive as hell. Leaves a smell too. Plus, people don’t like it. Hard habit to break too. Tried quitting a few times, but I get all shaky and snappy with people.” He shrugged and sucked on the tobacco again, spewing smoke once his lungs were full. “Really wouldn’t recommend it, especially if you hate people hounding your ass about how gross it is.”

   If it’s expensive,  he’d better avoid it,  then.  He doesn’t have the   money   ---  &  if it means people complain about the   smell   (  he can see why,  although it doesn’t bother him  ),  he’d better not try it at all  ---  !  

    Especially if said smell is just going to help him be   tracked   by either humans or non-humans.

                                       ❝  If you don’t think it’s fun,  why do you do it  ?  ❞

    Too late,  he realises the question is framed   poorly.   Backtracks quickly,  gaze to be   directed   to the ground  &  he’ll say immediately  :

                                       ❝  That was   rude   of me to ask,  sorry  !  Um,  &  you don’t have to   say,   either.  ❞  

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devilslcg‌:

“Norman?” Took him every ounce of maturity in him not to snort at the name. Luckily, Sanji was plenty mature without needing to try. “Got’cha. We’ll head over there and see if your friends are waiting. Let’s hope so.  .  .”

Hands in his pockets, he wasted no time in following the direction given to him. A teensy-tiny part of him wondered if he ought to be a big boy and offer to hold hands purely to keep the boy from getting lost, but he couldn’t quite push past how awkward it would be. He would have to hope that Norman knew better than to wander off.

That glance didn’t go unnoticed. Sanji peered at the remainder of his cigarette as he moved, the stub of tobacco sitting between his fingers now. “If it bothers you, just say so. I’ll put it out.”

                                        ❝  It doesn’t   bother   me at all  !  I’ve just...  not really seen anyone smoke before,  is all.  ❞

    An   honest   answer,  one offered because mister  ---   Sanji,  he should refer to him by name just in case he slips  ---  is helping him.  There’s another look,  this one   openly curious.

                                        ❝  At the orphanage,  no one was allowed to smoke around us,  so  ---  exploring the outside world  &  seeing people smoke...  is a new experience.  ❞

    He knows he’ll only mention  ‘  orphanage  ‘  to gain a sort of sympathy  ---  unnecessary,  but the urge to   win him over   is overpowering.  (  &  it slips out by habit,  anyway.  )  He’ll doubt its success,  but not trying is worse than failing.

                                        ❝  Is it fun,  to  smoke  ?  ❞

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mxltitude‌:

Giving the St. Bernard one last pat on the head, he proceeded to coax him out from under the bench. Slowly but surely, he managed to push him out from his current predicament. Once that was done, he leashed him again and turned towards the stranger.

“Mmm… Normally two to three months? We also try to search for families that could adopt them, and if we can’t, well… Sometimes we end up adopting them.”

    Adoption  ???  The more he   finds out   about this, the more...   confused   he’ll become. Head to tilt, hand to rise to his chin  ---  a habit he acquired from trying to look ‘ smart ‘  ---  somewhat   vacant   smile.

                                        ❝  How often does   that   happen  ?  ❞

    Then surprise directed internally will mark countenance, followed by a sheepish grin  &  lowering of his hands.  (  Asking so many questions without   introducing himself   is rude  !  )

                                        ❝  I’m Norman, by the way  !  Sorry I didn’t introduce myself before asking so many questions.❞ 

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“A park?” He parroted the boy, then lifted his head. A deep frown tugged at his lips, fingers pinching at his goatee out of habit. The cigarette sitting between his lips continued to burn, large plumed of smoke leaving his nostrils as he took in the occasional deep breath. “There are a couple. One’s a bit bigger than the other one, and they’re in opposite directions. Both are in walking distance, though. Guess it’s up to you which one you want to go. And you don’t gotta call me mister. Name’s Sanji.” 

He shrugged both shoulders and tapped away the ash clinging to his tobacco. “Yeah, it’s alright. So, which way are we goin’, kid?”

   Notes the   bit bigger   ;  well, if that's the case, then he should go to the one closest to the direction he came from.  --- It's unlikely they'll move faster than he has, especially if they stopped to think about it.  ( Assuming the others follow the same logic as him.  )

                                      ❝  I'm Norman.  --- I'd like to go to the park closest to the way I came.  ❞

    He'll speak carefully, stamps down on the word   mister  before it can be formed. He'll point to his left, gaze to watch the tapping movement.  ( Is it fun, breathing in smoke  ? He can't see how.  )

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for like 3 seconds of his life norman thought he had anxiety. then ray was like ‘its cuz u drink so much caffeine’ n norman was just ‘ o H ‘

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⚡️  Independent Semi-Selective Ryuji Sakamoto of Persona 5. ⚡️

OC & Crossover Friendly.

 Mun is over 21.

⚡️ Biography⚡️ Rules ⚡️ Headcanons ⚡️ Mun

Personals please do not reblog!

Promo was made by the wonderful @bandit-detective-blackwood​

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lachrymosestorm:

“It almost sounds like.. her dream is yours. That your dream is simply to fulfill her wish, whatever that may be.” It was almost admirable. A feeling she couldn’t understand to be so purely devoted to someone that they would fight through hell and high water simply to be by someone’s side. The toxic relationship she had with the Devil was the closest she had ever come to such a thing, but even then she ran. She ran and never looked back.. No matter how she still felt. Dez sincerely doubted she would ever be free from his claws. “I have none, Norman. If there’s anything I can do to help make your burden easier, do not hesitate to ask.” She was a bleeding heart, falling influence to any sob story no matter how hard she tried to harden herself. Dez tried adamantly to not care about others, to put herself first more often than not, but it was seemingly something that would prove to be impossible for her. She could try a million times but the second anyone expressed any form of pain, or any need of help, she would throw herself head first into the situation; a blessing and a curse.

     The   understanding   will flood his body in   relief,   although the leash on his emotions will   stamp   it down so countenance remains unaltered. To hear she has no complaint --- no objection, is   soothing.   Of course he’ll have to ask others for their opinion, as well ; just in case everyone else thinks him strange.  (  But who ?  )

    (  Has to blend in with the outer world, otherwise they’ll be easier to catch.  )

                                        ❝ I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. --- And if there was, I don’t think I can drag you into it, anyway... ❞

    He’s lying. He can  &.  will drag her down if it means protecting   her,   won’t hesitate to betray if it’ll benefit his own survival.   

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The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.

Leo Tolstoy (via philosophyquotes)

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electricea:

Man, who knew that method really worked…? He seriously had to think of a way to pay the other male back for this…!

Maybe he could take the other male out for ramen sometime - or really, wherever he wanted! At this point, he would be willing to buy the other male a whole dinner if he so much as asked for it.  He’d been nice enough and repaying him was the least he could do.

But for now, he had to hurry to Big Bang Burger before he’d be late…!

“So, what’re you gonna do…? Are you waiting for someone…?”

     Genuine   smile at the thought of whom he’s waiting for.  (  He’d wait for  hours  for them ---  )  Is it so obvious ?

                                      ❝ They should be here soon ! I haven’t seen them in a few days. ❞

    An exaggeration, not one he’ll admit to. Excitement will insert   restless   movements in his limbs, as if he wishes to say more --- but then seemingly decides against it, instead opting for a polite reminder.

                                    ❝ Shouldn’t you be heading off, mister ? You have someone waiting for you, after all. ❞

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mxltitude:

Eyes focused on the trembling St. Bernard, he sighs and moves closer, careful to make soothing noises as he walks towards their newest pet. Leaning down, he pets the dog’s head softly in order to calm it down, while his eyes wandered back to the other. Shrugging, he looks back at the dog. 

“I don’t know, he is the newest of the dogs we foster so we haven’t found out all his threads.

                                       ❝ oh. ❞

   Well then. ---Fostering dogs ? He didn’t think that was an actual thing,  (  never bothered to read about it  ),  &.  countenance betrays confusion before smoothing out.  (  Scolds himself for the display of emotion --- faced with someone of a similar age is no reason to let his guard down. )

                                       ❝ May I ask...How long you typically foster dogs for ? ❞