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Dear person I like

Dear Person I Like--Take a hint. - Sincerely Isuzu.

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My Muse’s Opinion on Alcohol ::

"ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵈᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡᶜᵒʰᵒˡ."

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"When was the last time you ate?" -Hatsuharu

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ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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What made you fall in love with Hatsuharu?

"ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟."

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A soft knock at her door can be heard. Hatsuharu stands with a plate of pancakes in his hands, waiting patiently for the ravenette to open the door. His grey hues remain focused on the wood grain of the door, hoping that she would be awake to answer.

S t a r t l e d out of her reverie, Isuzu stared w i d e e y e d at the door. The barrier blocked her from the person, and in which case-- she preferred it that way. Obsidian optics trailed down to the lock, she did lock it, so if it were her roommate they would have no way of entering if they left their keys. A n x i e t y danced in her nerves, igniting a jittery reaction: she shifted a few times in one place. Heavily debating on answering the door. Any normal person would have walked right up to see who stood beyond the barrier, but Isuzu didn’t fall in the normal person category. 

Battling with herself, she clenched her teeth and scolded herself for being w e a k. Pushing herself from the cushioned surface, she strode over to the door and unlocked the deadbolt. Releasing a sigh, she opened the door only to find Haru on the opposite side.

“What’s this?”

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↳ ★ (fortunatetrashcan)

“A-Ahm... Thanks. . .?”

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"Hey, Dreamer!" (fortunatetrashcan)

“Who are you, again?”

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In celebration of Munday, ask about the mun and the muse will answer!

What could go wrong?

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send me a nickname and my muse will react being called such

(cute or not. anon or not.)

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ATTRACTION MEME ;;

If your muse is attracted to my muse’s LOOKS, send a ➤ !! If your muse is attracted to my muse’s PERSONALITY, send a ★ !!  If your muse is attracted to mine ROMANTICALLY, send a ❥ !! If your muse is attracted to mine PLATONICALLY, send a ✿ !! If your muse is attracted to mine SEXUALLY, send a Ⓡ !! If your muse is has POTENTIAL to be attracted to mine in any of the above, send a ↳ , along with the symbol has potential !! If it’s UNREQUITED, send a ☢ along with the symbol of which is unrequited !!

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hurt meme.

blueneighbcrhood :

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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[X]Haru's voice plunged into the dark sea of her mind, drowning any familiar notes that would bring her back to reality. The anxiety that erupted through out her body masked it with unfamiliarity. A stranger, she lost touch with the Hatsuharu's identity. A phantom scent drugged her mind, she could no longer decipher what was real and what was not. 

Who is he?

The question brought on the panic tenfold, and with a sudden jolt of adrenaline that seeped through her blood, she flung her head forward to connect with Haru's. She didn't hold back, the stinging lingered in her temple and her eyes glared daggers. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” The growl sounded through bared ivories, but her vision returned to her. Haru. 

Tears formed and clung to the corners of her eyes, feebly holding on. She broke a promise, and it was too late to take it all back. 

Twisted Fate. [Isuzu][Tag: Haru]

HER  E Y E S  are  the  size  of  the  moon;  filled  with  anxiety  and  panic  that  she  was  trapped  beneath  his  lean  muscular  frame  and  pinned  defenseless  against  his  bed.  He  had  the  upper  hand,  and  she  knew  it.  Part  of  him  wanted  to  keep  her  there,  helpless  beneath  his  weight  and  unable  to  flee  like  a  frightened  horse.  He  knows  that  she  has  lost  all  of  her  trust  in  him,  and  if  he  were  to  let  her  go  now,  she  would  surely  run  …  To  see  her  so  panicked  under  his  gaze  hurts  like  an  open  wound.  Here,  beneath  him,  where  she  had  lay  so  many  times  before;  it  was  meant  to  be  a  comfort,  not  a  confine.  

     “Haru,  get  off  of  me!”

HIS  E Y E S  narrow,  and  he  tightens  his  grip  on  her  fragile  wrists.  His  voice,  stable  and  collected,  hisses  close  to  her  ear.  The  trembling  of  her  body  does  not  go  unnoticed,  and  he  sees  the  glisten  of  tears  in  her  eyes.  He  sinks  down  lower,  letting  his  torso  rest  against  hers  and  shuddering  when  he  feels  the  uncomfortable  prodding  of  her  hip  bones  against  his  own.  A  lock  of  dark  hair  falls  aside  as  they  shift,  allowing  his  lips  to  brush  the  soft  flesh  of  her  ear.  After  a  weightless  kiss  against  her  ear  lobe  he  whispers,  “I  won’t  let  you  go.”  He  means  it.  The  words  are  genuine.  “I  won’t  let  you  go  ever  again,  Isuzu.”  

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

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The look of irritation turned into a wintry stare. She never used to dislike YukI, but it only started when he had gotten Hatsuharu in trouble. It may have not been his intention, but Isuzu didn’t care. As a child she played the role as a guardian, not the parental type, more along the lines of an angel. Though, she would never classify herself with a creature of purity. 

“I see you haven’t changed as well. Still clinging to Haru the moment you set eyes on him, I would have thought you would have gained more independence since you found out the truth.” 

"You! W-what are you doing here?" -Yuki

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“So, they finally let the rat out of the hole.”

A bitter taste consumed her taste buds, just speaking to him had that effect on her. For several reasons.