[[Oh. Also I’m not dead yet. I’m just…busy.

Well, besides reading fanfics and screwing around on my personal tumblr. Those are distractions from the fact that I actually have stuff to do. Ugh. Make life go awaaaaaaay.]]

[[So I just realized that it would be totally awesome if Neku was an amateur DJ. Not like getting paid for it or anything (not yet) but he has a turn table and all that jizz in his room and he likes playing around with it.

…

Random headcanon. I apologize for it.]]

[[Hello to all the new followers who started following me while I haven’t been doing anything. o______o]]

[[-Sighs- You know what? I’m just going to go into another hiatus.

Probably would have actually rped if the Homestuck update didn’t distract me.

But my writing muse isn’t really feeling it right now anyway. :T]]

[[B-but tumblr I’m too tired to rp….

….-reads more fanfics-

-feels bad cause she’s still being rather anti-social lately. Even on the internet-

-decides to attempt communications tomorrow when there is no class-]]

Anonymous asked: butts everywhere

“….ok.”

[[So I just had a really bad day and I’m pretty sure I won’t be on or rping tonight. I just wanna sleep.

So I’ll reply to Bosshua and post cream-puff’s starter sometime tomorrow after class. As well as any other replies I work on. Thanks.]]

@Jesusbeamz

Neku wasn’t sure why he continued to come here, to this Shibuya. It was quiet, eerily so. It had improved since the first time he had visited, but there was still something off about it. It gave him a chill, despite the warm weather, and made his stomach feel funny.

Coming here had become habit, even though he claimed this to be his least favorite Shibuya. Maybe it was stress. The other universes were just too noisy at times. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure it would never actually fall. 

The whole universe traveling thing was getting easier, though it was tricky business and he still had no idea how it worked. He was happy to know that it had become almost effortless to switch between different Shibuyas, but anywhere else might give him a headache. It was just a matter of thinking, connecting with his destination, and then he was suddenly there.

He sighed as he strolled down familiar streets, glancing into into stores and restaurants without really seeing them. He didn’t think there was much more to do other than walk, but he still had the slightest inkling that maybe he was just waiting for something to happen. He didn’t know what that thing was, but he was hoping it would happen soon. He was getting bored.