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[vanitygoresarch]

tags part 2 , electric boogaloo

[c0rdroy]

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[traumapathy]

     it’s late in the evening when, from the other end of his house, sunny hears a FERVENT knocking on his front door. he groans - mustering the courage and strength alike to rise from the comfort of his bedsheets - then begins the long trip down to the foyer. he has no means of telling who’s arrived at his doorstep and, subsequently, how important their arrival might be. it could be his mother, finally here to see him after what’s felt to him like weeks upon weeks of her absence. it could be a delivery person, intending to bestow upon him a purchase he didn’t even make, to which he’ll have to try and explain the mix-up. it could be a CRIMINAL, a weapon already in hand so that they can dispose of him and loot the house after he breathes no more. he’ll simply have to see for himself.

     after an eternity spent descending a staircase laced with forlorn memories of days since passed, sunny finally arrives at his destination. there’s some hesitation in his movements as he reaches for the knob, but he’s come too far to back down now. gingerly turning it, the door is opened as his exhausted gaze at last falls upon the sight of the mysterious visitor.

[onlyhoped-a]

     “ We  won’t  be  stuck  for  long.  Help  is  on  its  way.”  Though,  the  muted  anxiety  that  pushed  his  eyes  to  scan  the  confined  space  around  them  betrayed  his  doubts.  The  words  distant;  his  mind  scrambling  to  think  of  a  solution. Patience,  he  reminds  himself  before  consciously  exhaling  his  worries.  There  was  little  he  could  do,  besides  wait.

[dandelyun-a]

    Tosses  a  handful  of  popcorn  at  your  muse,  “  how  can  you  be  so  miserable  while  surrounded  by  delicious  snacks?  Open  that  gullet,  I  want  to  see  if  I  can  get  one  in  your  mouth. ”

[tcmpcd-arched]

“ I’m not sick. I’m just mentally exhausted. “

[lunarpcwer]

"do you know what day it is?”

[hopemagica]

“should i make shiro-kun some chocolates for valentines day? ... oh, does shiro-kun even like chocolate? ahh- m-maybe it would be too inappropriate of me to do such a personal thing... would a friendship bracelet be okay? n-no he will think its stupid... i shouldn’t get shiro-kun anything, i guess... uwaaah! what if he will hate me if i don’t get him something?” and cue usagi trying not to cry. “i don’t want shiro-kun to hate me...”

[evecursed]

  ━━━━━━ .:.『偽者』.:. ━━━━━━ 

━ ♘━𝑀𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝒪━ {

               ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴘs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʟɪᴍʙ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ﹐ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ.  ‘   ᴀʜ~﹖ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ sᴄʜɴᴏᴏᴋᴜᴍs.~  ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅɪɴ’ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ  ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ  ᴍᴇ .  ‘s ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.   ’               Sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɢʀɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛʀɪᴜᴍᴘʜᴀɴᴛʟʏ﹐ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴅ sᴍᴜɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀᴛɪsғʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ﹐   ᴀʀᴍ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅs ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.                                       ‘   Lᴀʏʟᴀɴɪ Bᴜɴɴʏ.  ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ﹖  ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Vᴇʀɢɪᴇ Bᴜɴɴʏ.~ ♥   ’                                                }  ━ 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ♘ ━ .     

   O’ MY DARLING HERO

a hand finds her hips as the other pair of limb are behind her back, a smile spreading across her face.  ‘   ah~? well hello, there, schnookums.~  don’t mind me i was just mindin’ my own business until it just so happened a cutie decides to  chat with  me .  ‘s actually pretty nice here.   ’ 

               Seemingly pleased with the reaction they gave, the darling grinned triumphantly, a tad smug. She always forgot how satisfying it was to make someone happy,   arm extends itself to them. the charm is being switched on.

                                       ‘   Laylani Bunny.  but you?  call me Vergie Bunny.~ ♥   ’

[onlyhoped-a]

     “ Representative  Binks  is on the mission?” Obi-Wans expression drops, his  usual  calm  exterior  falling  victim  to  the  anxiety  induced  by  the  thought.  “ Perhaps  we  should  send  reinforcements.”

[traumapathy]

     he’s disgusted. he’s disgusted at how NEGLIGENT these people are, for how hard they’ve worked to get to where they are, and how much they’re paid to do what they do. even as a critical patient, he’s effortlessly maneuvered his way past countless hospital staff - doctors, nurses, custodians, everyone - and towards one singular destination: the one place they neither expect nor desire him to be. his gaze is cast in the direction of the gap in the exterior railing as he approaches it with silent footsteps, and he then stares into the abyss that looms just below him.

     it’s a long way down...

     he is unafraid. for someone who’s had such a TRAUMATIC experience with heights in particular, he stands there without fear, for he knows there is no other alternative that will grant him the release he desires. perhaps it’s simply a means of skipping out on what some would call atonement - and what others would call the path to his redemption - but he’s lost the ability to care at this point. why should he, when there are those who will never change the way they see him now? he’s not about to spend the rest of his life groveling on his knees and begging for their pity and forgiveness. out of everyone, he’s the one who’s suffered the most; so it’s only right that he put that suffering to an end, once and for all.

     do you want to jump?

     he places one hand along where the railing meets its gap, feeling the gentle breeze against his skin; the last sensation he’ll ever know before his time in this mortal coil meets its end. is that what peace feels like, then? a gentle breeze? or rather, is it a blackness even more empty and HORRIBLE than the deepest, darkest reaches of his own mind? in just a short while, he’ll know the answer himself.

👉 yes       no

[onlyhoped-a]

    “ That  lightsaber  looks  like  a  child  made  it.” 

[onlyhoped-a]

       “  Are  you  alright? ”

[traumapathy]

     “don’t move.” ordinarily, the boy wouldn’t be in a position to command anyone to do anything; but the firearm now in his possession has changed this, for better or worse. from the shadows, he aims it squarely at the other individual, keeping his distance from them as one finger hovers over the weapon’s trigger. with how things have become, he would be a FOOL to take even a single risk; and, among many things, a fool he is not. briefly gesturing with the gun rigidly grasped, he orders, “hands where i can see them.” given the inherent nature of those who inhabit the pale city, he anticipates defiance; and in turn, the child prepares to meet it with bloodshed.

[traumapathy]

     it’s that time of the year again. the sunday in which the entire world FIXATES on a few dozen athletes on a grassy field for several hours. sunny’s really not all that interested, and he’s not trying to hide it in the slightest. the only thing that even remotely appeals to him is the unique snacks always made for the occasion; and even then, he still somehow manages to eat significantly less than everyone else each year. go figure.