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[the-taboo-king]

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  “Is this truly the subject you wish to discuss?” Gundham asks, tone grave.

   Such things aren’t often subjects mortals wish to talk about. Being reminded of their mortality tends to lead to a level of fear and trepidation. Gundham himself does not feel such things. Death doesn’t scare him. It is merely another form of existing. All things die eventually, that is the way of life. To deny it would be foolish and detrimental. Thus, he finds such a suggestion very odd.

   Made even more so by the fact that this particular mortal has quite a few qualms regarding the breeder. After all, he does let his animals roam the school as if the entire academy is their habitat. Then there are the moments when Gundham decides to partake of his sinister rituals within an empty classroom because he needed the room.

   There are few reasons for this particular human to be pleased with his company.

   “To delve into such darkness can leave one mad. If you are not prepared to face the black then I suggest reneging your request.”

[auctes]

"Fukawa-kun!" Ishimaru power-walks towards her ( no running in the halls ! ), elbows swinging in pendulum with each step he takes. Breathlessly, he'll give a small bow, presenting to her a package that balances atop the palm of either hand. " Happy Birthday, Fukawa-kun! I hope this will suffice!" It's a copy of the Communist Manifesto.

“   WH   -   WH   ———   WHAT   IS   THIS   . . ?   ”         a   bomb   ?   a   pox   ?   such   things   might   not   be   welcome   in   a   school   environment   ,   but   oh   ———   abundantly   clear   to   her   is   the   condition   that   she   is   far   from   welcome   .   anything   to   extricate   her   …   and   on   her   birthday   ,   no   less   ?   do   these   people   have   no   shame   ?

diffidently   ,   she   accepts   the   package   :   her   expression   carrying   the   entirety   of   its   weight   ,   her   fingers   trembling   as   she   unlaces   the   bow   .   and   …   she   bears   no   expectations   ,   but   ultimately   ,   should   have   :   part   of   her   wonders   if   this   copy   is   the   same   as   that   which   was   presented   to   naegi   the   month   prior   .

    “   …   do   you   just   have   a - an   endless   supply   of   defunct   propaganda   ?   ”

[zhadnsti-blog]

@chusetsuna

【 ⚫ 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑦𝑜. ⚫ 】 ———-

❝ humans really are the    greediest    of creatures. a type that someone like you should understand ,    no ?    ❞ 

personal space really wasn’t a strong suit of his ; as his     eerie presence    draws closer with every other word that slips past his lips.

[mechagym-a]

@chusetsuna ll SC 

🔧 - Going to class half asleep in the first place probably wasn’t the best of ideas, he knew. He’d previously forced himself to go to classes anyways just to avoid the wrath of his old man, he guessed maybe it was the habit of having that fear that made him go to classes in tired daze.

Yet, the inevitable had happened when he had stayed up tinkering with bits of machinery the night before. Telling himself he just needed to close his eyes for a few seconds, laying his head on his desk after class had ended....and promptly had fallen asleep; blissfully unaware that he was going to nap right through lunch time at this rate.

[novosonian-blog]

@chusetsuna and I discussed this royal audience.~

“--you’re doing a paper on Novoselic?”

Surprise was quick to reign over the princess’s features as she regarded her lower-classman, her head canting to one side. She’d certainly agree that her homeland was a worthy subject for academic study, but most of the time she only encountered a polite level of interest on the matter. For someone to wish to delve deeper into such was unusual, but far from unwelcome. That shock was quick to transform into a radiant smile, a nod given as hands clasped together behind herself.

“I’d be glad to answer any and all questions you have! Now, where did you want to begin?”

[neuro-snarker]

“Since when was my dress code your problem?”

The one time that the neurologist decided to leave the lab to refill on his coffee, is also the same time that he was being lectured by an underclassman about how he was dressed. So what if his blouse was half tucked, same blouse that was crinkled with a few of the top buttons not done and the tie he wore loose around his neck.

“Listen, I already have one blonde idiot nagging me on how I dress. I don’t need another idiot in my life ranting on tedious things such as how I wear my clothes.”

@chusetsuna || starter call

[eludum-a]

Spill it

[ chiaki tells the truth! // accepting ]

“…i’ve never… studied for more than half an hour for anything that wasn’t game related. ever.”

[coola98-blog]

chusetsuna replied to your post

you can strangle me BUT ILL ALWAYS WRITE WITH YOU !!!! on any of my blogs!

idk maybe i should just stop rping altogether. people keep saying theyd miss me if i left but nobody seems actually interested while im here

[gravames]

❝ Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn’t go backwards, only one way. ❞

        “you don’t fuckin’ say.” here he was, still learning outside the classroom walls. the words may have been appreciated if he were anyone else, but he stood and rolled his eyes instead. “thanks.”

ACCEPTING // actually hug me i’m very scared

[dutifulhope]

❛ I have no right to inquire into your feelings. They concern only your conscience. ❜

  anna karenina. | accepting

  “Thank you… that is well said.” Not only that, but it had also been the right thing to say; the tension in her jaw disappearing along with her prior train of thought. She needs to be careful. How much did he know? It would be preferable to not have to resort to parricide.

  “… I never had any intention to seek out my birth family.” Peko starts with something honest. Neutral. “I was told all that was necessary to watch for concerning my health.” 

  The only major oversight had been the chance for her to develop nearsightedness. It had been a fluke, and one she was helpless against. She can only hope that it never gets any worse…

[gungambled]

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     acrid scent of SMOKE invades her entire being -- the HEAT causing sweat to slicken porcelain skin. she can feel the burning -- and she LONGS for it in the worst way. to LOSE a gamble at long last, in these games of life and death -- this is a fitting demise. a FUNERAL pyre built for a girl of lies -- she has always HOPED she would go down like flames, to burn all of her SINS to dust with her body. but flashing lights awaken her senses -- an incoming truck. no time to MOVE, nor to react -- her HOPE of going in such a way is DASHED in the darkness that follows as she feels her body BREAK from the impact.

                                 -- but she DIES with that LAST crocodile grin on her face.

     yet -- it does not seem to be over. body aching a million times over -- the scent of FIRE still in her nose as she feels those crawling burns on porcelain skin. IMPOSSIBLY her eyes open up to a scene which should be impossible. seated on the floor of an empty room, she finds her head spinning -- no ESCAPE from the pain of her death and yet it does not seem so FINAL. wretched COUGHS fill the air in response to the smoke lingering, and YET it seems she need not breathe. is she DEAD? she should be dead.

      scarlet hues FLICKER through the fogginess of the room -- and it pulls away to reveal a form so FAMILIAR. a specific kind of GUILT enters her entire existence upon spotting them. and although she attempts to COMPOSE herself, to become that MASK once again for fear of whatever this is -- she cannot help the hoarseness to her tone.

                                “ i... ishimaru? “

[auctes]

‘ all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past. ’

   MAYBE   I’LL   DO   INBOXES   TODAY        /       @chusetsuna .

             “   …   did   differently   ?   did   differently   ?   who   are   you   to   lecture   me   on   m - mmm…y   transgressions   when   you   can’t   even   form   a   proper   sentence   ?   insensitive   !   s - sss…o   despicably   entitled   …   judge   me   when   you   can   speak   proper   japanese   !   ”

[nctsukashii-archive-blog]

Dark Core Personality Test

Tagged By: @dutifulhope wow omg ty ty. Tagging: @rollingsnowsmasher, @chusetsuna, @blindedhope, @moneyleech, @talariis and everyone else that wants to!!

This makes you 22.89% Lighter than the average person.

[eidolonusmask-blog]

huBlue locks danced AROUND wildly, pig tails being what tame the constant whipping around----  to a song he had on blast-- through a antique-looking cd player. On quiet days like this, the blue haired boy would be around his friends, so they all could absorb one another’s positive energy, through lame jokes-- artwork-- music-- and uplifting quotes they had learn from their English classes. Making them have more meaning than the books would say, giving them deeper thoughts as they explored each other’s endless thoughts. 

But, today was not that day. In fact, all his friends had stayed home-- sick from a common cold that flooded the halls of his school. 

So he was alone, keeping earbuds in, leaving the world he knew in his favorite songs-------- until he was given a shockingly quick awakening, running into what seemed to be an exchange student he’d seen earlier that day-- but paid no mind. The boy quickly shuffled to stand, rummaging around until he pressed the pause button-- ear buds now being wrapped up and shoved into his tight jean pockets.

        “Oh-- Oh, I’m sorry ! I should have paid a bit more attention-- how--- how are you ? I didn’t hurt you, did I ?”

The poor boy was 5′2″, there was absolutely no way he’d hurt this individual.

@chusetsuna Heard about the moshpit !

[novosonian-blog]

my url >;3

Do I Follow Them?:  WELL YEAH!

Why Did I Follow Them?: If Souda is the male supporting character wronged by the fandom the most from DR2, then Ishimaru is the equivalent from DR. There’s just all this wasted potential that never gets explored, and seeing it explored and dragged into the light just--it makes my heart happy.

Do We Role Play?: We have a little bit!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: -Nods like a bobblehead in the middle of a windstorm.-

An AU Idea For Our Muses: I wanna do something akin to Les Miserables, where Kiyotaka is the revolutionary and Sonia’s the princess he’s kidnapped to try to make her see what’s really going on and she’s trying to get him to see that her family are people the same as his and--yeees.

A Song For Our Muses: The cover of ‘Common People’ by William Shatner. Pulp’s version is alright, but it lacks the angry edge to the words. And as much as I’m risking gettin’ beheaded for saying so, the girl in the song COULD be Sonia before the Tragedy.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: ...and after that AU idea and how that dynamic can easily happen in canon, I do. SHIT, I DID IT TO MYSELF AGAIN! But really, it’d depend on how it plays out. I’m not gonna pressure anything, but Goddamn it’d be an angstship and I LOVE those and she’d be a way for him to get into politics and--okay Thaly, shush.

What I Think About The Mun: We’ve not talked much, but they seem really awesome! I need to stop being an awkward dorkfish and just ask for their Discord already AHEM--

Overall Opinion: Best Ishimaru I’ve ever come across.~

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[neuro-snarker]

i am your patient !

“Indoor voice please.”