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I write, like to think I'm funny, like to think I can draw, and make costumes.
Boueibu is my current obsession, along with Sailor Moon.
I have too many OTP's.
I also colorize old photos and enjoy history (history is my passion, I hope to become a Historian)
PanicRyuu eyed the damn thing that was on his shoulder-- a stupid pimple. They're awful, they're red all around with an ugly tint of yellow in the middle. He fingers around it and squeezed.
The club room door opened, and Atsushi appeared, greeting, "Good morning, everyone; I have something important to give out,"
"Good morning, Atsushi," En waved at him, though he went back face-flat on the desk. Yumoto though was curious as Atsushi expected.
"Good morning, senpai, what is it?" Yumoto stared at him with a smile.
"Everyone, this is my pen pal," Atsushi began as he introduced a young man from behind, "Paul Sharma," He was about Io's age and height, with coffee-skin, square-shaped glasses, golden eyes, and black, sharp, gelled-up hair. A green sweater was over his torso, with a white shirt and a black tie under it. "We've been talking over skype for months and he decided to come over for a visit!"
It was at that point, Ryuu poped his pimple, pus flying out, landing on his desk.
What's Better? (Flash Fic)"What could be better than girls?!" Ryuu squeed his fists under his chin.
"A full wallet, quiet, and a beautiful view of the city," Io retorted, typing a number into his calculator.
DishonorStrange purple mist crawled around every corner of Vesta.
Vesta stood there as if he woke up from a deep sleep. He blinked at least twice, seeing a small hole in the mist before him. What the? What was it doing there? What was he even doing here? How did he even get here? Vesta took a few steps forward, the hole becoming larger at every step. With a brow arched, Vesta took one last step, as the mist behind him disappeared like vapor from a pot.
And there she was in all of her youth. Long, copper hair flowing down to her back, as her body was coated in a silver, side-sliced, sleeveless gown.
She turned around and smiled at him. "Oh... it's you," she began, gently floating over to him.
Vesta tensed, turning his head at her, as she floated around his body. "You're the one with the affinity for women and the like, yes?" she asked him, her aqua eyes looking at his brown ones.
Vesta licked his lip. "Yes.."
The strange young lady twirled on one toe, st
Jokes and the LikeRyuu groaned, looking up from his phone as he was sitting in the Do-Nothing room. "When does school end?" He needed to know. He was going to meet with a girl and didn't want to run late and whatnot.
That was when Io grunted, eyes still on his calculator and notepad. "When you graduate,"
"So practically NEVER!" Atsushi suddenly spout out, letting go of his crossword puzzle. He burst into chuckles, his face the same as a laughing emoji.
Ryuu was disgusted, "Ugh, what the hell, Io?"
The latter shook his head around. "You got a sixty-five on your last science test, what else?"
Atsushi clapped his hand on the desk, "En would ask the same thing!"
"Io--can't you say something that's less drabby?" Ryuu asked, standing up from his seat.
CasedIo felt so insecure about this.
He had been found by some people and taken to a facility, but he felt so insecure about this.
Io was sitting in an office, where he was told to wait for the master to arrive, rubbing his bare arms. He didn't want this, he needed to be back with his group before the undead come for them. The young man grabbed his head, wanting to cry.
When Io bit his lip, he felt a noise erupt from the closet just a few inches from him. He turned his head to it and saw the gold-rimmed closet make another, caused by something inside. What the? He pondered. Maybe it would be good to look around the office for a little.
Io stood up, grabbing his katana from the side of the couch and strapping it on. He walked up to the closet slowly, hand going for the hilt, just in a case.
He landed his right hand on the closet handle and opened it. There, a soft blue blur fell flat on the floor, as a dark potato sack was ridden over its head. Its hands were tightly bound b
Sorry, Not Sorry (God of Love AU-Inspired)She had rich, copper skin, golden-brown almond-shaped eyes, and smooth, black hair. She'd be something that would be painted on a canvas and then be hung up in a museum-- but sadly, she could never-- if it were not for her job. Kill. Mostly, kill their her before he ruled as the God of Love. She pulled out three, golden needles from her pants, kissing them before she launched them at Epinard.
Epinard held his staff before him, hoping to deflect them, but they only passed through his staff, piercing into his chest and face.
"Darn it!" he cried out, landing on his backside, dropping his staff.
"Get her!!" ordered the heir, Yumoto, pointing straight at her.
Vesta cried out, "On it!" he shut one eye fired his Vesta Love Ignit, but the young assassin jumped in the air, her arms wrapped around her knees, head above the beam. She was smiling, giggling under her teeth. Vesta grit his teeth, swearing, "The hell?"
She ran over to Vesta, and jumped, her right fo