[★]-“ What the fuck did you just fucking say about gumi rpers, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.”
name: baby age: 6 (15) birthday: Dec 7th zodiac: Scorpio single or taken: single ///// height: 5 foot something eye color: hazel middle name: george bush favorite color: pink and black 4evr lucky number: 7
SPECIFICS/DETAILS:
hogwarts house: Griffindor favorite fictional character: Me favorite television show: 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Arrested Development favorite season: Winter or Fall describe yourself in a few words: draw yaoi 24/7 meaning of your name: its a river……..uh idk ultimate otp: fuk shit piss what do you plan to/do for a living: ESL teacher!!!! starbucks order: ur sweet ass
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: extrovert dawn or dusk: dusk righty or lefty: righty coffee or tea: Tea rain or shine: Shine!! reading or writing: yaoi
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
♣: Here, have a not so regular text message.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
☎: For a drunk phone call.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
♥: The favorites of my muse, you're allowed to specify what you want.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
Even in endless warmth, the breeze can still be a bit brittle at this time of the year. A wave of sweet cherry, too strong not to ignore, crinkles his nose, the faster his feet take him across the road. And when upon arrival, he fidgets due to unexpected care, picking away at cotton pink petals that rest tangled in his yellow strands of ridiculously wavy hair. But as if such a gesture were natural to him, and it is not an often visitor for Len, he lowers his head slightly so that she may better see these petals that rest tangled, caught among yellow strands of his ridiculously wavy hair. Out of curiosity, even he joins her in a short search for tiny flower bits, and he lowers his opened hand to find one caught in his grasps. Undoubtedly he finds something special in the one he has found. Its velvet texture is soft against synthetic skin. He notices how at the stem it is a pale white whilst his eyes travel up the leaf, it turns pinker, darker, and much vivid, right down to the tip of the opposite pointed end.
When caught by the wind once more, his captured petal is freed into the sky, trailing far from him, just like his attention that fancies the tiny thing. In place is a cooing; the familiar voice belonging to his company. His head lifts again instinctively to watch the cherry blossom disappear with thousands of others. Sapphire glass collides against a pair of emerald gems, and thus his attention hones in on a different interest of his. A sea of pink is nice every now and then. The greenish touch perhaps adds on to the entire outlook of spring’s eternal apparel, and it is as beautiful as ever.
“Sure, sure. Sounds like a very fair exchange to me,” he replies, a gentle laugh to muse his current upbeat heart. The setback of a voice lacking a generation of its own improvement is the lack of activity he partakes in his day to day routine. With not having a lot to do these past few weeks, who would notice a missing modem under their ranks?
An outstretched hand invites her to take the lead. He chuckles whilst walking along side her. “Name whatever or wherever you want to eat. I’ll ah…try my best to treat you right. Yeah." A finger taps his chin whilst pondering in an absent, far away thought. His mind holds no relevance to the conversation he puts forward. And so bringing back his perspective to who he stares beside him. ”Hanami?" he then mentions aloud. "There’s a shrine nearby with a getup for the spring. I know people only go there every new year to pray but, ah…wanna join me and count a few blessings anyway?" He laughs. "I can start paying for whatever you’d like to eat by treating you out to some daifuku when we get there.” Humming he then adds, "That is…if you’re willing to skip out on work today!”
[ Going to work was a mere trifle to her post-mention of free daifuku. Well, free for her. The wind threw strands of bright jade hair across her face, obliterating her vision. She struggled to tame it. The wind was beautiful alone, but the second someone joined you it suddenly grew jealous of them and threw your hair in your face. The wind was awfully rude. ]
[ When the blond had offered her his hand she hesitated. Had she accidentally mistaken this for a date? It would be odd to ask such a thing because what if it wasn’t a date? It wasn’t often that she got the opportunity to hang out with anyone lately to be honest. She couldn’t let her chances of having a good time and eating free food slip through her fingers all because of a silly question like that. Just go with the flow, right? Besides, it was just Len. What was the worst he could do? Hold her hand? Try to kiss her cheek? Pah! Bring it on! ]
[★]-“Of course I’m skipping work. You’re more fun than work, so let’s get a move on!"
[ Taking his hand she pulled him along the trail, but when it finally dawned upon her that she had little to no idea where the shrine was located she stopped dead in her tracks. Her head turned, glancing left and then right in hopes that maybe there’d be a sign advertising the event so she wouldn’t have to turn to the boy she was escorting for directions. To her disappointment there was not a sign in sight. ]
[★]-"Say, Len-chi, wh-which way was the shrine again? I’m not too familiar with this part of town.”
[ Her head bowed in shame that she didn’t know where the shrine was. She did live in this city, shouldn’t every obedient youth know where the shrine was? It was a habit of hers to avoid the shine due to one small, tiny, little fear. She was an android, a machine, and she was afraid of shrine ghosts. Pathetic, really. ]
[ Taking on immense amounts of pain is always described as “blinding” or “numbing” as if nothing put pain was felt without an exact pinpoint. It did not feel blindingly painful when sun-heated metal of a car’s front fender made contact with her synthetic bones, connected by synthetic tendons and covered with synthetic skin. She felt every stricken bone fracture and every pain sensor fire off as the backs of her eyes flashed an awful shade of orange. Substantial damage! Substantial damage! If an android gets hit by a car what happens? ]
[ The passersby had yet to take into account the lack of blood and the large amounts of synthetic skin that had scraped off onto pavement to reveal hard, dull metal. Her mind was racing, or rather, her processor was racing to asses the damage and try to repair it. That orange light was still there, blinking on and off rapidly. Substantial damage! Substantial damage! Repair greatly advised! ]
[ Why wasn’t anyone helping her? She heard bystanders yelling, but no one was at her side. Why was she laying alone on the scorching pavement? Was she going to shut down right here and now, melting away slowly in the hot sun? She wanted her friends to comfort her, but they were far from present. Why wouldn’t someone grab her hand, check for a heartbeat anything. Anyone? ]
[★]-“I am not human. I am O K.”
[ The sound erupted from her mouth. Monotone and choppy. Her V3 voice bank was failing on her at a time like this? God. She forced herself up, pushing the flashing orange light she was only capable of seeing. Repair greatly advised! Substantial damage! Substantial damage! They stared, the bystanders, stared as she began to walk away. This was true pain she felt? It was not often felt and she finally understood why. She wanted to throw up, but she could not. Behind her there was no noticeable wreckage. It was as if nothing happened. When an android gets hit by a car they do not need an ambulance. ]
{ Spring has at last arrived, breathing the breath of dust and warmth to better dry graveled cement and sandy floors. Thus snow no longer traces itself, not even in the tiniest of corners underneath the nooks and crannies of urban details, crossing wires in a civilized capital within Japan. Waking up that day cannot possibly feel any greater than this! The heat, the sun, and the clear blue sky that sends the heavens in an endless pool of periwinkle colors, all around its violet-like spectrum. } He bolts out the door without a second’s thought to hesitate and check back with what he is meant to do for this specific day. Nay, he may as well be a little too excited with the warmer weather, today. Not only that, he is a bit anxious to see a new change of color within the trees and the atmosphere of the terrain that makes up his world.
How many times had he seen these cherry blossoms in full bloom, he wonders? Pink, though elegant and bright, never really does cease to amaze his perspective when it comes to their form of fluttering petals, soaring across the skies. The heavy smell of sweet pollen itches his nose, but it is an itch well appreciated— he considers it a farewell gesture to the bitter cold he had endured what feels like moments ago!
“Hey! Gumi, wait up…!!" he calls distances down the slanting road behind her. Lucky he does not identify Luka, for he fears of getting carried away, lost in a tornado of ambiguous cotton pink.
“Hey, hey, Gumi are you doing anything, today?” He is too eager because of the spring season. "You’re not going to work, are you? Neeeeh that’s not any fun! Winter’s over! Shouldn’t we be on spring break, yeah?” which is comical, in a sense. Only school children, boys and girls, get to have a delightful break during the blossoming season after winter.
[ The sensation of humid spring winds on her legs was welcomed with a pleasured smile, but the sensation of the spring winds blowing her skirt up wasn’t reciprocated as well. Her hands went down to flatten down her skirt as she continued her walk to work. ]
[ With winter gone the fresh air beckoned her to just sit and enjoy the colors and scents of spring. She fell easily to the season’s demands. So what if she was just a little late to work? Her manager would understand. When was the last time she had seen such a clear day? It felt like her head was being de-cluttered from a long, gray winter by simply breathing in the refreshing air that surrounded her. ]
[ She had to admit that it felt just a little cheesy standing around in the cherry blossoms like some kind of anime protagonist, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the way the wind pushed the long front locks of her hair up and around as if they hand minds of their own. ]
[ A voice called out from behind her and she turned to see it’s owner. It took her a minute or two of squinting to make out the unkempt hair of Len Kagamine running at her through the flurry of petals. ]
[★]-“Oh! Len-chiǃ”
[ Gumi greeted him with a wave, listening intently as he spoke. It was obvious how jazzed up about the spring he was just by looking at how bright his eyes were. The springtime really got his adrenaline pumping, huh? Several stray petals resting in his hair distracted her but only for a short moment before she started picking them out one by one. She was never big on personal space. ]
[★]-“How about this? If I go hang out with you right now you gotta pay for any food I want. Sound good?”
[ She was going to eat at work, but this seemed a whole lot less boring. ]
