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  • My name is Rio. This is the part where I put words that make me sound cool and interesting, but also not intimidating so that I still come off as approachable.

    I'm into things like Dramatical Murder, Animal Crossing, and horses. Also writing and cosplay.

    Sometimes NSFW.

    [DMMD Fic] Forty Bones [6/?] (MinAo)

    Forty Bones
    (Other chapters)

    Rating: T for now, M in future chapters.

    Summary: Aoba never thinks much of the florist shop he works next to, more preoccupied with making a living as a part time barista and full time sass master. But then one day he’s forced to enter it, and finds what he’s been missing out on all along. Or really, who.

    Notes: This is a commissioned piece, so if you’d like a commission of your own you can find more info here. Many thanks to Niji for beta’ing.

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        Aoba locks the door with unsure hands that night, the fresh bouquet tucked under his arm and his heart tapping out a too-fast rhythm. He focuses hard on his breath, two seconds inhale, three seconds exhale. Right, he’s got this. Why wouldn’t he? He can walk in there and hand over some cash no problem.

        He’ll never have to go back after this, and the thought gives him the briefest moment of relief as he forces his feet the few yards between the shops. The dim light that burns from the back is still on, and he shoulders the door open with the last of the courage he has.

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    joeykuncosplay:

I can’t forget that we’re connected
And the important times
I won’t let go our tied hand in hand
In this place where you only have to be
Koujaku is joeykuncosplay. Aoba is xsuzakuxxcosplayPhoto taken by @steampunksuperhero

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    joeykuncosplay:

    I can’t forget that we’re connected

    And the important times

    I won’t let go our tied hand in hand

    In this place where you only have to be



    Koujaku is joeykuncosplay. Aoba is xsuzakuxxcosplay
    Photo taken by @steampunksuperhero

    Anonymous: Wheezes I don't know why but your representation of Aoba in Forty Bones is so accurate?? And also Mizuki?? I don't know I can just see them actually acting like that legitimately. A+++

    Haha, thank you very kindly for your compliment. I really enjoy writing both characters— especially Mizuki, so it’s great to hear that you dig how I portray them.

    I think my secret is to write Aoba as an easily overwhelmed kinda-brat, whereas Mizuki is that jokester pal who you love, but also kind of hate because he’d tell your crush you like them. Trust severed, man. Trust severed.

    [DMMD Fic] Forty Bones [5/?] (MinAo)

    Forty Bones
    (Other chapters)

    Rating: T for now, M in future chapters.

    Summary: Aoba never thinks much of the florist shop he works next to, more preoccupied with making a living as a part time barista and full time sass master. But then one day he’s forced to enter it, and finds what he’s been missing out on all along. Or really, who.

    Notes: This is a commissioned piece, so if you’d like a commission of your own you can find more info here. Many thanks to Niji for beta’ing.

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        Aoba tells himself those can’t be the flowers he’d been interested in last night. They all more or less look the same to him. Half-open blooms and colorful petals, long stems with sharp thorns. Or at least, there had been thorns. As he picks the bouquet up now, searching it desperately for the smallest sign that it’s not the same, that’s the sole difference.

        There are marks where they had been, telltale discoloration and an unnatural smoothness.

    “The gentleman from next door brought them over,” says Aoba’s boss as he comes out of the backroom, his hands clasped excitedly together as they tend to be. “Said you’d been looking at them last night.”

    “Oh,” is all Aoba can say, and he finds himself suddenly very aware of how much blood his body holds as it all seems to rush to his head at once. He turns the bouquet over his hands in search of the price. “How much are they?”

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    make-up-to-mud:

    make-up-to-mud:

    Do you know how many parties I’ve had to turn down because of horse related activities??

    None because horses are my only friends

    Aug 21st at 10PM / via: horsesornothing / op: make-up-to-mud / tagged: neightblogging. / reblog / 723 notes