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yellowtied · 4 years

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all these active vocaloid blogs popping up makes me think... what if i revamped my several vocaloid blogs... and wreck havoc just like old times... haha just kidding... unless?

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#i saw a fukase today?? and a gumi? and a miku? and i'm like #!#i have len oliver and a fukase too i'm like Hmst... what if I.... joined... them............#maybe make a kaito too i have Big Kaito Muse All The Time #will probably take it slow though but h-h-h-h-eeeey! i live??

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yellowtied · 6 years

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FOR FRIC K S SAKE I FORGOT TO LOG IN HERE WHEN I GOT HOME

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#( that's it that's the only reason i was gone past my hiatus. just up n forgot like a gotdang fool )#( WAIT THEY AREN'T DEAD ! MOCHI SURPRISE ! )#( probably not gonna do anything tonight since i have work in the morning BUT! )#( when i get back tomorrow i'll be around )#( YEET )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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Sorry for the lack of heads up ! Between work and packing I didn't have any time to myself, but we're on our way out for vaycay. I forgot to put my icon psd on my flash drive like an idiot tho so I probs can't do much while I'm here I'm afraid, sorry to everyone waiting on me ;; consider me on a full / semi-hiatus until july 15th

#mobile tbt.#( i knew i forgot something shfhdh )#( anywhom I hope everyone is having a good time!! )#( also sorry i haven't replied to IMs i can't even see them on mobile sjdjdjg )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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( tunafishforever ):

Leaves were just starting to fall and the sound of Nogizaka46′s Taiyou Knock was filling the ears of Japan when she left. Luka had been crumbling in demeanor over so long and the stress of merely existing made her want to cry. (If you asked anyone, they should have seen it coming. She would faint in dance practices, she was hospitalized several times, and she never slept. Being an idol was all that her personality was.)

There was a bag under her bed she kept packed in case she ever got the courage to leave. She would pull it out at night sometimes, when everyone else slept, to look at it and pray that she could gain the confidence it took to leave the house, the contract, the spotlight. Her friends held her back. If she couldn’t do it, how were they feeling? None of them ever complained, but maybe she wasn’t as strong as them?

Miku made a comment the day before she left. A little teasing note on how deep her eyebags were and if they were Gucci. Luka gave her a smile and said, “No, they’re Chanel,“ but the damage was done and at 2:48 am she walked out of the Crypton house.

She cut her hair, dyed it brown, and lived off whatever odd jobs she could get under whatever random name she chose out of a hat. She would see posters of her old friends and smile fondly, maybe a customer would mention a new single and she would be happy that person was still making it, or sometimes she would see them out on the streets. First, it was Rin, and Luka froze, mind numb as Rin looked right at her, smiled, and kept walking.

After that, she decided they had forgotten her anyways and whenever she saw someone she would go about her day. The one person able to catch her eye was Len and the way he would glance at her like he was trying to remember who he knew with dark brown hair made her turn tail and run. Crypton was never to find her. Crypton would eat her alive again and take away her personality. Crypton is the villain in her story.

Until a month ago. It had been so long since she left that she didn’t recognize the executive that had found her. Luka backed against a wall like a trapped animal when they told her she was legally required to come back, that her contract wasn’t up. She couldn’t breathe when they said she would be background at first, work her back to her former self. Luka wanted to spit in his face and run away but she found herself staring at the dotted line with her loopy signature and the key to an apartment she would be staying in until they found a room for her in the Crypton house.

It was now a month later and nobody had been told that she was back. She was moving back into the house today. She was standing at the front door shaking when someone came up behind her.

Things had been hard, without Luka.

If there was anything Len was good at, it was overthinking. When Luka had disappeared in the night back then, it was all he’d been able to do for a while, head too cluttered with the wheres and the whys to do much else. Too attached, he was, clinging too tightly to her presence and the memories they’d created together, both good and bad. Now she was gone without a word, without a reason, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. Questions haunted him into the twilight, weaving themselves into his restless dreams and robbing him of what little time to sleep he had. Did she leave, or was she taken? Was she okay, or did fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve? Was she happier where she was, or was she as distraught as he? Had she ever been happy, with them? Could he have done something to prevent this? Of course he could have — he doesn’t know what, but that doesn’t excuse him from this.

...Did that make it his fault, somehow? Because he did nothing?

It's silly to think that way, maybe. It certainly doesn’t do much to ease his grief; the very idea that he might've had a helping hand in it all makes his stomach knot up with unrelenting anxiety. He feels a little lost, unsure of what he’s supposed to do now — with her gone. Moving forward as if nothing were wrong was unfathomable, but breaking himself day in and day out with the reminder of that gaping void she’d left behind could only go on for so long. He wants to think about something else, anything to ease the pain, but that’s selfish. Luka was out there somewhere, doing who knows what, feeling who knows how, and he has no right to push her from his mind as if she were nothing. Funny, how she occupied even more space in his head than she had in their home like this. More than anything, he doesn’t want to risk forgetting, not even one thing about her. If tearing open the wound over and over would keep her in his mind’s eye, then he’d simply have to do it. No matter how many nights he’d lay sleepless, face smothered by his pillow until he could cry no more. What else could he do, when he remembers he’ll wake up to her absence again and again?

It had ebbed a little, eventually. Busyness kept him occupied, and music that had been lost to the white noise in his head finally started to sound like something again. He’d found himself trying to remember exactly what her voice sounded like sometimes, as her blurry figure drifted across the surface of his memory. He sees her in the little things, like cherry blossom trees in the spring that were pink like her hair had been, or the blue summer skies that matched her eyes. His heart still aches as seasons pass, unable to let go of her no matter how long she’d been out of his reach. He still lays awake at night sometimes, wondering how she’s doing, and where she is now. He hopes that she’s happy; to even consider anything else would send him spiraling again.

Not once did he ever sort through his feelings, though. He was, and still is, far too scared to rummage through the mess she’d left behind in his head. He missed her — that was all he needed to know, and all anyone else needed to know, right? He was sad she was gone, that was all there was to it. There was no point in dwelling on details like those... until now.

Truth be told, Luka’s assumption back then hadn’t been quite right. When he’d caught sight of that brunette on the street all that time ago, he hadn’t been wondering who it was he knew with that hair color at all — he’d been wondering who he knew with eyes like hers, too afraid to hope for anything more than a mere coincidence without even realizing it. But now that same brown hair was staring him in the face, pink adorning its roots and driving him into a corner as he finds himself a mere few steps away from ... her. He doesn’t want to believe it, at first. He can’t deal with the disappointment of it all being false, that burden atop the rest would simply be too much to bear. But his heart is already calling out to her, eyes unwilling to look away as if he feared she would disappear if he were to so much as blink. Those feelings he’d declined to give names to, suddenly they were flooding his senses, locking him into place as if they had become tangible weights on his shoulders.

He’s relieved. She’s alive. He’s happy, so happy to see her, happy that she’s here. He’s scared, so scared that he’s wrong and he’ll be looking at a STRANGER when he finally sees her face, scared to face the reality that he’ll never know what happened to her. He’s upset, maybe; he’s hurt. When he thinks about how she turned away from him in the street, looking like anyone but herself, he can’t help but feel a little betrayed — and so very ashamed of himself for thinking like that, as if her feelings didn’t matter any more than his own. The last one is one he can’t place a name to, the one that writhed in his chest and begged him to cast away his restraint. The one that nearly sent him crashing into her from behind, clinging too tightly, too afraid to let go before he’d even begun to hold on.

But he couldn’t, not yet. Not until he knew for sure.

“ ... Luka? ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — STATUS UNKNOWN. ( v. ??? )#( awh you don't need to be sorry at all! like i said before i love ever word of it <3 thank u so much for writing it again ! )#( and don't worry u got len right !! i worry about the same thing aklsdjlsdfd but ur cool )#( and sdlfjdf sAME?? I had to stalk pixiv for hours to make icons for this lskjfsldf but it'll be worth it im sure )#( sorry this took so long btw!! work is kicking my butt this week hooo boy )#( if anything needs to be changed or adjusted just let me know!!!!! )#tunafishforever #long post /

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yellowtied · 6 years

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HEY SORRY I WAS QUIET TODAY, A NEW EP OF BN.H.A CAME OUT AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE FOR SEVERAL HOURS

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#( GONNA TRY TO DO STUFF NOW !! in between my hourly cry sjdkjs dfd )#( anyways. next saturday is going to tear me apart )#( beep boop )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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listen i’m not bringing them back yet but im really liking how they look w/ my new psd

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#( fukase looks a bit better than oli does but w/ some adjustments maybe... )#( mmmaaaayyybbeee i'll bring them back when i'm adjusted to working and when i'm back from vaycay #cause no use rebooting them just to go on semi-hiatus amirite )#( they'd both need a big revamp tho but it'S OKAY )#( anywhomst i'm gonna work on some replies !!! heck yeck )#▍▏♫ — DELETE FILE? ( tbd. )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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:// HEADCANON.EXE

Len is pretty sentimental. The future is a scary place for him, so he tends to cling onto the past in hopes of grounding himself in the happiness of yesterday for as long as he can. Because of this, he tends to engage in a lot of repetitious behavior, following sub-conscious ‘traditions’ he’s made from favorable experiences in hopes of feeling that same happiness again when he replicates it. Such experiences could be anything from traveling to familiar areas at a certain time, listening to an old song he discovered years ago, or just the presence of something that has otherwise been constant in his past. He also has quite the array of keepsakes for similar reasons, and refuses to part with them until he can’t remember where he got them anymore.

Because of these ‘traditions’, his mood can be something like a roulette wheel. If he so happened to have a happy memory linked with a rainy day, even something so small like the weather can impact his mood, in both good ways and bad. Small changes like a hiccup in his schedule won’t upset him much, but breaking any tradition he’s put a lot of his emotional wellbeing into certainly will, more than he’d ever admit. This is touching on one of Len’s phobias, unexpected change.

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#▍▏♫ — ( HEADCANONS. )#( I??? hope this makes ANY sense at all )#( it's kind of hard to explain in words and i've never done it before. he gets this from me nskjkjsds )#( i projected bc i had happy traditions associated with summer and i'm so !!! happy bc of them !!! it can suck sometimes but i wanted len to #be able to experience that euphoria too )#( also bc it was stormy today and i was LIVING bc i have happy times associated with rain too )#( soft aaaaing )#▍▏♫ — ( QUEUE.EXE )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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( nitrochako ):

( @yellowtied )

From here

The light bubbly laughter that followed the explosion was less than comforting. Staring over her almost door sized hole, she slowly lifted her pink goggles to rest on top of her head. The smoke settled and the building seemed stable at least.

〝Imagination is what puts the ‘happy’ in ‘happy accident!〞 Or maybe she should have said something more comforting as she tested the wall. She had to make sure it wouldn’t collapse.

〝Sorry sorry! I thought the place was empty!〞 She raised her gloved hands with a sheepish grin. Her apology and words were genuine. Though she hadn’t intended to blow up the wall ( knocking over a volatile nitroglycerin container was a complete accident, her shoe lace was untied! ) , she definitely didn’t intend on almost blowing someone up!

She stepped through the hole she made, leaving her makeshift lab to approach the kid. Her carefree expression faded to one softer as she looked over him with concern. A hand reached out to offer help if needed. 〝I really didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry. Are you hurt at all?〞

Happy accident? If nothing else, she certainly had her way of being optimistic in the face of a giant hole in the wall. Her demeanor and repeated apologies relieve him somewhat, assuring him at the very least that she wasn’t trying to assassinate him or something. With the lifestyle he leads, you just never know these things; the intentions of the public are a mystery.

“ H- huh — ? Oh, ” His gaze darts down from her face to her outstretched hand, perhaps making sure there wasn’t some other hazard waiting there, before his own shaky hand takes it. He would only then realize he’d fallen at all, when the discomfort plaguing his back from whatever it was he’d landed on is finally relieved... for the most part. He’ll be feeling that tomorrow, no doubt. “ um, thanks. And I don’t THINK so?? I’m still in one piece, so... that’s good, right? ” It was really all he could say; the initial shock had been lost to him, but now that she’d drawn the attention to him, he could feel it trickling through whatever cracks in his subconscious the blast left behind. Though, with knowing that the threat was gone already, it’s certainly not as bad as it could be.

“ —Either way, I’ll live! Don’t worry about it, normally it would have been empty. ” which is exactly why I was here, he declines to add, rubbing idly at his head with a wince. Perhaps the jarring shock had masked most of the effects initially, but as it ebbed, so did everything else become much more apparent; his head was throbbing a bit, and he’s become aware of a dull ringing in his ears, but he sees no reason to make a bigger fuss than he has already about it. It could’ve been a lot worse on both ends, so he’s content to just be grateful it wasn’t. Actually, speaking of that — “ What about you, though? Weren’t you, like, a lot closer than I was?? YOU seem like the one who’s lucky to be in one piece right now, not ME! ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — ROCKIN' IT ( v. 01 )#( SHE IS AND I LOVE HER??? I ADORE HER )#( slkdjlaksjd nYEEEH LISTEN IT'S HARD TO WHEN I DON'T HAVE AN ACTIVE BLOG U DINGDONG )#( NOW I D O )#( and //shhhhhhh len has experienced worse things than this he'll be fiiiine )#nitrochako

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yellowtied · 6 years

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HOWDY sorry I wasn't super active today! my shift went till 4:30 and birthday shenanigans kept me most of the evening, but hopefully i'll get some stuff done tomorrow since it's my day off! i might have company in the morning but we’ll see.

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#( i would try to do things tonight but skdjskfd i am . ..exhausted )#( like 'i laid down on the tile floor to play with my cat and almost didn't get up' exhausted )#( maybe some of it is the sugar crash from the cake )#( but today was a good day! )#( i got kissed by puppies and became Old and got a beese churger all is good )#( and i have the sweetest friends alive )#( wonk wonk )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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🎵?

“ ‘ Nothing’s going to change unless you build the strength to run. ’ ”

Such a statement might seem uncharacteristic coming from someone like him … probably because it is. Upon closer inspection, he’s found reading it off the sliver of paper he’d pulled from his fortune cookie, squinting at the text that he personally thinks is much too small for the average person to read. Or maybe it’s just because he forgot to put his contacts in that morning.

“ Egh… I get that’s supposed to be inspirational and stuff, but what if you HATE running? The only marathon I’ve ever raced was to see how fast I could finish three seasons of my favorite show. ” Three days, it had taken. He would regret it for six. “ I dunno, does it make you feel empowered? ” He briefly stops to wonder what he’s doing, offering a perfect stranger his cookie fortune, but it’s too late to turn back now. “ —You can have it if you want. ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — ROCKIN' IT ( v. 01 )#( sndknsf thIS IS SO B AD IM SO SORRY )#( 6 years i've listened to nothing but vocaloid i don't know what i expected to find in my playlist )#( i don't even know if that's the correct translation but sndlkfsndl )#( if this is weird or doesn't work u can let me know!! don't feel obligated to do anythin okay )#( YEET )#▍▏♫ — FILE NOT FOUND. ( answered. )#aiitherios

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yellowtied · 6 years

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“ ... should I tell this guy he’s on fire? would that be rude...?? ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#( sndkskdnf d ohmy gfod im sosorry )#( I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS HELLO?? THERE?? )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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“Doors are for people with no imagination.” Nonfandom Ochako blowing a hole in the wall by accident?? More likely than you think

He’s really glad Meiko can’t hear his internal monologue, because his entire life savings would have just gone straight into the swear jar.

“ I … wha. ” He takes his sweet time processing, because that’s what you do when the wall you had been leaning on approximately one minute ago had just been blown to smithereens, along with what remained of your dignity. With any luck, his shrill shriek was drowned out by the explosion… The explosion. EXPLOSION. WHAT?

“ UH??? … Y-You know, imagination is great and all, but I think I’d rather have no imagination than— no sense of self-preservation?? Or ME preservation?! I was JUST standing there! ” Didn’t these kind of things get the authorities involved? She seems so lax!

“ No offense, but do I LOOK old enough to die to you?! USE THE DOOR! ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — STATUS UNKNOWN. ( v. ??? )#( im FRICKING LOSIN G IT )#( O C H A K O )#( CHILD WHAT ARE YOU /DOING / )#( IM CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK U SO MUCH )#( wiggles. at long last i get to interact w/ ur ochako i'm so happy )#▍▏♫ — FILE NOT FOUND. ( answered. )#nitrochako

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yellowtied · 6 years

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“You don’t know what it is, do you?” //from luka!

“ H-Hey, of course I … ! ”

Teeth come down upon his tongue, stopping him in his tracks. As much as he’d love to cling to the last remaining scraps of his pride ( no doubt he’s already lost the rest, if she had to go and ask THAT of him ), he’s smart enough to look ahead — just enough to know that it would be even more embarrassing for him to try and fake it when they both know she’s right. He averts his eyes with a soft huff, cheeks taking on a shameful, pinkish hue.

“ … have no idea. ” Nice save, but at what cost? “ Sorry, Luka-nee. ”

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — STATUS UNKNOWN. ( v. ??? )#( we got a clueless banana up in here )#( clueless about what? i have no idea either snkNSKDNS )#( THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING!!!! IT'S SO NICE TO FINALLY INTERACT W/ U AAAAA )#( also i don't know if u wanted them to know each other or not ??! so i'm sorry if him addressing her like that doesn't work -#- if it doesn't feel free to let me know and i can fix it ! )#▍▏♫ — FILE NOT FOUND. ( answered. )#filostimi

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yellowtied · 6 years

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“The Skulduggery Pleasant” sentence starters

“Doors are for people with no imagination.”

“We’re not retreating, we’re advancing in reverse.”

“You don’t know what it is, do you?”

“I told you what it is, it’s a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.”

“Kindness suits you.”

“I think I’m quite allergic to it.”

“I’m placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don’t know, possibly littering.”

“So that plan worked out well.”

“Your entire plan consisted of, and I quote, “Let’s get up close and then see what happens.”’

“I think the whole thing worked out rather beautifully.”

“You are vastly outnumbered.”

“Your situation has become quite untenable.‘“

“You are within moments of being swarmed by these filthy creatures of undeath and torn apart in a maelstrom of pain and fury.”

“Okay, that’s a new one on me.”

“I need a weapon.”

“I’ll buy you a stick for Christmas.”

“It’s not that I want you to go, it’s just that I don’t want you to stay.“

“There is no such thing as winning and losing.”

“There is won and there is lost, there is victory and defeat. There are absolutes. Everything in between is still left to fight for.”

“Until then, there is only the struggle, because tides do what tides do–they turn.”

“Are you kidding? I jumped off a building – of course I’m hurt.”

“Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?”

“If things go wrong, I’ll lead them away.”

“If you don’t see me in five minutes, then I’ve probably died a very brave and heroic death.”

“Oh and don’t– Oh, and don’t touch the radio–I’ve got it tuned right where I want it and I don’t want you messing that up.”

“You are such a moron.”

“Don’t be jealous of my genius.”

“Every solution to every problem is simple. It’s the distance between the two where the mystery lies.”

“I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like.”

“Found something?”

“Look, this is all very, very weird.”

“How would that be OK??”

“Stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“He could be a butterfly dreaming he’s a man.”

“I haven’t had a chance to do it nearly as much as I’d like.”

“You have no idea about presents or what they mean. The last present you gave me was a stick.”

“So this is it? Is everyone here?”

“Aren’t you afraid it might get stolen? We’re not exactly in a good part of town.”

“It’s really not as bad as it sounds.”

“So this—What’s happening and what’s going to happen, this isn’t your fault.”

“You can’t control everything, and not everything is your responsibility.”

“I wanted to tell you then, but I didn’t have the words and I didn’t have the time.”

I’m here because I choose to be.

“You save my life. I save yours. That’s how we work.“

“Until the end.”

#▍▏♫ — MESSAGE RECEIVED. ( ask memes. )#▍▏♫ — ( QUEUE.EXE )#ask to tag /

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yellowtied · 6 years

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Send me 🎵 and I'll put my music on shuffle, making a starter from my favourite line of the first song to play

#▍▏♫ — MESSAGE RECEIVED. ( ask memes. )#▍▏♫ — ( QUEUE.EXE )#( eyes emoji )

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yellowtied · 6 years

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( ismikuoaninstrument ):

@yellowtied ll lowkey starter call. [ closed ]

This was a hell of a conundrum for him to be stuck with so early in the morning.

Mikuo had gotten to work, what, an hour or so ago? Things weren’t usually very eventful at this time, only a few hours after sunrise, even if Crypton seemed to get off on making their poor robotic creation suffer to the ends of high hell. He himself was a favorite when it came to that suffering. Hence why he’d ended up locked in a practice room, a hand typing away at his cell phone. Miku wasn’t reliable enough to pick up at such a time, he had to go with the next best thing (or, about 5th best.)

[ MSG; ＋♂ ] len, are you at work? [ MSG; ＋♂ ] i need major help, & miku won’t pick up her damn phone. [ MSG; ＋♂ ] it’s urgent, i mean it.

The unbridled dread he feels when his phone vibrates against his pocket is matched by almost none. He’s late, he knows that, and now he fears someone else has noticed his absence and decided to inform him of it. Via text. Such is why he can’t help the look of surprise that crosses his face when he sees who it’s from, and especially so when he glances at the contents of said texts. Briefly, he wonders if he would have preferred the stone-cold scolding he would have received otherwise to this trainwreck in the making. What now?

He takes a moment to steel himself before replying; once he gets involved, there’s no going back, after all. He’s learned to be wary when ‘ urgent ’ could mean anything from a mass murder to Miku getting her hair caught in a door hinge — again.

[ MSG : miku 2, electric boogaloo ] i should be in a few. running kinda late, don’t tell anyone.

[ MSG : miku 2, electric boogaloo ] mind telling me what’s going on over there??

[ MSG : miku 2, electric boogaloo ] that ‘i mean it’ sounds pretty dicey

#▍▏♫ — SIT DOWN PLEASE! ( ic. )#▍▏♫ — FABRICATED FAKER. ( v. 02 )#( oh BOY here we are indeed )#( mikuo hon what are you getting urself into... )#( and no worries !! my len has verses for both; i jus make him a human/android depending on the loid he's int. with so it's all cool )#( and npnp always a pleasure !! thank /you/ for writing this for me it's wonderful 👌 )#( let the shenanigans begin )#ismikuoaninstrument

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yellowtied · 6 years

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beep boop i’m here! I’m still a lil nervous about starter calls so I might just reblog some memes later. till then i’ll be making icons / a promo / maybe putting my playlist back on my blog, yeet.

#▍▏♫ — WHO'S TALKING AGAIN? ( ooc. )#▍▏♫ — DELETE FILE? ( tbd. )#( i've only got about 4-5 hours tho cause i have work tomorrow )#( gotta hit the sack early... especially since i get nervous and wake up at like 5 sdjhskdsd )

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