then! with that! consider this an inbox / sentence starter call for any of my new persona 3 muses added! ( makoto, akihido, shinjiro, shuji/chairman, hidetoshi, kazushi and ken - remember to specify which of your muses it's for in the replies! additionally, if you do not specify one of my own muses, then I will choose at random! )

🌹 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔹𝕌𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊 🌹

(♫♪) “Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school’s handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy’s elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.”

"—WELCOME!"

there is blood flowing freely from the wound in his chest where the hook had pierced through. breathing labored, he sits there & waves the other away. ❛ piss off, i'm busy dying 'ere. ❜

starter!

An indie, semi-selective roleplay blog for APH England, with a tendency toward literate threads and cultural-historical interpretations while using canon as a thin framework.

Mun is 25+ with over four years experience

Active multiple times a week

Non-Hetalia-, LGBTQIA+-, and OC-friendly

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Tag dump.

Hello, yes, I'm still alive, just too tired to be fully around. Work's been consuming most of my energy (wEEPS) but I hope you've all been doing well and having a wonderful time 💕; wanted to give just a few updates:

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ Detective grumps Lee Hyuk is now SINGLESHIP with the one who brings him happiness and peace like no other; his BFF & soulmate: Patrick Myungdae Grace (@ofgentleresolve). This also applies to all arcs derived from Verse Three (such as arc two and any other arcs developed in the future where Hyuk is featured). ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ Revamping is still in process; I know it's been taking me 192839839123 years but the bits of energy I get during my free time, I've been depositing them on this. I put threads/asks on a halt for now because my brain's been mush and I don't wish to give your lovely writing a flimsy reply 😔 ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ I am going to sue Ferre for all the angst and suffering they've been giving me through their posts, wHAT IS THIS NEWFOUND INFO ABOUT THE BLACK KNIGHT, WHAT ARE THESE ACHING PARAGRAPHS ABOUT THE THG VERSE, WHAT IS---IWEUHDIUEHUHD ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ Thank you so much for tagging me in memes/posts 🥺I SEE THEM AND I WILL GET TO THEM (THE AESTHETIC ONE??? IT'S SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT WIEUDHIHD, I ALSO LOVE THE ONES I'VE BEEN SEEING, I ADORE LEARNING MORE ABOUT YOUR BEAUTIFUL MUSES); thank you for taking me into account despite my super slow snail pace 💕 I appreciate you all so much ;W;

bold any fears which apply.

italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

↳ repost, do not reblog!

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowds ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ open spaces ⋆ change ⋆ war ⋆ failure ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ imprisonment ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ forest ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ loss ⋆ dying ⋆ death ⋆ love ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment(!!!) ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ lack of noise ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ insects ⋆ dogs ⋆ snakes ⋆ illness ⋆ doctors ⋆ thunder storms ⋆ being watched ⋆ eyes ⋆ being vulnerable ⋆ needles or pointed objects ⋆ clowns ⋆ mirrors ⋆ isolation ⋆ shouting

Tagged by: @evolvingheartisms

Tagging: @ofpoisonkisses ; @ladamedemartel ; @unsettledspirits (marcel) ; @webheadedhero ; @fallenregent ; @prettydead (evie)

SHE HAS MADE A MODIFIED OUIJA BOARD. It has TWO OPTIONS: GHOSTS or NO GHOSTS. The dial slides from the center onto NO GHOSTS. 

  ❝ Oh....that’s never....that’s never happened before. Y’SEE —i’m a little... — I don’t think I can BELIEVE the board because....if there were NO GHOSTS....it wouldn’t have moved, a ghost moved it— ❞

// i added Junpei & Takaya late to the others, so they're getting their own inbox / sentence starter call! ( still, remember to specify which of your muses it's for in the replies! if you want my other p3 muses, that post is Here! )

note; I have only played up to Oct 8th as of making this post!

During the Day, I don't believe in Ghosts. At Night... I'm a little more Open-Minded...

Sharp, beast-like fangs glinted under the moonlight as Zacaraya let out a long, silent yawn. Losing track of time is a common occurrence lately, he thought, as he lazily sauntered past Main Street in the dark. The darkness had never really phased him. Those scared of the dark were usually victims to overactive imaginations, and his mind was logical and practical... For the most part.

His gaze idly glanced at each of the Great Seven Statues as he walked past. He had only just finished skimming one of the inscriptions before a shadowy figure dashes past his field of vision, and even though he was wearing his usual windbreaker to keep him warm (plus 3 additional layers underneath), the temperature suddenly plumetted.

Before he could even get the chance to turn around, his ears had already instantaneously flicked toward the general direction of the movement. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but Zacaraya remained completely still for the moment in complete silence, his shoulders hunching lower and lower in an almost stalkerish posture as he readied himself to fight back if necessary.

He was not prey, and he despised feeling like prey. A low, feral growl sounded from his throat. A warning.

Suddenly, the instinct of being in danger was suddenly gone. Whoever, or whatever, it was, had disappeared.

However, he made sure to keep his place for a few moments longer, just to be sure, before he continued on his way, though this time with a more hastened step than earlier. He would have to tell his packmates to refrain from going out past dark alone.

outofroses; F I N A L L Y! I can settle in for the evening. 'gonna get to my drafts, and a few asks. I'll be around. Happy weekend everyone!

"And maybe if I'd been a little bit braver, maybe if I stayed behind to fight, but maybe doesn't let me go back and saver her... maybe doesn't make it alright."

                  ( 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈: 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 & 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 )

             "   what   do   you   mean   what   am   i   doing?   i'm   getting   a   tattoo!   "   steve   crosses   his   arms   just   as   the   artist   lowers   his   needle,   interrupting   the   beginning   of   the   process   (   much   to   the   annoyance   of   the   man   who's   just   trying   to   do   his   job   on   an   overly   fidgety   canvas   ).   "   hear   me   out   —   i   had   a   life   changing   experience   today.   i   was   just   at   the   mall,   eating   in   the   foodcourt   —   a   corn   dog,   obviously   —   when   i   saw   sarah   murray   with   ted   barnes.   ted   barnes,   okay?   i   was   so   goddamn   shocked   i   forgot   to   finish   chewing   before   i   swallowed.   so,   i   start   choking   on   this   corn   dog,   right?   super   uncomfortable   feeling,   by   the   way.   and   no   one   even   realized   what   was   going   on   for   a   few   seconds,   but   then   this   guy   popped   up   behind   me,   gave   the   most   confusing   behind   hug   ever   and,   well.   here   i   am.   "   he   smiles,   as   if   this   explains   absolutely   everything.   "   i   think   i'm   going   to   get   a   corndog.   maybe   some   hearts   in   the   background?   you   know,   to   show   my   more   vulnerable   side.   girls   are   totally   into   that.   "

royal recipe of disaster

Mission Task Board: It’s your turn on cooking duty, and you know exactly what you want to make: delicious pizzas! The kitchens are well stocked today; too well-stocked, in fact, because there are way too many choices for toppings, with everything you can imagine from meat to veggies to more unorthodox choices like chocolate or mapo tofu. Will you and your cooking partner come up with a brilliant new recipe, or spend the entire time arguing over whether or not that pineapple belongs on the pizza? [Grants Authority +1] // Open

     If one's glower could scorch, Berkut would have set the bulletin board aflame. Cooking duty, it said. With someone else’s name and his beside it— written in a nervous scrawl. Ridiculous, he thought in immense displeasure. How dare they burden him with this duty? It was blatant that the Prince of Rigel has never spent a single day of his life in a kitchen. After all, he belonged in the battlefields, commanding battalions and protecting borders from vile creatures! But now, he's expected to feed more than fifty ravenous mouths waiting in the dining hall? Absolutely unacceptable.

    Perhaps someone from the Academy was trying to set him up for failure and humiliation before his peers? His teeth gritted and his hands tightened into fists at that thought. No one is going to hear the end of this. With a sharp turn of his heels, Berkut stormed towards the monastery's kitchen. But as the doors swung open, his inconvenient circumstance became clear: They were short-staffed. 

    It was so bad that Berkut’s normally commanding presence could barely overpower the weighted stress that haunted the remaining faculty members as they scramble about to complete tonight’s full course meals. 

    Damn it all, he cursed under his breath.

    According to the staff, the course meal was missing something savory to go along with the main dish. They had hoped the noble prince and his cooking partner would be able to fill the gap there. “So be it,” he said with a click of his tongue. If even peasants were able to pull this off every day, it shouldn’t be too hard for him. 

    After a few loud exchanges, Berkut stood behind a lone kitchen counter in a flimsy apron that was painfully too small for him. (He swore an untimely death upon anyone who’d tell.) Grumbling, he leafed through the recipe book they provided— searching for something that would be practical and easy to cook. In a matter of pages, he found the winning dish: A flat thin layer of bread dough topped with spiced sauce, cheese, and simple garnish. 

    At that moment, Berkut heard footsteps approaching his way. He looked up to meet the other’s eyes. 

    “Hmpf. Are you under cooking duty as well? What took you?” Berkut asked out of sheer annoyance. But acutely aware of the time they had left to prepare, the prince impatiently turned the book to the other’s line of view. 

    “Everyone shall feast this tonight,” The Rigelian noble tapped on the recipe. “It’s a peasant dish, but we shall make it worthy to feed even the gods.” His dark determined eyes glinted at that which made his confident smile look devious. 

    It was a masterful plan after all. They already have the highest quality of ingredients (as he expected) and the most detailed written steps at their disposal. What could possibly go wrong? As long as they strictly followed the recipe, they could easily conquer the kitchen and everyone will have a taste of their lives! 

    “Now, what are you still standing around for? Be more useful and fetch the ingredients.” He pointed to the storage room with a thumb over his shoulders.

⌈ ♔ ⌉  𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗

          "  THREE  OF  WANDS,  "  the  words  fall  from  minnie's  mouth  moments  before  she  flips  the  card  over,  images  branded  into  her  brain  the  second  her  fingertips  touched  the  flimsy  material.  she  wishes  she  could  be  honest,  that  she  was  able  to  straight-forwardly  tell  a  client  '  your  husband's  cheating  on  you  '  or  '  that  breast  exam  you've  been  putting  off?  you  should  really  get  that  done.  '  instead,  minnie  has  to  digest  the  pictures  she's  seeing  in  her  head  and  regurgitate  them  in  a  way  that  isn't  telling  too  much  or  too  little.  no  one  can  know  to  what  extent  she  understands  each  person  that  walks  through  the  door,  but  she  has  to  make  what  she  can  do  count  at  the  same  time.  "  what's  holding  you  back?  there's  something  that's  stopping  you  from  getting  what  you  want.  maybe  it's  something  internal?  or,  maybe...  someone  else?  "  she  stares  at  the  person  sitting  in  front  of  her,  silently  praying  that  they'll  take  the  bait.  come  on,  you  know  who  the  problem  is.  you  already  know.  just  say  it.