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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 2:13 pm
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❝ Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.❞
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00 ← Ｍood
Music & Art Class ← Ｌocation
Maybe it was meant this way.← Ｔhoughts
Peers ← Ｃompany
Distant Shore ← Ｔheme 00
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00 Week after week continues to pass by as Marion continues to keep to herself. Observing her peers and professors from afar, slowly reverted back to her anti social self though she didn’t change a whole lot to begin with. Anyways, it’s another day and today is art and music taught by that giant teacher who’s nearly a solid two feet taller than her. Time to get ready for the day, starting with her morning routine; brushing her teeth, taking a bath, combing her hair, eating breakfast before fulling dressed up and packing up her bag.
Stepping out of her dorm and off she goes on her own. It even seems some even noticed her isolating habits, she wasn’t actively looking around but she can see from the corner of her eye wandering spirits which were either watching her from a distance while a few braved to float near her. Entering the class later than usual, she quickly made her way to the near back of the classroom and takes a seat and grabs her note book and starting jotting down things. 00
00  Out.Of.Cosplays:Marion’s outfit
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2019 10:09 am
  This is Me | What I do: Art and Music Teacher LeVane Academy/Hero | Am I taken?: No
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: At ease | Who am I with?: A few students | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Art and Music classroom | What is my suit?: My hero suit
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"Good morning." He would call to those who are late, not making as big of a deal on it like Seiji usually did. After they did their short recap and small lecture on color theory, the man moved onto them picking their colors and letting them start their painting. They would work solely on them until class was dismissed while he graded their homework papers and made sure he tallied everyone's attendance correctly. He could remember when he was so worried about teaching before. But now, it came at ease to him. He got used to having his students, and he got used to his role. When they reached the last 15 minutes, he would tell those who were not finished, to stop and start cleaning up.
As the bell rang for class to be dismissed, Mitsuru stood up from his desk and started addressing the students as they were getting ready to leave.”Whatever you didn't finish today, will need to be finished for homework. Next week I may do a pop quiz on what I covered for color theory, so please study.” He gave students a wave of dismissal before taking his seat again as they started filing out of the room. He would be here for about an hour and a half to answer any questions.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2019 10:21 am
  This is Me | My House: Cerretti | Am I taken?: No.
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Neutral | Who am I with?: other students | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Art and Music Classroom | My Suit?: This~
He had been painting without much thought to it, his body close to the canvas as he made small details and used not only his paint, but white and darkgray acrylic paint pens in tandem with it. He didn't go for your basic color scheme and chose to water down his acrylics so that they almost had a water color feel to them when he laid them down. As he put the color all in the center of the piece, he would turn his canvas around and shake it a little to make the paint drip almost like a splatter. Then he would let that dry completely, playing on Promullar until it was ready. After that, he would draw over it with the acrylic paint pens.
He was done a little bit after Rebecca finished hers, his eyes casting up to look at her as she approached to see what he did. The key with Rebecca, was to seem like nothing was wrong, so she wouldn't pry into your life to figure it out. So he removed his headphones and just started wiping his hands clean on a damp rag.
Looking at his piece, he turned it a little for her to see what he did. A caged heart with a bird sitting on the outside of the cage and a rainbow of color in the back. Perhaps it didn't entirely follow any specific color theory, but it fit the assignment of working with acrylic.
"Just something random." He would say with a shrug as if it had little meaning to it.
"What did you paint?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2019 12:12 am
 "Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ "Culus"
Student ☥ Rotavele Stitch worked diligently throughout class, or rather, his left hand worked diligently. He didn't think he could actually paint, but apparently his left hand knew a thing or two, and it had started directing the show. His hand was working on a painting almost exactly like his father's tattoo except that the fishies were in shades of pink (very reminiscent of his father's hair color), eventually leading in to shades of purple quite reminiscent of Mitsu's hair. Sure Stitch could have done anything he wanted, but for him it was more important to show his unbridled love for the family that had taken him in. He delayed in cleaning up by just a few minutes, giving his hand time to finish up. Damn...his hand was actually pretty good. He couldn't help but wonder where it had learned to paint like that. He surveyed his work, impressed by what he had done, but still worried it wouldn't be up to his father's or brother's standards. Once more people had cleared out, he approached his paragon of a brother, "Onii-sensei, do you think Oto-san will like my work?" He had a million other questions to ask, but at the moment, that was the most important one. Still, he was a curious child and he couldn't help but ask more of his wise older brother. "Why are they called coy fish? Do they flirt with all of the other fish? or fisherpeople? And...why does Oto-san like them so much? I can tell he really likes them because of the tattoo and he has a coy pond and other coy things, but why?" He put a hand to his mouth, and through it very quietly added, "am...am I asking too many questions, or questions I shouldn't ask?" His family was the best thing to ever happen to him, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep them safe and happy and loving him. As of yet, he hadn't noticed any particular faux pas he might commit that would get him disowned, and his father had even said he wasn't going to disown him, but there had to be something inherently wrong with Stitch, something that had made so many people hate him so much that they were willing to kill him."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: Onii-senseixxxxxxMood: Curious/NervousxxxxxxOoc: __
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2019 10:16 am
This is Me | What I do: Art and Music Teacher LeVane Academy/Hero | Am I taken?: No
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: At ease/Reminiscent | Who am I with?: Stitch | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Art and Music classroom | What is my suit?: My hero suit
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he was rather excited to see what Stitch had made, so when the student came asked for his opinion on his work, Mitsuru happily took a look at it. It was stunning in color and composition, and made him feel a little emotional. It was like an homage to him and Seiji, with their respective hair colors represented in each fish. It was flattering, sweet, and as an older brother...he was quite proud with it. Since the class was over and the student were gone, the man lifted his hand to gently ruffle the boy's hair. His expression was affectionate and kind. He was more than happy to have a little brother, for he never had one before.
”I think that he will be so moved by it, he will want to hang it up in his room.” He assured his little brother as his hand returned to his side and a barrage of questions ensued. Instead of getting angry or overwhelmed, Mitsuru gave a pleased chuckle in reply. Stitch was always full of so many questions and so much wonder. Much like he was when he was younger. He wondered if Seiji felt the same when he had little Mitsuru asking him every question he could thing of back to back n a single breath. ”Well, they used to be called nishikigoi, which means brocaded carp. People believe that over time, through the grapevine theory, that people started shortening the name for connivence and eventually, they started deriving koi from the ending of the word, "goi".”
When the topic turned to why Seiji loved them so much, Mitsuru moved to sit down with a sigh. His expression was a little far away as he processed the thought. "Elias is where that came from. Seiji used to not care much for the ocean and he hated the smell of fish. But, after Elias, he grew a great appreciation for the beauty of the ocean and its creatures. Elias loved koi fish very much. He often compared Seiji to a koi fish because of his hair and eyes. Said he was a beautiful koi. When Elias died, Seiji got the tattoo in his honor and has had a love for koi ever sense."
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2019 10:04 pm
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ "Culus"
Student ☥ Rotavele He was soooo nervous as he waited to hear Mitsuru's judgement of his work, but even before he said a word, Stitch could tell by the smile that he had done well. Getting his hair ruffled again: that was the best reward he could imagine getting. It was such an intimate yet playful gesture, something that only an older family member would do to a younger one: so every time Mitsuru ruffled his hair, Stitch knew it meant he was more and more a part of the family. He actually gave an audible gasp when Mitsuru said that Seiji would like his work so much he would put it up in his room. He had heard tales and seen references in movies to getting work put up on the fridge: a sacred zone where only very good work was to be presented, but in his Daddy's room sounded like an even greater honor. Little kid work didn't get put up in their parent's bedroom, it was only worthy of the fridge. Would Daddy even get it framed? That seemed like too great of an honor for one such as Stitch, but he could always be hopeful!
Despite the barrage of questions, Mitsuru seemed unphased, even maybe was welcoming the questions? Was that what it meant to be an older brother? to be the source of most information for the younger, a guide to set the little one on the right path? If that was the case, there was no way that Stitch would ever err: he had the bestest guide ever helping him! Stitch had no clue what the grapevine theory was, or why grapes had anything to do with changing words, but apparently according to a theory about grapes he had gotten the wrong impression about the fish. From now on when he was around his father, he would call the fishies "nishikigoi" instead of koi, cause that sounded more Japanese. It also made him sound smarter. Still, he was glad he had never voiced his confusion about why the fish were deemed flirtatious, it would have been so embarrassing and made him seem so dumb! He made a note to ask why grapes changed words.
However as soon as he heard his brother sigh and saw him sit down to collect his thoughts, he knew that grape language evolution wasn't fitting anymore. He listened in rapt attention as Mitsu explained about how Seiji used to hate the ocean and all of its critters, but his first husband had changed all of that. Stitch referred to said first husband as "Daddy Eli," but made sure to never speak that name in front of his Daddy lest it make him sad. "I...understand. Some things just don't seem so important, little moments that made you so happy...til the person you shared the moment with is gone and all you have left is memories. Then you wonder how you failed to see the importance of those memories until it was too late..." His voice trailed off for a moment, then he shook his head and his usual smile returned. "Anyways, I'm gonna give this to Daddy for his birthday. This will be the first time I've celebrated his birthday, so I have to make it the best!" It wasn't the first birthday he could remember celebrating, but those past ones were far in the past. They didn't matter anymore."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: Onii-chanxxxxxxMood: ElatedxxxxxxOoc: __
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2019 7:22 pm
This is Me | What I do: Art and Music Teacher LeVane Academy/Hero | Am I taken?: No
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Somber/Lighthearted | Who am I with?: Stitch | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Art and Music classroom | What is my suit?: My hero suit
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What Stitch said, resonated with him. It was something that made him recall his relationship with his dad. Reuniting with him after he went to get him in Japan. He could remember crying in his father's arms. There was so much emotion involved in that day. All his regret for the many years he hated his father, the relief that the man who used to look up to wasn't a monster after all. Sorrow with all that wasted time apart. Knowing that his father was innocent, knowing that his father could die any moment....it really made him come to appreciate the memories he made and will continue to make with him. He just wished that he didn't let the struggle of everything cloud his judgement and make his ears deaf to his father's pain and struggling alone. To have gone through such a horrible situation all alone. His father's pain and isolation was his fault. His father tried to ask him for his help, to reach out to him, and Mitsuru turned his back to him in his need. Though Heisuke forgave him for it, Mitsuru would never quite forgive himself for that pain. It was like the two were in a never ending cycle of guilt which stemmed from events that transpired between them. Heisuke's regret that he couldn't be there for his son and missed most of Mitsu's life, and then Mitsuru's regret for being so petty and ungrateful to the man who had always shown him kindness and love. Things his mother wasn't so great as showing herself, even before the whole situation made her have a nervous breakdown and a mental lapse for a period of time.
”Memories are indeed important. Special moments and important lessons.” As Stitch dropped the heavy topic and spoke of Seji's birthday, Mitsuru let his somber expression fade as he gave the boy a soft smile and a lighthearted chuckle. It was nice to see the mood pick back up. "Just remember, Seiji isn't too big on Valentine themed birthdays. It is hard to like a holiday which devalued your birthday. People tried to call him Cupid often and his birthday was forgotten or overshadowed by the holiday. He kind of despises it and claims that it is just a commercialized holiday brought on by corporate companies to make a lot of money off love."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 12:25 pm
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ "Culus"
Student ☥ Rotavele At the mention of Valentine's Day, Stitch scrunched up his nose in distaste. The way kids celebrated it was a little gross but mostly okay, but the way the people in his class and adults celebrated it was absolutely disgusting. "I think I like Valentine's better the way he sees it. At least corporate profit is normal, mushy kissy stuff is so gross." He shuddered at the mere thought of all of that slimy gross couple stuff that somehow people enjoyed. He hoped there would never come a day when he actually liked that kind of stuff. "Why would anyone ever celebrate that stuff over Daddy's birthday!? Birthdays are waaaay better!" Hopefully that would be interpreted as a rhetorical question, or at least a question better left unanswered, cause he really didn't want to know why Smooch Day was such a beloved holiday. However, the more he thought about throwing the bestest party ever, the more a terror grew in his heart: the last time he had celebrated someone's birthday was when he was little and living out in the woods with his birth dad. Back then, they had had basically nothing, and he was fairly young, so not much was really expected. To celebrate, he had been a little more helpful around the house, been extra affectionate, and had even found some edible wild berries to put on top of their normal old bread so as to make it a little special. It had made his dad very happy to be sure, but things were different now. These days he was almost an adult, so perfectly capable of many things, and he actually had a job and money so he could afford to make things better. So what on earth was he supposed to do for a bestest birthday party? "W-would you help me plan Daddy's party? I haven't planned one in seven years, and things were really different back then, and I don't want to mess up, so I really really really need help, please? You know Daddy so well and are really really sweet and creative and smart, so I know you will know exactly what to do." Not a bit of that was flattery: he genuinely thought all of that of his perfect big brother. His whole family, except for him, were absolutely perfect, and it was a daily struggle for him to be good enough to be even remotely worthy of them. Especially Daddy. For most of his life, he had had a nebulous idea of what his ultimate hero would be like, just a list of ideals that person would embody. He had never thought it possible he would find an actual person who embodied them, yet he had found them in Koyanagi Seiji. What's more, instead of just noting the idolation and leaving it at that, this paragon of his ideals had even taken him in, become the first family he had had in seven years. He just had to make everything perfect."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: Onii-chanxxxxxxMood: Nervous/OverwhelmedxxxxxxOoc: __
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 9:01 pm
This is Me | What I do: Art and Music Teacher LeVane Academy/Hero | Am I taken?: No
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Pleased | Who am I with?: Stitch | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Art and Music classroom | What is my suit?: My hero suit
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Mitsuru chuckled in his amusement of Stitch's reaction to love and affection. Which was very far from himself. He often felt like might get a little attached in romantic relationships. In his relationship with Rebecca, things were far too complicated and jumbled. A complete mess. The two were keeping things from each other and acting as though things were completely okay. Just because they had waited so long to be together. Waiting for the rules to be out of their way for their happiness. And where did that get them? At least they were doing way better on their communication with one another.
”Don't worry, I think that you being uninterested in that stuff is okay. I mean, I don't exactly give a great example on relationships. I have one failed relationship and then one situation where I was led on when nothing was happening.” Perhaps he should stay away from dating for a little while. He really didn't want to strike out again so quickly. "Birthdays are quite fun. You can pick any theme at all. There is only one theme on V-Day. Love. Not a theme I excel in unfortunately."
He gave a small sigh of complete disappointment in himself, before he was nodding his head with a charming smile, his hand lifting and reaching over to ruffle Stitch's head. "I think that you are very creative and sweet. As does Seiji. I think he really likes how well you interact with people and encourage him to do the same. A combination of you and Ander are really softening him up." Another chuckle as his shoulders shook in his amusement. Yes, he was excited about the idea of him and Stitch party planning together, and really hope it fell through without a hitch. "We will make him the best party together."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 10:19 pm
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ "Culus"
Student ☥ Rotavele He was excited to know his big brother was going to help him out. With his help, everything was bound to be perfect! But Onii-chan seemed sort of upset, and all of the sadness was focused on the whole love topic and relationships and stuff, or at least so far as Stitch could tell. It sort of made sense: people Stitch's age and older seemed to care about and like all of that mushy stuff, so it was a logical deduction that Onii-chan would care about it. And given Stitch hadn't seen any kissy stuff going on for his brother in quite some time, it stood to reason, maybe, that that would bug him. He wasn't really sure why he did it, save that he hated to see people sad, but in one smooth movement, he removed himself from his seat, plunked himself down on his brother's leg fairly close to the knee, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then wrapped his arms around his brother and held on as tightly as he could. "I love you, Onii-chan. S-so if it would help, I can be your Valentine!" A more mature Stitch would understand how wrongly that could have been taken, but in his mind that was a perfect solution. Valentine's was all about love, right? So, he loved his brother, and that was a type of love that counted. Valentine's also had a lot of kissing too, but he had just kissed his brother on the cheek and that wasn't too horrible. If it came down to it, he could maybe kiss him again in a short time period, though the notion still kind of weirded him out. He probably should have gotten back up and moved elsewhere, it would have been more proper, but instead he buried his face in Onii-chan's chest. "I've missed you so much!" He couldn't begin to explain how anxious he got when he didn't get to spend time with his brother. Couldn't explain how he would end up crying himself to sleep if he hadn't gotten to spend time with either Mitsu or his Daddy. "You're so warm and soft and strong..." barely audible mumbles managed to creep their way out of the tight embrace. Years of deep hatred and solitude had left deep wounds in Stitch, injuries that only felt better under the soft gaze or kind word of his father or brother; and only seemed to heal through physical contact with either of the two men. With each passing second, he curled further and further in on his brother, wanting nothing more than to feel big strong arms wrapped protectively around him."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: Onii-chanxxxxxxMood: TinyxxxxxxOoc: ...stupid onion ninjas...
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 12:11 am
  ☆ MOOD ▬ ❝ Excited ❞ ☆ LOCATION ▬ ❝ Art and Music classroom ❞ ☆ COMPANY ▬ ❝ Students and Teacher ❞
When the bell rang dismissing class she hardly noticed. She was to busy working on her painting to notice much of anything. As everyone gets up to leave she does not even pay any attention as she continues her work. She had one earphone in listening to the song her brother had just recorded for her to listen to. As the song she was listening to came to an end she was putting the last few touches on her painting. She looks up from her work and notices everyone was leaving but the teacher and another kid.
She decides not to bother them and instead goes to get another canvas so she could do some more painting. She places her first painting on an empty easel to dry. then places the new canvas on her easel and starts to decide what she was going to paint. Picking out a few colors she starts to paint leaving the two alone.
Out Of Cookies → Sorry it is so short looked longer on my phone
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