#ridakon

that emoji though.

♦ - For a rushed text.

[ Text To: Partner ] srry dud runing l8 2day and just geting on the train now cn u sav me a seat 4 whn i get ther????

♥ - For a regular text.

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Yukiko Amagi, Boy with Earring

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmates | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed (AU) | first meeting | other

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19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

Coming to Gekkoukan on scholarship was an honor and obviously required a lot of effort and work on Minako’s part but I think it also allowed her to believe that life had reached a more normalized state of being. From losing both her parents when she was young and living in the wake of that, having a good learning opportunity that could offer some stability into life was probably promising and it came with much more baggage than she expected. I would not say she regrets becoming a part of S.E.E.S. or even resents that her position is something she ought to be doing but I definitely think that she wasn’t expecting something so dangerous and unstable out of something that seemed so promising of a constant in life.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

Minko has a very keen and adaptable sense of humor. She likes silly, dumb jokes but also giggles at dry humor and can play along with a multitude of different kinds of comedy.

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

“Whooooa, those are some pretty nice moves you’ve got there!” 

☂ :Storms or clear skies?

Clear skies. Sunny days that remind her of the day at the beach and the day on the roof are her favorites.

⊗ :What is something that causes them to question themself?

✠ ᴏ ʙ s ᴇ ʀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ᴏ ғ — ✠

The fog was thick as smoke and made for strangled breaths. Every step sent a clatter of echoes bouncing from non-existent walls, accompanied by a shallow panting that sounded more like a dog than a human. Even if you stood still, the musty fog, neither warm nor cool, continued to shift around you. There were no landmarks, everything looked the same in every direction. She kept moving, looking for a way out, but finding none. Fear felt like a malady in her body, constricting her lungs and making her palms clammy. 

Finally she could see something up ahead, but as she got closer it was just an old television. As if sensing her approach, it clicked on with an abnormally warped screech, static warped the screen with images that went by to quick but instilled a sense of discomfort so deep that she felt ill. Finally it stopped. She watched a figure on the dusty screen edge into focus. Was that... senpai? But wait— there were others, her friends. All of their backs were turned, and she was suddenly eerily aware of her own presence between them. Something about it felt... wrong. 

Reaching out with clumsy fingers she tried to press through the screen, but found only the touch of glass. She looked over her shoulder, and saw a hunched over shape just as it hurried backwards into the fog. Was there laughter...? She tried again, the bellies of her hands pushing against the screen, but it began to slip back into a black and white mesh, digital hissing clouding her ears. Then something shot out of it and grabbed her by the shoulders—

Rise sat up with a choked gasp, tangled in her bedsheets, alone save for the ticking tail of her cat shaped clock. For a few moments she felt as though she needed to catch her breath, then rose from her bed and gently pulled back her curtains a tiny faction. There hadn't been any rain, so of course there was no fog. She felt wrong all over, unjustifiable fear clutched her like those black hands that imprinted stubbornly in her subconscious. 

She checked her phone, squinting at the bright light until the clock became clear. 1:13 AM. She scrolled through her contacts slowly only stopping when she got to his name. A manner of thoughts ran through her head; it was late, he was sleeping, it was a bother. After a few moments she ticked the 'call' button with her thumb and pressed it to her ear. Maybe even just a couple of words could soothe demons lurking about in her head, though guilt sunk in deeper with each buzz of the tone.

❝…❞ 

Just a groggy hello. A simple what's wrong. Anything would be better than silence.