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asahina-san:

“A walk?”

{/A walk wasn’t what she had in mind in the slightest. Fast-paced Asahina wanted nothing more than to go for a jog, or a swim, to do something that involved more than the mundane and monotonous. Anything that allowed her body to exert more of that excess energy she had stored in her. But all Fujisaki wanted to do, was take a walk. While it wasn’t ideal for Asahina, she had to remember and take into consideration that she wasn’t built for running like she was.

For a moment, her smile falters. She didn’t like such slow paced things at all. But she knows how the smaller female gets at any sign of displeasure, so she’s quick to pull it back up. No matter how sheepish it may be. With a quick rub to the back of her neck, she gives a short, curt nod. She could do it. Maybe…this was God challenging her?}

“Yeah–!”

{/That’s how she could do this! With a sudden outcry, and her fist to the air, she hadn’t given any thought to how this display would have come across to Fujisaki. Only that now she had given herself a personal challenge. Lets see how long she can keep herself calm enough to walk. Once she was promptly pumped, she lowered her arm, and smiled that wide, jubilant smile at her.}

“I could totally go for a walk!”

He doesn’t miss it—can’t miss it, the slight dim of light in her eyes, disappointment obvious. Is that bad? The words rise up instinctively—it was a boring activity, no doubt, and one too empty of distractions to spend with such a dull person—but can’t escape before she perks up, the sudden leap into the air making Chihiro himself jump, startled.

“Y... yeah?” Even as he repeats it, the confusion parts into a troubled, guilty clarity—this was just Asahina’s usual kindness, and not wanting him to shatter and cause trouble for everyone involved. His open mouth closes, lips pressing self-consciously together, playing with his hands for a moment before pulling them up to his chest. “Are  you sure it’s alright...?” Voice tentative, high, he bites his lip. “I— I don’t mind doing something else. It was really just... the first thing that came to mind.”

A short laugh stutters forth, then, a girlish, apologetic peal that makes him want to tape his own mouth shut—you’re seriously awful, you know, and she’d hate you if she knew. She wouldn’t just let this slide, if she knew. Despite that... what else can he do but apologise for it, apologise as if his life depended on it (and in this kind of place, someday perhaps it could)? “I-it’s not like there’s anywhere scenic to stroll, so... it’s okay, Asahina-san!”

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little girl:

@yowonkou

❝ Whoa - - ! That’s a big laptop, miss! Can you actually use it?

“A... ah?” He glances up from the keyboard, startled by his sudden removal from his zone—the feeling of total immunity to any harm replaced by sudden doubt as to his own skill. Still, programming was the one thing he could undoubtedly do right, wasn’t it? After all, if her doubt came from his outward appearance (that frail, shameful performance of his), of course... she would be surprised.

Still, facing this venom from such a sweet looking little girl... he takes it for curiosity, discomfort quickly covered by a sheepish smile. “Well, that’s...” He swallows, any outright statement of his skill seeming like bragging. “I’m a little well known for being good with computers, so...”

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Just because I have sadness in my heart does not make me a sad person. I can carry this pain, and still hold a flame of hope and love to bring light into darkness. I am not a sad person.

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ishimaru-kun:

He pauses for a moment, a little confused by the smaller boy’s disappointment. Peering closer, he tentatively reaches out to grasp Chihiro’s shoulder, tilting his own head slightly to the side in half concern, half befuddlement.

“Strong? Well, I suppose in a way I am; I do engage in many activities which would lead to me being fit and healthy, which would accordingly cause me to become what is considered physically strong. What is it that you require, Fujisaki-kun? May I be of assistance?”

He winces slightly at the contact, unable to stop himself—well, Ishimaru was certainly considerate, at least. Though... he was growing increasingly unsure about sharing this with him. It wasn’t as if any secrets would be shared: that was something he would reveal sparingly, if he managed to at all. As trustworthy as Ishimaru was... somehow, he didn’t seem the right person.

“Um... well—” He swallows, quiet voice eventually perking up. “I think I’d like to get... a little stronger!” His determined expression wavers as his shoulders sag. “Um... it probably sounds silly to you.” Why would a girl say these things, after all?

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[ evening everyone, and happy new year! i did have a new year’s post queued, but since i apparently messed up somewhere, i’ll be leaving that in a hole until next year, haha. but still, i hope you all had a lovely 2015, and that 2016 will be better!

that aside, just popping up with a small status update! i’m about to dive into chi’s oldest drafts, because they are beyond old right now, and hopefully should get some activity together. i still haven’t gotten through follower backlog though, so i apologise for the wait! it’s just a lot of info to read everyone’s pages at once. thanks for understanding! ]

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You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via wordsnquotes)

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07 | JAM #pixiv

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skeleton:

@yowonkou liked for a starter!

 “ Hey, you look like you’re lost.

 Need a hand? ”

 He literally crafted a fake skeleton hand just for this joke. He’d appreciate a laugh (or a scream, but the former is definitely preferred).

“R... really?” As scary as this predicament had been, an offer of help (a friendly face, another one) is enough to make him smile wide, cheeks glowing as he dares to raise his head. “Ah... thank you. I might be, just a little, wondering where to go from...”

His face turns white. Hey, there was no way the emptying of his hand was linked to the thud on the ground, was there? Eyes flicker down to see bone in snow—crying out as his own hands fly to his mouth. “Ah... ah... are you... a-a-alright?! That is... are you...” One hand finds its way to his shirt, clutching it. There was no way, no way any monster would spare him now, was there? His next words come out as a squeak. “I... I’m so sorry!”

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More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

Chuck Palahniuk, Asfixia (via wordsnquotes)

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ダンガンロンパ！ by くり ※ Permission to reprint was given by the artist If you liked their art, please do take the time to vote and/or bookmark it at their Pixiv account. Please do not repost and/or remove credit

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didntsparethem:

 Wowie!!

 Gosh, I’m so happy to announce that this is a thing at all? Thank you for 230 follows over the past two weeks of me having this lil Sans blog! The Undertale fandom has been amazing and I’ve been enjoying ever second of being here since I made my Toriel a bit before Sans.

 So, I thought I’d put my appreciation here.

 Thank you to all of those that follow me, whether we’re mutuals or otherwise. You’ve stuck with me this entire time through my lack of activity, ramblings, and actual IC posts (laughs).

@theundyiing, @determinaticn, @caderei, @fxkawatouko, @b00mbutterflyeffect, @deixinvitis, @eradiiquer, @glambxt, @ikisiu, @dynxii, @paciifrisk, @perpuzzled, @brotherlless, @asterxles, @paxfacere, @genocidalsoul, @determinationful, @friskiing, @trousledbones, @pxcifisms, @kurotsunolivia, @amalsciens, @favorists, @yowonkou, @killettos, @fahliing, @blackbaned, @bartenderer, @undyiiing, @turntailed, @liepsnos, @badbatter

 Once again, you all are wonderful and I hope you have a spectacular day! （*´▽｀*）

 Art credit!

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Chihiro falls perfectly into the cold hands, warm heart trope. He is fairly cold a lot of the time, and holds a preference for long sleeves because of this—which also gives him a feeling of security due to how self conscious he can be of his body. You will find him wrapped up excessively in winter: jumper, scarf, mittens, the lot.

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[ and again because apparently. there’s a tag limit. o good  lord i’ve gone Too Far ]

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[ guess who finally sorted out a new tag system. tag save! ]

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[ it’s 5am and yet here i am with a verses update! just some small formatting changes, but also rewrote the verse summaries for concision. and mainly (how i ended up doing this in the first place) i added an undertale au! ngl, he is basically frisk.

other than that, the tag links there won’t work atm since i made them fit chi’s new tag system. but... looking at the time, i’m gonna sort that tomorrow L O L goodnight folks. ]

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oowada-kun:

         ❛    nandayoo…..   that’ll just take more time, kid….  ❜

 if oowada wasn’t so lazy, maybe he’d CONSIDER asking the –  smaller programmer for the whole equation been  EXPLAINED.  but, yes, due to the safety reasons ( AKA, checking his gang ), he  had truly INSISTED on this being as QUICK as possible.

“That may be so, but...” He meets his eyes, expression growing as close to stern as it could. “Once you get this, it’ll save time in the future, won’t it?”

Oowada just didn’t seem to think in the long-term. It wasn’t as if he could ask for the answer when it came to exam season, was it? Chihiro pouts, shoulders sagging, pulling the paper closer to his side of the desk all the same. “It’ll only take a few minutes...”

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stranger:

          “No, that’s all right,” Yu responds amicably, because he can understand the situation this girl is in. He’s never been one to fall asleep studying himself – at least, not in public – but his friends do it often enough, and Yu’s long hours oft leave him drained enough to do the same … if his own insecurities didn’t get in the way. “You must be working hard.”

   Then, not because he’s nosy or for any concrete reason, Yu’s eyes drift to the work on the paper, expecting, maybe, to be able to offer assistance or otherwise comment, but when what he sees doesn’t immediately click in an academic mind, Yu has to wonder. “… Hm?”

   His head tilts slightly to get a better look, but he still can’t understand a thing, so call Yu can say is “… That looks difficult.”

He flushes—no matter what he said, this situation was still embarrassing. Still, the boy’s understanding leads to a long sigh of relief, followed by a sheepish smile. “Ehe... you could say that.” Catching the boy’s eyes, he follows his gaze to the paper, cheeks growing pink when even he struggles to read the scrawl that he calls handwriting.

“O-oh, no, it’s not really...!” A hurried shake of the head is followed by a tilt, one finger resting on his lips as he scans his notes. “I have felt a little blocked on this particular project, though. I thought getting away from the screen might help, but...”

His hand falls to the laptop bag beside him—really, he’d fallen asleep with this around? It’s enough to prompt another self-conscious chuckle. “It’s a little difficult to visualise like this, after all.”