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     HIATUS NOTICE//// WILL BE BACK BY EITHER THE END OF APRIL OR THE MIDDLE OF MAY. i love akane a lot. i have no plans of leaving her, but right now although my muse is high i don’t want to write her. i may come back with a new url + account--who knows. i’m taking a break from psycho-pass for a while

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tagged by: @kaiinojoo ← nerd nerd nerd nerd alert

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. betrayal.

some old meme thing goodbye this is so late

     “...Are you serious, Kougami-san?”

     It was cold. The wind bit at her skin through her shirt--it fingered her skin, chilling the surface gently, caressing around her curves. Her hands had fallen numb & felt motionless. She held onto his shirt reluctantly; it was cliche. “We should wait for reinforcements.”

     Akane had always been easy to read--from her eyes, to her facial movements, to the way her muscles contracted, to the shaking voice that grew stronger the more she set her eyes onto something. She was screaming, don’t go, I’ll take you back, let me do it for you. “...Nostalgic, isn’t it, Kougami-san?” she then commented, smiling a little bit. It was cold. Blistered feet were pounding; her calves were burning; that feeling in your gut after you sprint at full speed, trying to catch up--that kind of feeling. Mundane thoughts flooded her head as tears started to flood the corners of her eyes. Ah. What a pointless life she’d lived up until now--what a pointless lie she’d been trying to protect. There was no way that someone like him could understand.

       After all, he was the one who ran from it.       No bitter feelings. She felt sick.       I’ll go. I won’t fail. I’ll do it this time.

     Mm. Nails etched against the cheap cloth, stretching it & disfiguring the color. His blood coated her fingertips, although she didn’t mind. Akane looked at his disfigured, sucker-punched, sour-colored face. His eyes. The scratch next to his lips, the bruise on his cheek, his long eyelashes. And she burned that image into her memory--at least, as much as she could before he could catch onto her irrational behavior. She’d always been entranced by his visage. Since the first day she looked at him, she had been curious. He had this kind of charisma that she couldn’t describe--it was something she liked. It was something she’d never experienced before.

     It was hard to say if that feeling were gone or not. She wasn’t thinking very straight. “Kougami-san.”

bucket list once i get off this almost-semi-hiatus:

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