FALSE / GOD !! (AP.)

MOVED TO @P0LYMAT

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heyo, it’s starry / pego !! i’ve been stuck in midterm hell for the last month but i was finally able to finish my muse page ! i’m trying not to waste anymore time with getting this blog back up again so ..  

↺ or ♥️ if you’d be down to interact with a multimuse rp blog featuring different au versions of persona 5′s protagonist !

ind, selective, and oc / crossover friendly !

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hey  !! this is important ! i know i’ve been largely inactive here, but it’s because i’ve been working on a sort of large project, which is the au multimuse blog p5 protag that i may or may not have mentioned here or there. i’m finally done with it, but i’ve decided i’ll be archiving this blog and moving there. i’ve always been someone who fluctuates constantly from idea to idea, especially concerning ren, who’s been my main muse for over a year now. it took a lot of time but i’ve finally been able to find a solution that wont constantly have me making new blogs or jumping from idea to idea and it’s that blog.

if you have a thread with mao/ren currently, you can hit me up on there and we can continue right where we left off. as for my other muses (goro, morgana, etc.) i’m gonna have to be straight up and say i’m sending em’ to the ether. i’m really sorry to anyone i’m threading w/ involving them, but i’d rather be upfront about what really has my muse rn rather than stay sluggish and half-ass stuff. if we’re mutuals on this blog that means we’re automatically mutuals on my new blog if you’re still interested in writing with me ! other than that, i’ll start the process for archiving this blog tonight. thank you for everyone who’s stuck through with me, whether they wanna follow me to my new blog or not! 

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life will allow me back here! ..someday

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why are you me ?? im me

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jokaito:

hands would extend themselves towards the other’s collar. he’d grab it and raise the other up a bit so the other is above him now. “ the anger in your eyes - wonderful! BRILLIANT! ” he says with a deep, dark giggle. his voice is that of the joker he takes. he seems unfazed - no, he is unfazed. his smirk is as sincere as it ever could be. he’s having the time of his life. the anger of his other self is blazing; the rebellion drips from the archon. there’s pride in his eyes. “ THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO SEE! REBELLION: THE MOST SACRILEGIOUS ACT! THAT IS WHAT CALLED ARSENE FORTH! ”

he releases his other self and grips him by the shoulder. there’s almost a fanatic gaze to him. “ NOW TELL ME YASUHIRO, WHAT MADE YOU AWAKEN? WAS IT YOUR ANGER AGAINST THE ONE WHO GOT YOU ARRESTED, THE MAN WHO’S CALLED MASAYOSHI SHIDO? HE WHO CARRIES THE SAME LION SYMBOL AS THE FAKE GOD? LIKE WITHIN YOU THERE’S ENVY THERE’S ENVY IN YOUR GOD FOR YOUR POTENTIAL! HE QUAKES WITH HIS MECHANICAL BODY! TELL ME, WHY HAVE YOU NO CONFIDANTS OR SOCIAL LINKS? ROAR TO ME! ”

" Man, will you GET THE HELL OFFA ME ?! " Mao was reaching past his limit, as evident from his accent slipping, which only happened in extremely stressful situations. His hands found their way to Ren's, locking onto the latter's with an iron grip. It seemed less that he was trying to pry him off of him and more that if words weren't getting through to him, he'd show his anger physically - even if that anger was just squeezing. " I don' wanna be part of whateva crazy shit ya got goin' on in yer life! Let me live mine ! " A part of him desperately wanted to understand what his twin was talking about. It must be important if he was going so far out of his way to shake him around and play all sorts of tricks. But at the same time - If he wasn't experiencing anything that made him second guess his decision ( Aside from this new, very vocal physical embodiment of a moral compass he now had attatched to his hip. ) He couldn't see why he'd need to be 'rebellious' or whatever this all was. Ignorance was bliss, after all. Was it not rebellious enough to take your throne as king over a society that had only tried to crush you? Apparently not. " The only potential I'm seeing right now is the potential I'm harboring to KICK your ass ! "

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appleyjuiceboy:

There were a lot of things that Takuto Maruki learned ever since he begged the voice in his head to give him power on that fateful day. The first thing he learned was that power came with a price, as the one he loved no longer remembered him. He could accept that, as she was no longer suffering. The second thing he learned was that he could use his power to change the world for the better, by helping victims of trauma get past their suffering. As long as he only used it in the worst case scenarios, then there wouldn’t be severe damage left as a result. The third thing he learned was that there were supernatural. almost god-like beings in this world, and they did not like it when you tried to meddle in their affairs, even unknowingly. This was something he had just learned now, as he tried to shut his eyes tightly as the being tried to whisper into his ear. “Who… are you exactly…? What do you want from me?!”

Oh? He wasn't even aware? He half expected his ignorance to be some sort of act with how beyond disrespectful it was. Yaldabaoth mulled over whether or not he wanted to tell the poor man the truth. Not that there was a consequence in sight for him either way. The false aeon tapped his chin innocently, letting out a soft hum as he did so. " I've gone by many names over the course of time, but you can call me Yaldabaoth. I suppose it wouldn't have as great of an affect to not know the name of the person who's going to punish you. " He decided to lay off for the time being, willing the cognitions away from Takuto so he could ask him a question. " Let me ask my own question of you. What was running through your mind when you began to bend cognition? " Despite the gentleness in his voice, the emotion his form showed on it's face was anything but gentle.

[angryspacegirl]

Under New Management

@grailcrest​

When she’d joined up with the Kimura-Kai Syndicate, at least on the associate, part-time, junior level that her age allowed, Serori’s expectations had been… More romantic, somehow. Full-body tattoos, missing fingers, cool quotes about the red kimono of the prisoner or the white kimono of the dead… It all seemed so different to the sterile, stifling atmosphere permeating every other facet of Japanese life. She styled herself the kind of rebellious outlaw fighting against an unjust system with guns and wits, taking no prisoners, never giving up without a fight, all that.

What she’d found hadn’t exactly matched her expectations. No tattoos, no missing fingers, and her only gang-related sword experience was far more traumatic than it was cool or exciting. The gangs seemed to have a lot more interest in selling drugs, buying up real estate, and resting on their laurels than trying to change much, or plunging Tokyo into the full-scale war between gangs and police that it desperately needed if anything was to move forward. Rising from the ashes, or whatever.

It wasn’t all bad. At least she got to wear a men’s suit on official business, and damn did she look good in it.

On the other hand, this kind of official business was about as far from what Serori wanted to involve herself in as humanly possibly. Maybe that was why she’d been asked to deal with it. After the success of the karaoke bar run by her boys near her apartment in Ikebukuro, the gang had decided to lean into small business investment. Nightlife spending was so volatile anyway, and everyone knew the prices were inflated, with bottles of champagne going for hundreds of thousands of yen, or more, so it was easy to launder money.

But did that really mean that she needed to get roped into it? She was still in high school herself, and knew basically nothing about running a business. Theoretically, she was simply a representative of the owners, a secondary manager to keep an eye out, arrange space for important meetings, and report back in case anything problematic came up. Not too different from the job her friends did in Ikebukuro.

With a sigh, Serori checked herself in the bathroom mirror. Her suit was well-fitted and expensive, and her tie looked good too. With her height and muscular build putting her at a size advantage even over most men, and the fact that her tough appearance and sharp expression made her seem older than her eighteen years, she didn’t anticipate any trouble. She’d give her brief speech, and then retire to just supervising, and if any of these airhead pretty boys gave her shit, she’d handle it.

It was the early evening, before the host club would open, and the employees would be arriving soon. They’d been informed that the club was under new ownership, and that another manager would be joining the staff on their behalf, but not much more than that. Returning to the central room, Serori hopped over the bar and poured herself a shot of whatever bitter-tasting alcohol she could find. “Gimme a break,” she muttered, throwing the shot back. “Was I really the only person for this job?”

[grailcrest-a]

Antsy, fidgety, jumpy - Any of those words could be used to describe the way Morgana had been acting all day. The worry was sharp, but manageable at first. Then, slowly, it spread into his skin and soaked into his being, turning him into a nervous wreck. The source of all this stress? He was to start working under new management that night at his host club. Normally, this would warrant a normal level of worry, not the kind that made you shake. The boy hated being this cowardly, but one of the only things that made him genuinely fearful was the idea of sudden change or loss of something he cared a lot about. He cared A LOT about being a host. He got to show off his skills, and meet new people, and all the guys he worked with were usually very nice to him. It was his little safeplace away from school and home ( Not that home was typically stressful, but at the same time it's inevitable that it is occasionally ), so when he saw what seemed like suspiciously well dressed men entering the establishment all those days ago and talking to his manager, and then his manager's abrupt leaving only a few days ago with news of his selling the club, Morgana felt threatened. Well, as long as they were nice, that was all that mattered, right? Actually, no ! They'd better not mess with anything about his routine - It's his and he worked very hard on it. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. If they tried, he'd say something. Yeah ! He had slowly gained the courage to see exactly what his new manager was all about as he transited to Shinjuku. He had no intentions of getting in a scrap with some huge yakuza guy, but he had to have some pride. When the feline-esque boy finally arrived at the club, he took a deep breath, puffed his chest and entered briskly. However, when his ocean blue eyes flickered up to see a very tall, well dressed woman, he released the air in his lungs. This definitely had to be his new boss. Women weren't known for being too mixed up in the mafia though.. Or were they? He wasn't super well-read on the subject. All the steam he had been building up released in small, dissapointing spouts, rather than the big explosion he was preparing for.

" Good afternoon ! Are you the new manager here? My name is Morgana Roux, it's nice to meet you ! " He bowed quickly, and admittedly a little awkward.

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saintcide:

 angel’s blue eyes shone in the dim light of mementos, still carefully concealed by her mask even as she watched his expression.  though her initial hostility to him had long since faded, the wariness didn’t; she wasn’t quick to trust strangers.  in fact, she wasn’t quick to trust anyone at all.  but he seemed sincere … at least, that much she could tell.  there was no disguise in his confusion nor nervousness at her sudden confrontation.  after a while, she finally sighed in defeat before shifting to ease herself on the platform edge, legs crossing and dangling with delicate ease.    ❛    just yukimura’s fine.    ❜    the thief replied, momentarily glancing away from him into the darkness of the depths.

her expression remained nonchalant at his next questions, almost uncaring, but only because she had expected no less.  the way she followed him wasn’t feverish or obsessive like a fan would.  in the almost eerie silence, she hummed,    ❛    you have something of interest to me.    ❜    she wasn’t in a hurry to tell him the truth just yet,    ❛    or rather, you are something of interest to me.    ❜    her pink lips pursed slightly as she spoke, one hand rested on the hilt of her rapier while the other leaned on the edge to balance herself.

Something of interest? This immediately made Mao cock an eyebrow under his mask. He didn't want to show his surprise, but the short silence before he spoke made it somewhat evident. " So do a lot of people - That's kinda vague. " His eyes flickered down to the train tracks in front of him, trying to concentrate on something else so he could think this situation through more effectively. It was a weird feeling, someone being able to sneak up on you and catch you by surprise, yet it's not to make a preemptive strike. In the midst of confusion about what this person could possibly want from him, he couldn't help but wonder how that was even possible. She was shrouded in mystery and it made it hard to keep his normal composure.

Steel eyes found themselves on the phantom thief again, this time apologetically. " That was rude.. Sorry, I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around all of this. " He spoke his mind openly. It was hard to feel like he was keeping up his air of mysteriousness when he had no idea how much exactly his verbal adversary knew about him. How long had she even been following him?

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guess who's back from her unannounced short hiatus it's this bitch haha sorry i didn't wanna write anything else til' i finished my beta protag blog but now i'm back and it's time to handle business lets gOOOO

[p0lymat-moved]

" Don't you wanna get away to this brand new part you're gonna play? "

heyo !! starry here with the 78th multifandom blog for persona 5’s protagonist ! this time with a twist ! *slaps roof of protag* this boy can fit so much unused/beta content in him. so with that said, slide me a ↻ or a ♥ if you’d be down for interacting with a beta protagonist ! (also it’s dash only)

[impropercorvus]

‪Someone once said “Burn your dread, babe”‬

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anon sent in a prayer! 4, 7, 8 👀

4. What is your advice to new/upcoming roleplayers? Be confident in your writing and prioritize what's fun to you over anything else cus' everything else will fall in naturally if you do those two things !! Writing is a hobby so who the hell wants to write smth boring or compromise their ideas for the sake of someone/something else? Not me and it shouldn't be you either! 7. What skills have you developed (other than writing) that helps in enhancing your roleplay experience? Editing probably! I used to love editing icons and borders for differnet stuff, but Tumblr roleplay combines my two greatest passions: creative writing and content creation, which is why I stick through despite some stuff. Also I don't know if this counts as skills but there are a lot of stories and things I'm aware of pretty much almost exclusively because of character study. When I mused Giorno from JJBA, I watched The Godfather because I wanted a better idea of how Italian mafias were structured. Later found out the author was never in the mafia and a lot of things didn't even exist (ex. sleeping with the fishes, calling heads of the families 'Godfather'), but it's still a neat story! 8. What is one mistake you’ve made while roleplaying? A mistake I make the most often is probably participating in threads/things I know I'm gonna drop. Less on here and more on Discord (Which used to be my primary source of roleplay). I've learned better but sometimes I still feel too bad to suggest doing something else..

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Munday Questions

1: In what ways has your muse changed you?

2: What do you struggle the most with when roleplaying?

3: Has there ever been a moment when you were uncomfortable roleplaying something?

4: What is your advice to new/upcoming roleplayers?

5: Is there a type of character you cannot play?

6: Do you write outside of roleplay? (Books/fanfictions)

7: What skills have you developed (other than writing) that helps in enhancing your roleplay experience?

8: What is one mistake you’ve made while roleplaying?

9: Do your friends and family know about your roleplaying hobby?

10: Has there ever been a time you wanted to quit roleplaying? What made you stay?

[memeroundups]

Twenty six things about the mun

A- Age: B- Biggest fear: C- Current time: D- Drink you last had: E- Every day starts with: F- Favorite song: G- Ghosts, are they real?: H- Hometown: I- Ever been in love?: J- Jealous of: K- Killed someone?: L- Last time you cried?: M- Middle name: N- Number of siblings: O- One wish: P- Person you last called: Q- Question you’re always asked?: R- Reason to smile: S- Song last sung: T- Time you woke up: U- Underwear color: V- Vacation: W- Worst habit: X- X-Rays you’ve had: Y- Your favorite food: Z- Zodiac sign: Nominate 8 people:

Send in some letter, and the Mun will answer!

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feel like shit just want him back xo

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spilling the intergalactic tea

frayedheartpieces sent in a prayer! “Birds are the mice of the sky. No way on earth would I ever have a bird pet.” madoka @ yaldy

The false god chuckled at this, bringing a hand to his chin to stifle it." Is that not being rude to mice? " He replied, clearly very amused by the fellow diety's declaration. All animals were about the same to him. The times he involved himself with the mortal world were brief, and geneally only with the intention of messing with humans. On that notion.. " If I had to choose a pet, I would say a mortal tends to never bore. " And that was true, though his idea of a 'pet' was pretty broad. By his definition an apostle, or follower, was the equivalent. They did basically the same thing, right? Both were affection starved from their masters and constantly running around causing havoc. Yaldabaoth never really cared for tea, let alone any food or drink considering his circumstances, but having it with Madoka suddenly added a fleeting sweetness to the liquid that he had easily grown fond of.

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metaverse injury !

closed horror themed starter for inabaslasthope!

" Incredible..just incredible.. You're very resilient, Guardian! " The blonde praised, seemingly unfazed ( perhaps even enthralled ) by the sticky red fluid that was seeping through his delicate fingers as he pressed on the other's leg wound. He eyed the crimson substance with clear interest. So her blood color wasn't any different from a normal human's? A little dissapointing, but still an interesting sight to see such a metaverse juggernaut injured. They had gone on a foray into what would be their third Palace, expecting to making significant progress due to the low Shadow activity. Well, it was low for the first half hour, but for reasons seemingly unexplainable, the Palace security took a sharp increase, causing the two Phantom Thieves to wall themseles in a Safe Room to recover and work out how they were going to escape. Yaldabaoth, known as Samael to Naoto and the other detectives in his unit ( And in addition Archon to Naoto in the Metaverse ), usually took the lead during these missions due to his vast knowledge of the Metaverse. Though to say he had a combination of luck and wits was true to an extent, it was more like everything could be tilted in his favor. On a whim he could bend any part of the Metaverse and even the cognition of real people to suit whatever he pleased. Which is why - of course - he ended up involving himself in human affairs once more up and personal, bringing along all the typical chaos. Naoto was just one of the many mortals subjected to Yaldabaoth's games. Suddenly, ice blue eyes flickered up to look the distressed woman in the eyes. " Are you keeping consciousness? Stay with me. I would advise against moving. Sealing this wound should not be too complicated of an issue at all. Where were our supplies again? "

[memeroundups]

Twenty six things about the mun

A- Age: B- Biggest fear: C- Current time: D- Drink you last had: E- Every day starts with: F- Favorite song: G- Ghosts, are they real?: H- Hometown: I- Ever been in love?: J- Jealous of: K- Killed someone?: L- Last time you cried?: M- Middle name: N- Number of siblings: O- One wish: P- Person you last called: Q- Question you’re always asked?: R- Reason to smile: S- Song last sung: T- Time you woke up: U- Underwear color: V- Vacation: W- Worst habit: X- X-Rays you’ve had: Y- Your favorite food: Z- Zodiac sign: Nominate 8 people:

Send in some letter, and the Mun will answer!