🇨🇱🇴🇸🇪🇩 🇸🇹🇦🇷🇹🇪🇷 - @ahogedetective
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🇹🇭🇪🇲🇪: 🇮🇲🇵🇷🇴🇻
today is just one of many days where kokichi's boredom reaches a peak. it's gotten to the point where it's absolutely unbearable. he feels like he'll just die from it! he won't, of course, but that's just one of many things that he loves to overdramatize.
most of his day has been spent wandering around, sort of observing what the others on the schoolgrounds have been up to. really, he's just looking for someone that'll be the most fun to mess with. who has the biggest reactions to his antics, who's the most likely to stave off his boredom with some 'interesting' conversation topics...
unfortunately, he's coming up with blanks. mostly in part due to the fact that it's unfair for him to judge who can tolerate him when they all refuse to get near him. but, not everyone's like that, right?
...ah! that gives him the perfect idea actually.
he's giggling to himself as he makes the trip back inside. there's only one person who he didn't see standing around, talking about whatever and doing what was most definitely something boring. and trying to get under their skin was going to be the most fun.
he's not trying to hide his presence when he heads back inside, almost trying to ensure that his footfalls were loud and sure to draw attention. that's not unusual of him either; his presence as a whole demanded others' eyes to be on him. the loudest stomps of his feet are right outside one of the research lab doors.
and the next loudest noises come from him slamming open the door and yelling.
" shu - i - chii! "
kokichi whines like a child as his expression morphs from the cheery look of before to the usual glossy-eyed look he put on whenever he wanted something. he even sniffles and wipes his eyes as he walks into the room, not caring enough to ask permission to enter. not that he was going to ask anyways; he did practically kick open the door.
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As a first thread... how about SAFEGUARD, from my Tenko to your Sayaka? (Aikidoheroine)
12. SAFEGUARD : for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event.
She had just been walking down the street as she left her father's workplace. It was rare that he ever forgot anything, but for once, he forgot his lunch, and she had been delivering it. There were quite a few people out this time of day, and with her hat and sunglasses, there were few that noticed the idol as she was headed back to her dance lessons. As she started crossing the street, though, a truck came rushing through. She had been frozen in place from the shock, unable to move, but before a tragedy occurred someone pulled her from the path.
She was trembling and close to tears as she looked at the other.
"Wh-what...I...Th-thank you so much for your help. If you hadn't I-I..."
She felt tears prick at her eyes and slip down her cheeks at the thought.
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the thing about laughing during sad moments is that sometimes you are still aware this does not undercut the emotional punch but youre just halfway between a laugh going "thats so fucked up,,!" and depending if its sadder you either laugh or cry a bit more
i think its only when a sad moment absolutely falls flat and you do not reciprocate it at all so its just funny is the one time its like. yeah okay that kinda whiffed
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it’s not as though she can exactly blame them for an over-crowded elevator. still, she clears her throat quietly. “not that i’m not enjoying this....” the flush of her cheeks gives that much away. “but could you move your hands?”
closed starter for @caeruleums for liking this starter ( still accepting )
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🇨🇱🇴🇸🇪🇩 🇸🇹🇦🇷🇹🇪🇷 - @blightts
🇨🇷🇴🇸🇸🇴🇻🇪🇷 🇻🇪🇷🇸🇪
🇹🇭🇪🇲🇪: 🇫🇮🇷🇸🇹 🇲🇪🇪🇹🇮🇳🇬
this week was setting up to be a joyride for professor sumire.
really, the professor was surprised at how slack the regulations of this region were compared to galar. though she had chosen to bring along only her noctowl and settle the rest of her pokemon within boxes, she still found herself impressed with the unique was that paldea functioned.
travelling paldea had been an experience, despite how little time she had authorized herself to spend there. after all, she couldn't spend that much time away from her home region. and she still needed to get further clearance for her next locations.
it took days before she heard a response so that her research could continue. she decided she would spend her last day in unova. she had heard rumors in passing of a new addition to the region; the blueberry academy. and according to her reports from her paldea expeditions, it was set to be a new home base for her research into pokemon terastalization.
throughout the day, the main pokemon court was littered with people. students and staff all each came together for pokemon battles, and it was here that most of her research took place. she settled herself on a side of the surrounding area furthest from most of the people. it was a good view, and it wasn't as loud as the other available spaces. at least here, she was able to hear the sounds of her pen gliding across the papers stacked atop her clipboard.
really, what might draw attention or drive others away would be the constant buzz of her pokedex lighting up, and the way her noctowl familiar might squeak out its signature cry of frustration after a few separate buzzes. sumire had ordered it to keep watch on the pokedex while she continued her research, and it wasn't the happiest with the constant noise.
so many pokemon were being used in battle here that she had never seen in galar before, and many paldea pokemon she had only seen from a distance. occasionally she would glance down at the pokedex propped up one one of her noctowl's talons, and read what little of the entries she could. in the blink of an eye they would change, as yet another battler sent out a new pokemon to replace their defeated companion.
the battle on the court ahead changes once more, and the sparkling shine of a new tera-type reflects through her glasses twice as bright as it would for any normal gaze. she mumbles something as she removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to clear the discoloured dots from her vision. it's the first time she's really changed positions since she sat down.
" urgh... " she mumbles in irritation as the spots finally begin to clear.
finally at last, she can slip her glasses back onto her face. the terastylized pokemon ahead are still a blinding light, but the initial transformation is what really gets her.
" does every battle here always end up being this bright..? " she says it to none in particular other than herself. it's a rare moment where she slips and speaks her thoughts out loud.
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▸ @muutos ⟶ ❛ ❝ I’m not getting drawn into this mess! ❞ / kyle for craig !? ❜ ╱ ( king arthur , accepting . )
AS SOON AS Kyle started to protest , Craig’s hand darted out and seized him by the arm , just above his elbow . Fingers tightened like a vice , ensuring the redhead couldn’t easily twist out of them , likely sprouting bruises under the fabric of his coat . “ Fucking newsflash , dickface , ” Craig spat , pulling Kyle towards him , “ you’re already in it . ”
Stan’s whole group , Kyle included , was forever causing problems for everyone else and finding ways to weasel out of them , and frankly , Craig was sick of it . He was at the point of no longer caring whether he went down as long as one of those dipshit chucklefucks went down with him . That meant Kyle ��was stuck with him , for better or worse — worse , definitely worse .
“ If anyone doesn’t wanna be here , it’s me , all right ? And if you wanna get out of here , you’re taking me with you , or you’re not going . ”
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One of my pet peeves when it comes to art and stuff is when people draw dark circles under the entire eye because that's, not always what they look like, for me it literally stops half way, there's almost a perfect straight line and it is visible when you know it's there at least idk. here's some pictures of my eyes for reference, sorry for the bad lighting on the second one, it's very hard to get good pictures of your eyes
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there are some techniques to avoid a very happy and giddy gojo satoru but megumi hasn't been able to find any because apparently every time something good happened , he either had to listen and interact or patiently wait for satoru to have mercy on him and tell him what happened . either way , it's not easy to handle a happy gojo satoru ; and he was quite the opposite of what he had been a few months ago before suguru joined in . they'd whisper to each other , satoru would smile , like a human being rather than a mocking hyena . . . and for some reason megumi couldn't exactly trust this man . knocking twice , walking in ; cold stare fixed on the ever cheerful man [ @jusoshi ] he sets the files on the table . ❛ satoru sensei said i had to check this place with you this evening . ❜ a ' haunted ' school , three dead girls — their remains looked too gruesome to belong to a human killer . megumi crosses his arms , keeps staring at him with a blank face . ❛ i spoke to some of the students . they talked about a ghost crying in the basement . ❜
— starter.
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