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//asdlfks so sorry for the sudden disappearance and lack of activity!!! school’s been getting really,,,, really,,,, really busy and i’ve been unable to keep my activity up as much as i would like

but!!! some good news!!! spring break’s coming up for me in a few days!! sO!!! everything’ll get going again shortly!!

thank you so much for your patience, everyone, i’ll make sure to get all my drafts out soon!!

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//hey everyone!!! it's february 23, which means that tomorrow is miaya's (totally canon and not at all made up by me) birthday!!!

so!!! if your muse wants to send her wishes or gifts or whatever, my inbox is open! be sure to send them to me today so i can queue them up tomorrow!!!

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          TAP, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

        TEN digits, moving at a BLINDING speed.

        THOUGH, despite the borderline-frantic movements, Miaya is completely and utterly CALM.

        SHE raises a hand for just a moment, reaching up to rub the SLEEPINESS and STRAIN out of her eyes. Even though she had been using machines for most of her life and had gotten accustomed to their light, iridescent glow, there were still times like this where she needed to pause. Of course, being in a room that was ILLUMINATED by these same lights could get to be quite exhausting. She still has some green tea left, right...? --She’ll go ahead and reach for her mug and take a slow sip. It’s COLD and chilling, the exact opposite of how a warm cup of tea should be, but... a cold one is better than none at all, right? A slight shiver runs down Miaya’s spine -- with such EXPENSIVE machinery, naturally this room’s air conditioning had to be kept on constantly. The therapist lets out a silent chuckle, her body rising and falling rhythmically with the thought. Thank goodness she brought her scarf, huh?

        ...HAAAAH. Back to work she goes.

        TAP, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

        IT’S been like this for... how long now...?

        SHE can’t even remember. It had to have been over a year ago -- at least, that’s how it felt.

        MIAYA still remembers the day when she’d first been asked to work on the project. Originally, the program was intended to be used as a psychotherapy technique, using the world’s most ADVANCED simulations to, essentially, trick one’s mind into believing the false world around them was REAL -- and, subsequently, allow them to begin a healing process. Of course, the objective and use of the program had SHIFTED since then, but its core objective to HEAL remains the same. And with a goal such as that, how could she refuse? Sure, it’s... IDEALISTIC, but a healthy little dose of idealism and optimism never hurt anybody. It had certainly been a LONG and ARDUOUS process, contributing to such a difficult project, and the days like this, where she’d sat in the same seat for hours on end, typing and typing and typing away, got to be more than repetitive, and sometimes it seemed like the end goal was impossible to reach, but yet... she persisted. She wanted to help people -- that had been her life’s goal since she was young.

        TAP, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

        THOUGH, even though she’d agreed to help out with the project, that didn’t mean that her mind was free of questions. Often, when the days got long, and when she had to make another last-minute trip out to the facility, and the GLARINGLY BRIGHT SCREEN bored into her retinas, she pondered several of these questions, though she had been unable to come up with an answer for a single one of them. For example -- why had the Steering Committee picked now of all times to begin working on something like this? ...Well, perhaps the fact that she, Yasuke Matsuda, and Chihiro Fujisaki had all been at the school at the same time was the reason why, but that only led to more inquiries left UNANSWERED. Like, why did they seem to want it so URGENTLY? Why had they proposed such a thing in the FIRST PLACE? And, more importantly... was this the only project that the Steering Committee had begun...? Miaya had heard whispers, rumors floating on the wind like little PARASITES, of something possibly happening deep within the confines of the prestigious school, but with no evidence, she dismissed them as nothing more than STORIES.

        ...ANOTHER sip of cold green tea. Another day just like the ones before it, and the ones after. Though, Miaya isn’t complaining. Why would she? Today is just a normal, MUNDANE day -- why would be any different from the others?

        TAP, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

        --OH.

        MIAYA had been so engrossed in her work that she hadn’t noticed that SILENCE was now filling the room. How long ago had her piano album ended? ...She promptly decides to do something about that -- just having the whirr of the machinery in the background just seems so... lonely.

        BUT before she even had a CHANCE to do what she wanted to --

        WHZZZZ.

        THE sound registers, though she pays it no mind. Perhaps someone was coming to deliver a report, or--

        OR not.

        THE voice that echoes throughout the room seems so unfamiliar to her, and yet it SOMEHOW knows her name. Who are they...?

        BEFORE she has time to switch to her text-to-speech program, the person continues to speak, and a CHILL very much unlike the one from before courses through her body. Someone... Someone managed to INFILTRATE the facility...? How? How on earth could anyone accomplish such a feat...?

        MIAYA soon switches programs and begins to type once more, FRANTIC and PANICKED and very clearly not calm.

  >> “ Who... Who are you? ”                                                     she asks.

       SHE can’t exactly resist the mysterious intruder, that’s for certain -- but, perhaps she can STALL for some time. She can stall, and then... comm for someone. Yes, that will... that will work! She can comm for someone, and then have this INTERLOPER taken out, and everything can continue just as it was BEFORE.

  >> “ I... don’t know how you were able to get past our           security, but... If you think you can just waltz in and           demand to know about the program, then... you’re           sorely mistaken...! ”   >> “ I’m notifying the higher-ups as we speak! ”

        AN empty threat, perhaps. But, maybe that would be enough to ward off the black-haired man.

  >> “ I will tell you nothing! ”

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     Munakata Kyousuke is plotting something, of that there is no doubt.  His former classmates recruitment to the faculty was questionable to begin with, but Kimura’s sudden employment following her expulsion is too suspicious to be overlooked.  Building an overseas branch of Hope’s Peak and a power base of the school’s alumni, his intent is clear.  He means to stamp out the very possibility of despair.  The matter requires investigation to be sure, but I should avoid alerting Enoshima while doing so.  If she becomes any more aware of plans that run counter to hers, she’ll graduate to violence far too early.  As much despair as she might derive from sabotaging her own plans, I can’t indulge her eccentricities in this instance.  Too much is at stake to remain idle.

     Though it was akin to pulling teeth, I forced Matsuda to disclose the nature of the collaborative project he’s been a part of.  It would seem our former Student Council President has made quite the name for himself in the business world.  Through the myriad shell corporations and cut outs, Munakata has assembled a think tank to devise a project that could counteract psychological terrorist attacks, a psycho-therapeutic communication simulator to be exact.  Again, it is far too close to the mark to be a coincidence.  Someone must be leaking information on us, including Mitarai’s video editing techniques.  Eliminating our mole will be next on my list after curing this headache.

     The physical portion and patient trials of this project are housed and conducted at a private island facility, using the construction of a tourist resort as a cover.  Suffice it to say, I acquired a means of reaching it rather easily.  Though most members of the project merely contribute their findings through correspondence, such as Matsuda Yasuke and Fujisaki Chihiro, the project lead remains physically present to oversee its progression.

     A pity for her.  She is the only one with all the information I need.  I do hope for her sake she’ll prove cooperative.

     Infiltrating the facility was naturally simple.  I borrowed a uniform and clearance materials from a guard and gave his lifeless corpse to the sea.  Passing through the building’s halls with a perfect disguise poses no challenge to a Super High School Level Spy such as myself.  Before long, my goal presents itself.

     As the final set of metallic doors shuts behind me, a large circular room presents itself to me.  Its walls are covered in an unreasonable number of screens and electronic lights, a pillar surrounded by a number of pod-like devices in the room’s center.  Beside an open one of these devices sits a young woman typing into a tablet at a furious speed.  Blue hair and a red scarf, just as Matsuda described.  I suppose even he has his uses.

     Approaching her at a calm pace, I discard the now purposeless guard cap, leaving my unkempt hair to flow free once more.  “Before we begin, I would have you understand the situation you find yourself in, Gekkouhara Miaya.”

     This will be an interrogation.  How pleasant an interrogation it will be is entirely up to her.  I do not relish in torture as Enoshima does, but I am every bit her superior in its execution.  I will employ whatever means prove necessary to obtain the information I desire; no more and no less.

     “I have entered this facility completely undetected and unopposed, but I am more than capable of killing the entirety of your staff if you force me to do so.  You have no means of escape or resistance.  Any attempt to do so will only be making yourself suffer.  The single option available to you is to comply.  Do so and you will not come to harm by my hand.”

     I reach her side and stare down into her cobalt eyes, resting a hand against the raised transparent cover of the adjacent device.

     “Now, Super High School Therapist, you will tell me all you know of this New World Program.”

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miaya

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                                  ERRARE HUMANUM EST.

                                                          (to err is human.)

                                                                                            sel. ind. miaya gekkogahara. penned by ash.

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Hello I wanted to say I really love your art; especially the motivational ones. If its not to much to ask, could you draw some motivational Monomi please?

you are your own hero! believe in yourself!

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puppet

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I worked so hard on this :’)

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  >> “ Matsuda-san... ”

        FOUR syllables, as filled with CONCERN and WORRY as a computer-generated voice could possibly sound.

        IT was a sorrowful sight, really.

        HOW completely and utterly EXHAUSTED the black-haired neurologist looked.

        IT was to be expected, of course -- with such a DAUNTING, near-impossible-seeming task placed before the team in charge of the program, fatigue and weariness seemed to be common. Even Miaya had begun to feel its effects. Underneath the armor of her CRIMSON SCARF, enervation’s thin, unearthly tendrils had been poking and prodding and pulling at her relentlessly, retreating only when the blue-haired therapist downed yet ANOTHER cup of warm GREEN TEA. But despite the weariness, she had tried her best to remain... OPTIMISTIC. Positivity would boost morale, she figured -- and that seemed to be something that the team was running low on.

        ALREADY on her third tea break of the day, she made her way over to the SHSL Neurologist, pausing for several LONG MOMENTS before proceeding to type on her tablet.

  >> “ Are you sure you don’t want to stop for today? You...           look like you’ve been at it for a while. ”

        SOFT azure eyes offered sympathy, though she knew that it couldn’t possibly be enough to help the situation. The pressure of the OCEAN’S DEPTHS had been placed upon them all, and looks and glances could only do so much. So, instead, the therapist’s small, tender fingers again reached out from the sleeves of her sandy-colored coat, moving swiftly as they uttered out another question. She’d inputted it into her device so many times that it was practically SECOND NATURE -- but, then again, her very talent revolved around it. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to ask it just one more time, right?

  >> “ You’re free to say no if you don’t want to, but... Would           you like to talk about it at all? ”

                                                                                                  〚☤〛 @cxtentixus​ || continued from x

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Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

topheavybrawler:

(For example, a stormtrooper mask:

 “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realise that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”)

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🌿tea: medicinal value & intent🌿

🍃peppermint: -eases digestion -helps fight cold -eases menstral cramps -cleansing, purification -protection -prosperity, luck -psychic development

🍃ginger: -relieves colds & sore throats -reduces nausea -general pain relief, relief of menstral pain -passion, love -success

🍃chaga: -immune boosting -fights cancer -protection, healing -strength

🍃raspberry leaf: -vitamin C -eases menstral pain -fertility -passion, attraction, love

🍃dandelion root: -supports bile production (eases constipation) -healing -purification -dreams

🍃pau d'arco: -boost immune system -relieves anxiety -discourages yeast overgrowth -healing -strength

🍃chamomile: -anxiety relief -sleep aid -peace, purification -tranquility

🍃green tea: -energy boost -metabolism boost -supresses free radicals, repairs cell damage -health -prosperity, luck

🍃rooibos tea: -cancer fighting properties -rejuvination, peace -dream work

🍃lemon balm: -immune boost -calms nervous system, anxiety relief -sleep aid -digestive aid -compassion, healing -fertility -happiness

🍃nettle tea: -relieves seasonal allergies -immune booster -balances hormones -eases menstral pain -protection, strength -repels negativity

🍃lavender: -digestive relief -sleep aid -tranquility, peace -meditation

🍃rosemary: -muscle relaxant -digestive aid -eases menstral pain -improves circulation -healing -purification -counter spells

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Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not.

Bonus: Include the basic details: gender, age, height, likes, dislikes, hair/eye color, race, and anything else my character should know.

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anemoia-avenoir replied to your post: //h e ck i just realized that miaya was never...

SHE WASN’T?? REALLY??

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//h e ck i just realized that miaya was never given a canon birthday?????

.........

...i’m making it february 24

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ash is 10/10!!!!! a good and chill friend and ur cool B)

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.