hey everyone - i’ll be putting this blog on hiatus for a while! i’ve been busy this past month and i’ll likely be even busier during july, since i have a ton of grad school stuff to do. 

i’ve been well, though, and i hope you all have been, too! 

he’s so beautiful.

wildcxrd:

     – Sure, but he’d liked the curves before he’d realized that was his spine. He’d end up with a hunchback one of these days if he didn’t fix that, exaggerated or not. But Akira was never one to let his embarrassment – as fleeting and rare as it was – get the better of him. That piece, that pose, was not a proper representation of him. He didn’t have his face in his phone that much. Did he?

     – Stretching, Akira let said phone slip to the side of him on the bed as he leaned backwards, one hand holding himself up. The other arm comically came to drape over his forehead with his fingers splayed out like a child-drawn sun. Though his face remained passive, there was a bit of mirth flashing behind the mask of his glasses.

    “ What are you talking about? ” he asked as he held the pose. “ This is how I always sit. ” His expression did not change, even when his elbow began to bow from the strain. Was that a pop or a crack?

     yusuke’s eyes light up as akira contorts himself into another position. yes, this pose...! its fluidity, its energy...! “akira!” yusuke flips to a new page of his sketchbook. “you must maintain that pose. i didn’t know you were capable of such a thing!”

    the previous piece is already completely out of his mind. yusuke is sketching at a speed that’s almost... comically fast; his determination to capture the pose within the page is completely obvious. “you’re a far better model than i thought you’d be.” he’s so pleased - it’s as if he was not just criticizing akira for moving mere moments ago. 

     of course, when he hears that strange... crack-like noise, his expression changes ever-so-slightly... though he doesn’t look up from the sketchbook page - not yet! not when he’s so close to finishing this sketch...! “please don’t break your elbow just yet, akira. the sketch is almost complete.” 

mediasleuth:

     his knowledge in regards to art was cursory  ,  at most  ,  related moreso to general art - related crimes than art history  ,  though he liked to believe he knew the difference between a matisse  &  picasso  ,  and where modern art both began and ended  ,  but  …   ❛   it’s a beautiful piece.  the love one’s mother has for her children is not often rendered in such loving detail  …  it’s odd  ,  however.   that madarame would have chosen to desecrate it for the sake of a mona lisa - esque mystery.   the original is stunning.  ❜      /    @mabufu  ♡’d for a starter.

     “yes – i agree. its restored form far surpasses the false version which madarame tried to sell off to the public.” yusuke, admittedly, finds respite in this. thank goodness they were able to acquire the true sayuri. to allow its beauty to shine the way it always meant to; the way his mother would have wanted it to. “the very fact that madarame had the gall to sully such a piece... it’s... criminal, truly. in every sense of the word.” only a rotten adult could do such a thing. “perhaps his actions were a reflection of his own views concerning parenthood.” of course, he was also covering his tracks, so to speak, as yusuke, himself, is the infant portrayed in the piece, but... it’s something to consider. “when i lived with him, he... certainly didn’t have a nurturing personality.” 

Ryuji treats him often

nahvi:

“  ow  ,  inari  !  that  hurts  !  ”   maybe  allowing  the  meticulous  artist  to  braid her  hair  was  a  mistake.  when  was  the  last  time  she  brushed  it  ?  it  had  become  a  forest  -  no  ,  a  jungle  of  matted  knots  ;  frizzy  and  messy  with  lack  of  maintenance  and  time  spent  laying  in  bed.  /  @mabufu

     “of course it hurts. when was the last time you even entertained the thought of running a comb through your hair?” yusuke isn’t even one to normally care about such things, but this... this is a problem; that much is certain. “consider yourself fortunate that i’m the one doing this. i can’t imagine what other members of our friend group would say.” despite his somewhat harsh words, yusuke does try to comb futaba’s hair with a bit more gentleness. as gentle as one can be when dealing with a tangled mess, of course. “how on earth did you get your hair into this state? it’s so horrible that it’s almost admirable.” almost. 

magebrand:

❝ no. ❞ his answer came without hesitation. he wouldn’t deny having been curious before in the past, especially when finally accepting himself. he wondered about those who also had to live out their lives in secrecy; but what reason was there to go? what would there be to offer to him, other than some surface-level reassurance? he still didn’t know anyone intimately—to soren, it seemed lackluster. yusuke was beginning to become an exception; someone who spoke and intervened and wouldn’t leave, no matter how soren responded to him. he’d come to quietly accept it, even if begrudgingly. soren looked at yusuke with little interest before quirking an eyebrow. ❝ do you? you know you can go, even if i won’t, right? ❞ soren wouldn’t care much either way, right? if somehow yusuke found peace or closure in the grann desert, it needn’t involve him.

❝ i’m fine here. ❞

      soren’s response itself does not surprise yusuke. what surprises him is how quickly said response is delivered. “is that so? somehow, it’s comforting to hear that. you see - i don’t wish to go back. not at all.” a soft sigh as his mind drifts back to past times. “i don’t intend to be rude. simply put, my time within the settlement was... strange.” being among others, supposedly so very similiar to him - and yet, so different. “i felt free, yet... caged. as if i went from being in hiding in one place to being in hiding in another.” granted, there were certainly more people with him in the desert... but yusuke has never been very good with people. “i wandered around the desert on my own very often - much to the annoyance of the leaders of that community.” 

     it’s peculiar, discussing it like this. “besides my mother, you’re the only person i’ve ever met who hasn’t wanted to go to the settlement.” everyone else seems to be determined to travel there; to establish a home there. “so i was simply curious about your reasoning. i, myself, am grateful that i was able to establish myself here... even if it may be a bit less... ah, safe.” after all, he can’t exactly run around proclaiming his branded status for the entire army to hear. “in that sense, you’re very inspiring to me, soren.” 

downtomyunderoos replied to your post: 

take the gun, kitagawa

i’m thinking abt making p3 and p4 verses for yusuke... hmhmhmmm

“mother, i am trying. i cover up my bruises, i rub my scars. mother, i am trying. i scratch at my tears, i yank at my heart. mother, i am trying. i reach up to the stars, i try to pull them down. mother, i am trying. i bury my hands in the dirt, searching for something cleaner than my soul. mother, i am trying. i plead for help, i beg for mercy. i ask them to see, to please please see. there is something else, there is more to me.”

— but it is oh so hard to be loved (p.b)

Persona 5 Dancing Star Night Yusuke Kitagawa in “Life Will Change” PV 

hello TheCG ! i’m your secret valentine for the @shukitavalentines2018 :)  Happy (late) Valentine! 

wildcxrd:

@mabufu is probably looking for a better critique than this.

     – There’s little that can distract Akira from his phone, and yet he seems to always make time for his teammates. Said time might not be insightful in the least – especially when the topic isn’t something to do with their job – but they can’t say he doesn’t try. However, it does take him a few moments before he realizes Yusuke is addressing him, not talking to himself, and another few heartbeats pass before he recognizes the expectant look and the unmistakable stylistic trademark of one of his sketches.

     – Fuck. He wasn’t paying attention, though; Akira sure hopes he wasn’t asking for something specific.

     “ Looks good, ” he offers as he scans the page. “ I like the curves. ” It’s a figure, he thinks, but he can’t really tell what it’s supposed to be doing. A closer look has him able to make out what’s supposed to be the arch of the spine, a tuft of hair on the head, something in its hand… Maybe it’s just in a hunched-over pose, looking at –

     “ Wait, is that me? ” Akira blinks. He knows it’s not as inspired as his other sketches, maybe just a warm-up, but the accuracy of it makes him self-consciously sit up straighter. Is his posture really that bad?

     admittedly, the attic which akira resides in is a bit cramped for yusuke’s tastes - but it certainly makes for a welcome respite from tokyo’s summer heat. besides, yusuke can focus better in familiar surroundings, and the attic has definitely become very familiar to him. the rest of the phantom thieves would surely agree. 

     and so yusuke draws, holding nothing back. there is but one model here - namely, akira himself - but that’s no concern to yusuke. it’s not as if akira makes for bad inspiration. not at all.

     alas, when yusuke shows akira the piece... “did you not realize it was you, akira?” he turns the sketchbook back towards himself. “it’s true that i went with a slightly more abstract style, but -” his eyes dart away from the page as akira sits up. “ ...no! sit as you normally do. i don’t want this piece to be so rigid.” the current position akira is in now seems so very... forced. he frowns. “you even said that you liked the curves, akira.” this betrayal! yusuke huffs. 

     “well... it doesn’t matter. at least i have the base complete - a base which i can now build upon.” hopefully he’ll be able to get the piece to an acceptable quality level...

chariset:

   he’s definitely overusing those puppy dog eyes … ( not that he’s any good at making them work )   —- gaze locked with yusuke’s, and he is confident in the fact that he may be able to get what he wanted. although, it would be a lie to say that ryuji wasn’t feeling a bit frustrated at this point …       ; not that he had good enough reason to, more so the fact that he wanted his way  —- and he wanted it as soon as possible. 

‘ c’mon, man ! ’ he whines,          ‘ let me use a canvas …       i only need one. ’  he had the best idea for one ( ! )  —-   idea being that he’d cover skateboard wheels in paint, and ride along it atop the canvas.       / @mabufu

     it’s rare to see him so desperate — nonetheless, yusuke remains unconvinced. the request is far too random; far too unexpected for him to succumb to whatever scheme is currently brewing within ryuji’s head. in fact, his relentless insistence only makes yusuke all the more suspicious of his true intentions... along with the ridiculous expression upon his face. 

     “only one? a single canvas provides space for endless opportunities. that space is to be respected.” he folds his arms. “what on earth do you want it for? i’d sooner perish than allow you to defile its purity with any brash actions.” not that yusuke knows what those actions entail. “if you want it so badly, you must detail your artistic process to me.” he highly doubts ryuji actually intends to use it for art. surely, this will reveal his true desire.

“Will you stay a little longer?”

/ protective.

      he takes a moment to weigh everything in, considers how best to answer yusuke.  pros; horribly cold outside, he’s definitely missed the last train, and his phone battery is dead.  staying in the warmth with a friendly face seems … the better option.  cons; he’s cold, he’s tired, and his sister is probably worried sick about where he is.  jason doesn’t know if he’ll be good company, but — he turns, catches the look on yusuke’s face, and feels some of the anxiousness melt right off him.  ` you’re not sick of me yet?  huh.  alright; just a bit longer.  then i gotta see about gettin’ a taxi back. `

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