the nail that stands

Wow, I never expected to to get this many followers let alone be as active as I am on this trash blog. I’m so glad for each and every single one of my followers~! I want to give you all something in return for being such amazing, precious, people. I’m going to have three winners for this giveaway which will be chosen at random, however there are a few minor requirements for that.

You must be following me, bc it is follower appreciation after all.

Don’t follow just for the giveaway and then unfollow afterwards bc that’s just not right okay.

Must be mutuals (sideblogs don’t count just lemme know cause you can’t follow on sideblogs)

Also you must be an rp blog, sorry. :c

Alright that being said here are the prizes:

First prize winner: Gets a choice of one mmd video (just be aware I have a limited supply of models and can’t make any), and a theme or promo.

Second prize winner: Gets the choice between a theme or a promo.

Third prize winner: Gets a promo

Okay now onto the follow forever~!

❛ L i a r. ❜

this was an accusation, a provocation that recalled something of his former self; the mechanic had asked and he had provided. something familiar, something bitter – somehow it was so easy to slip back into old habits with this boy ( and bury even older ones ), and it was enough to push his voice out, to keep him speaking when he’d been silent for days and to force himself to be heard.

       “ Well that’s- uh. . . “

Coming into this room with a good fake story just in case would have been  a really good idea, but surprise, surprise, Souda was not prepared. That was kind of stupid, he admitted to himself. Nothing he could do about it now but cover up his messy act. And he knew that wasn’t gonna work out for him. Rarely did. Good shit.

Kazuichi closed the door, submitting to an uncomfortable defeat; shutting himself in the same space as Tanaka. Keeping his back to the wall, he faced the bed, swallowing back creeping nerves as he stared into the other boy’s pale, over shadowed face. He leaned with his arms crossed.

{/The stench bothered her a lot, but at the same time it was a signal that he was putting his talents to good use! He wasn’t just squandering them, or slacking off like some other other people do. It was amazing to see him constantly working. In fact…she hasn’t seen him do any other kind of work actually. But she can’t say anything to that either, considering she bombs her own classwork in exchange for swim time. Basketball time, baseball time, and the other sports teams she joined. Maybe she shouldn’t mention his work habits other than that he works hard.}

“–I’ve been great, Souda-kun! Practice has been great! I have…volleyball and baseball today. Hopefully I can beg Kuwata-kun to come. But other than that I’m great! And I wanted to see how you guys are doing! Like, Chiaki-senpai invited me to play games with her again? So I’m going to do that too.”

‘There is more to life than talent’. If left to his own devices, Kazuichi wouldn’t have bothered to attend a single class. The only future he had was in his specialised field. He had grown tired of being even remotely studious way back so if anything, a few of his classmates made class worth attending. Nanami was one of the handful. 

He’d be a huge liar if he denied having fun spending time playing games together with her and the others. Asahina can join in with the other upper classmen for a big hang out session sometime? Perhaps? He’d have to ask of course. . .

Kuwata, Kuwata. . .

Kuwata was the baseball guy right? Sports guy. If his hair wasn’t red and his face wasn’t so recognisable, he wouldn’t have remembered that person at all. Maybe Souda should meet Asahina’s other classmates too? Kazuichi put that on his to do list. He’ll get around to it eventually.