#vacantdesk

[whatsyourwish]

                ❝       ——  don’t you think he’s a little late than usual ?      ❞    :    @yashiryo​​  ,  @vacantdesk​   ❤   !

[yashiryo]

             “   Let’s go,  let’s go !!    ”     Hands tug on both of their free arms,   pulling as she persists about the festival.       “    I want Haruka - kun to see !!    ”     ...   @vacantdesk  &  @whatsyourwish​

[onlyhorn]

vacantdesk replied to your post “vacantdesk replied to your post “* is cute on purpose. *” gently...”

of course gets overexcited, and just gently gives pets. does he have a snack ? perhaps. does he offer it to the other ? perhaps.

Congratulations, you’ve reached tier 2 petscriber, you may now apply 2 (two) pets a day instead of one.

Casually noms the snacc that has been provided for her. Oh heck, yum.

[memoryretain]

It’s been a while. 

He knows it.  He knows that he should had made time,  but time had gotten away from him way too easily. Still, even though, he keeps telling himself that Haruka will understand, there’s a feeling of tightness in his chest that he just can’t help but despise.

So he had brought a assortment of food with him that he knew Haruka liked.  Was it a bribe? Well, Shintaro would call it more so of an offering in truth. (It’s a bribe.) Knocking on their once-shared hospital room’s door,  Shintaro would carefully let himself in.

“Hey,” He swallows. “Brought you some food to get you some variety other than icky hospital food.”

@vacantdesk

[mischievous-virus06]

@vacantdesk​ Running From Here: [x]

        interest springs to the young boy’s expression as he jumps a bit at the other’s sudden statement. while he was used to takane’s random demands, this one was a bit different. haruka’s dark gaze flickers toward what the other was offering him. at first sight, he … couldn’t really determine what it was. it was on a stick, that was for sure.

       he laughs, rubbing his eyes from where sleep had started to take it, having been dozing. he leans forward, taking a bite of whatever was offered to him.

       hand moves to hover over his mouth, before giving a small hum.

       “ it’s very sweet, takane - chan ! i like it, what is it ? “ he raises an eyebrow, glancing at the item.

A slight tinge of pink danced across her cheeks, watching as the boy take a bite out of the stick-food. God this is embarrassing--!!

The ravenette shrugged her shoulders, handing the sleepy guy the rest of what was left of the stick. What was once three sweet fried rice balls, now two, were jammed onto the stick Haruka was holding. Takane then pulled out a bag from her school bag, taking out another of the same sweet street food.

“Er.. I think my grandma said it was called-- Carioca..? It’s fried sweet rice.” She answered before taking a bite out of her own share. “She packed one too many for me, so I thought you’d want one with your stomach an’ all.” 

Plus he was sleeping for quite a while, but like-- hell she’ll ever actually say that to him.

[ahogedetective]

@vacantdesk - continued from - { x }

When Shuichi was walking by, he had caught the sight of the taller boy attempting to carry quite a lot of stuff. Since he didn’t need to immediately be anywhere else right away, he thought, why not help him out? It looked like it’d be a lot for one person to try carrying by themselves, so he’d be happy to help.

“Here, let me help.” He says, reaching to grab one of the boxes of supplies. “Ah, sure. And no problem; just figured I could save you from making two trips to and back to where you’re going.”

Once learning he’s going to the teacher’s room, he gives a nod. “Got it. I’ll follow you, then.”

[me-wo-azamuku]

@vacantdesk Stayed to Talk! [x]

he statement catches him off guard. haruka’s eyebrows furrowing in place as he continues to sketch the other. he adjusts in his wheelchair, glancing back up from the small grove that they had decided to rest in. after everything that happened, he couldn’t blame kano for thinking as such.

“ a bad person ? “ he quietly mumbles it to the open air, finger tapping on his lip.

“ no, no i don’t think so. “ it was simple, easy to slip past and say as he goes back to sketching, deciding to explain himself further.

“ you only didn’t say anything because of the threat, right ? you were watching out for everyone. we don’t know what would have happened if you did say anything. it could have ended up worse. “

a line, gently curving to form the other’s cheek in the drawing.

“ but everything is fine now, right ? we no longer have to worry about it. “ he glances up, dark eyes meeting the other’s before he beams.

He.. He honestly wasn’t expecting an answer. He was just... saying whatever came to mind. Kano was sitting cross-legged across from Haruka on the grass of this convenient clearing they found. This whole being honest thing was going to be... difficult to say the least.

Anyway, the blonde held a comfortable and casual pose for the other, having been asked a few minutes ago if it was alright to be drawn. Not that he minded-- He’s seen his work and it was really impressive. He had let his mind wander and that’s how the thought appeared.

Gold eyes glanced up at the other as he spoke, his voice small and soft and just barely missed. He... made a fair point, but Kano still couldn’t help but feel... terrible about it all. And he couldn’t help but blink in awe as Haruka smiled at him.

“Y-Yeah... haha.. I guess you’re right...” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Nothing to worry about anymore. How relieved it felt to finally think that.

“How’s that drawing coming along anyway? It’s been a bit hasn’t it?” He asked, deciding to lighten the mood just a bit.

[twinxmasters-archived]

vacantdesk seeks an audience with the master.

“If anyone asks, you never saw me cry. Alright? Alright. That’s our secret.”

[truthuncovered-a]

mallow and raspberry! –– @vacantdesk

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

honestly, it depends on the person you’re talking about. as a detective, he has a fantastic memory, so any tiny details regarding the other person can remind him of their relationship. & the closer they are, the more things that he will associate with them. when he hears a strain of calming piano music ( particularly clair de lune or sonatine ), the memories he has of kaede immediately jump to mind. the scent of grape soda & any piece of clothing with a checkerboard pattern will remind him of kokichi. anything involving space or extravagant adventure stories are reminiscent of kaito, & so on.

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

while shuichi doesn’t like to indulge too much in food or drink ( he tries to watch his figure ), he absolutely loves kitsune udon. he’ll save this indulgence for when he’s sick or when he’s been out in the cold for hours & he needs to warm up. he also loves a nice hot cup of well-brewed coffee, which he indulges in... a little too much. something’s got to curb his caffeine addiction after all.

meme | accepting!

[thistletouched]

from here | @vacantdesk​

Perhaps, long gone though they are, the remnants of those snakes once writhing, twisting knots into her hair still lingers. Red eyes bore holes into black, never moving even as he approaches. 

He’s rather tall, with something - a sort of weighted kindness - in his manner that tugged her heart into her throat, the taste of once-clear memories, distorted by time, sweet on her tongue.

As the child - and oh, though he’s tall, his pale face bright with youth - comes closer, she finds herself tilting her head upwards to compensate for that height of his.

And perhaps there is something that she wants from him, wants to ask him - though they’re such things that she cannot put them into words, things she couldn’t convey to a human, not as short as their lives are, as fragile as their minds seem.

“ Something I want? ” she asks, half-finishing his sentence. There’s amusement in the lilt of her voice, in the sigh of her breath, “ Perhaps, boy, ” and oh, there’s venom in her words as she spits them out, “ that isn’t something I know. Did you consider that? ”

Maybe she’s being too rude - he’s young, whatever that means to humans (they do die so awfully, pitifully quickly, after all).

[irewiind]

“I doodled a yellow flower with bunnies, do you wanna see?  It’s pretty, I promise!”

@vacantdesk | SC.

[onlyhorn]

vacantdesk replied to your post “* is cute on purpose. *”

gently offers hands for pets ? :O

Reaches up for the hand, taking it with her little stubby arms, and placing it very gently on top of her head.

Ah- yes, this is paradise.

[mischievous-virus06]

@vacantdesk

When... When had she fallen asleep..? ... Outside..? On.. concrete..?

Her eyes hurt to open against the burning glare of the sun above. Where the hell..?

Takane groaned, getting up from her spot and tried to get a grasp of her surroundings. There were tons of people crossing the street around her, eyes looking at anywhere but the people around them, unless they seemed to be friends or something along those lines. But honestly, she couldn’t care less.

There was a more important question on her mind:

How the HELL did she get in the middle of the Shibuya Crossing?!

Takane gripped the sides of her head in confusion, trying to remember the last thing she was doing, because it surely wasn’t being anywhere in Shibuya. Nothing really came to mind except...Just her. On a walk..?

Before she could think more on the memory, her phone buzzed, ringing out her familiar ringtone she had Shintaro make for her. A text..?

Greetings Player,

You have approximately 120 minutes to find and reach x: 50 * 2 + 10 - 8 = x

Fail to reach this location will result in Erasure. 

The Reapers

Okay, now this is just crazy. Takane furrowed her brow, and her lips turned into an annoyed frown. “Yeah, as if-- Delete.” She muttered, hitting the trash button... Only for the message to remain. What?!

“Ah--!” Takane winced, her hand curling at the feeling of an electric shock running up her arm, starting from her palm. She lifted her hand, looking at her palm and her eyes widened.

A red numbers were etched into her palm, counting down from 2:00:00. The raven felt her heart race as she realized that it was the same amount of time the text had told her. So then... That... That Erasure comment. If she didn’t find where this place was, she’d be “Erased”. In other words.. she’d.. die..?

This was stupid--! This couldn’t be real! Life isn’t some-- some Video game! But the timer was enough proof. And if that wasn’t enough then... surely the weird symbols that started to rise from behind her would solidify the truth of the situation.

“Huh?!” Takane yelped in surprise as she saw them. From the symbol a crab-like thing manifested from it and slashed it’s claws at Takane. She ducked out of the way, but a claw cut her leg. “Gah-! G-Gotta run!”

[me-wo-azamuku]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋   𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄  ?

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CHARACTER   :  Shuuya Kano

The Orphan

Orphans are independent, self-reliant and are mistrustful of authority. Orphans, fearing exploitation, seek to regain the comfort of the womb and neonatal safety in the arms of loving parents. To fulfill their quest they must go through the agonies of the developmental stages they have missed. Their strength is the interdependence and pragmatic realism that they had to learn at an early age.

SHADOW SIDE: The victim. This will manifest itself in your feelings of being victimized by others, and consequently blaming your incompetence, irresponsibility, or even predatory behavior on other people. You might also expect special treatment and exemption from life because you feel so fragile. When your Shadow Orphan takes control it can attack those who are trying to help you, harming these people and yourself simultaneously.

LIFE GOAL: Regain safety FEAR: Exploitation RESPONSE TO PROBLEM: Being victimized by it LIFE TASK: Process and feel pain fully PERSONAL GIFTS: Independence, realism, resilience, empathy PERSONAL PITFALLS: Cynicism, tendency to be the victim or victimized, chronic complaining

tagged by: @vacantdesk tagging: @meogattaisareru @meosaeru and anybody else interested!!

[twinxmasters-archived]

What Type of Hero Are You?

Unwilling Hero 84%

You are the Unwilling Hero. The Unwilling Hero, if left to himself, would probably not be going adventuring at all. He may need a little persuasion and motivation to go through with his quest.

Anti-Hero 79%

Conflicted Hero 79%

Tragic Hero 71%

Loveable Rogue 53%

Willing Hero 34%

Anti-Hero 80%

You are the Anti-Hero. The Anti-Hero is a flawed and usually cynical character who fits the role of a hero in the story, but sometimes doesn't act exactly heroic. Anti-Heroes tend not to trust people...and sometimes, people can't trust them,

Willing Hero 58%

Tragic Hero 50%

Anti-Hero 42%

Unwilling Hero 42%  

Conflicted Hero 36%

Tagged by: Stolen from @grayfxce

Tagging: @restarved , @cursedjustice , @vacantdesk , @valorxdrive , @idolgaze

[truthuncovered-a]

MAKE YOUR MUSE & YOURSELF .

tagged by: @vacantdesk & @idolgaze. tagging: whoever wants to do this!