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MEMORY IS A LANDSCAPE OF HANDS TOO AFRAID TO MAKE FISTS.
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Blog Notice!
I will be heavily sporadic/potentially low activity as i have recently gotten news about my mom's condition that is. alot! and i am going to be prioritizing irl shit for the time being. i may be around especially for escapism shit but for right now i will be limited to discord and even then i may be spotty. Figured I'd let y'all know!
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mememeforrp:
Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body
#trying to write as a distraction from The Horrors (irl shit) when i have the time#and i also just want to put this here#these'll be HELLA slow i imagine but! an option!#━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.#blood //#Q.
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Blog Notice!
I will be heavily sporadic/potentially low activity as i have recently gotten news about my mom's condition that is. alot! and i am going to be prioritizing irl shit for the time being. i may be around especially for escapism shit but for right now i will be limited to discord and even then i may be spotty. Figured I'd let y'all know!
#reminder of this bc WOW has life been alot lately so i rlly havent been able to be here beyond saving posts and liking things#━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.#i also hella appreciate all the kind words folks have shared#shits Rough rn but its vv appreciated <333333
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ONCE YOU'RE STRIPPED CLEAN, WHAT'S AT YOUR CORE? ━ behind the mask.
you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.
━ silent admission.
in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 ━ the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.
tagged: @yukcri THANK U SM <333
tagging: @autonomousxselves @moonrecalled @shadowedresolve @tenebriism @hellboundhermit @tacitusauxilium @insidesketches @segnisacfessis & anyone wearing jewelry or hairties!
#GNAWS ON THESE........... the way he presents himself. the person beneath; the way i cannot say with confidence that if you looked -#- that that person would be anywhere near a whole. something like a wound; the absence of something more than *being full*#i chew on him sm...............#for the multis; go with whoever y'feel like!#MUSE / Takaya Sakaki#STUDY / Takaya Sakaki#GAMES / Takaya Sakaki#p3 //#━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.
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taste his blood as a reminder hes really with you
#━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.#GAY PEOPLEEEEEEEEE#akishinji //#blood //#VISAGE / Akihiko Sanada#VISAGE / Shinjiro Aragaki#p3 //
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for any Persona 3 muse you have (cause I can’t decide XD) :: [ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation + reverse
He can taste blood. ━ a busted lip demands it's presence with an electric kind of pain, a bruise beginning to dye his cheek a maroon, to blue, to something like purple, his knuckles warped and broken under his gloves.
God, that hurt.
but it's hardly what matters anymore.
It's rare that Shadows follow them up Tartarus' stairwells, an endless labyrinth, but it's even rarer that they head downwards. As though catching the scent of blood, the halls of the maze ever indifferent until malice seemed to rear its ugly head in the face of those sought it's destruction ( the Dark Hour like a looming gaze on those beneath it; Tartarus like the twisted internals of some great God they were crawling through ) ━ tonight, the blood they smelled was Fuuka's, first. An easy target, he imagined, with no one to protect her.
It made Akihiko's blood boil.
He nearly threw himself at the shadow when he'd heard the buzzing spitting crackle of the teleporter back down fill his ears and felt the tile floor under his feet. He thinks he nearly missed, bad form & worse impulse; it landed, though, but he can feel the poor technique radiating down his wrist like an incessant twinge of nerves. It takes a second, after the Shadow was reduced to smoke and tar for him to realize the fear in her eyes. Doe-like, if Akihiko were anyone else. He recognizes it immediately in his own way ━ and it reminds him of himself, when he was new to this and the enemy got the jump on him for the first time. He got knocked on his ass faster than he should've, legs coming out from under him, and he'd been lucky Mitsuru was fast back then. She still is, he knows, but tonight was a busy night. Fuuka didn't have the luxury of a bodyguard.
In a funny way, it nearly feels like repaying a favor. ( She'll hate him for it when he takes off his gloves. he can feel the crooked knuckles. )
━ Shit. Akihiko wasn't exactly the most comforting of the group, and at best, he hardly knew Fuuka to begin with. Junpei had always been the most lax of the group maybe, but he knew the words to these kinds of routines. ( Yukari, lion-like in her own regard, but understanding of the feeling beneath. It wasn't as though Akihiko didn't understand what it felt like to be afraid, of course he did, but the static shudder of any other body but his own was as foreign to him as a different language. Sometimes, like living in a different world... )
... He's not sure why he does what he does next, shaking fingers bent to just barely card between tufts of her short blue hair and palm gently smoothing in it's wake, perhaps kneeled to do so; ignoring the sharp protest of the broken knuckles as he does so ( though, he can't help a wince ). a part of him wonders if it's something he learned from Shinji when they were younger. He brushes off the thought, weighing against his collarbone.
" Hey. You're fine now. It's gone. Take a breather, alright? Are you alright? " he speaks, hoping to offer some form of soothing, and in turn hoping the words sound more natural than they feel.
#hi!!! offers u aki!!!! <3#i figure this'd be sometime early into fuuka joining the team when mitsuru or sb else is out for w/e reason and not at tartarus#(thus the aw shit no ones there to help-)#i kinda just did w/e; but i hope this works for u!!! <3#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#tacitusauxilium#injury //#violence //#p3 //
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A VIVISECTION OF ME
𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 !
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WE STAND AS EQUALS; our bonds with others are our strength, without our community we are nothing. here we seek to explore the social links of varying nature that the protagonist establishes along their journey. / a modern era(3-5 ) persona multimuse with the focus of npcs & party members. sideblog to @foolshoujo ! mega low activity / private & mutuals only. rank’d up ! by modorelin farllee.
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my disguise
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i redrew akihiko's all out attack screen for fun
#━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.#OOHHH IM INFATUATED W THIS HOLY SHIT. LOOK AT HIM!!!!!#VISAGE / Akihiko Sanada#p3 //
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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE
* inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
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back in the building again :-//
#━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.#u always feed me so well crown this is cute as hell <333#VISAGE / Shinjiro Aragaki#SHIPPING / Shinjiro Aragaki#shinjiham //#<- dumb ship name also (shinko sounds better imo)#(or for the hamuko fanname then at LEAST shimuko or smth)#but alas i do not make the rules!
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@fantomevoleur // sc.
He's staring. Has been, actually, for a while now. Makoto was accustomed to moving around a lot throughout the years ever since what happened ━ happened. Maybe, in the far off haze of autopilot spanning years, long before Akira had taken the attic above as his own, he'd visited Leblanc; when he was young & quiet & dead-eyed, and quite frankly he still was still all of those things, but it was different now. Knowing what he knew. Going through what, he was finding, was a very common occurrence for people like him ( the fools, one might say. )
Yuki takes a sip of his soda from a silly straw he may or may not have brought from home as the work to close up at the end of the day buzzes around him behind the counter, Sojiro willfully turning a blind eye to the two wildcards in his Cafe in turn for that higher priority. It's a good opportunity. Makoto takes it.
━ " So. Where's the gun? "
#HI U WANTED SHINANAGAINS AND TOMFOOLERY I MUST DELIVER GBKTRHB#i havent finished the game yet (p3 OR p5) but i think it'd be real fun if at some point postgame for yuki n they get a chance to meet <3#maybe smth like Q2's plot (tldr weird shit now all persona chars exist in a pocket dimension all together trying to get home)#which is why Yuki knows Akira's a wildcard since there when wildcards meet eachother they get a feeling of Knowing from one another#that or Joker found his ass asleep in a traincar in mementos and went 'oh bro u Good' which tbh high odds thats what happened BKHGTRB#that or this is just an au where yuki lived. who knows!!!!#MUSE / Makoto Yuki#ROLEPLAY / Makoto Yuki#fantomevoleur#p3 //#p5 //#gun ment //#━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.
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patch . help my muse patch up a wound . - Shinji or Ken!
Shinjiro had always been able to handle pain.
To him, it was second nature. Growing up with Akihiko being the rough-and-tumble type he is even before learning how to box, in the Orphanage they both were raised in, meant there was a level of necessity to be able to roll with the punches, rewarded when you could, punished when you couldn't. a skill he'd learn repeatedly, endlessly, the necessity of during his time away from SEES. ━ the second you were on your ass, or you froze up, or your arms were tied, it made you easy. easy to hurt. easy to kill. ━━ Shinjiro never liked making things easy for anyone.
SEES had always been an exception, though : or rather he should say it'd always been to those he considers friends, which might be why for all the way he twitches; arm in Takeba's grasp as the muscles seize & he can't help the way the overzealous pang of nerves make him want to rip it away outright; he does not pull away even as he draws a sharp breath through his teeth, ignores the way the smell of antiseptic makes him feel more than slightly lightheaded, clenches his hands into fists before; in a moment of surprisingly animalistic single-minded worry; thinks that shit, he'd rather not look like he's about to hit her when she's helping him out, and lets his rough hands go limp again.
Still, his fingers twitch as the burns are cleaned, nerves overworked and bitterly loud in this fact. He'll have to jab at Akihiko later to aim his Zionga's better next time they're in Tartarus together, just for the fun of starting a fight, even if he knew damn well it wasn't Aki that kept lighting him up like a Christmas tree this time...
" Damnit... " the curse writhes between his teeth, bruised jaw grinding. his eyes linger, intense, at Yukari's hands as they work & he sits on the first floor of Tartarus; bones aching; staring as though in judgement ( even as he attempts to make himself as pliable to work with as possible. ) " Those annoying Maya did nothing but cast Zionga the whole damn time... "
a piece of Shinjiro recognizes that Yukari might be helping him in the first place because of this fact, but as it is not the one cussing wildly ( and he can't pretend he knows her all that well to begin with ), he elects to ignore it.
a well-worn sigh escapes him, gazing at the burns littering his hands & arms as the roughest parts that had to sustain the damage; melee be scorned, his axe like a lightning rod. it deepens into a light scowl, stare flicking to Yukari's face. it stays there a long few moments, before he speaks again.
" ... I'm lucky it's not bad enough to get Mitsuru in a twist about it, but you don't gotta do this, you know. " Shinjiro studies her, meticulous, which always ends up feeling like he's trying to scare you out of something when it was him doing it. maybe he was. " It's some burns. It'll heal fast. Besides, you were carrying my ass most of the way anyways. "
#the maya presumably: oh?? big man with a big metal stick???? tall ass motherfucker?????? sign us the FUCK up!#presumably yukari in the bg: god#/j but!!! i hope this is good :] !!!! if you wanna plot i have discord but for this i just went with the simple premise of Shinjiro -#- getting his ass handed to him as so often occurs in Tartarus and after a bit both he and Yukari getting benched from the team to recover#prob around tziah? so shinjiro would've been there for a month at max still i believe (tziah unlocking on 10/6; shinji joining 9/2)#(then obv the entire thing on oct 4th)#tho if we wanna make it post-dark hour entirely with em back at the dorm or smth just lmk!!!#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#yukcri#MUSE / Shinjiro Aragaki#ROLEPLAY / Shinjiro Aragaki#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#p3 //#injury //
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highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho i don’t even know your name’ plot
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ken & shinjiro
#━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.#i'm so so so so so in love with this what the actual Fuck!!!#VISAGE / Shinjiro Aragaki#VISAGE / Ken Amada#p3 //
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shinji doodles that twitter enjoyed
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