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i came here to hurt ppl and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now

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stalkdiary replied to your post:

u built some yukki effigy are u sue thatll keep me away

stalkdiary replied to your post:

suRE

idk what else can u do to him when he's on fire

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tumblr user observediary needs to stop being a loser

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stalkdiary replied to your post

what a hobo

gET OUT OF MY TURF

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tumblr user stalkdiary needs to calm

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grows yaoi hands like chichichichia pets

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minene-chan

                ’ what? ‘

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  device lies in hands, mauve optics scanning and        waiting      for yet new entries --   if her future was to       be changed, be   it   in   a    positive    or      negative       manner ------ on the previous chasing scene.     and       her    thoughts     are   supported   by    the   ever so       comforting    silence    that    slowly   engulfed   her        disquieting frame of mind.

                but everything good had an end.                 terribly quick.                 especially for her.

     static envelops the screen of her diary, eyes      widening at that. her grip tightens along with      jaw and features lean closer to it. but before      she has any chance to process the words      her focus is abruptly interrupted ------

                 never did she want to strangle someone                  with her own hands so much.

     stirred, hands fly to that big, annoying mouth of      his. a swear slips off her own, being muttered      behind bared fangs that, should she be a kind      of demonic, heartless creature, would be far       deep within the other's throat.

     one hand withdraws and the other pushes down      to slam them in the floor, quickly taking back her      phone into her graps and, still stirred, reading      the new entries that would probably damn her.  

        JULY 20  / 22:30 [ Inside of the mall. ]

       ➣ A brat gives away my hiding place

        MARCH 22 / 22:31 [ Inside of the mall. ]        ➣ Sirens and the yelling of the goddamn cops is coming closer        ➣ Break inside the mall through the near the last pile in the left            corner of the storage. Reach the front door, there's no one. 

          ' fuck you, kid. '

     and she does as her diary says, quick motions      taking her to be already inside the mall after a      ' fuck it ' and breaking through the window, the      several shards leaving some cuts in her arms       she used to protect her eyes.

           ▋▋♟’   his feet are as tight-lipped as a felines’ while he sneaks around the mall corridor, effort at it’s lowest while the slim male with his hands digged in his pockets halts from humming a lackadaisical harmony as he prods through as nonchalantly as ever. with a flowing sensation he falls back into the welcoming arms known as ‘night’. brisk air sinks its teeth upon ripe carapace, that, over time fell amalgamate despite digits never disturbing a guitar.

ニヤけそうな程、常々呆れてる... 

                                                                  im〔always〕a ꜱᴜʀᴩʀɪꜱᴇʀ…                                                                       ˙˙˙doɹp sʍɐɾ ƃuᴉʞɐɯ

obsidian pockets are forced to stretch when claws dig deeper; smirk breaking loose from it’s open cage when sight locks upon indigo tresses, that, when compared to rusting streetlights and shady grandpas yelping near far too loud bars, it appears neon despite the dark shade it held.

he’s quiet, right, not even one of those trained police dogs could sniff him out at this point, because his deceive is on while he hums a quiet tune of a song he still couldn’t remember the name of, still, even though it was such a delicate tune…

                                                       and keeps a safe distance with the indigo                                                                             [acquaintance?]                                                                     that he’s started to follow.

which he immediately regrets because it was already late and he was sneaking into the storage room of a closed mall after hopping quite the fence guarding it. and even while being chased by a lot of adults just as careless as her, she still hasn’t properly learned how to breathe quietly— 

                                                     he can spot her easily between boxes stacked up to the ceiling that’s just as dusty and colossal as the floor.

                                                      ‘awww. minene-chan, that just won’t do, if you’re trying to somehow outrun them, you know!’ voice bordering on a loud coo, dangerously loud, as a matter of fact, considering the current disastrous situation, ‘i wonder how loud i have to talk until they find you. over here~! over— he~~~r~~e!’

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                      i don't belong to anyone,

                      they call me homewrecker.

                                                                  independent&selective uryuu minene.                                                                   multifandom, multiverse, crossovers.                                                                   3+ years or role playing experience.                                                                   gore and violent threads, no s m u t .                                                                   open to threads/plotting with mutuals !

                               banner.

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                 prepare to die.

  when you’re having a nice day— — — — -

                      and then, that purple-haired grandma crosses your mind.

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                 when you're having a nice day---------

                                   and then, that neko-eyed kid crosses your mind.

                      ' gross. '

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How was the frickle frackle

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          ' ---!! '

              well, now, it wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. apparently those fliers around the city were finally bringing trouble to her ( add to that the fact that her name is clearly written on the door of her house ), and now some aliment was on stake, even if it wasn't what she really craved right now.

         ' i'm just a hobo, can't you see? '                        her property is really extended, though.          ' why d'you ask? '

    “Lets start with something simple.”

     His hands fold into the sleeves of his shirt, taking the candy with him in the not-so-secret hiding place. Kisuke didn’t want the woman to suddenly reach for the candy before the interview was over! 

     ”Are you the one who’s been terrorizing around here?”

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kisses ur nose

          nose wrinkles, brows knits in a light frown as a pink tint appears on her features.

               ’ what was that for, huh?! ’

           eliminating the feeling its a must for her, thus the back of her palm roses against her nose, that evident blush is grows brighter, eyes closing as she turns her head to the opposite side.

                 ’ tsk. ‘

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            a little animal rested on her palms, gloved fingers petting it slightly as she walked slowly, making sure to lower her head enough on her high neck to make sure most of her face was covered. though, out of nowhere, the squirrel's demeanor changed and it jumped out of her grasp.

                 ' ----!! '

            steps were now a tad faster, trying to chase the squirrel without calling a lot of attention. but once colliding into another body, her target was lost with a mere blink.

                ' oi! you're in the way! '