[blackwinged]

 ❝ 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖! ❞

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[blackwinged]

I know I’ve only just made this blog not long ago, and have threads going with some of you, but I’m considering deleting this blog altogether.

I’ve got a couple other blogs, one of which is on hiatus until further notice, because its chaos in the KH rpc right now, and a Leslie Kyle blog from FF7R, as well as an Ash Lynx from Banana Fish (which isn’t active or finished being set up completely).

I love Goro to death, love musing him, but for some reason he only wants a specific person’s muses. And that person is literally on Discord and we talk all the time. Been trying to write anyway but every time I try it just doesn’t work.

So I don’t know. Might delete the blog, or just put it on hiatus until further notice.

[blackwinged]

Nothing like good ol’ mental health to keep me from wanting to write. 

Idk if you wanna keep contact just add me on Discord. Can’t be bothered to try and do drafts rn.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢#7585

[blackwinged]

theheartxthief·:

He got his things somewhat settled, chuckling lightly at the slight playfulness. “Well, I didn’t know you were here, and I don’t believe in coincidences.” He looked over the rims of his glasses at the ex-detective, an equally playful smirk on his lips. “Perhaps I was supposed to see you again.”

He hummed at the question, thinking about it a moment. Because of Sojiro’s blends, he was pretty damn picky about coffee. But he was willing to try anything once, especially when recommended. “Is there anything in particular you enjoy?”

There it was, the IMPLICATIONS that their paths crossing yet again had something to do with higher powers. While Akechi himself had made a remark about such a thing, for what felt like YEARS ago now, in the present, his outlook was far different.

If fate had truly brought them together for some reason, it surely must've been to simply TAUNT the brunette on his shortcomings and FAILURES, not for any positive reasoning.

For the time being, that's what Akechi was taking from this.

❝ For your own sake, I'd choose something of your OWN volition. Unless you wish to run the risk of being...well, COMPROMISED.❞

Not that Akechi would try anything his tone and words implied, but he certainly WISHED he could. Partially.

[blackwinged]

Probably won’t be doing replies this week. I’ve got a stupid wedding to prepare for along with other daily errands. I don’t wanna end up half-assing any of my responses so I’ll see you guys next week!

I will be on Discord though, if anyone’s interested in adding me. Just let me know who you are, maybe we can do a little RPing on there. Just nothing lengthy lol. You’ll have to copy/paste because I’m using special text lol.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢#7585

[blackwinged]

Okay I'm gonna be back officially tomorrow! Lmao wedding is all over with. So tired. Wasn't worth the five hours we were there but oh well LOL.

[blackwinged]

Probably won't be doing replies this week. I've got a stupid wedding to prepare for along with other daily errands. I don't wanna end up half-assing any of my responses so I'll see you guys next week!

I will be on Discord though, if anyone's interested in adding me. Just let me know who you are, maybe we can do a little RPing on there. Just nothing lengthy lol. You'll have to copy/paste because I'm using special text lol.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢#7585

[blackwhitefeatherart]

[blackwinged]

I just came across your blog and wanted to say I think your portrayal of Goro Akechi is absolutely amazing. Keep up the good work! You have an amazing grasp of his character and his personality.

Holy crap, thank you, anon! You’ve no idea how much this means to me. I’ve put off writing Akechi for a very long time because of how I believed I didn’t do him justice. (lol irony) Hearing this makes me feel a lot better about how I write him, thank you!

[midsummernightmemes]

Reblog if you’re a roleplayer between ages 21 to 29.

under 18 | 18 to 21 | 21 - 29 | 30s | 40s | 50s | 60s | 70+

[thepancakeboi]

Goro: “People keep asking me if I’m a top or a bottom like bitch I’m a threat-”

Ren yelling from the other room: “He’s a bottom!”

[blackwinged]

infinitepotential·:

In the past, his harsh words would have hurt him like the bite of a dog. Akira would have flinched back and tensed up, trying to bear the burden of Akechi’s feeling, of his hatred, of his anger, of the loneliness that lay hidden under his words and the envy he held towards Joker.

But Akira had grown numb to the words, to their bite. He had grown numb to the pain of losing Akechi over and over, only to have fate bring him back to him again so that it could cruelly take him away again.

I do not believe in fate - not anymore. I don’t care about fate, I don’t care about someone else deciding my life for me. I will take matters in my own hands and create my own story.

He had become bitter, that much Akira had to admit. He was, of course, still the same boy he had been a few months ago. He loved his friends and cared for them deeply, and he despised adults who abused their standings. He wanted to bring change to the world, to make the world a better place.

But he was done with leaning back and waiting for things to happen on its own. He had done that, and what had it brought him? He had lost Akechi twice. Had lost him before he had been able to help him. He had been sure that, after the second time, things were over. For good.

But once again, the Detective Prince had returned.

Will you stay this time? 

The BITTERNESS & ANGER toward the word fate could be heard and felt in the raven's tone of voice, and it was written all over Kurusu's face.

And Akechi couldn't help the SMIRK that split across his face. If it did spread anymore than it had, the expresison would've been on the verge of appearing INSANE, only just avoiding doing so. The brunette leaned back in the seat, crossing one leg over the other, and his hands clapsed together, resting upon his lap, Akechi's signature briefcase sitting on the floor next to him.

❝ The look of ANGER always did suit you better, even if it IS unbecoming of your nature. You speak as if I had a CHOICE in the matter, although I DID make the voluntary decision to go ahead with DESTROYING Maruki's little altered reality he'd conjured.❞

He could still recall the look of PAIN that Kurusu had given him when they were making the final decision, as well, after the doctor had so KINDLY given them one last chance to back down.

It had made Akechi SICK.

❝ Still, I don't regret my choice, seems I didn't meet my END after all. Another ploy of Maruki's to encourage us both to try and accept his reality. I've no doubt in my mind that's what his game was. Given that I'm sitting here before you now, with reality returned to what it SHOULD be.❞

'Will you stay this time?'; the question made the brunette SCOFF.

❝ I'm sitting here, aren't I? I could always HIT you to prove it if you think you're dreaming.❞

[trixter-time-deactivated2023010]

@blackwinged​ said:  🍫 -as reluctant as he is-

Akira had been sharing pocky with his friends off and on all day, even played a few rounds of the pocky game with those he was closest to. It had been quite the eventful day if he was honest. He was finally on his own for the rest of the day, and had gone to get a box all for himself. Or, that had been the plan originally. It occurred to him he hadn’t seen Akechi all day, maybe he would like to be included–though he knew the ex-detective would never admit it. He immediately went looking for him, a piece of pocky hanging out of his mouth.

Once he caught site of the brunet, he tapped his shoulder quickly before tucking away enough to be out of range in case Akechi swung. He was in a playful sort of mood.

[blackwinged]

He'd been having a rather peaceful and GOOD DAY before he felt someone tap him on the shoulder seemingly out of nowhere. Though somewhere in his gut, the brunette just KNEW whom it might have been. Although he'd been praying it was some other IDIOT bystander who recognized him and wanted to get a good laugh by insulting the ex-detective, for once Akechi was actually RELIEVED to see Akira's face.

Though the relief quickly FADED when he noticed what was hanigng from the raven's mouth, causing his expression to turn flat and unamused.

❝ ...I'm not putting my mouth anywhere NEAR yours. Who knows where it's been.❞

He really should have aimed a punch at him regardless if he'd miss or not, just for the simple fact to convey how much the brunette wanted to HARM Kurusu for this ridiculous display. Pocky Day, only IDIOTS celebrated something obviously made to drive sales.

[goodbye--gone-blog]

if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

[blackwinged]

theheartxthief·:

His gaze flicked to the counter for a moment, taking time to think. Akechi hadn’t left, not yet anyway. That was somewhat of a relief, surprisingly. His eyes flicked back to Akechi’s. At the former detective’s words, he couldn’t stop the chuckle that left him.

“Lucky me,” he hummed, pulling a notebook and laptop top from his bag and setting them on the counter quietly. “I had fully intended to.” Which was the truth; he had some studying and classwork to do, and had come to the café for a change of scenery. His room had become somewhat of a haven, especially when Sojiro had found him having a minor breakdown and forbid him from working in his room. And the school library…Well, for a place that’s supposed to be quiet, the small cliques that formed were loud when gathered. So here he was, and it was a pleasant surprise to see the ex-detective. “I had come here initially to go somewhere new to study.”

Luck was ALWAYS on Kurusu's side, something that made the brunette internally SICK, showing it with a GLARE in the other's direction, and a SIGH that accompanied it.

❝ Luck for you, and UNFORTUNATE for me. How CONVENIENT.❞

Although there MAY have been a hint of a playful tone of Akechi's own at the tail-end of his words, watching as the raven set his things out to begin stuyding, as he'd proclaimed a moment earlier.

❝ What will you be having then? That way I can get it started for you whilst you begin your studies.❞

And perhaps he could also use it as a DISTRACTION from any questions Akira might begin asking him.

[blackwinged]

chains-of-rebellion·:

Impressed. As if that was his aim. As if a demon lord, a master of Hell itself, needed to impress a child. How arrogant. Or perhaps, how foolish. His smile grew. His shoulders trembled as if to laugh, though no sound escaped him.

There never was.

Satanael rested a hand on his knee. Then, he brought the other forward to lift Akechi’s chin. Just enough to look him in the eye.

For a moment, he wondered if looking a demon lord in the eye would calm his attitude.

But that thought quickly left his mind. Knowing his master-no, no master, user-ruined Akechi’s mood? Did the man think they’d failed? Given Satanael was proof they hadn’t, he would have been amused had the thought not offended him.

His grin faded as he pulled his hand away. Satanael held his hand up, and for a moment, burning letters appeared before it to say: SULLIED WHY?

WHY, indeed.

Perhaps because the appearance of one of Joker's Personas was indeed causing Akechi to believe that Kurusu had FAILED. Even the thought was making him feel NAUSEOUS, though the brunette did well to hide it. His attention being drawn to his surroundings again, while the scape did make him think of a picturesque view of HELL, it also seemed far too...CALM to be the flames of punishment. Was this a purgatory of sorts?

It did make sense, in a way, for Akechi's soul to find its way here; having redeemed hismelf at the end of his life, though not nearly enough to warrant entrance to HEAVEN, if there was such a place, it landed him here instead. An in between existence. Not Hell, nor Heaven, but a place of PUNISHMENT all the same.

❝ ...did he FAIL? Is that why you're here, or is this place simply where you reside when NOT being called upon?❞

[blackwinged]

@blackheartedjoker​ said: ‘you know i have feelings for you.’

From SOFT ANGST STARTERS

His face IMMEDIATELY revealed the response that was drawn from Akechi by Akira's words, causing his features to skew and distort in a manner that displayed CONFUSION & DISGUST; how could ANYONE harbor such sentiment toward him? Especially someone who knew him better than anyone else on this pathetic planet? Knew how FUCKED UP and horrible he truly was on the inside?

❝ Just when I thought you couldn't get any STUPIDER, you somehow manage to outdo yourself. Have you lost your MIND, Kurusu? Or perhaps this is some new GAME of yours? Either way, I don't find it FUNNY.❞

Although, the possibility of this NOT being a lie also dawned on the ex-detective, which caused the crimson gleam in his eyes to catch fire as he hardened his gaze upon the raven.

❝ ...and if it IS true, I certainly DON'T appreciate your sentiment. Keep that shit to YOURSELF.❞

A SNAP of his words, similar to the bite of an animal that had been backed into a corner, but there had also been a hint of FEAR lacing his words. Underlying, but it was there nonetheless. No one cared for him, no one ever did, and now that he'd been exposed for what he truly was, it was LAUGHABLE to think someone might harbor affection towards him now.

[blackwinged]

blackheartedjoker·:

       “It’s almost ready though.” Akira complained, indicating the pot. “Besides. Boss and I have a deal not get in the way of each other when we’re trying to get a date.” He said this part with a crooked smile.

        “Listen… it really is good to see you. I’ve missed… talking to you more.” He shrugged. “Is it really too much to spend time around me anymore? You used to seem to enjoy talking to me. It could be like that again, right?”

         He finished the cup of coffee and poured it into the mug before passing it to Akechi. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just flirting. I can stop. Even if I do like doing it, I’d rather keep you around.” 

         Akira was good at keeping a smile on his face. It wasn’t false, either, even if it hid much more underneath it. His life had been far from easy. Both before everything that had happened in Shibuya and after. He was trying to rebuild a life of some sort, but he wanted Akechi in it. Even if most people might find that severely odd.

And Goro Akechi was one of those people. In truth, he was completely DUMBFOUNDED as to why Kurusu would bother. Certainly they’d managed to work something out in that crucial moment in Shido’s Palace, but had it truly been enough to warrant his ENEMY wanting to remain in contact with him...? After everything he’d done...?

Had the scare of Akechi being DEAD been too much for the raven? 'Surely not', the brunette thought to himself, though seemingly in time with Akira's playful tone to slip into his casual responses, which set something ablaze in his own chest, drawing an irritated sound from the ex-detective.

❝ ...you should HATE me. You always did have an penchant for being perplexing, but this might be your most FOOLISH declaration yet.❞

Flirting, REALLY? It was all in good fun, even Akechi knew that, or maybe it wasn't...but he was not even going to consider such a possibility to the contrary. As the mug was set upon the counter, the brunette's hands found their way around it, the heat from the liquid inside radiating through into his skin. The familiar warmth and smell...a HEAVY sense of nostalgic aura began to surround him, even drawing an UNINTENTIONAL smile to his face, his gaze turned down to stare at the dark brew within.

❝ ...if you wish to continue your pathetic attempts at what you CLAIM to be flirting, then this better taste better than I remember.❞

Not that he'd even admit to it tasting better even if it did, as the warm darkness touched his tongue and slid down his throat, burning pleasantly. Akira's skills as a barista had certainly improved, but there was no way Akechi was going to say so.

❝ ...suppose it's passable.❞