“Give illusion to reality,                                 give pain to joy, and end to regenerate…”                            Independent/Selective Whiskey blog est.Sept 2018                                   (Personals/Non RP blogs do not reblog)

Bold any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting  ⋆ being forgotten

Tagged by: @geometragic ; thank you so much ! 

Tagging: @fantasysummoned / @prcttyinpinklcmonadc / @lichdrifter / @heroicfxilure / @etonsoul / @redwineprince / and to whoever is also interested; just @ me if you did do it.

             EVAN SINCLAIR ;                    travelling musician & Dog Dad™ . 

Please reblog/like if you’re interested in following this fandomless oc! Group affiliated, but indie welcoming. Verses incoming soon. Written by Leelee. Pls be my friend.

Hallo! If you wouldn't mind, Haru Okumura with either Blooming (to reflect her gardening) or Cherry Soda (to reflect her darker side)?

{Send a character and a palette} 

This one was tricky, but also I love Haru and that palette really does look nice with her. Thanks for the request!!

Artwork © 2018 Siobhan || Persona 5, Haru Okumura © AtlusPlease don’t use, edit, or repost without permission; thanks!

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ciri is a monster how can u make bamboo so sad???? horrible.

Crayon Harus

was thinking about how cute @spamtasy is……..

current mood: all the food souls not understanding love and romance like the messes they are

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“Ah…! I see, I see!!” Looking moved, he hugged the two fruits to his chest. His eyes clenched shut in great emotion, as if he were chastising himself for even considering the dastardly, loaded question of the superior fruit. “I was ignorant! Truly, you cannot compare apples and oranges!!” He nodded enthusiastically, then abruptly paused, peeking his eyes open again and tilting his head to the side. “I find it interesting however that the criteria that you automatically used to evaluate the fruits was of the bodily health benefits! Is this because of the incomparable and subjective nature of the flavors perhaps?” Fan stared down at the apple and orange in thought, pursing his lips and humming. Then he shrugged nonchalantly and shoved them in his bag. Something to think about later. “By the way, my fellow thinker! May I help you with those groceries?”

      How committed this stranger was! Embracing the fruits of someone else’s labor to his being, Spam politely kept in her silence, keeping her bags clutched by her own person. For all the exuberant body language the man displayed, she couldn’t help but consider how perplexing he was in comparison to the other Master Attendants she had in her life. Their body language was oft frigid and controlled, either with enthusiasm on creating a placid persona. Or, they were disconnected on the vitalness of the language of physicality! 

     “I learned it from a doctor,” replied the Food Soul simply, alluding to a life that wasn’t ever to return to her. “She was always perceptive on diets and substitutes humans would need in dire times.” 

   “ ‘Fellow thinker?’ ” Spam cocked her head. Alas, her curiosity fell upon silent lips as her eyes widened at the proposal of aid from the stranger. “How charming of you, noble too!” However, the immortal slowly adjusted the bags hanging from her arms. “I wouldn’t want to be too much trouble. However, if it wouldn’t trouble you, I’d enjoy a conversation partner as well. What other comparisons are you wanting to make? I’d love to hear what we greatly differ in! You’ll be able to meet my dear Master Attendant too. They’ll love to meet you.  

“…It’s five-thirty in the morning, dear.”

@spamtasy

      Lifetimes weren’t a particularly new concept for those who wandered this mortal plane with only mortal-bounded souls and contracts keeping them anchored to such a place. By no means was this aged soul any of the eldest within the cavalry, nor was she the youngest and unsure of the world around her. Alas, what a figure was she to reminisce of times when the sun shone over burnt landscapes, the terribleness of man has corrupted the world, to thunderous nights where an overgrowth of flora ravished to forgotten civilizations. 

     Irises of misty grey drank the small stirs of his composure: flustered rubs on above his torso, roses dyeing his skin, and a blossom of nervous giggling. “There’s a lot of ways someone can be strong, Rice,” she indulged in his explanation, even if their avenues of ‘strength’ varied largely between mind, body, and action. Her hands clasped together, a silent nod answering to his furthered afterthought of where true superiority could lie: in self or with others. 

    Physical affection wasn’t ever a typical sign of affection for Spam -- she was one who brushed her hands against the back of others, or, she’d even brush her calloused hands onto shoulders as a means of awarding the other with recognition. All were such degrees of ladylike behavior that was meant to feed into the mask of elevated class, for one whose beginnings weren’t ever from the glamor underneath chandeliers and dazzlement of gold and silvers.  

    Upon the contact on her arm, Spam glanced downward and returned her gaze back to Bamboo, her expression blanking at the touch. Camaraderie, this was what it meant. Surely! It had to be -- 

     “Let’s keep working hard for everyone,” enthused Spam as she beamed back to the taller. While she returned with her face naturally blushing at the touch, she hovered her hand and laughed with a nod. However, the hand that covered her laughter patted the back of Bamboo’s hand that made contact with her. 

     “We’re going to get a lot done for everyone’s sake. I can feel it.” 

‘you are the best of men.’ // had no clue if i sent this but 8> these are bamboo positivity hours

       his head TURNS - and he flushes, flattered to a few giggles, a hand rubbing at the nape of his neck as he holds his gaze bashfully on the ground. the BEST? him? well, maybe. but the more food souls, humans and FALLEN he met, the more he felt like there was plenty of TOUGH competition. that still wasn’t a BAD thing, though - challenges were good, and rising up to them meant even the best could still get even BETTER!

       ‘ …you gotta be STRONG to protect stuff that’s important to you. ‘  it’s a little emotional for him to think on it, and he would never disagree to being mostly CAPABLE, but there were still plenty of things he couldn’t do or understand; a lesson hard-learnt after his forest had suffered because of it. somebody who was really the best should have been able to do it ALL, and they probably didn’t get into fights with anybody either alongside that.  ‘ more than bein’ the best, maybe getting along with everybody’s better… ‘

       was there anybody who could really do everything alone? he doesn’t know, but he DID know that working as a team had made things easier for him, at least. he wasn’t left alone as much, and even better, there were those like SPAM making him feel even happier and stronger than before.  ‘ hehe, thanks, though…! if i’m the best of men, then you’re the best of ladies! let’s BOTH keep working hard, okay?! ‘  a hand clasps around the other arm’s bicep and he grins at her - maybe even more than BEING the best, was TRYING your best. // meme.

OC X CANON SHIPS ARE VALID AND GOOD LET US S A I L BITCH

@mizushingen is on a little trip! 

     Early morrow showers weren’t ever a peculiar sight in the Light Kingdom; the droplets of above were gentle reminders that all of their past fires were able to be extinguished -- in one form or another. However, there was a tale that Spam escorted to the back of her mind. Underneath the protection of a see-through umbrella, the young woman brushed over her outfit, ensuring that there weren’t any creases. One’s image had been an important matter for those in the dining business, especially when they set foot outside of their workplace and carried out tasks in the name of their job! 

    Binding her rosette curls with a black rubber band, one that she had conveniently borrowed from Master Attendant Selena, grey irises glanced towards the moving figure to her right. A silent fellow who withdrew himself from all means of conversation, Raindrop Cake wasn’t ever a Food Soul she knew personally. Connections were inevitable in the lifetimes that every Food Soul had been through, yet, he had been one that was obscured from interactions or from her memory. Whichever it was, it would’ve guilted her endlessly if they had met years ago and her memories were murky. 

     Whatever the case may be, Spam rested the metal stem of the umbrella against her shoulder, aimlessly twirling it as if it were a parasol on a sunny Sunday afternoon. And, with the utmost care, she never veered away from the gentleman’s side. Except, there were moments where she’d tug onto the other’s sleeve, nodding her head in the direction of other humans. Of course, she couldn’t ever refrain from assisting others...and that included those that were accompanying her too. 

      Yet, her frail fingertips found themselves tugging once more at the sleeves of Raindrop Cake’s top. Her lips barely parted, her inquiry softly meeting the other’s ears. 

     “Raindrop Cake, may I ask you something?” She furthered explained her question. “Have you ever enjoyed delivering food to others or even working at the restaurant? I haven’t been able to tell.” 

 HEY THERE! 

This is a starter call for Spam! This is applicable to her HUMAN or CANON verse.

If you’re interested for a SMALL starter (less than two paragraphs unless I’m feeling evil and wanting to go novella), please hit that like button (or reply to the post)!. 

      like  or  reblog  this  post !   if  you’d  like  to  interact  with   RAINDROP CAKE   from  a  mobile game  called  FOOD  FANTASY.  private  /   selective  /  &.  semi - active.  ——  written  by  lee.

beauty thief 🌹

“Of course, baby, this is perfectly legal! Besides, does it really matter if it’s not?”

A classy, confident man who loves the finer things in life and isn’t afraid to show himself off. Perhaps that would be fine by itself, but he also has little care for the law and engages in shady activities quite often. He enjoys swing dancing, electro jazz and flirting with his Master Attendants.

Contrebasse (Normal Skill) French 75 blows cigarette smoke at the closest enemy target, reducing their Defense stat by 3 for 3 seconds.

Artillerie de Paris (Energy Skill) French 75 fires his French 75 mm field gun, raining shrapnel shards on his enemies and dealing 50% damage to all enemies plus silencing all enemies for 4 seconds.