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Help is commonly appreciated. But among children, it is qualified as a lost of ego– A defeat in the midst of a battle between esteem & possibly self-confidence. Plus, petite silhouette prancing alongside plump white cat encompassing the other’s slender legs, aquamarine eyes scolding the heavy animal whereas her grip tightened, determined to not let her prey absconding in a split second.
Hence that is why she returned back a glare at the said blond, wearing a cunning smile defying the child’s poise, not matter how tough her expressionism was wringed albeit it is clearly bereft of tantrum & forms of indignation. Sociability isn’t her most rewarded quality.
”Can you tell me where I am? And did you have see Ludger?“
how chivalrous! though her words are definitely a question, when looking in-between the lines of speech, kano finds them as demands. a croak– no more than a croak of laughter shakes his throat, empty thoughts of children and heroes and dreams flooding his mind as quickly as they flee it.
he’s not interested, only intrigued (and mildly so). my, what bad luck she had to stumble upon kano of all people! sure he’s harmless, but extremely difficult, ( or so he’s heard. ) if he’s bored, finding answers becomes a rather grueling process!
‘yikes! you’re scary when you’re angry!! but, but-! worry not, i’ll be sure to answer each and every one of your questions, i promise! that is, as long as you promise to answer one of my own. it’s a…. riddle, of sorts, but it’s far more complex than that. heeeeeh…. you shoulda seen what failing this test drove some people to do,
but….. after being presented with the opportunity, noone could really refuse, you know… i com-pull-etely understand if the concept is too scary for you, though. afterall, you’re only a child…… how unfortunate~. and here i was, ready to spill all the juicy details on where you are and ludger-chan’s whereabouts. maybe another time...’
@kxnos is the only one I’m thankful for this year what a big fat meme
〈ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ.〉
‘aw, man. ·how harsh, huh...’ he muses silently, words hushed beneath delusory breath. he’s really done it now, huh? it was just like him to mock her at all the wrong moments. go figure, his mind chants, cynical tone reverberating in-between the walls of his consciousness. she asked-- pleaded for his company and he proved to her just why she shouldn’t. but! but, he knows this already, from the moment he steps into the room he knows he’ll push her further-- further; he always does. it’s just how it is, their relationship, and someone as powerless as kano can’t do anything to change the fate of his interactions, right? (except lie, maybe, pfft...) and hey, look on the bright side-- at least now she’ll know who to rely on and who not to rely on, right? it’s better this way.
kano’s smile doesn’t fade, it’s still, he mimics a jest while leering at her taller figure (·by, what, an inch?·), slowly sitting up from his nonchalant position on the ground, flicking dust off his knees in swift, cool movements. ( he looks obnoxious. ) he’ll stare ahead at her, eyes unwavering, expression unchanging despite the sharp words she spews at him. when he finally speaks it’s bitter, and without navigating through his thoughts clearly he’ll state: ‘i see.’ ·tone is hardly icy, countenance can’t be anything worthy of mentioning-- but the placidity of his meaningless words is what makes it so odd in contrast. hahaha, he was practically digging his own grave-!!
· · ·‘do you hate me for it?’·
and he leaves it at that; staring forward with a smile that almost looked stoic. the silence would have devoured him by now, so luckily she’ll fill it with her angry, angry words. he hates that he’s pushed to act like her sudden act of emotion and passion is·funny to him, even though it’s not, it’s a very genuine thing and above all else he takes her very seriously. but it’s not surprising when the bitterest of laughs emits, he’s worthless anyways, so naturally he’ll have no manners whatsoever when someone he cares about is in a rare fragile state. leave it to kano to do exactly what he shouldn’t.
he knows his mind is dark-- he’s never been able to sort through it, so he just soaks in it because he finds he’s already reached his downfall and this·“darkness” of his·devouring him is inevitable. he just doesn’t want it to devour others. he just doesn’t want to drag people along with him, down to an endless pit of everything disgraceful that he is, the worst in him that he’s sure by now has expanded to become his entire being. and he especially doesn’t want her to. understanding means knowing and knowing means helping when you’re family, and he prefers to lose this battle all by himself. why pit kido along with him, why allow her to understand when some things are better left unsaid? when she’ll over-involve herself and everyone else, when she’ll try her best to help him and all it’ll get him is getting to see her face when she fails.
some people just can’t be saved. it’s not a bad thing, though, the sins he committed were, ultimately, for the greater good. he can’t say ayano would be proud of him, but he can’t say anyone would feel anything positive or accepting if they really truly understood him. it’s not like he’s first in line to understanding himself either, because he doesn’t, he just has a pretty good idea of how deplorable he is, that’s all. really!
his arm stings a bit when she squeezes the life out of it, kano never realized how truly sharp fingernails were until they were digging into his skin. it doesn’t really hurt all that much, so it doesn’t weaken him or anything or cause his mask to fall, and even it did, he’s gotten pretty good at lying without any special powers. practice makes perfect.
· · ·‘okay, okay! you got me, · · · ·i’m on my way out-- sheesh! · · · ·kido, you don’t have to squeeze so hard, · · · ·you know, im delicate, anyway~...’
he gives his arm a soft shake, signaling for her to let go, so he can be on his merry way. even kano knows when to quit, when he’s done enough damage. and he really didn’t want to talk about ayano anymore. it's never been his favorite subject of conversation. silly danchou! she should know genuineness is hardly kano’s strong-suit! and oh man, how worked up he got about all of this...! he’ll be sure to shake his fist at her in the morning, maybe even tsk a little. or maybe sweep this whole ordeal under the rug like nothing happened. he’s not sure what would piss her off more.·
guess he’ll find out! things are taking quite an interesting turn. she just has to let go of his arm first.
[yooo!! hello hello, vapz here!
one year ago today (4th april 2014) i made hibiya after marathoning all the kagepro media in about a week, lauGHS it was a rollercoaster—and it was probably one of the best choices i ever made? kagepro is sweet and i’ve been so welcomed here and i’ve taken hibiya further than i thought i would ever take him—and dam n idk i don’t know if i’ve been in a fandom that’s been so easy to communicate with before! so thank you, all of you, for roleplaying with this ridiculous kid, sticking around through my various absences, and making my heart just. doki doki i love you all.
this list consists of people i’ve talked to personally, people i’ve rped with, people i haven’t rped with who i would really like to, people i would like to eat for breakfast… some of you might be inactive now, but i wanted to mention everyone! if you have multiple blogs, i just tagged the one you’re most active on, or that i interacted with the most.
art credit. in alphabetical order—and hover for a message! c;]
we talked a lot and now ur stuck with me.
☁ asahiyo ☁ auruginis ☁
we rp sometimes and i love you.
☁ ammxnition ☁ derelictione ☁ downroutexx ☁ einrotauge ☁ ☁ espxir ☁ glaring-sunset ☁ gorgonisms ☁ hakusetsu ☁ ☁ heroistics ☁ illdeceiveyou ☁ impertinxnt ☁ insufferableheat ☁ ☁ meiismx ☁ mekamekakushi ☁ mendacious-optics ☁ ☁ notsofearlessleader ☁ pixrrot ☁ pumpkinmarchfullofdummies ☁ ☁ scarletheoryofhappiness ☁ sugataokesu ☁ tatatarata ☁
we’ve not rped/we rped like a year ago but i still love you.
☁ arutonerico ☁ cybernetism ☁ fabrxcate ☁ ghoulinadequacy ☁ ☁ gracideal ☁ kudetas ☁ kxnos ☁ puroguramu ☁ remxmbrance ☁ ☁ rxdeyedliar ☁ scarlet-glowing-eyes ☁ scrappedpages ☁ singinghomo ☁ ☁ skirx ☁ sombrespectre ☁ sxgekihei ☁ trajectxry ☁ unvisibr ☁

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“Well I hope I reminded you of someone sweet and kind. Or at least brilliant.”
She let out a bright laugh before tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear before nodding.
“Tomoe Hotaru.”
‘mm.’
words could almost be called flat if it weren’t for the lighthearted atmosphere. for it is a subject he wishes to not discuss, one he prefers to bury deeply within himself, rather than let it linger in the air around him; taunting him.
‘i'm sure you did, ... probably.’
how lighthearted he sounds! no harm done, he thinks; a wide smile settling onto cattish features.
‘-- kano shuuya. it’s a pleasure and an honor, miss!’
LITTLE MERMAID.
' ——-♪ ' comes ruptured melody, vocal cords twitching with voice creamy & wet. gravity slightly shoves her down, bare skin brushing against fellow sea creatures. corners spread into a slight smile—— a slight hint of sadness (no freedom?) forms on her grief stricken brows. but shadow blankets the deep abyss, flickering her hues upon the bottom of ship. she remembers her sister’s words—— ‘humans are foul creatures, avoid them, hate them.' a longed desire to reach them would pulse inside her chest, though it is a useless remedy, only a child's dream. dewdrops cling to exposed chest, fingers grazing red sand. pursing of lip, exhalation (out of awe) spills; she was grief stricken, in truth, & brine stained breeze does little to help —— those who tarry & mire themselves in dreary dreams need the touch of reality. & by that, she means the concrete wall slamming against their faces to see how shallow their dreams really are. half hearted chuckle pervades sallow lips as she kicks briefly, cupping heaven’s mirror between fragile grasp. though it spills, trickling through the cracks and rippling below just as quick as it had came. delicate. pure. something she could never ascertain, no. her hands were far too unclean to be considered. ah, but her thoughts digress, as ever; returning to full stature she returns her ever roaming piety to the blond with inquisitive brow. the lust of being noticed (whether it would be dangerous, she does not care—— whether naught humans are infractions towards her kin). & mermaid’s lullaby, she whispers, she sings. the sound of the ocean breeze knitting itself between her melody ——— she stops. needle through thread, she pulls damp locks away from the little tangles between her selfless hair. it brims with reeds- & everything that was normal. lashes flutter once more. one, two, three. crystalline gems shine with her breathless breathes. cold blood boils underneath wet flesh- rock scratched with sandpaper. an amorous scent lingers in her air, oh dear- she thinks, she thinks. & she sighs, another whistle slips out of her lips; a bit to loud (she grabs the attentions of the nearby creatures; human & animals alike)- & she panics, head dunked in water. she would get punished, a horrible fate, through fickle sighs & whatnot. baleful frown spreads upon visage as crimson tides collided with the other’s. pusillanimity overwhelms her, yet she decides to approach the being with words ; she would try to talk with him- ask him to ignore everything he had saw. & so she does. plump lips open & white teeth bite against grey tongue. ’ …h…please-… please—- er— forget that you- um, saw me. ’ her speech slurs with the utmost confusion & cold sweat dribbles down with salt particles. tail kicks & rests against lullful sea. fingers knit each other—- fumbling & stumbling with clumsiness. she is naught of blood-drive nor lust. albeit. ( a siren she was, a devil, a imp. her sister & family dons their curses upon her for not carrying out her duties rightfully- she will be stripped from her life, that is, if she happens to fail to kill. she is supposedly a killer, someone who bares such aristocratic features should not meet eyes with the ones of a foul being. ) despite her rules & laws underneath the deep abyss, frail heart does not stumble from stubborn output from her opinions- she hated killing others, erasing their lives off the world. ’ i won’t tell anyone that you’re, er. sailing on our grounds….. ‘—-she offers diminutive promise—-’ …….but if it comes to that, i would rather let you- leave. then for me to have to… end you. ’ she was a failure of a siren.
onward, he sails. with no destination in mind, with no map and no route. even through waters that are rumored to be haunted, forbidden land that not even the most noble dared to come near. this phenomenon, it is something left unsaid, something that-- when asked of-- is responded with hushed voices and secretive glances. things like karma and divine retribution, the fall of the most recent king, an underwater rebellion. all of them, however, are rumors to kano; he wont believe it until he sees it- he's just that type of person. councilmen and citizens are more than often spouting gossip, miserable lies compiled to make their lives sound interesting, a series of perjuries even kano can call disgusting. he doesn't mind, he doesn't mind at all-- to what the country views as forsaken and forbidden, he will view as a means of escape: from this reality that kano has no choice but to accept.
his position is irrelevant, he knows this. his creation was a hasty one, his mother could never be called doting, his skin could never be called pretty. nevertheless, he is popular: smooth-talking does get him somewhere, people do fancy him-- though they know nothing of him-- his company has been displayed to be an enjoyable one. he ponders, how would they react if they were to see it truly: this ugly heart of is, masked in shades of red and black, hiding itself from the reality that is more cruel than it is nice. it is here that kano drowns himself in thought, questions without answers, things he cannot fathom into plausible thoughts-- let alone sentences. these ideations, they are something he never dares to whisper to anyone but the night itself, when the moon and the nameless are the only one who can see him, when a floating rhythm clouds his eardrums, beat by beat.
his mind, the root of rot, does not hold any value to him. these thoughts he has, of the world and adults and how, as a minor, he is proven powerless, worthless: they are so reoccurring that he disregards them the moment a song strikes his ears, musical notes plucking the chords of his invaluable attention. ( -- and ) it was beautiful, the timbre smooth-- a voice that no human he's seen could ever reach; but he thinks nothing of it, for what has [HE] seen? he is but a grain of sand in a world that deforms itself in every waking second. it is not until his own eyes see the being that a striking realization quivers him.
a siren. you didn't need to be a step of intelligence above your peers to figure that out. a song, a body ripe in water he knows is freezing. beneath beryl waves he imagines a mermaid's tail. his jaw would've hit the floor in that instant if he'd been anyone else in the dreary town, but he was kano, so all he does is stare with a painfully blank intensity.
something like a cough scrapes from a dry throat.
‘why-- again, must i? it seems to me that you can't do it, even if you were starving for days-- weeks, even! ... but, then again, what do i know, right?’
he doesn't mean to mock her so-- he doesn't even realize it until the words gradually slip out, splattering into the open air and making the sea, in contrast, look ugly with his skinny frame and tasteless words lingering about. for a brief second, he considers to take a step further- maybe, to get himself gobbled up and ripped apart-- but a flashing image of his mother is what halts childish actions.
'---- kidding! a-ha~ha! don't fret, i know you're just as vicious as the next~! .... really. it was just hard for me to believe that someone so ca-uuute could have the ability to, ah, you know- slaughter me mercilessly. but! you are what you are, right?'
flattery always comes when he wants to get away scot-free. to fast-forward through legions of lectures and penalties and hit play the day after. he's almost never caught in the act. go figure.
gosh, this is super late and also my fourth try doing this, but finally it’s done, not in time for the new year but close enough! it’s only been two months, but i’d like to think i’ve made some new friends.
banner and art drawn by me
unfortunately there aren’t many blogs that i know too well, so i cant write little personalized messages, though god knows i’d like to. know that you’re all fabulous, even if you didn’t make your way onto this list because lets be real.
rad people i’ll follow till the end of time
basically everyone is in the same list, because again i don’t know anyone here too well. but if you are on this list, know that i really enjoy your presence on my dash, and i do look up to you. some of you are actually people i knew on my other blog, before i went on hiatus ahahh h. … if we aren’t mutuals and you’d like your name taken off this list, just shoot me an ask! i hope to get to know you someday!
in no particular order:
living-a-life-of-deception / fabrxcate / servant-of-ayasaki / chujeog / puroguramu / viirtute / sheepishserpent / blindfoldedleader / notsofearlessleader / bigballoffluff / rxiwai / tatatarata / ausenxia / kiritokenshi / a-littlebirdtoldme / tsundere-sunshine / asahiyo / ardentxlotus / carrotsxdiva / huwathibiya / sempitxrnals / kxnos / wtraven / persxqui / amgods / hikkikomori-memory / mercxrius / rex-umbras
sorry if you didn’t make it on to this list, but that’s all for now! have a wonderful 2015!
—;❝ Nothing quite drastic, simple and easy sights to see how long your mental state can resist before breaking into unimaginable pain..torture for short. Your criteria quite well suits for the things I have thought up on.❞
‘i see, i see. ahaha... though your offer is tempting-- really!-- i'll have to pass. thanks anyways!’

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SURPRISE NERDS. DIDN’T THINK I’D MAKE ONE OF THESE, HUH? Well, yeah same, I wasn’t going to but then was like ‘Eh, what the heck’ and here we are. Anyhowsers!!!
Happy holidays everyone! Hope your day is fabulous and full of love! Speaking of love, lemme express mine. I might have forgotten some people (considering it’s me, I probably did lmao).
Even if you’re not on this, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Smooches you all and hugs you and loves you all to the ends of the earth. Thanks for being amazing and all that cheesy stuff. Merry Christmas darlings. You’re all stellar and fabulous and deserve every little bit of happiness and joy that comes your way.
~ Rika
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theres no hesitance upon his heels. aubade eyes remarked by many as 'cat-like' roll over an all-too tall hospital. hands embrace a familiar comfort as they settle behind his head and he hums a tune that he can't recall the name of. ah, he can almost see his sister appearing upon his shoulder in a miniature form, mentally scolding him for taking such a matter so ( n o n c h a l a n t l y ), but he can't help his lackadaisical tendencies, can he?
probably, if he tried.
.....pfft.
eventually, he'll approach the room he's been instructed to visit, ( a mission, from their commander. ) and neglect to hide the growing ennui remarking his countenance ( such a rude boy. ) -- it wasn't as if he was here to make friends with the other person, it wasn't required, [though] he regretfully reckons that it would put a smile on his sister's face if he were to at least leave a good impression, huh... well, it wasn't as if his purpose had been to be a nuisance, either. ( sorry if he is, though, it's not as if it's a rare occurrence for him to be. ) -- so for now, he'll sit back and knock his fingers upon the door-- a raspy melody of fingers against wood hitting his eardrums-- before opening it completely.
‘haruka...-kun, right~? i've heard all about you.’ his voice chants, doused in an ugly tone of chicanery (though likely, he is the only one who senses this tone: the only one who sees it to begin with.)-- ah, so this is the one nee-chan told him about, huh...
‘i'm here to..ah, keep you company, lets say. but~ it's only for today, because the person you were「expecting」couldn't make it.’
〔KIDO〕
{→} ❝ Oi, Kano—!! Did you have seen my recipe book? ❞
Hoarse intonation lambasting,auburn eyes cemented into fractious glare hovering around the other male, the smaller one, the hinky one.
‘---- your recipe book?’
eyes cast upward from magazine-- an article he fakes interest in, ( -- really, the life of celebrities made no sense! ) one centering around pretentious lives and drama that was hastily put together-- a story that even the despicable can scoff at.
‘ah, why? are you baking me a cake?’
〔who knows!〕
as out of thin air, an spot in reality is taken for the eyes of spectator — be it only one, or seven. the serpent’s vessel is to fall in the sightfield of his target, his puppet.
and he waits, patiently, a smile lingering on pale features, serpentine optics fixed on the one that had strings tied to limbs, connected to his fingers. it was like being the puppetmaster!
the puppeteer of an act that would play again and again until the audience’s eyes would grow sore of such brutal plays.
a chuckle escapes lips.
what had it been, he ponders, that gave presence number two away? it hadn't been sound nor pheromone, & they hadn't been in his range of vision. the answer is simple: it is the ambience he (senses), somehow. something vile, hairs on the back of his neck involuntary standing up-- -- t h e a i r s t i l l i n g.
there is nothing "new" about this feeling. ---- && he knows this.
he halts in his tracks-- continuing is futile, the thought alone is dangerous-- giving out their hideout only predicts tragedy. so he'll spin on his heel, a smile so naturally carved upon his countenance, fingers floating through wisps of night air.
( inwardly, somewhere he snickers. he keeps on his toes. the blood of irony fills his dry mouth. )
‘ ah, hey.’
’ really, & here i thought the whole ’ shut-in ’ deal was the primary reason. ’
‘--- who knows? the world's full of surprises, shintaro-kun! ah, not that you'd know of most of them, pffft... shut-in, right?’

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〔who knows!〕
kxnos
—;❝You..rather seem like a durable piece of antique, you don’t mind if I give you a bit of a test run, now do you?❞
‘ah, is that so....? i'm touched~! ---- but, what, exactly, do you mean by "test run"? ’
thanks for 222+ followers—!!
so here’s a fast short & sweet & probaaably missing 222 people ff, okok, off the top of my head, here are some blogs that i rly love and i dont even know what my dash would be without them, these are friends that id want to individually promo like everyday minus liz, bye liz
you can prob hover for a pretty message if u try hard enough (squeeze it)
♬ — the best :: ⇲
cvo2v2
♬ — the i-miss-u gang :: ⇲
cvo1 • cvo2a • chxmera
♬ — the homies :: ⇲
singinghomo • hatechan • busui • hxroisms
♬ — the loves :: ⇲
cv01miku • sekushibanana • youki—ko • twindrills • lou just lou • mxcloid • dxsgusting • oishiiringo • carrxt • shizukagitaa • crv-01 • hachidoremi
♬ — raya :: ⇲
riremoncul • psaem • kxnos • praemunios • puoser • eidoru • kasiae • toukao • chairudos • tekisus • noiea • lyingdelicacy • eusis • iryuujon • nairabbu • edgewacky • usaui • fjurs • xlydo
okay there im done bye i love myself #kagaminerinrules