#eyecursed

[meosaeru]

Haruka, it looks like Shintaro's got a gift bag for you ready to go. Inside are some newly-released games that appear to still be sealed, as well as a couple of keychains in various shapes. Wait, were those keychains Ene's idea? "Happy birthday, Haruka-kun."

     does he, now? count haruka nothing short of giddy, then — he’s thankful for the birthdays that have come & gone within these past few years. though he had held certain ones dear to his heart ( the ones with his mother when she had still been alive, the first one had spent with the quartet & sensei, the distant memory he has of spending one as konoha, as in shambles & tattered as that memory is now ) the ones that had followed after these hazy, endless summers had been much more full. he had been losing his memories from when konoha had taken over his body, & day in & day out, that had been a struggle. it was hard to cope with that reality --- reality was a pill that haruka had swallowed, but not without strain --- & the acknowledgement that konoha’s memories weren’t really his. they had been experienced through this body, & something he had watched from an inner view of him, but never truly felt. 

     still, he had come to appreciate the friends that konoha had made, & his old friends that he had brought back. he had hated konoha because he represented the parts of himself he hated, & yet those around him had come to befriend him --- even love him. for that, he could be thankful. he was thankful for konoha. thankful for the bonds he made. thankful for the memories given to him. thankful that his wish had come true, & his heart had been left a little fuller. there was no further way to express it other than sheer, absolute gratitude.

     birthdays like this, spent with those he had held dear to his heart were always wonderful, & really, he felt as if gifts weren’t necessary. but he understood their meaning --- & the fact that shintaro had gone out of his way once more to get him something, even after all of these years, had attested to what a kind person shintaro was. prattle on & on about how shintaro may have been awkward, or kind of a jerk, or what may have suited someone’s mood at the time --- but haruka knew he was nothing short of an amazing person. again & again had shintaro been there for him, & he considered himself lucky to call someone as kind as him his friend, much less his best friend.

     although he lacks the spry, energetic energy he had once held in their high school days, he still flashes shintaro that same smile he had always had: warm like the sun, & despite the chill in the air, was more akin to that of summer. 

     ❝  you didn’t have to get me anything, shintaro-kun.  ❞ it’s spoken easily, without a single missed beat as he takes the gift bags. the words aren’t spoken in anything too dismissive; appreciation is still thick in his tone, & his eyes alight with wonder as he peeks into the gift bags.

     what he sees inside is what causes his eyes to shut in amusement, his smile broadening & a much more hearty laugh following suit.

     ❝  these are cute!  ❞ as if to visualize his point, he fishes out some key chains, snickering at their endearing designs. where did he get the idea of these? where ever it was, their presence holds something dear to his heart --- a lost memory, some recognizable faces, & something about dinosaurs being pretty cool. he’d keep this near & dear to him, & he’d have to buy himself a key ring for them soon. they’re placed gently back into the bag before he fishes out the games next --- those are ones that cause his eyes & mouth to open, & an unknown, ‘oooh’ to escape his mouth, as much as he would think of himself as looking awkward doing so.

     ❝  a-ah, hey --- weren’t these expensive--?! you didn’t have to spend that much--!  ❞ ... a pause, & he snickers as he cracks a smile. ❝  hold on. did you get me these so we could game together again?  ❞ he teases, of course, but haruka was no stranger to the gentlest of jabs towards his friends. nothing hurtful, nothing that could make them feel self-conscious, but a little banter here & there never hurt.

              ( ... you’re way too nice of a guy, shintaro-kun. i really didn’t need this much. all i                                  could  ask for us to be still be friends. so thank you for giving me that gift again. )

[jackalofchaos-blog]

Kakeru is the physical embodiment of a tsundere, so Ellen gets a gentle ruffling of her hair. "Happy birthday, kiddo." Wait, he's handing her a sack. Smells like carcass, it's probably another rabbit, but the sack is also tied with a rope that has a rabbit's foot on one of the ends. "And, you know, many more."

      While rabbit’s feet might stand as a lucky charm for most, I hope you know she’s going to be using that foot as though it’s a chew toy. She can smell the carcass, though, and whether it’s another rabbit or part of a deer, or any other form of meat, it smells delicious. Most children want a big birthday cake to eat – but Ellen? Give her a bag of freshly killed anything, and she’s good to go.

      A mix between a high pitched chirp and a purr rumbles in her throat at the hair ruffle she receives, and she presses the top of her head further into and against his palm.

      Accepting and opening the bag, she gives a quiet gasp of awe, mouth already watering as she imagines the tastes it will have. For just the moment, though, Kakeru is getting a gleeful hug from the little jackal.

“Thank you, Favoring-san! I love it!!”

[damashita]

do your pockets feel lighter, @eyecursed​ ?

     clouds of smoke come in nearly every breath that deceiving exhales ; his footsteps ate focused on their path as he makes his way down the lane, eyes staring straight ahead. briefly had they flickered to the passerby -- a human in this little game, no doubt -- before returning to where they had once been. once within enough distance, his shoulder smacks against the others, sending his body slightly off mark -- & a hand quickly swiping something from the other’s pocket.

     ❝ whoops. ‘xcuse me. ❞

[meogattaisareru]

💕 from Kido :3c

💕 || WARM &. FUZZY MEME / ‘we will always be friends’

something  meant  to  console  instead  left  marry  silent  for  a  moment  ;  only  able  to  fire  off  a  machine  gun’s  worth  of  ‘um’s  and  ‘eh’s  while  other  (  hopefully  comprehensible  )  words  were  searched  for  .

will  they  ?  but  won’t  she  out  live  them  ?  her  always  and  a  human’s  always  is --

‘  ...  forever  &.  ever  ?  you  promise  ? ’

ah  ,  but  .  then  again  ,  marry  never  was  one  for  facing  reality  .  she  looks  so  dejected  as  she  raises  a  hand  &.  offers  her  pinkie  towards  kido  in  hopes  of  something  so  childish  .  it  made  her  feel  better  ,  though  -  seto  always  joked  that  a  pinkie-promise  can  never  be  broken  ,  so  maybe  it’s  just  that  magical  of  a  pact  it  can  change  fate  ?   

[sunstained-a]

            ( &&* @eyecursed is walking on sunshine ! )

“ALLEN!” he yells when he sees his friend walk in the door. It’s clear why he’s come to the science department. There’s tatters and tears in his uniform, but he looks haggard and half-asleep, like he’s just returned from his mission. Johnny can’t help running over to welcome Allen home with open arms.

He nearly knocks him down in the process, trying to ruffle white hair, but he still manages to embrace him.

“Welcome home! Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”

[marinokakuusekai-blog]

"A-ah, Marry-chan..!" Here's a worried Kido, removing her jacket to apply some pressure to the wounds that her dress likely wasn't handling. It'd have to do until she could help Marry get to a doctor, or maybe someone could help her talk to that healing snake. "Wake up, please wake up.."

try as kido may, the girl doesn’t wake nor stir in her hold -- the only signs of life being those painfully heaved breaths or the occasional twitch due to pinched nerves or aggravated muscles. whether she was comatose or simply unconscious was impossible to say, but her heart rate is fluctuating between over one hundred to under fifty .

[shinido-blog]

             ‘            YOU DO    realize that it’s my choice ?    Now hand over those bandages and let me do it.  I don’t want to know where you got wounded so bad since I am used to it ‘cause my boyfriend keeps doing this to me as well..  But I thought you’d have more common sense than him.  You’ve already bled on my whole couch so man up and let me see it ..      ’      THE DETECTIVE SNARLED   /      HIS VOICE LACED BY DEEP CONCERN   /   HANDS SHAKY DESPITE HIS TOUGH MASK    (       tough ;    oh so tough    /    eyes bleeding oceans   /    the scent of crimson   sickening       )           resting his hand heavily on Allen’s shoulder,  the touch a calming and lingering motion, Shinichi found himself frowning worriedly at the white haired and sighed heavily.     How did he always seem to attract weird people ?     Furrowing his brows,  deep worry embracing his words as he spoke up again the man felt his voice   slowly breaking  ;;   each syllable a mere whisper.    ‘    I WORRY  about you.       ’      //   @eyecursed   LIKED FOR A STARTER. 

[saiunn-a]

😜

                  long ago had heart flame been doused,    kindling soaked beyond use  (  but how quickly it has come to dry and come ALIVE  ).   beating withing chest at the blaze given. the   SPARK    in amusements, piling upon one another after events until it’s a roaring fire.       awkward — the one word used to describe disciple  ;    formal, lingo going right over his head, way too serious for this kids own good.    so when comes the joke from synthetic lips,     it’s met with   SURPRISE    when it’s used right.

                  a moments passed and    LAUGHTER.    warm like a summers rain,   melancholic and ghosting something familiar as it  bubbles.     coming from throat in a small quiet wave.   tickling,   the sound of it  UNEXPECTED.     the silence of it,    so soft, gentle.   deep in chest,   it's   UNFAMILIAR    but how it   LIGHTS   up.   enjoyment derived, golden, and eyes crinkle,   something long forgotten,    now   WELCOMED.     fingers, calloused from fighting, training, find way to metal shoulder in a smack,    ‘    good one, genos !     ’     it tumbles,   almost autopilot,   too caught up to even think of how long it’s been. 

meme. ac. someone who makes my muse laugh ;   genos. 

[vermillier-blog]

❛ i’m sorry, but you must be at least a level four friend to unlock my tragic backstory. ❜

popular tumblr text posts.  (  accepting.  )  -----  @eyecursed.

                   he  thinks  he’ll  pass  on  this  game  ...  he’s  heard  it’s  pretty  difficult  to  achieve  level  four,  &  he’s  too  busy  to  be  devoting  that  much  time  to  someone  else’s  tragic  backstory.  he  has  one  of  his  own  to  handle,  after  all.

              “   ah,  no  offense  ...  but  i  guess  i  won’t  be  hearing  it,  then.   ”

[perpetuuity]

     [ internally screaming. @eyecursed - i love allen and i literally was just going to admire from afar. ]

  [ have a dumb ass comic I did in 2010  for my love for allen. ]

[fratrxs-a-blog]

                    “ you don’t look too excited to be going on a mission with kanda, ”

@eyecursed ♥’d

[meosaeru]

@eyecursed ► starter call!

❛ mmn... ❜

A NOISE OF NEAR EMOTIONLESS CONFUSION MUFFLES ITSELF AGAINST THE STRAW IN HIS SLURPEE. hanging out with shintaro was never short of fun ; konoha had always appreciated each & every moment spent with his friends, & shintaro had been far from that norm. “bro time”, shintaro had called it, & konoha had simply resigned to understanding it as such. going out to the mall together had been one thing -- or, well, kind of an unintentional thing to do together. shintaro had mentioned wanting to pick something up, & konoha had offered to tag along because he hadn’t wanted to be left alone.

... & it had led into konoha obtaining a slurpee & looking over a few of the things shintaro purchased as he sat on a bench.

❛ i don’t really get it... ❜

his forefinger pressed against a page in one of the mangas, no emotion on his face, but the slightest twinge in his tone had made his misunderstanding evident.

❛ why does he want to date all of the girls...? ❜

please konoha, it’s a shounen manga, there’s multiple love interests---

[jackalofchaos-blog]

“ think it’ll work? ” (shintaro)

“It should! It worked when I only had one of those little minty candy things in it, so this should make it even better, right?”

      Why anyone would have thought it would be a good idea to show Ellen “science projects” involving a bottle rocket, Diet Coke, and Mentos, is beyond me, but unfortunately it looks like Shintaro is going to be victim to witnessing her new little “experiment.”

“Plus, last time, all I did was let it sit there, and it just got really fizzy and spit up a lot, but in the video when they dropped it and the cap busted off, it flew up! So if I throw it really hard I bet it’ll launch up even more!”

      Gathering her items, she follows the same instructions as the video shows, prepping the line of minty candy to fall in contact with the cola, a devilish grin spreading onto her face. Of course, while she had said she intended to throw it very hard, she knew there was a limit to which the plastic container would be able to take. She didn’t want to destroy her “rocket,” so at most, a medium amount of force would be applied to her throw.

      Assuming it ready, she prepares to throw the bottle down on its “head,” giving a little jump for extra measure (and height). The cap indeed breaks free upon impact with the ground, allowing the mentos and the coke to react to one another, and indeed, the bottle does launch.

      Unfortunately, it’s direction seems to be right towards Shintaro.

[euclifes-a]

       ❛       hey .  .  .  dude  .  .  .  can   ya---------------- hold   my   drugs   for   a   minute    ?     ❜     pulls   out   a   whole   ziplock   bag   full   of   candy   and   shoves   it   over   .       @eyecursed      //      starter call.

[nonviiolent]

“Why must fireflies die so young?” // well someone's projecting ...

it was twilight atop the hill, the sun had been nearly set, the sky painted glorious shades of purple, red and a fading orange. teetering rows of tsutsuji littered the expansive landscape. dotted lights flickered off and on as the captain commander outstretched one arm, slim fingertips extending towards one of said fireflies. before he could touch the insect the light expanded and brightened before dimming. it was then swallowed whole by the darkness.

❛ when death finds them, she finds them alive, they’ve lived their lives to the fullest extent, burning brightly before extinguishing. that’s what we should strive for, i’d say.  though time on this earth for some may be short we can still make sure our brightness, our LIGHT shines for all time. ❜ 

[depravitie]

@eyecursed​​. 

                                 ‘  what’s  with  YOU ?  ‘   fatigue  directs  sharp  tongue  before  sharper  gaze  follows ,  idle  turn  of  the  chin  catching  upon  the  figure  ahead.   (  what  a  DRAG !!  )     ‘   some  of  us  have  SHIT  TO  DO  other  than  stand  around  and  stare ,   you  know  ,   so  get  out  of  the  way.    ‘