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A Little Story That Popped Into My Brain While Playing Fruit Ninja

Trigger Warning: Stab. Wound. Fighting.

Haruka- A young apprentice who just started learning how to fight. She’s strong willed and won’t back down until she succeeds with her task.

Isamu- A former apprentice of sensei who fell into the dark path. For one reason or another, she can’t say no, especially when it comes to fighting. She is the most skilled because of this.

Kanta- A fire blooded apprentice who has been following the light path for years. He was sensei’s only other apprentice when Isamu was around, and he feels deeply about her descent.

Ami- A bright and friendly apprentice who joined soon after Isamu’s descent. She and Kanta are very close because of this. She adopted Haruka right away, treating her like a little sister.

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“Again!” Haruka shouted, not taking her eyes off her opponent.

“You’re so weak! You’re going to die, Haruka. You don’t have a chance!” Isamu laughed.

Haruka wouldn’t back down despite that truth. She had only recently started her training. They had watched her slowly grow in her skills. Haruka was relentless, she refused to stop until she won, no matter how many duels she lost to get there. That wasn’t a problem when it was Kanta, Ami, or their sensei, but Isamu? Isamu wouldn’t give her a break. Isamu was going to allow Haruka to continue challenging her until she got bored and ended it, permanently. Everyone knew how this would end.

Isamu grinned, lashing out expertly with her katana. Haruka blocked frantically, automatically on the defence. The fight was over before it began, Isamu disarming her easily.

“Again!” Haruka cried, scrambling for her weapon. She, for the briefest moment, looked up at her fellow students and friends. The two pupils stared helplessly from the balcony looking over the fight. There was nothing they could do now. Haruka had challenged Isamu for them, sacrificed herself for them, and they could do nothing to stop the duel, not from up there.

Quickly, Haruka was disarmed, this time cut badly on the arm. She frantically reached for her weapon, holding it up in defense.

“Again!” she shouted, trying to be more aggressive. Her attempt only landed her empty handed and a cut on her other arm.

Kanta and Ami clutched the railing, shouting support and suggestions to their young friend. The duo had been training for years. They were highly experienced, talented fighters, but they didn’t stand a chance against Isamu. She had been badly beating them before Haruka, who they had told to stay back, put a stop to it by calling for a one on one duel.

“AGAIN!” Haruka cried, refusing to relent.

It was clear in Isamu’s expression that she’d had enough. She abruptly disarmed Haruka and stabbed her in the chest.

Haruka gasped, still for a moment in shock and looked up at her screaming friends in the balcony as she fell to the ground. The tournament hall dispersed, allowing Kanta and Ami to race to their friend. Isamu cleaned off her blade and began walking off.

“Shhhhh, shhhhh, Haruka, it’s okay, shhshsh it’s okay,” Ami soothed, trying to comfort Haruka. The young girl gasped for breath, deeply pained by the wound.

“ISAMU!” Kanta shouted, holding up his katana.

She turned around lazily. “She didn’t give me a choice. She wouldn’t stop. You know I couldn’t say no.” And with that she left, Haruka gasping for life as she walked away.

That moment when you're at a Japanese baffet and the one girl who works there asks if you need more Pepsi in the cutest voice and you go, wow, I'm not straight. She said it so quiet and like "Pepi-si?" And her eye makeup was cute and her face was cute and she just ughdkdkfsnvd small cute. V nice.

I am charming like an Ouran Highschool Host Club boy.

things you need to know when talking to me:

i talk really fast

i mumble

sometimes i talk really fast and mumble at the same time

sometimes the words from my head don’t transfer right to my mouth so i sometimes just speak nonsense and im the only one who gets what im saying

have fun trying to understand me

i repeat stories a lot bc nothing interesting happens to me but i want to be validated

@zaxawesome, look, it's me.

things you need to know when talking to me:

i talk really fast

i mumble

sometimes i talk really fast and mumble at the same time

sometimes the words from my head don’t transfer right to my mouth so i sometimes just speak nonsense and im the only one who gets what im saying

have fun trying to understand me

i repeat stories a lot bc nothing interesting happens to me but i want to be validated

So I had a great time at the con today! The baby con I first went to two years ago is really growing up! These pictures were from the competition. Sadly, I didn't place, and I feel a little cheated considering some of the winners but! I'm not the kind of person to get hung up on these things. Everyone did a good job and I'm happy I got to be apart of it! I got to talk to one of the judges! I told him how I designed the things and he asked if I wanted to go into costume design and I showed him my pirate England cosplay and he thought it was great. I am happy. Very tired. Goodnight.

My mom took this really blurry picture of (basically) the full cosplay. I'm all ready for tomorrow! We didn't get to make the pants so I'm going to have to wear leggings that weren't handmade. I'm going to be medieval England!

My bracers! I'm pretty proud of these because I designed them myself.

Here's my sword and belt! I have on the quiver in middle one.

Thanks, I feel very cute in this outfit.

I made arrows and a quiver for the con tomorrow. The cosplay is almost done! I’ll post more pictures as I continue.

Close ups of the arrows. I painted dial rods and tore apart feathers them glued them on to make these. They're too short to actually shoot but they work for what I need, decoration.

I made arrows and a quiver for the con tomorrow. The cosplay is almost done! I'll post more pictures as I continue.

@hinotorihime, here's the fall outfit!

SHAKESPEARE

Listen, you all knew I was a major dork already. 

These are the posters I made as decorations for the English dept. grad party. As this year marks the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, we obviously went with a theme. If you are into typography, you can see my freehand attempts at the First Folio typeface. But my pride and joy is the brilliant new party game, Pin the Beard on the Bard. 

Yes, the party was grand fun. And no, improvising cardstock beards for my friends to tape to a judgmental drawing of Shakespeare had not been a life goal, but I am proud to have achieved it nonetheless..

@zaxawesome is the guy getting beaten, I'm that girl.

Walter Molino, 1958

My phone added this affect to this picture I took years ago.

DIPPPPPEEEERRRRRR!

More Gravity Falls.

Gravity Falls marathon inspired me to do this. I've been thinking about doing a Mabel blog for a while. Heck, I've tried twice before on G+. What do you guys think? It'll be mostly text posts as like diary entries telling about her summer. Every day or so there will be a new adventure and there will be catching the followers up on the adventure.

I painted Supernatural fanart for Mother's Day and my mom loved it.

In Children's Lit. class:

Me: *suggests idea*

Them: *brushes it off as verbal shitposting*

Them: *suggests the same thing a few weeks later*

Them: *decides to go with it*

Me: I did that, it was my idea.

Them: ew why is she so caught up on that jeez we've all suggested stuff.

Mickey Mouse? More like Mickey Meme.

Age: i'm guessing 15 but i could be wrong ?

17 actually, turning 18 in October.

Munday guessing game. Can you guess the muns…

Age?

Favorite show?

Favorite movie?

Favorite book?

Height? 

Time they usually go to bed?

Time zone?

Relationship status?

Gender?

Sexuality? 

OTP?

NOTP

Favorite character?

Least Favorite character?

Favorite Song?

Favorite band/artist?

anything else you can think of

Happy munday.

I decided I needed angst so here it is. It’s after the third partition of Poland when she still believed that Poland was dead.

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{In shaky handwriting, a mix between Polish and Russian with a few tear spots on the paper}

Dear Pol,

I need you. I hurt so much. My head is so fuzzy. My hand is shaking, though you can probably tell from my handwriting. Oh my God- you know I don’t say that often. I just can’t think of anything better to say. Russia had me spend from dawn to noon shoveling the animal waste. Afterwards was moving these heavy things then cleaning then cooking dinner for everyone. After that I had to clean up the stables again. I can’t remember the last time I ate. I can’t get rid of the smell. Please. Please don’t be dead. I’m losing hope. My head is so fuzzy. I feel like I’m forgetting who I am. I feel like I’m becoming a mindless servant. Please. Please don’t be dead. I need you please don’t be dead.

Your wife,

Gabi

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Jeez and wow. Lots and lots. Also, I found this gif and just needed to share it.

well, I hope you feel better in the morning but for now here are some more hearts <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Thank you.

hey sweetie <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 don't hurt yourself. it's gonna be okay. you're a very beautiful and kind and vibrant young woman and I love seeing your face on my dashboard. you're not useless, you're not a waste of space, and to be honest I should have said this much earlier, instead of waiting for you to ask. <3

It's okay. I don't really get a lot of ic stuff, let alone ooc stuff. Most of the time I'm okay with that, but tonight I feel very alone unwanted. I just feel like I shouldn't even cosplay because that takes time away from important things like cleaning because that's all my mom seems to care that I do.

Rough Night

I'm having a rough night and I managed to convince myself not to take just over the amount of medicine I should but I'm still thinking about scratching myself or something and I could really use some encouragement from you guys to feel like I'm not a waste or useless.

@ask-blogger-miss-prussia