❀ ┈┈ she was itching to get her hands on the book,  to return to konan and see the others again. it just felt like here --  she didn’t fit. miaka glanced over at the girl approaching her, biting her lip and hoping that she didn’t mess up another interaction here in the ‘ real world ‘. “ oh -- hey ! “ she said, giving a friendly smile. “ what’s  up ? ” 

𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.  *  /  @pafue  !

𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.  *  /  @pafue  !

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! // [ accepting! ]

( ✉ → received 11:11PM ) i think my neighbor is an alien. 

Seconds– no, minutes seemed to have passed by as the deaf man couldn’t help but fix a deadpan gaze on the screen of his phone. Not wasting another minute, calloused digits tapped away on the screen. It took him a while, he was still getting used to text messaging in the first place. His large fingers seemed to fumble unto a key he wasn’t going for.

( ✉ → sent 11:23PM ) if they aint wearin a tin foil hat like u( ✉ → sent 11:25PM ) then theyre an alien

waking up starters

send a symbol for your muse to wake mine by;🍳– cooking breakfast 

      Shirayuki scratched her head gently as she awoke from her slumber. She’d been up late the night before testing a new batch of Betony plants and writing down all the things she’d learned about it. Even though she was supposed to do it today, she figured she’d get a headstart on it– but ended up doing it all. She figured the morning would be just like any other.. except a smell was coming from her kitchen. It smelled like… breakfast. That was odd. Shirayuki usually never made breakfast because she often wound up getting herself too busy to eat it. Maybe one of her neighbors was cooking breakfast and left their window open.. Yeah, that was probably it.  

      She rose slowly, reaching her arms above her head and a tiny crack sounding from her neck as she rolled it. She lived alone in a small apartment above her herb shop. As she began to walk towards her bathroom, she caught sight of movement within her small kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon had become much stronger as she approached. She peeked her head out to see a girl with pink hair cooking in her kitchen. Shirayuki just watched for a moment before becoming extremely confused about who this girl was and why she was making breakfast in her apartment. Was it a good idea to talk to someone who seemed to have broken into your apartment? She wasn’t sure– but what else could she do? 

( ok. first of all. HOW DARE YOU ) 

⊰☠⊱ — It’s been days, maybe weeks since he last seen her. Her-- Nina. Being in her company was like finally being able to breathe again, being at peace, being able to just be himself without worry or concern. Just being, with her. She brought out the best in him, helped with the kindness he already possessed. A girl so pure and innocent, who was far too good for this world. He was grateful for being able to be know her and be around her. Her company was always welcomed. She probably misses him as dearly as he missed her. Nicolas would make sure to treat her to something nice. Another night out, she really enjoyed that-- sharing laughter with everyone. Like everything was good. Took all the bad that’s happened.

‘Soon.’

Was all he could think, eager for his return. Another long trip, another long job. Long but completed. Finished. All he had to do was find his way back. The return wasn’t a difficult task. He made sure to remember how to get there. Even if he couldn’t memorize everything with a single glance, like Worick, it wasn’t all too hard to remember.

Rounding a corner, a small girl turned the corner-- hair similar to Nina’s. It couldn’t be her, it just couldn’t. Wouldn’t make any sense but still-- he wanted to make sure. Needed to make sure. His eyes were probably playing tricks. The effects one had to suffer from all the celebrer he took. He was no stranger to that-- he downed them like no one’s business. Like an addict getting his fix.

Mind in disarray, his feet took over-- taking him towards that girl. It didn’t take long for him to catch up. 

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@allnostalgic replied to your post: tumblr’s letting you answer with..

IT HASNT FIXED FOR ME EITHER

   ⚛ ⚛ — ❝ Typical. SO very typical.   I’m not going to lie -- I hoped for the best there buuut.. ❞

@youngesper replied to your post: tumblr’s letting you answer with..

ASDCFVGBHN HAVE YOU TRIED TO GO BACK AND EDIT ? ALL MINE POST BROKEN AS HECK TOO, BUT IF I DO REDO THE FORMATTING AFTER ITS OK.