#graveyardtrees

        “It's a ravenous world, and the ceiling is very tall.” Naux, on the other hand, leaned toward the opposite side of the height spectrum. “There's a weight, and a climb, and a ladder, and many fall...but the cream of crop never stops!” Someone had a healthy dose of self-confidence. Was he picking up what she was putting down?

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accepting | @graveyardtrees​ - for Prince Hans Westergaard! 

As it was supposed to be a normal day in Seoul, South Korea, Kim merely tapping on the woman’s shoulder. He may felt something not right as he severely hates villains regardless of reasons.

If the Korean police force won’t do anything, he will once confirmed.

          a shock of pink obscured her vision, heavy with its sheer thickness and mussed and knotted in the throes of fitful slumber. she hadn’t normally slept so terribly --- in fact, hilda found herself so rock-still most nights brushing her hair out with her fingers would have worked in a pinch. things had gotten a lot more complicated in recent weeks and the pressure to perform held her against her bed by the throat. if it weren’t for marianne’s position of equal peril and resulting relocation to a shared rent housing situation hilda was liable to be held there for the entire day.

          and yet the scent of------what was that? gently scorched granola?------pulled her from her covers; a reminder that she wasn’t in this alone. rearranging her hair on her scalp and pressing the heels of her hands to her stinging eyelids, hilda rose and shone... in her own way. as her heels carried her out into the kitchenette, her ravaged hair found itself pulled up and away from her face into a hair tie with no concern for how ridiculous she may have looked. 

          when it came to marianne appearances weren’t everything---maybe they weren’t even anything. 

( the idea of anyone else but her seeing hilda looking so unkempt made the surface of her skin feel like the inner workings of a massage chair. )

“You’re alive? Good.” She merely checked this girl as she’s fine as she is. Saya doesn’t need to worry about that but the munchers were the problem. Here’s hoping she’s a cooperative one or both of them would be munched if there’s a disoriented moment. 

And it was even in Kodachi’s school too except there’s no one here than two of them.

“I knew you’re going to say that. I needed your help so i can get back into Boy Ranma and you’re the only one i spotted on.” Should have brought him a water container filled with hot water next time. Ranma just want to be away from those so-called ‘simps’ chasing his girl version.