Is anyone still alive here? :(
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shipping something as a joke but then actually starting to ship it
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I finally drew teacher!Mink. One of the goals in my life has been accomplished. I decided to use his natural hairstyle because it suits the image of a teacher better than the dreadlocks UvU”
BTW, while I do plan to start being more consistent on this blog again, you can also find me more often than not over here on my Crowley Eusford blog, or over here on my Izuminokami Kanesada blog.
Lately, I’ve been on Crowley more, until the TouRan fandom and Hakuouki start picking back up again. If I am not here, I will most likely be on him. =)
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I know he doesn’t eat chocolate :3 バレンタインデー ~ ❤❤❤❤❤❤
I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG AND I AM SORRY AND I MISS THIS BLOG SO MUCH AND I MISS MINK AND HE IS STILL ACTIVE AND I CRY
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Every WHITE ROSE has a BLACK SHADOW
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@kageuta see i told you i could moefy mink
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"Happy New Year's, cinnahunk." His breath was thick with the aroma of alcohol, arms sliding their way up to wrap around the older's shoulders. Holidays had never been his strong point, and often they resulted in him either drinking or smoking half a case of his finest cigarettes and causing his room to smell thickly of cloves. Leaning in, he presses a soft, almost chaste kiss against Mink's, then giggling a bit as he leaned against him. "Mm... I mighta had one too many, heh..."
He reeked. The scent of alcohol was sharp and heavy on Koujaku’s breath, as if the glassing of those red eyes wasn’t enough of a clue. But it was that smell that assaulted him first, long before the hairdresser draped his arms about his neck. It mingled with the weighted scent of smoke and clove in a myriad that made his nose burn. An inconvenience to most, yet to Mink, it was almost suffocating.
False blues stared down at the hazy grin that beamed back up at him. Wasn’t this condition the reason they were in this situation in the first place? He supposed Koujaku never learned. They were both viciously stubborn in their own right. Mink hated alcohol, and the vulnerability it brought. Koujaku relished it. It was one of his escapes, if he wasn’t finding it with Mink in his bed. And they’d been toying with this relationship for long enough now that it was starting to grate him, grind down those stone walls, make him want to see Koujaku without the fog.
Perhaps that was more offensive than the eye roll worthy pet name the drunken swordsman somehow managed to string together. But Mink was his ‘lover’, not his keeper. And ‘lover’ was a word he was hesitant to use.
The kiss was pressed to his lips, and it was a gesture Mink did not shy away from, though it was not one he returned.
“Is this what happens when I leave you to your own devices?”
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“… Yes, I understand what you mean. You poor little thing. I, too, wished a mother with wings would come to me & wrap me up in soft feathers.” Lucy had a long conversation with the invisible creature, a soft smile placed on pale lips, as she remained ignorant of Mink being nearby. “How I missed her — her touch — the touch I have never felt; only when I was so little. Little like you. It is alright, little one… I’ll be your bird.”
She glanced at Mink; now aware.
“… You are staring.”
His eyes flit to and fro from the street, back to the mass of white hair that tumbled down the girl’s back. It was a mass that was better maintained than it had been before she stumbled her way, unwanted, into his life. Still, it always managed to become a tangled mess by the time she set a bony foot to the pavement outside. At least those feet were now had shoes.
A draw was taken from his pipe as he listened. Smoke billowed from his lips on the exhale. It’s solemn grey mingled with the darker, more foreboding color of the clouds that hung above them. The girl’s rambling was nonsensical at best, to anyone else. A child prattling to their invisible friend. How cute, how quaint. However, to Mink, there was something so profound in every word she spoke, even if she herself would never see it.
Their eyes met. His stone expression never wavered, even when met with Lucy’s accusation.
“We’re moving.” It was the only reply he offered her.
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( i doN'T CARE THAT YOU'RE OFFLINE FOR THE WEEKENd i jus wanted to send a dumb new years thing for mink i don't even care if it winds up belated just ilu hope your weekend goes well / v\ )
I READ THE FIRST LINE AND CRIED
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I survived, but it’s not a happy ending.
Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via quotes-shape-us)