#da2b

This is possibly two days late ;;u;;;;; but,

7/2- Happy Birthday Yukie Seki!

Hope you have a not-despairing birthday!

{NARA DREAMLAND} // a long overdue mix for black's survivors

Ambulances Ladytron || Ocean Breathes Salty Modest Mouse ||Dreamers and the DeadHomestuck ||Nara Dreamland Nicole Dollanganger || Survivor's Guilt Coma Cinema || The Boxer Mumford and Sons || Worried About Ray (Acoustic) The Hoosiers || Eat Shit and Die Electric President || One Foot in Front of the Other Emilie Autumn || Your Hand in Mind (Goodbye) Explosions in the Sky

which i'll never get to use because SOMEBODY decided to get away with murder and survive the entire game even though she totally didn't deserve to live

but i'm pretty proud of it (and no one's going to see it on shizuka's blog lbr who checks their da2's anymore) so i'm just going to post the basic outline under the cut :^0

Shizuka Fujiwara was not going to survive high school.

For anyone who seemed to think otherwise, having a so-called ‘intellectual’ talent such as being the Super High School Level Poet does not mean that one was necessarily a good student. In fact, it was almost the opposite, with her not being able to juggle most of her studies aside from the necessary English and Japanese linguistics courses. Of course. Only a few weeks into the school year and she was already swamped with work. Not that she could really remember to do any of it in the first place… how was she supposed to focus on things like math and history when she had a deadline for a draft coming up in less than a month and her publisher was already getting on her case about getting things polished up and yes she didn’t go to bed until 5 AM last night and-

Deep breaths. Stressing out about things wasn’t good. If anything, that would just lead to her getting exhausted and stressed out, which in turn would only lead to her pulling her hair out and being minutes away from an emotional breakdown on the floor of her room at midnight while trying to concentrate. Which she didn’t need, especially considering she decided to accept the invitation to attend this school because she was trying to get over her debilitating low sense of self-esteem. Great.

She lingered outside of the school, her notebooks pressed tightly against her chest as she watched various other students go in. Her focus was only briefly interrupted by watching some tattooed guy walk past her loudly arguing with some white-haired girl about physics, until she thought she saw someone from her class. They… yeah, she knew them!

The poet made her way over to the other student, timidly approaching them and smiling.

“Um… hi? We’re… er, we’re in the-”

She broke eye contact, stumbling over her words. What a nerd.

“Same… class… I think."

Did she really pay that much attention to her classmates? Not really, it wasn’t like she was expecting them to be any different than they were at her last school… especially when they seemed to be so… weird… like that one guy who always wore that beautiful, majestic horse mask (note to self: write a poem about its sheer glory later, when no one else is around) or the boy who sat next to her that had that ridiculously huge nose and also seemed to never know what was going on. He was actually kinda nice though, even if she had only spoken to him once and that had to be one of the awkwardest conversations she had ever partaken in during her entire life-

Focus, Shizuka. She let out a quiet, unsure laugh, as though she was trying to act a lot more natural than she felt. A certain somebody here had no experience trying to approach people for things, it seemed.

yes it does! BRING ME ALL THE DOUBT

akira shraeki