sometimes I forget about this blog and then I feel bad because I love Ibara. but then I also remember no one gives a shit if I’m here or not and it makes me feel less bad. I have lost my motivation for tumblr rp. 

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Anzu takes the hand extended to her and shakes it, grip firm but not enough to cause pain- more of a business handshake than a ‘hey, we’re going to get hitched’ one. “Really? you too, huh? I have to wonder why this was set up without any of us having a say in the matter, or knowing about it,” She rubs the back of her neck as she ponders on why this set up happened in the first place- she doubts anyone would marry them for money as while she wasn’t exactly lacking- she wasn’t exactly rich either and every other set up, such as being family friends felt ill fitting too, considering this was their first meeting. “Yeah- I’d prefer not to be married, no offense to you as you don’t seem like someone horrible to be around but I have so much work to do that having something like this would just be an inconvenience for both parties,” she smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe, we can think of a way out of it if we put our heads together? After all, neither of us really want this- it’d make sense that we come up with a plan to get out of it.”

Now, that’s a handshake he was way too familiar with, one he preferred over any other. Giving her a smile that said absolutely nothing, he listened. “I suppose they set it up like this so neither of us would have the idea to run away.” Ibara wondered aloud, however, they would probably never find out the actual reason behind this ‘behind their back’ agreement. Though, this was the only thing that came to his mind, making sense in the process of thinking it through. He had no contact to any of his family ever since he was small, their way of thinking and doing things were beyond his grasp. Giving it a sigh, he stopped pondering about this. “I would like to give a better reason but to be honest I also have enough work to do myself. I would have a hard time finding enough time to spend enough time with a wife without neglecting her.” He chuckled, somewhat apologetic after saying something like this. Adjusting his glasses he gave a quick nod. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Together we should be able to work out a perfect plan to get out of this misery. I’d say this is a match made in heaven, isn’t it? We think alike, fufu. Let’s make sure to ruin their plan and enjoy ourselves to the fullest doing so.”

@fangsofeve​ asked: “Ibara. Let me help with that, will ya?”

Looking up from his laptop, Ibara gave him a rather questioning frown. “You want to help me?” It’s not that he didn’t appreciate Jun’s offer, not at all. Actually he appreciated this but he wasn’t sure how he could be of help to him. It’s only office work, nothing but the boring paper work he would do as often as going to practice. But, Ibara was sure Jun wouldn’t accept a simple no from him, seeing as he and the rest of Eden seemed to consider him stressed, overworked, someone who shoulders everything alone. What should he say? They were right, those bags under his eyes can’t lie.

Breathing a sigh, he finally pointed at some files scattered on the table. “Can you help me bring them back in order? They fell off the table... some time ago... I guess.” He couldn’t even remember when he had crouched down to pick all the papers up but they were definitely a mess and if Jun was offering his help then he could let him do this. “Don’t get me wrong, they fell down when I hit them with my elbow. I just didn’t have enough time to bring them back in order. I need to write mails to the ones hosting our next live.”

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Go in with no expectations and you won’t be disappointed. Ibara had told himself this and yet he could not hold back such a comment. To see the girl, his future wife, covered in paint and... was that dog hair? This was by far less than he had expected and he started to wonder if she disliked the idea as much as he did. However, he gave her a welcoming smile and offered her his hand. “What a coincidence. I haven’t heard of this until today either.” He spoke in an friendly voice, obviously a facade. How he hated the idea of marrying someone. What a dumb idea the people around him had come up with. He lowered his head slightly, rubbing his neck with his hand. Now, how should he tell her that he wasn’t happy about this? Without hurting her? Ibara breathed a sigh, looking up at her again. “Actually, this was decided without asking me about it. I suppose it was the same for you?” he asked, still smiling. “To be fair, you seem like a nice person, however I have no plans of marrying someone. This is... how should I say it...? Quite troublesome?”

mun vs muse [picrew]

tagged by: stole it from the dash tagging: you

there are only two moods and you can’t convince me otherwise @songcode

“Roses are red violets are blue, faces like yours belong to the zoo. Don’t worry, I’ll be there too. Not in a cage, but laughing at you~”

god do you know how much i’m looking forward to 9pm? it’s the esc final and it’s always like war and tons of memes. and the nordics never let you down with their shows i live for that stuff. it’s like the hunger games and a dream fest mixed together ♥ also betting with my brothers how bad our country’s gonna lose xD

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“What if you donate their kidneys too?”

“I wonder if this would result in an endless circle of donating kidneys and being suspected by another bunch of police men. Where to hide all these corpses though?”

“Donate one kidney and you’re a hero, donate five and you’re under investigation by the police.”

I want Ibara to play the Pokemon trading card game and get owned by a 6 year old in the finals of a huge tournament. 

Did you ever wonder what kind of child Ibara was before being put in the military camp? Like what if he was actually a pretty sweet and innocent little boy, just one adorable tiny boy who wanted to know so much about the world but had no one to answer his questions and was just sent to the camp like deal with it. And they turned him into this snake?  I think about that a lot. I don’t think he was put into camp right after being born. I think he had at least two or three years living in a orphanage and minding his own childlike stuff and not thinking about tomorrow but about the things he could do with the other kids there. 

so i guess i remade my soft boy and i’ve also rewritten his whole bio haha

MY CREATIVE TYPE!

The Maker committed to your craft

Creative Strengths || Focus and dedication, ability to achieve mastery Untapped Potential || Taking creative risks, finding joy and play in the process Ideal Collaborator || The Visionary

Driven, focused, and dedicated to the creative process, the MAKER has mastered the art of manifesting ideas and visions in three-dimensional form. Society greatly benefits from the work of MAKER types, who develop the systems, structures, tools, and innovations that the rest of us rely on.

One of the hardest workers of all the types, the MAKER is almost always busy solving problems, making headway on personally meaningful goals, and completing projects. There are few things that bring you more satisfaction than applying your brain power to crafting things and making progress in any form. You tend to excel in design, crafts, architecture, and other fields that blend artistry with business and technology.

You’re driven by tangible results, and you know how to deliver. A quiet type, you enjoy collaboration but generally prefer to work alone so you can focus on your own creative process.

You know how to play the long game, and you’re not afraid to do the unglamorous legwork that goes into building something of value over time. Your gifts of focus and dedication can lead to achieving mastery and coming to be seen by others as an authority in your field.

Your biggest challenge? To connect more deeply with your intuition and emotions in order to bring forth ever more authentic and original work. Productivity is only half the equation of doing great work—the other half is inspiration. Creating the space to dream, imagine, and play can keep your work from becoming rote and mechanical.

Combine forces with the enterprising VISIONARY to take your creativity to new heights. The VISIONARY’s soaring imagination gives you permission to dream bigger and envision the impossible—and to fearlessly risk failure in order to make it a reality.

tagged by @songcode (thanks and omg i cried. that test makes funny noises and i wasn’t prepared for that) tagging @fangsofeve @subserviiient and everyone who reads this

i want to finally remake the blog of my very soft idol boy but all his friends left and that’s pretty sad

fangsofeve 

THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD AHHHHHHH TY SO MUCH MOMO ;w;

YAAAHHH I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! ILU NIX!! ;w; 

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I’ll make an aesthetic for our muses! || @fangsofeve