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instead of having a regular amount of ocs like any normal human, here’s the wip of the new muselist that will be coming to this blog, i’m STILL WORKING ON IT so please be nice!!
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hey. so. like. i’m gonna add like 50 more ocs here sometime soon so that means i might actually do tags and stuff properly. for now here’s taylor jane lloyd, better known as tj. she’s shsl heavy metal poet and i love her
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@fungeos.
‘ get my international fame under my belt early, huh?’ leon beams, slinging an arm over her shoulders and spinning the keyring deftly on one finger. he’s in a really damn good mood – it’s like that, with leon. when he makes progress, when he sees long-awaited results spring from his hard work, he’s elated, driven, passionate, even. when he’s working to no avail, it’s different. ‘now you can’t get rid of me – i’ll fly over to canada and use my star quality english to find you again.’
ebony laughs brightly, gently slapping her towel against his leg, before placing a hand around his waist, kicking out her feet one at a time. “ exactly ! what the hell’s the world gonna do when leon kuwata takes on canada ? imagine the stadiums screaming- your adoring audience, totally ready to lose their minds. canada ain’t ready for that one, kid. ” she reaches to ruffle his hair playfully, pride glowing in the apples of her cheeks.
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THE FIFTY-FOURTH SEASON THAT NOBODY WANTED.
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‘ there you are ! i was looking for you! check what i got from the gashapon!’ it’s a keyring with a small football on the end, and he loves it. ‘and, check it – football!’ he proclaims, in thickly accented english, but english all the same. ‘guess i’m a genius now, huh?’
ebony, fresh out of a grim set from training, snaps her towel against her back as she leans to peer at the keyring, nose wrinkled as she grins. “ hey, not bad. ” she comments, before leon’s english catches her, and her smile spreads wider, eyes shining with glee. “ hey, you’re learning! i’ll be able to take you back to canada in no time, baby! ” it’s rare for her to see leon passionate about things like this- she’s always afraid he’ll lose interest, but his will to learn english is unparalleled, which pleases her greatly.
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laststops.
‘ it’s alright . hey , it’s okay . ’ it isn’t, and he knows it isn’t, and it probably isn’t going to be okay ever again – they’re three murders in. it’s too late now to stop, isn’t it? ‘we’ll find something. i don’t want anyone to freak out.’ why the title of leader has fallen on him, he can’t explain, but he can’t just shrug it off, either. ‘eri, do you wanna come with me? we’ll search for something together. everyone else, split up and we’ll meet by my dorm room twenty minutes before investigation time is up. sound good? okay.’
her hands shake relentlessly, head ducked down as she nods firmly at rantaro’s offer, biting down on her lower lip as she sniffles, trying to compose herself to be of some sort of help to rantaro. she trots after him, taking three steps for every two her company takes. “ i- i- could there- buh-.. be anything- in the dorm, amami-senpai ? any- letters or notes that the- the culprit could have left o-..or that ito-san kept in her room... ? ” the idea of having nothing to bring to trial terrified her, causing the gnarled burn on the side of her face to crumple as she thought of the possibility again, trying her hardest to remain composed. “ someone huh-have to have left... something... ” she looks up at him, brown eyes wide as she thinks of their options. “ we-... we won’t die, amami-senpai. i- i know that - we- we’ll find something... ”
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
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“ AIMI - CHAN !!! ” the volume of the call is enough to send more skittish students whirling in fear, but it seems that little mind is paid by it’s source, topaz has a pair of rollerblades in their hand, and they’re waving madly, sprinting up the hall ( there’s a weak reminder of the no running allowed rule left in their dust ) to stand beside their friend. their grin is wide, the bandage on their nose scrunching as they beam. “ hey- hey ! ! you’re coming rollerblading with me ! tell your lame homework you’ll do it later ! oowada’s walking his dog in the park and we’re gonna smoke his ass with some wild tricks, you and me ! ! ! ” @laststops for aimi!
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being a first year in this school is kind of scary, and it’s blatant with this red-head that she may be more nervous than most. her knees knock together every second step she takes, and she’s trying to almost shield herself behind her hip-length hair, thick and wavy. if one caught a glimpse of her from the front, a jagged burn scar covered her cheek, and crawled into the neck of her cream-white sweater. she seems a little lost, and wanders the hallways with a pale face- it’s break, so she technically has nowhere to be, but she still seems nervous. when she catches gaze with an older student- male, with green hair, her chest heaves before the words come out, fingers linked together tightly- the burn stretches to the back of her hand, and part of her palm. “ u-uh, can you- is there- um... a library? someone sent me up here, but- i don’t think it’s.. right... ” @laststops for rantaro!
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she feels a little obligated- and within her right- to be suspicious of this student- he’s been writing for far too long, and she’s more than a little wary. ethel knows she looks far from approachable, with her dead-ice eyes, half her face concealed with a neck gaiter, but clear signs of scarring over her cheeks and forehead deep into her skin. ethel squints at asahi, before placing a gloved hand on top of his page. “ what’re you doing? ” it’s clear she’s not native, if it wasn’t obvious from her appearance, her japanese has the accent of someone speaking it from an english speaking country, her cadence indicating her unease with the language still. @wrsethngs for asahi!
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please let me write here i love my dr ocs i’ll make anyone starters just give me muses i’ll do the ideas idc please please please
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laststops.
she closes in like she’s found something to kill – her eyes narrow dangerously, shoulders squaring in her advance. ‘are you fucking kidding me? maybe you should back the fuck up. what the hell is your deal, hanging around in empty classrooms? waiting for some weak link to come by so you can gut them?’ she bites and snarls only to watch the fallout; already, there’s a twitch of a smile curling at her lip.
tomi’s not exactly a fan of loud people - that’s why his small friend group is so quiet. of course he’d have to beef with natsumi fucking kuzuryuu today, when he’s already at the end of his tether. he pulls the novel to his chest, tongue caught between his teeth. “ i-i was getting a book, see? ” he waves it lamely, before shaking his head violently, frowning harshly. “ gutting people seems m-mm-more your style anyways, you’re the violent one in this class... ” the comment comes absentmindedly, but he’s already turning scarlet, pulling his scarf over his nose to try and hide any sign of regret on his face.
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tomi doesn’t like hanging around the hallways during breaks. putting up with other reserve courses is agonising, and he prefers to keep to himself, it just makes things easier. it’s just unfortunate that his entire class has got to be the most annoying bunch in the school. pulling his mask over his nose with one hand, he reaches for a book when the door bangs open, and he nearly drops it onto the incoming’s head. “ j-jesus, watch it... ” @laststops for natsumi!
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when you follow me you're legally obligated to tell me who you like best
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