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belldandy07 replied to your post:There should be a warning label on my stories…

There’s nothing wrong with you making masterpieces and sharing them openly. If we wrote stories about a puppy in the park, we would be very, very boring. I think writing about topics close to us gives wondrous life to our work. 🙂

Yeah BUT *sobs a little* I am making myself sad over putting my characters through all that crap! I also told Flo about my plans and she was just like ‘dude, why would you do that?’, if that indicates anything.

Girl, Flo has ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO TALK IF YOU ARE OUT THERE YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW. Torturing characters or putting them in tough situations is what makes a story what it is. Never ever ever feel ashamed of what you write, Viva.

Ah, don’t get mad at her! The fact that I’m getting a reaction out of her, means I’ve done my job 😀 I just feel really bad about torturing my characters because they’re real human beings to me.

Oh, I’m not mad at her! We just both torture our characters pretty bad. I get it and if you feel bad, it means you succeeded.

Are you kidding me?-Stick

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stickfingercorps:

chroniclesoffireflies:

Send me an “Are you kidding me?!” and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will tell yours. (This is late; I am a fail.)

7. “My great grandparents don’t know anything so shh.”

Makoto squirmed, under the other person’s incredulous look. If he weren’t already blushing as red as a tomato, he would’ve turn bright red.

“My great grandparents don’t know anything,” He repeated, desparate, “So shh.”

Ami put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.

“It’s okay Makoto. Everyone goes through a clown phase at some point in their lives,” he rummaged his hand in his pocket and pulled out a red rubber nose to match the one on Makoto, “See? I’ve got your back, bruh.”

Already flustered, Makoto quickly ripped the rubber nose off, resisting the urge to wave his arms around like a maniac. “T-That’s not it! That kind of came out wrong but, um-“

If he hadn’t been so unnerved now, Makoto probably would’ve grabbed Ami by the vest. Instead, Makoto pulled Ami down to his level by the ear. “I got an F on the Literature test today; ” Makoto whispered in Ami’s ear. “If my parents find out, they’re gonna kill me!”

Ami half smiled incredulously, “Seriously? For flunking a dumb test in a subject that isn’t your forte? Dude, that Aeneas stuff- nobody understands it. Oh right!”

He rummaged through his backpack before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.

“Ta da! If your parents give you guff, just show them this and say ‘at least I’m not that guy’ haha!”

His mid progress report card showed straight Cs and Ds in all subjects but one which simply sported a red ?.

“Chapman Sensei gave me that one for physics. I think it’s ’cause I drew a comic about Isaac Newton on our last test instead of answering the open ended question. Kaede thought it was cool, though.”

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stickfingercorps:

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The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.

“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.

The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.

“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”

The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.

Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.

The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.

“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”

Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”

Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his

“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”

He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”

Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”

He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”

Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”

The bell rang for the start of class.

“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.

Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it.

“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class."

Are you kidding me?-Stick

chroniclesoffireflies:

Send me an “Are you kidding me?!” and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will tell yours. (This is late; I am a fail.)

7. “My great grandparents don’t know anything so shh.”

Makoto squirmed, under the other person’s incredulous look. If he weren’t already blushing as red as a tomato, he would’ve turn bright red.

“My great grandparents don’t know anything,” He repeated, desparate, “So shh.”

Ami put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.

“It’s okay Makoto. Everyone goes through a clown phase at some point in their lives,” he rummaged his hand in his pocket and pulled out a red rubber nose to match the one on Makoto, “See? I’ve got your back, bruh.”

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chroniclesoffireflies:

(Sorry this is late ^^ Thanks for sending this in anon!)

☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect

Well, I have quite a few people. Meeting them was one of the best things that happened to me on Tumblr.

lunaswritingcafe: The mun’s a real sweetie and an amazing writer and storyteller too. I LOVE her characters and her storylines too, both being so detailed. And to be honest…I look up to her as a role model in both writing and in personality. ^//^

serenasterling: Also a sweetie-pie 🙂 She’s amazing at roleplaying and I love how well-developed and detailed her muses are. I also admire how she takes genuine interest in her friends’ lives. She’s pocket full of sunshine 🙂

hawtladiesman: First of all, I LOVE her muse, Jay. He seems incrediably realistic to me, not just in personality, but in the way he speaks and acts. It’s like I’m actually interacting with him in real life! But anyways, the mun- kind and very chill. I love how she’s open to any kind of conversation and how she’s always here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on.

enhancedblaze: Well, what can I say? XD I love having conversations with her- they’re always amusing. Plus, even though she’s on hiatus right now, I still get happy seeing her online. As for her muses- INCREDIABLY REALISTIC AND DEVELOPED. It’s like her characters are real people with real flaws and strengths.

stickfingercorps: AH STICKY! 🙂 She’s a new rp partner of mine, but already, she is a great roleplayer! If you’re looking for an rp partner, she’s definitely someone to check out! Plus, as a person, she is one of the most creative, loyal, and likable muns you can ever meet. I know her in real life, so I can say this with absolute certainty. Plus, I WANT her writing style and how easily she can slip into a character’s mind set.

Thank you :DDDDD. You are such a sweetie when you wanna be XD. But seriously, thank you. This means so much, and thank you for endorsing me.

❤ – Stick

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stickfingercorps:

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stickfingercorps:

“Akiyama, Kaede. Also class 1-C. Why do you ask, sensei?”

He beamed at them and clapped his hands together, “Nice! I guess I won’t have to teach you how to work this one, then? You’d be surprised how complicated some people make stargazing. And you’re both 1-C’s too! That’s mighty convenient. My name is Mr. Chapman but you can call me Dave- oh wait. Never mind that would get us all in trouble: I guess Chapman-Sensei’s fine. What was I saying again?”

“You asked if we were-”

“Right, right sorry. I’m the newly assigned homeroom teacher for 1-C, that’s why I was interested. Speaking of which,” he looked down at his watch, “We should get to that class before I set a bad example with tardiness.”

He waved them to follow him out of the room as the five minute warning bell rang. Kaede dropped back so that Makoto could catch up and they followed him to the top of the stairs. Barely anyone was in the main hall at this point, and the upperclassmen had all dispersed to their homerooms, so the stairs were empty save the three of them. It was when Kaede and Makoto were on the third step from the top that it happened.

A crash sounded from around the corner behind them, and as Kaede turned to look, she saw a girl with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes run down the steps, bump into Makoto, and shove something (it looked like a leather bound notebook) into his hands before leaping down the steps: taking them two at a time.

Not a second after she hit the bottom landing, a messy haired blond boy skidded drom around the corner to the balcony at the top of the steps. He spotted the fleeing girl and yelled a foreign obscenity. in a single, sweeping, movement, he launched himself over the banister by using his hands as a fulcrum with which to swing the rest of his body over. He landed with less of a thud than was expected, and took off without barely any pause. In three running strides, he had caught up to the girl, and he tackled her to the ground.

Kaede cried out in shock and looked around for Mr. Chapman, but he had disappeared into his homeroom.

He stumbled back in surprise when the mysterious running girl had shoved the leather-bound journal shut into his arms. Not quite studying what the item was yet, he snapped his head back to top of the staircase where Makoto caught sight of a foreign-looking boy.

As this said boy launched himself over the banister, with wide eyes, Makoto couldn’t couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy, entranced by the boy’s gracefulness. Of course, the whole ‘wow-he’s-really-good’ moment ended in a flash once Makoto caught sight of the boy tackling the mystery girl to the ground. Wincing that how that had to hurt, Makoto forgot about getting a teacher for chasing the short distance after the chasing-running pair.

He slid to a stop at the scene of the two wrestling, the journal still nestled in his arms. “H-Hey! Stop it!” He exclaimed, panting slightly. “W-Why are you two fighting to begin with?!”

“Give it!” the Blonde growled at the girl, as soon as they went down.

He sat on her back with his legs wrapped around hers, locking them under him and pulling one of her arms back as if to break it. She whipped her head back strategically, bashing him in the nose, hard. He winced but held firm. She turned to another strategy, then.

“Aiee! Get off of me, you pervert!” She cried out in a squeaky, high pitched voice, struggling against him to no avail, “I don’t even have it anymore!”

She heard the red haired boy’s call and turned to him as much as she could, in the other’s embrace “Oh run away you dear child! Can’t you see what a terrible brute he is? Run you clever boy- yach!”

The blonde shoved the girl away from him, popping her arm out of its socket, and stood. He turned to Makoto and strode over, deliberately. Blood trickled from his nose and the area around it had purpled already on his complexion. The flourescent light seemed to turn his green eyes to steel: metallic as the rings on his right ear.

He completely ignored Kaede and instead walked up to Makoto, sretched out a hand, and spoke four, gruff, punctuated words.

“Give. Me. The. Book.”

One thing, Makoto hated about himself: he never reacted well under pressure. And when he was put under pressure, he rarely made the decisions that would most likely keep him out of trouble. The sole reason he always thought got him schoolyard bullies.

He took a step back with wide eyes and tightened his grip around the book. Bad enough the girl seemed a bit out there (not that he was any better), but the guy, though slim, was glaring at him. “Um…uh…I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“She doesn’t want you to have it, but…you might h-have a good reason for chasing her, I guess?” Timidly, he glanced up at foreign-looking student and then at Kaede behind him. Help…please? This guy’s scaring me!

Finally though, he studied the leather bound notebook, unable to withhold his curiosity. Gingerly, Makoto lifted the cover. “W-What’s so important about this book anyways?”

“Don’t!”

The blonde lunged forward to grab the book, but Kaede took hold of Makoto around the waist and lifted up and back: swinging him behind her. The attacker nearly lost his balance, but he hit the step with his palms, braced himself and steadied back to his feet. He glared at Kaede with gritted teeth.

“I don’t want to fight you, Akiyama, just give me the book and I’ll go.”

She winced in surprise; had her reputation preceeded her? So much for a blank slate.No matter, she wasn’t going to let some guy threaten her new friend.

“Nah.”

They locked eyes. His narrowed. He looked behind her at the tiny red head, rolled his shoulders and sighed.

“Look, kid. That is very personal material and I would greatly appreciate if you returned it.”

The hurt girl moaned in pain. “Owwwwwww…. my arm HURTS you meanie!”

RP Starter

This is a Shojo/Shonen role-play with my friend based around a group Japanese highschool students who, under the pushing of first year Ami Mori, form a very unique school club. Their club goal? Defend the weak and give them the tools to defend themselves: both physically and psychologically. If you experience a bullying problem or suffer from the area’s thugs and yankees: give them a buzz or tip off, and they will help you for free. When they aren’t too busy practice sparring, that is.

Note: Japan schools start a new year in the spring

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It was the first day of a new year. it was pouring. April did not spare the soggy masses of students as they squelched through the halls to find their homerooms. It was a happy day for some though: those who had been separated from their friends since break started. GIrls squealed and hugged each other while the guys stood around grunting amicably. Those who had been driven by chauffers were evident in the fact that their hair and clothes were dry, and, since few students drove/owned their own cars, these were easy to spot.

Kaede Akiyama leaned against the wall in the main hall, surveying the other newbies. There were a great many middleschools in the city, so many first years, especially merit and scholarship students, were starting out completely alone. Kaede was one of the latter, along with her friend Jikki who, as per usual, was late.

Kaede sighed and looked around. Maybe it would be a good idea to get to know some other kids this year. After middleschool’s obnoxious social dickery, she was looking forward to a blank slate.