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Hey all! I’m gonna be archiving this blog and reviving it as a sideblog to @erotomaaniac. See you around soon!

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me: [walks into a psychic’s shop and slams down my tarot cards] it’s time to duel

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Aight so I’m (somewhat) free for the week now so hit that heart for a little starter with Nozomi. I’ll be using her main/canon verse for these.

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im glad that a bunch of us are rising from the dead I missed rping and i missed all of y’all tbh

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                            an idol’s job isn’t to show people their smiles                                         it’s to make people smile                                               never forget that

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Winks back...

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Word on the street is that some LL! rp blogs are making a comeback and I can’t miss out on that tbh

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A sharp whistle fills the air. Those of you unfortunate enough to not have woken up, prior to it, are likely stirring now. And if you aren’t, the shrill whistle continues until every last one of you is on your feet. You glance around your surroundings. Three walls are white, empty. Save for the TV and a singular security camera on the back wall, and a door. For the moment, the door remains locked. The fourth wall, the one you’re facing, is a mirror. You can see yourself, as well the people occupying the room with you. Every look of trepidation and anxiety is reflected back to you.

You soon realize that all of your clothes have been replaced. Everyone seems to be wearing similar outfits. A jacket, white t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. The jacket, shorts, and sneakers, seem to match your favorite color. It’s the only thing that separates your outfit from anyone else’s. Searching the pockets of one’s jacket, you find your cellphone there. You can tell it’s yours, based on the case, phone charms, and how it unlocks with your password. Any other personal belongings and accessories seem to be missing.

A closer look at your phone, you realize that it’s been tampered with. All of your contacts have been wiped and replaced with new ones. Are these the people around you? Your games, pictures, and other settings? Gone. It nearly resembles a factory reset. Emergency contacts are listed as follows: CEO Risette. Manager. Everyone else follows afterward. New applications seem to be loaded on your phone. For some reason, you cannot connect to the internet or make any outgoing calls to anyone not in your contact list.

Before you have time to look through them, the TV pops to life. “Hello trainees~!” a feminine voices rings, filling the silence. Many of you likely recognize her. Top idol Risette. Even if you don’t follow her avidly, she’s been in ads, on billboards, on the radio. Her name’s everywhere, as far as you can remember. “What were you doing? Oversleeping on the first day of practice?” she questions. Her tone seems sweet, carefree. She giggles, grinning. “Disappointing,” her tone seems to drop flat. “Oversleeping is an absolute waste of time. You have adoring fans anticipating your debut. What right do you have to keep them waiting?”

Debut? What is she talking about?

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A sharp whistle fills the air. Those of you unfortunate enough to not have woken up, prior to it, are likely stirring now. And if you aren’t, the shrill whistle continues until every last one of you is on your feet. You glance around your surroundings. Three walls are white, empty. Save for the TV and a singular security camera on the back wall, and a door. For the moment, the door remains locked. The fourth wall, the one you’re facing, is a mirror. You can see yourself, as well the people occupying the room with you. Every look of trepidation and anxiety is reflected back to you.

You soon realize that all of your clothes have been replaced. Everyone seems to be wearing similar outfits. A jacket, white t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. The jacket, shorts, and sneakers, seem to match your favorite color. It’s the only thing that separates your outfit from anyone else’s. Searching the pockets of one’s jacket, you find your cellphone there. You can tell it’s yours, based on the case, phone charms, and how it unlocks with your password. Any other personal belongings and accessories seem to be missing.

A closer look at your phone, you realize that it’s been tampered with. All of your contacts have been wiped and replaced with new ones. Are these the people around you? Your games, pictures, and other settings? Gone. It nearly resembles a factory reset. Emergency contacts are listed as follows: CEO Risette. Manager. Everyone else follows afterward. New applications seem to be loaded on your phone. For some reason, you cannot connect to the internet or make any outgoing calls to anyone not in your contact list.

Before you have time to look through them, the TV pops to life. “Hello trainees~!” a feminine voices rings, filling the silence. Many of you likely recognize her. Top idol Risette. Even if you don’t follow her avidly, she’s been in ads, on billboards, on the radio. Her name’s everywhere, as far as you can remember. “What were you doing? Oversleeping on the first day of practice?” she questions. Her tone seems sweet, carefree. She giggles, grinning. “Disappointing,” her tone seems to drop flat. “Oversleeping is an absolute waste of time. You have adoring fans anticipating your debut. What right do you have to keep them waiting?”

Debut? What is she talking about?

Keep reading

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[ ♥ ] - I posted I was coming back like… five months ago but I’m finally up and running now! Can you all help me out by throwing likes and reblogs on this post? This is an Independent Mikan Tsumiki blog, by the way! I’m not new by any means, but I’m looking to rejoin the shenanigans!

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                                                               the small stars shine                                                                in the same night sky                                                                                             小さな星たち輝く                                                                                         きっとおんなじ夜空です                                                                                       ( written by nico / art cred )

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heya! new NOZOMI TOUJOU from Love Live! School Idol project!! I’m dash and following count is a big ZERO & I don’t know who to follow etc so — if you would be interested in interacting could you be a star and REBLOG this for me? I’ll check out your blog as soon as I can! Thank you!!

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Starter Call!

[ ♫ ] - I’m feeling the Nozomi muse today so, like for a starter!

Also!!!

If we have a thread together that you know I owe you on, let me know. Some threads I have dropped. But not all.

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Every single person in the world is interesting - they’re a walking story.

James McAvoy (via w0uldyoubemine)

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nemophilist

an obsolete word, a Nemophilist is characterized as one who is deeply fond of the forest and its grand beauty and meaningful solitude; a haunter of the woods. 

etymology: Greek ‘nemos’ meaning grove + ‘philos’ meaning affection

(via wordsnquotes)