I can hardly believe that a year has already gone by. In that time I’ve made some amazing friends, stayed up far too late, laughed so hard my stomach hurt, written some wonderful threads (angst though), experienced an avalanche of dokis, and even shed some tears. I just want to thank you all for being so warm and welcoming. I feel at home in this fandom and I am so grateful for you all - new followers and old. I hope to keep this account alive for as long as possible. I’ve never been able to keep an RP blog running for this long, and it’s all because of the support of you lovely people.Thank you for getting me this far. 

I want to take this time to acknowledge the beautiful friends and followers I have gained through my nerdy Saitou bias. Those who have been with me since I first started, and those who have come along more recently. 

The people listed here are those who have stuck by me the longest, as well as the people who have interacted with me most ic and/or ooc:

akumanoken || akumanoshijisha || aurumlxna || beatrushbeauty || first-division-captain-souji || firstdivisioncaptain || hanayoi || hoozukihen || justanothersouji || karniivore || karasunobushi || levente-captain-levi || littlebrownwolfie || mehkahsa || michiko-onigiri-chan || namidanosakura || nihon-shoki || okitasojisatsuninken || saigonotsuru || samui-tsukiakari || satsumas-kunoichi || scarsoftheshinsengumi || shinsengumi-no-ken || shinsengumimuscle || shinsengumispy || speared-dragon || stahleo || thefuriouslittlefiredemon || yaminorei || yarifaita || yuzuki-miyako

A special thanks to shinsennotoshi for being the first person who wrote with me here, and for making this beautiful banner image.

I truly appreciate each and every one of you. Even if I did not include your URL, I want you to know I am happy to have you for a follower and I hope we write soon. You are all creative, talented, wonderful people. I look forward to continuing writing with you all. <3

ありがとうございます！

With love,

~ Cello

Sabrina Martinez (via wnq-writers)

Metric ✖ Help I’m Alive 

     her gaze would trail to the said item before glancing back        at the other, quickly taking the item and handing it over to        her.

          ` i—— i don’t !! here you go ! ` in which she’d await to see                if the other would take it. would she run away from her                after this ? would she maybe apologize for some un-                known reason like everyone else did ?

     hopefully not.

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     {  She hadn't looked too closely at the girl; she         had no reason to. But upon closer inspection,         Mikasa couldn't help but notice that there was         something                                                    ...unusual...         about the other. She looked normal enough,         but her presence seemed strange.

     " ...Thanks, " she manages to say, taking the        book from the girl's hand. A quick glance around        the building proves that there aren't many seats        left. All remaining seats are close in proximity        to the dark-haired girl.

                              "——Do you mind if I sit by you?"

isolation (closed rp with uncloudedblade)

[❊] — He should have known this would have been among the consequences. He should have known the death would stir up enough rage that men would follow him, even onto the Freylora. Saitou should have known they would make an attempt on his life.

            How long have they been watching him? He does not know and it does not matter. He had been faintly aware of a presence constantly hovering about, chasing his every footstep like a mosaic of shadows. For this reason, he had kept himself armed. A single, sheathed tanto, hidden within his boot.

            It was the middle of the night, but he had not been asleep. Something had felt off to Saitou, wrong in the way the lights flickered in the hallway, their wavering illumination and alternating shade flashing through the crack at the bottom of his door. He had kept very still, completely quiet except for the faint rasp of his breath.

            And then they had entered, kicking the door shut behind them. Two men, armed with crude weapons fashioned from pipes.

            Now Saitou springs to his feet, bracing himself as they rush towards him. The first is clumsy, swinging the pipe with an over-exaggerated arc. Catching his arm and flipping him to the ground is easy – his own momentum makes it possible.

            A loud crash as the first attacker lands on a table in the room, splintering the wood. Saitou turns just as the other rushes towards him, dropping to avoid the pipe swinging towards his head. Saitou’s hand reaches for his boot as he rolls and pops up into a half crouch, the callused fingers of his left hand encircling the hilt of the knife.

            Saitou whips it from the covering of his boot, keeping low and lunging forward as the other man swings at him again. The hilt of the still-sheathed blade collides with the man’s stomach, sending him stumbling backwards.

            But the first man Saitou fended off has picked himself back up. Arms wrap around Saitou’s neck, beefy forearms pressing into his throat. A faint grunt drops from Saitou’s lips. He jerks his arm back, his elbow crashing into his assailant’s stomach.

            Just as Saitou manages to weaken the hold and twist out of that man’s grasp, the second flies at him again, pipe aimed straight for his head.

            In one clean movement, Saitou draws the knife from its sheath, slashing the man across the chest with the tanto. A deep line of red wells up in a grimace along his chest. Before another second is wasted, Saitou plunges the dagger into the man’s throat.

            As the body falls, Saitou’s cobalt eyes lift and land on a dark-haired girl, standing in the doorway. For that single second, the remaining attacker, somewhere in the room behind Saitou, is forgotten. 

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     {  It was an unexpected scene, that's for sure. An indigo haired man, seemingly not much older than she was, fighting two others ( and quite well she might add ). His fighting technique is nearly flawless and he is able to dispatch the first man easily. She finds herself watching his fluid movements in amazement. If she is not mistaken, the man is as good a fighter as she is, perhaps even better...

     But now the question begs to answer: Friend or Foe? It doesn't matter. Either way she looks at it, the man could present a serious problem for her. She refuses to take the cowardly option of running. She's intrigued by the man and his motives, wanting to know more about the specifics of why he is fighting.

     Then his gaze briefly turns to her, dark eyes meeting her stare evenly. His expression is empty, giving away nothing, but she can tell that her presence had surprised him. ( Who wouldn't be caught off guard in this situation? ) 

     She's rather surprised that he caught sight of her. With the loud sounds coming from inside the room, it would be much harder to hear approaching footsteps, or any other sound that would tell of another's presence. She temporarily decides on the idea that his sighting of her is purely coincidental, though if she has the chance, she plans on asking him later.

     Their eye contact only lasts for a single second, but in this extremely short period of time, she notices similarities between the two of them. Something in the way he carries himself, and something in the way he fights so effortlessly. She feels chills run down her spine. There is no doubt about it. This man is powerful.

     A movement in the corner of her eye catches her attention. It is the forgotten second attacker, stealthily approaching the other man. Calculations stream through her head, as she quickly analyzes the circumstances. From the looks if it, the situation will be going downhill fast.

     Of course her predictions are solely dependent upon the man's reaction speed and his defensive abilities, but she rules that he will not be prepared in time.

     She spends little to no time deciding what she will do. ( She will figure out the details later of who is good and who is bad ). Instead, she sneaks into the room, fully knowing the dark-haired man will be aware of her presence. She's hoping to counteract the attacker's attack. It'll be just long enough to buy time for her so that she has the chance to take both of them out and then start asking questions. }

          ` huh..? ` she questioned the other, a blank expression                on her face. it was clear how oblivious she was to the                other’s question — almost like she hadn’t completely                registered it.

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     {  " ....I asked if you had            any plans on using that. "

     She repeats, gesturing to a book nearby the other.      Signs of slight impatience are visible within her features.      For her, it's been a long day ( not that it's any excuse )      and she's had her share of dealing with people.

Sinbad no Bouken (via garalord)

Landscape - Florence and the Machine

She’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together

Haiku on Clarity | jl | Connotativewords (via xtelumendil)