oya ?
“Knock knock, is anyone there~?”
The door to the changing room within the theater club was locked, which was never a surprise, but Wataru loved to spook whoever it was that was inside at the time. He put his ear close to the door, lying in wait and trying to pick up even a breath from the person inside. He was the great and wonderful Wataru Hibiki, after all, he could tell from simply the beating of one’s heart…~
well now, this was a surprise. the voice that spreads like the beautiful wings of a bird echos from outside the changing room, causing him to give pause once he was pulling his blazer upon his shoulders. it sounds familiar yet not at all, a strange concoction that makes him more intrigued than anything. oh what, oh what, could this be?
“ oya? ” the corners of his lips quirk up in mirth as he takes steps over the costume that was pooled on the floor, flicking the lock open with a finger before - slaaaam it opens right in the other’s face! “ well, if this isn’t a surprise. ” he places his hand against his mouth in an over-exaggerated gesture of shock, glint in his eyes that hints at everything but. “ my, it’s like looking into a mirror, isn’t it? might the height of amazing have split into two? ”
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yet another clown.
“Oh, that was impressive.♠”
❝was it so? well, well, i am happy to please. to impress someone with one of my tricks... amazing! ♪❞
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❝ shu. ❞ his smile is wide, wide, wide; the corners sparkling despite the lack of mischief, voice flowing like he’s singing a melody from childhood as his hands place themselves on his hips. ❝ won’t you join me for an expedition to the art museum, my dear friend? the curator - i’ve heard through the grapevine - has added more amazing selections to the exhibition and i wouldn’t ask anyone else ! ❞
@broken-puppeteer
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HEADCANON QUESTIONS:
✿: What is your muses favourite scent?
☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?
☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?
♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?
✉: What is something your muse would write about?
✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?
💕: Does your muse have any crushes?
★: What is your muse’s zodiac?
✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?
∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?
✘: What are your muses pet peeves?
💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?
⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?
✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?
✋: Is your muse left or right handed?
👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?
🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?
🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?
👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?
🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?
🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?
🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?
💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?
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well, well, well; it is i, honey, with an amazing remake of the oh so lovely wataru hibiki! these usually go around much easier, so here we go! if you’re interested in magic, theater, mimicry, or just the overall bizarre from a guy filled to the brim with love, can you give this a like/reblog so i can check you out? please and thank you!
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❝ so this was where you were! ❞ his voice is loud, loud, loud in the quiet of the library right behind the lone member of the library committee, earning shushes from all around him; he merely reacts with an theaterical gasp as he presses his fingers against his lips with the tips just right below his cupids bow, not at all apologetic about his entrance that did more disturb than surprise. ❝ won’t you come for me for a moment? or rather, a couple of moments? i don’t intend to take too much of your time. ❞
@agentlemagician !
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Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden where the flowers are dead.
Oscar Wilde
(via minuty)
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When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love …
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via alittlebitsouthern)
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