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unprompted ( always accepting. )

@elemental5​ said: HAEUN IS GOING TO HOLD KAMILA’S HAND SO HARD!!!

Despite Claudine’s haughty attitude, she was surprisingly a softie, huh…? Happiness was a luxury people like her couldn’t afford. Her father, a tycoon in the entertainment industry, had already made that known from the moment she was born. She mulled over those words but her expression did not betray her feelings. She had never given much thought as to what would make her happy. There was only the road that had been laid out for her-she just had to follow it as instructed…or so she thought. Perhaps she didn’t have to set foot on it at all. Could it be she could diverge from that path already set out for her?  

As always, Arisa set a hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. It was all too characteristic of Liu, whose reputation was known as soon as she had transferred in her freshman year, unlike Claudine-someone so goal oriented, so passionate, she had worked her way to the top. The investment of all that time, all those hours…it was admirable to see Claudine in action (on and off stage, although Arisa wouldn’t admit it).  

“…I’m happiest on stage.” Ever the one to play the role of the villain in contrast to the other’s ‘hero’-Arisa could not help but add fuel to the flame of Claudine’s spirit. It would be all too easy to bait her and the playful side in Arisa couldn’t resist the urge. “If you don’t feel the same, maybe you should rethink your priorities…or could it be that you’ve been studying that Tendo girl too hard lately?”

     The nature of living things was simple: they changed. They grew and discovered and reconsidered their choices. For people like Arisa and Maya and Kaoruko —well, they had been molded by their families in such a way that it was impossible to say just who’d they be otherwise. Yet, it was irrefutable that they did love the stage, that they did find happiness there.

     Could someone truly be happy with the stage alone, and nothing else?

     Unfortunately, Arisa’s comment had her choking on her words. “Stu— And just what does Maya have to do with that? I’m a Stage Girl too, with or without her!” Years, she’d been on the stage for years before she’d even heard the name Tendo Maya. Had her own reputation! A child prodigy! Stood at position zero! Yes, she’d been there. Her face soften, some of her irritation fading from her expression. Yes, before Maya, when she’d been the best every time, she had learned just how lonely the stage could be. 

iruma’s  eyes  lock  on  to  the  girl  walking  not  but  a  few  meters  away  from  her.    the  strange  attire  she  wears,    the  way  she  carries  herself...    could  it  be  that  iruma  has  managed  to  stumble  across  a  COSPLAYER  out  here  in  the  wild ?    being  a  connoisseur  of  all  things  internet,    miu  has  heard  of  such  people  before  --  she’s  even  seen  them  before  briefly  at  the  few  conventions  she’s  bothered  to  go  to.    but  to  see  one  out  in  the  wild  is  a  rare  sight !

❝  OI,    YOU !  ❞    clutching  her  nintendo  switch  tightly  in  one  hand,    iruma  attempts  to  flag  the  poor  woman  down  with  the  other.    well,    it  helps  that  she’s  so  loud,    at  least.    the  gamer  waves  her  hand  around  before  her  legs  start  to  carry  her  to  the  other.    ❝  yeah,    you !    you’re  a  cosplayer,    right ?!    you  gotta  let  me  take  a  picture,    dude !  ❞

@elemental5​

BGM; Sigmund’s Theme

     [ The ‘hives’, most called it. The most underbelly within the cities of the kingdoms, the home of the ‘have nots’, where the line between the rich and poor was drawn, where crime ran rampant and no light dared to touch. Even as the world slowly began to move on from the cataclysms that followed the moon’s descent, there were parts of the world like these that remained the same. Looking at the such miserably state the people lived, one would question: ‘Where have the gods gone?’ It was almost as though the gods... simply have gone either silent, or simply didn’t care. Mayhaps their world was far too tainted, that their creators simply turned their back against the plight of mortals. ] 

     [ At least, that was how a lone man, chewing against the tip of a small toothpick thought when he looked at the world with his very own eyes. The gods did, indeed exist, but long have they since stopped care. For what reason? Only gods know their own intentions, much like how an ant wouldn’t be able to comprehend - or much less attempt to understand what humans were thinking. The thought of everything being bound by them, however, simply made his stomach turn. Even the time itself, everything being pre-ordained so that he would simply lose... everything. At the end of everything, Sigmund could not save anything - or anyone. ] 

     [ However, the man’s train of thoughts broke when a nearby girl called out to him: ] 

“Could it be? I think you’re like me! It’s a similar energy!” 

𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 – @elemental5.

   Blood drips off the sword in her hand, crimson splatters in bright contrast against the white of her dress and the paleness of her skin. But amongst all this grotesquerie, the victim of her violence is still standing.

        And it pisses her off to no end, especially that the jackass is still blabbing.

     “ You know, you could just die. It’d make everything a lot easier, considering me stabbing you was kind of the whole point in that. “ Her nose scrunches with a snarl, growling out her un-enthused response. Really, he had the audacity to fucking live after that?!