#lifecircuit

[maesokyst-blog]

you should let me cook for you! (*＾▽＾)

He waits for the punchline, narrows his eyes when there isn't one.

    ‘ Huh. ’

------ Pff. Of course not. He's grown complacent with the knowledge that he can't understand Clear: not that there was ever an attempt in the first place, but that's beside the point. For now, his gaze flicks back to his coil. 

    ‘ There's nothing to cook with. ’

[lunabrace-blog]

@lifecircuit​

               ‘ Might I ask you a question... more than I already have ? ’ & fingers fold betwixt one another with a hesitant politeness, gloves wrinkling with each movement. She steadies herself, offering a reminder to no one that she has a purpose here, that she would find him no matter what cost. She fights the fear that comes with approaching just anyone & she stands tall, gentle, but strong. She is resilient & beautiful, like a rose with thorns that would prick one upon contact. Strength, she holds, & she would allow not the trembling of her fingers.

[fellegend]

FRIEND ! :)

       “ GREETINGS, o’ stranger, ascender from the depths of nonexistence ! ” – & he speaks with both fervor & enthusiasm laced through his tongue, a speech so spirited, perhaps, or tiresome through the eyes of another. Lost in a land of mind’s own creation for the very world that strips him of the reality that has betrayed him, harrowing & troublesome, he would become only that of whom he wishes himself. With a pleasant smile that smears across his lips like a vibrant paint against the canvas of awaiting expression, he places his fists against his hips & offers a warming welcome to the one who is so foreign to his memory.

[macabrres]

friend :)

‘ Friends,  hmm?  Now you've really tickled my fancy.  ------ If you're so keen on getting intimate,  why don't we penetrate all those corpulent walls between us? ’

The tip of his tongue glides across a jagged incisor,  crooked grin mottled by the likes of pallid malice.  ( And well,  well,  well,  he thinks,  how enticing a morsel he truly is:  the jovial disposition,  the face enshrouded perpetually by that tempting,  teasing shroud  ------  he could go mad imagining the myriad ways with which to make him ache ).  He takes one step,  two steps,  three;  a silent test of the other's resolve.

‘ I'm getting chills from even the thought of making you squirm.  What would you look like with a hard,  thick arrow - shaft lodged into your back,  I wonder? ’

[princeros-blog]

` yuuri-san! it's st. valentines day! uwah. . i know you're with viktor-san, but i wanted to give you something, too! ’ (´∀｀○) he made him some homemade chocolates please appreciate them

        “Oh!” He’s surprised, but he really shouldn’t be. After all, Clear had never failed to deliver him chocolates on Valentine’s before he moved to Detroit, despite Valentine’s generally being reserved for the girls to give gifts back in Japan. Not that Yuuri complained. Chocolate is good, and anything Clear makes is tasty.

       “Ah, I got you something, too! Don’t leave yet.” Yuuri scrambles away from the front door through the apartment. There’s the sound of him tripping and falling on his face in the middle of the hallway. A minute later, a little breathless, he returns with a nicely wrapped box to present to Clear. The chocolates aren’t homemade, but they’re fancy, expensive, and sweet, carefully picked out. “I-- I hope they’re good. And, thank you.”

[gangleadiing-blog]

    DARKNESS PREVAILS OVER THE LOFTY CITY. Massive skyscrapers loom overheard as the roar of the city is eminent in every way. A mixture of vehicles and perhaps a bizarre braying sound can be heard as the solemn boy walks onwards. Hands covered in his pockets as he ever so gracefully turns a nearby corner. It was a busy day , it always was. Ikebukuro's ATMOSPHERE was always prevalent in the sense that something was inevitably BREWING. Panic surges through him INSTANTANEOUSLY as amber hues go wide. He'd break out into a run , his youthful heart racing to catch up with him. ' Whoa , whoa. Dude. Slow down ! You're gonna get yourself killed ! Are you okay ? Are you crazy or somethin' ? ' / @lifecircuit has entered the warehouse.

[ghoulpatch]

          @lifecircuit

“ah, clear -” he opens his mouth to speak, but soon thinks better of it. he has a rather uncomfortable question, and he decides it’s best not to voice such concerns. “well. actually, never-mind.” the halfling busies himself with something else, staring at his fingers and black stained nails. as he picked at his hands mindlessly, he thought quietly to himself. this wasn’t another ghoul. this wasn’t someone he had to be cautious around when it came to these small, mundane things. he knows he’s being difficult, so this time when he opens his mouth, he’s determined to ask. “do you think i’m... strange?”

[perishen-a]

＼（＾▽＾）／ he he

Send me ＼（＾▽＾）／ for my muses reaction to yours running up and hugging them!

            she is immersed in the soft cottons of his layers, a sea of light fragrance of fresh sheets hung to dry on a summer’s morning. the blonde’s giggles burrow into his chest, a smile kissed strawberry lips hidden from view. she pulls back & her soft grin blooms into a bright beam, still accompanied by the sporadic GIGGLES.

                             ‘    did i miss something ?   ’

[piousgrin-blog]

lifecircuit replied to your photo: “i’m still dyin bc @mothersins drew clearan like the goddamn kawo/shins...”:

IVIE ALREADY LSOT MMY MIND OVOER THIS LIKE SEVERAL HUDNNRED TIMES IKM SCREMAIGN IM HOWLI GJN IM COMBUSITNG IVE SKYROCKETED OUT OF ORBIT AND BECAME FRIENDS WITH THE ALIENS AMONG THE STARS IVE TRAVELELD GALAXIES FAR AND BEOYKNGFD THE MINTEU I SAW THI

[chatheroine]

` aah. i'm sorry for interrupting you, but - your singing is very beautiful! it's very soft, it reminds me of birds singing in the morning! ’

           ` a - ah. ` would abruptly cease her song, the realization only just hitting her that she was indeed singing. out loud. shyness would be her first instinctual feeling, causing her tug at the side of her hoodie a bit. embarrassing. she’d take the compliment regardless. a crooked smile makes its way across her lips, before slightly bowing to the stranger.

             ` y - you really think so? th - thank you very much! ` 

[etwahlist-blog]

he's practically sparkling. ` your music is so lovely! aah -- i almost want to hear it forever. ’ clear speaks in a dreamy tone, hands clasped together.

Reaches out so she can ruffle his hair a little. Gosh, he’s a cutie, isn’t he?!“You can come listen any time you’d like. I must say, you’re the nicest man

in a gas mask I’ve ever met. And probably the first one I’d willingly let into

my home.”

[unruhc-archived]

` noiz-san -- you look so severe. you should smile more often. like this, smile smile! ’ cue a twinkling smile from Yours Truly.

                    He’s never understood this guy – namely how one could smile so much, speak with a poisonous amount of happiness in their tone. He was unlike the rest; instead of an indistinguishable mess of blank technicolor that filled other’s faces, this one wore a grim mass of static with his mouth defined as a twisted sneer. It wriggled in agony & spewed unfitting notes of glee –

                   Glancing away from the horde swarming on the other’s flesh, Noiz gave a nasally sigh.     ❝Why smile when nothing funny’s happening ?❞

[seraphgene]

MAKES HIM A BIIIIIIG WEDDING CAKE BECAUSE HE MISTOOK A WEDDING FOR A BIRTHDAY PARTY BC HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT A WEDDING IS AND THE CAKE WAS BEAUTIFUL AND IMPRESSIVE SO HE MADE ONE TOO! ALSO HE MADE TWO CANDY LITTLE FIGURINES OF THE BOTH OF THEM TO PUT AT THE TOP OF THE CAKE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

The mistake can easily be lost on Yuichiro, for common sense has never been a strong suit of his in the first place. His ears perk up in his excitement, emerald wide and shining with absolute awe as he peers up at the absolute masterpiece Clear presents -- the other retainer’s chest puffed out with pride (which, to Yuichiro, is totally accounted for -- the thing was huge).

     “WOOOOW!! THIS IS AMAZING, CLEAR!!”

His tail -- being the indicator of each and every emotion Yuichiro feels -- wags uncontrollably with excitement. It was an incredible present! One of the best he’s ever gotten! His mouth is quick to curve into a shaky smile, and with a yell that bursts from the core of his chest, Yuichiro pulls Clear into a nearly bone-crushing hug -- a hearty laugh resounding with the happy tears that spill from his eyes. 

     “Y-You’re the best!! Thank you so much!!”

[princeros-blog]

PICKS HIM UP

        “Cl-ear!”

       THE NAME TUMBLES OUT IN a startled yelp that has his voice rising a few octaves higher than normal. At this point he should be used to and expecting the hugs that make his feet leave the ground, his glasses falling askew and everything spinning with his dizziness when he’s twirled about. But he’s not, he’ll never be, but he doesn’t get angry. It’s just another warm gesture of affection out of plenty in his life, as hard on his anxiety-ridden glass heart as it may be. Yuuri doesn’t really mind it.

       Hands settle on Clear’s shoulders. A long, deep inhale is taken when he realizes that strong grip around his middle has loosened just enough to actually let him breathe. Then he wiggles around a little, trying to carefully slide down so his feet can touch the ground again, all while doing his best to maintain the embrace. Clear’s one of the few that can really get away with this breach of personal space.

       “R-remember that I have to breathe, too.” Yuuri pats at his shoulders then lets himself laugh gently. “Unless you’re planning on carrying me around, please put me down.”

[amouroso-blog]

@lifecircuit.

        it’s a gentle sound he hears coming from the roof as the sun begins to set. the phone is set aside on the surface of the glass coffee table, zen pushing himself up from where he had laid across the couch. come to think of it, he hasn’t seen clear for the past two hours. where’d he even go? zen didn’t hear him leave.

        the apartment feels less empty when he’s there. it’s not as quiet, not as lonely, and zen is thankful for clear’s frequent presence. because when he’s gone, suddenly the silence is suffocating. it’s when zen had realized just how lonely he had been. ( so he filled his days with workouts and practice, just so he wouldn’t have to return to a far-too-silent apartment. ) he’ll have to thank seven, in some way, for even letting zen meet the strange, yet endearing and vibrant young man.

        but how did seven even meet him?

        that’s a question for another time. when he slips his shoes on to make the journey up to the rooftop, the sound turns into a melody sung in a familiar voice. a voice that even rivals his own as clear sings from where he leans on the railing, mask off just for the time being so the sound can resonate without being muffled. zen thinks the whole world should be able to see just how beautiful this man is, but he hides his face from everyone because he had always been told he didn’t look like a normal person.

        who tells someone something like that?

        it’s cold out. the thin hoodie does little to protect zen from the nighttime chill, but he shoves his hands into the pockets and bunches his shoulders up.

        “clear, hey...” he takes a few steps forward toward the railing. “i didn’t see you leave.”

[ghoulpatch]

     @lifecircuit​

the sight of blood made his bones ache. it was quick and unexpected, the sharp and deep cut followed by running crimson. kaneki had acted immediately despite the roar in his stomach, the discomfort it set in him. he fretted over clear, insisting he lay down before going to get him a band-aid. “of course i’ll worry,” he replied, coming back with a bottle of water, one of the few things he had stocked in the kitchen besides coffee and sugar. “the cut was so deep.” he sat down beside clear, offering the water bottle and peeling the paper from the bandage. “let me see it,” he insisted. however, the moment he said it, kaneki let himself truly sniff. he hadn’t wanted to, in fear of feeling hungry before this bleeding human. yet as he breathed in, the scent concerned him. his eyebrows furrowed. he had never realized it before, this tang that did not quite match the ordinary. 

          “clear,” he murmured, hoping to be as welcoming as he could be. “are you okay?”