LITTLE PEARL ; YOU THINK YOU’RE IN GOLD

BUT I CAN SEE THE DIRT IN YOUR LINES (Created by Red - please read #RULES tag !)

[renxamamiya]

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[idealmadman]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE

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Tagged by @thecafeleblanc

Tagging - anyone who would like to join

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BOLD  what  usually  applies  /  ITALICIZE  sometimes  applies  to  your  muse .   REPOST,  DO  NOT REBLOG !!

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**DEFENSIVENESS. arms  crossed  on  chest /   crossing  legs  / fist-like  gestures / pointing  index  finger /   karate  chops   / stiffening  of  shoulders / tense  posture / curling  of  lip /   barring of teeth

**REFLECTIVE. hand  to  face  gestures /   head  tilted   / stroking chin    /  peering  over   glasses  /   taking  glasses  off  —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of  glasses in  mouth   /  pipe  smoker  gestures    /  putting  hand  to  the bridge  of  nose  / pursed  lips  / knitted  brows

**SUSPICION. arms  crossed /   sideways  glance /   touching  or  rubbing  nose  / rubbing  eyes /   hands  resting  on  weapon /  brows  rising / lips  pressing  into  a  thin line / strict unwavering  eye  contact   /   wrinkling  of  nose

**OPENNESS + COOPERATION. open  hands  /   upper  body  in  sprinters  position / sitting  on  the edge  of  a  chair    /   hand-to-face gestures /   unbuttoned  coat    / tilted  head / slacked  shoulders / droopy  posture /   feet  pointed  outward   / palms  flat  and  facing  outward

**CONFIDENCE. hands  behind  back /   hands  on  lapels  of  coat  /   steeped  hands / baring  teeth  in  a  grin  /   rolling  shoulders  / tipping head back  but  maintaining  eye  contact /  chest  puffed  up /   shoulders  back / arms  folded  just  above  navel /  hands in pockets

**INSECURITY + ANXIETY. chewing  pen  or  pencil  / rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb / biting  fingernails / hands  in  pockets /  elbow  bent /   closed  gestures /  clearing  throat /   “ whew ”  sound /   picking  or  pinching  flesh / fidgeting  in  chair  /  hand  covering  mouth  whilst speaking  /   poor  eye  contact  / tugging  pants or  clothes /  jingling  money  in  pockets  /   tugging  at  ear  / perspiring  hands  /   playing  with  hair / swaying  /   playing  with pointer / marker  /   smacking  lips  / sighing  / rocking  on  balls  of  feet /   flexing  fingers  sporadically / lip biting

**FRUSTRATION. short  breaths /   “ tsk ”  sounds / tightly  clenched  hands  / fist-like  gestures  /  pointing  index  finger / running  hand  through  hair / flipping over shoulder /   rubbing  back  of  neck /  snarling / revealing  teeth /  grimacing /   sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows /   shoulders  back,  head  up   -   defensive  posturing / clenching  of  jaw /  grinding  of  teeth  /   nostrils  flaring /   heavy  exhales

[thecafeleblanc]

Caffeine, adrenaline, pain. Together, the the unholy trinity was a potent drug that could make the half-dead amble with some semblance of awareness. At this point, it was the best Akira could hope for. Sojiro was kind enough - or maybe scared of failing - that he’d left him alone for the last 72 hours, sensing that something had changed. Sure, he knew the hacked message about Masayoshi Shido was Akira and Futaba’s doing, but something else had shifted in his young charge’s demeanor, and the proprietor of LeBlanc was at least wise enough to know he couldn’t help. At least not now.

Sleep had been a struggle for the last three days. The first night was a patchwork of indigo walls, iron bars, rainwater, more water, bubbles, drowning. The second day, the adrenaline kicked in, helping Akira to convert any doubt and pain into something productive, as they infiltrated Masayoshi Shido’s so-called “Ark.” Even after exerting so much effort, sleep refused to find him; the dark-haired boy struggled in an ocean of blankets and pillows, unable to find comfort in the unreal silence and warmth. 

Today was the third day of his zombie-like state. He’d washed himself up - a sparse splash of water to the face, a tooth brushing, and a quick comb of the hair - and managed to make it downstairs to open up and get working. The days were easier when he had things to do - it made it harder for the questions itching at his gut to bubble up.

Akira adjusted his glasses with his fingers and brought his restless eyes to the kitchen sink in LeBlanc. There was so much to do: cleaning, drying, measuring, boiling, grinding. He replayed the schedule in his head like a droning melody: cleaning, soap, water…drying – water? 

Drowning. Drowning. Drown–

He didn’t even hear the bell on the door ring.

@idealmadman​

[idealmadman]

There was an itch that Takuto couldn’t quite shake away today- something bothering him and festering in his head that something important should be done. He just wasn’t quite sure what it was— but his gut feeling was almost never wrong.

The counselor walks to LeBlanc, the assured feeling that he should be here becoming more dim as rain started to drip from the clouds above.

Funny, Takuto thinks. The sun was just out a moment ago... I didn’t bring an umbrella.

But that’s a problem for later. For now, he enters the small, homey cafe. He’s only been here a few times, but Takuto always manages to be surprised by how empty it is.

Empty besides one tall, disheveled teenager standing behind the bar counter with his eyes wide open. As Takuto slowly walks forward, he cranes his neck to try and see what the boy is looking at.

A dirty sink of dishes.

His eyes go back to Akira. Surprisingly, it looks like he hasn’t even noticed Takuto at all. The counselor purses his lips before softly speaking out, trying not to startle the boy. “Not a big fan of dishes, Kurusu-kun?” He forces out a sympathetic chuckle. “I can’t say I am, either. I don’t like the grimy feel on my hands once I’m done with them.”

[glitchedpuppet]

I’m really tired of seeing people broken up into labels of absolutes.

People are not just “good” or “bad”.

People are not a list of labels. 

People are complex, situations are complex.

I know, that makes it a lot harder when you want to just write off everything someone’s ever done as bad – but that’s not how people actually are, and it would do everyone good to stop pretending they are.

I am tired of hearing about the fear people have in putting themselves out there. And it is a scary thing! Putting yourself out there means subjecting yourself to people who want a really good reason to tear you down, who will jump at the first chance to feel “good” by labeling someone else as “bad”.

I reject this. I reject the idea that there should be fear in speaking up and talking about experiences and trying to reach an understanding of a situation.

I’m unhappy to see people spitefully urging others to cut off ties with their friends under the guise of “well, that person’s just inherently bad, so if you talk to them you’re bad too.” That is fucked up. You definitely have the right to let the friend know you don’t want to hear about whoever troubles you, but you do not at all have the right to decide who their friends should be. This includes guilt trips.

Anyway, just try to be more aware of others. Everyone else is a person like you. They might not have the same experiences as you. They might not understand how their words are harmful, or how what they’re doing is wrong. They certainly won’t if you never tell them.

Most people are trying to be good, but they’re going to mess it up sometimes. Try to keep that in mind. Even when people do really fucked up shit, sometimes they are trying to do good. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” and all that.

Nothing gets solved, no growth happens when you put people into a box from which you’ll never let them escape.

Yes, you absolutely must be careful about people who have tendencies and patterns that are harmful to you. Sometimes people try to overcome those patterns and they fail, and you have to distance yourself from them: that is the sad reality of life. Sometimes though, they can overcome it. But they certainly won’t if the first thing you do is write them off after a fuck up. 

Be sincere. Use your best judgment.

[siryouarebeingmocked]

>Most people are trying to be good, but they’re going to mess it up sometimes. Try to keep that in mind. Even when people do really fucked up shit, sometimes they are trying to do good. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” and all that. 

Oh, I never forget that. In fact, that’s the worst part.

[folded-irony-blade]

THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER.

[jflashandclash]

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!

Pushing the idea that people are morally/ethically binary and permanently on one side or the other doesn’t allow room for growth. Things like cancel culture can further promote hatred because it discourages learning and empathy. You put this so eloquently and I hope this gets reblogged at least another 50,000 times!

[galahadwilder]

Mistakes that I have made, and ways we learn to be better.

[ruffboi-mags]

Something my therapist said to try to help me deal with this is that “Everyone is doing their best all the time.”

Their best may not be good. Their best not be helpful. Their best may be actively harmful. But they’re still doing their best. Everyone is always doing their best. Because even if they’ve been better and they’re being “lazy” or “hateful” or whatever? There’s something underneath that feeding it. Why is that their best?

And it’s not your job to try to figure that out, it’s their job and their therapist’s job if they have one

But no one is all good, no one is all bad, and every single one of us is doing our best even if it’s not enough.

[onlyrpmemes]

Random Questions for a Muse

(if for a multi-muse; please specify who it is for)

What do you like to drink on a hot day?

What do you like to drink on a cold day?

What was the last thing you ate?

Hear any good jokes lately?

What do you feel like when you’re in love?

What is something that warms and comforts you?

What is something you can definitely do without?

Got an antagonist in your life?

Do you wear hats?

What’s a fear you have?

Anything you wish you could have done differently in your life?

What’s something you wish you could do?

Do you like children?

Have you loved and lost?

What would a terrifying nightmare for you be like?

Got a favorite food?

What kind of music do you listen to?

Is there anything you simply cannot stand?

Mornings or evenings?

What would be your dream house?

What is a smell that’s absolutely horrible to you?

Any bad habits?

What would be an average day for you?

Are you wanted by law enforcement?

Do you have people you can count on when things get tough?

[idealmadman]

For peace of mind and all that, I’ll be deleting the drama posts for the most part. I’ve said my piece and you’ve all seen it, and no one else is contacting me so I’m officially declaring My Part over. Telling you all of this because i DONT want this to be a hub for only drama, i came here to RP and to have fun. if anyone wants to come @ me with screenshots later or whatever you can do that, i’m not denying the things i said, i just want to clear my blog of the drama and not have it be the first thing everyone sees. 

It’s up to you if you want to harass others online or not. I hope you make the right choice. 

[idealmadman]

anons off but i can sacrifice my comfort bc this is serious. i read her thread, and i actually gave a lengthy, respectful reply explaining why the rhetoric she was sharing, ESP as a black person was harmful and severely misinformed. just because she's black doesn't mean what she's saying is automatically right or based on anything factual, and as a black youth myself it was extremely concerning to have to read that. it's the exact kind of dog whistle ppl look for to justify shit. do research..

I’m not sure how you read her thread because her twitter has been deleted from the harassment, but maybe there’s screenshots somewhere. and if you gave a reply, i’m sorry to say it was buried beneath all the harassment and she probably didnt see it. 

The issue is that her perspective on ACAB has sort have turned around, but none of you can see that. she was harassed off twitter and soon she’s going to be harassed of tumblr when she doesn’t deserve that. people have explained to her what ACAB means and she’s lightened her opinion, but she hasnt made that public bc shes been getting so much harassment. 

she’s not automatically right because she’s black. she may be wrong. but nothing she could say justifies how people are acting toward her right now. 

[encoffiner-deactivated20211104]

if you guys could pass around the fact @adultdefy advocates for / licks cop boots as a past time i would appreciate it. if you’d like proof of these claims: the live posts on their twitter. yes they’re also the miku binder thomas jefferson artist so that tells you enough lmao.

[idealmadman]

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. When will you have enough and when will you stop trying to ruin my friend’s life? It is NONE of your business. It’s not. And it has NOTHING to do with roleplaying or writing or Persona 5. You are all so petty and filled to the brim with hatred that it is disgusting.

Judging someone you don’t even know relentlessly is the worst thing you can do on the internet, and you’ve done it. You’ve done it again and again and again and you still don’t have enough. Jay is just trying to move on in her life and express her own opinions on how the world is turning upside down for her people right now, and you will not let it go. And NO ONE will let her traumatic ass past with Hamilton go. She made a piece of art and everyone in the world decided to do exactly what you’re doing right now and it made her fucking suicidal. She almost killed herself over this and here you are, digging up the skeleton she’s trying to bury, and shoving it down her throat just because you can never. Get. Enough.

Jay is NONE of your business. If you don’t like her, that’s fine. Move the fuck on and write with someone else because her life is not your fucking plaything. Her history and her opinion on BLM have NOTHING to do with you or persona 5. If you don’t want to write with her, great. Find some other half assed petty bitch to write with you, I’m sure they’ll be glad.

Stop it. Stop being cruel and just go home. Jay has nothing to do with you, so stop acting like it. Stop harassing my friend until she fucking breaks and you’ll know you take a part in the blame.

[thecafeleblanc]

Akira Kurusu knew how to push through pain. From months and months of brushing off the small headaches, the minute tremors of his hand when signing paperwork, and the tiny churns of his gut when he encountered a police officer, the young man had learned the art of letting feelings pass without causing too much of a scene. After all, he’d managed to build up a decent life in Yongen, and despite how unfair the situation was, he was doing alright.

The last week, however, was something different. Akira had struggled to sleep; a bone-tired body and an overactive mind did that. The fatigue showed in his everyday routines: dark circles lined his eyes, his hair style had gone from “unkempt beauty” to simply “unkempt,” and his normal dexterity had slowed, as if his fingers and hands were filled with quicksand. The hardest part of it was the constant ache in his stomach and the random pangs that struck at his mind. It all screamed, “this isn’t right.”

How could you tell your friends you missed someone who tried to shoot you? Was any of their friendship genuine? Regardless, none of what happened was right – why couldn’t he have done more?

Akira sank into his thoughts. His eyes looked through the coffee cup he was cleaning at LeBlanc’s counter, and his hands worked unconsciously as memories of the engine room dripped in and threatened to drown him. He didn’t even hear the bell on the door ring.

@idealmadman​

[idealmadman]

Walking into LeBlanc was not on the doctor’s to-do list today, but his apartment was nearby and he found himself simply wondering. He’s always daydreaming, of course, it’s practically needed for the obscure reality that is his life’s work; a separate world actualized by cognitions. But he wasn’t thinking about that today. 

Takuto was wondering about that boy. The one who had helped him immensely with his paper and never seemed to stay out of nation-wide news-- Akira Kurusu. 

Just a month before, the Phantom Thief was declared dead. Takuto admits he feels a little shame from being so caught up in his work that he got the news late-- though it didn’t seem to matter because right after that, the Phantom Thieves jumped right back into action and shown themselves to the world, declaring they’d take down a man that even Takuto had an ill mind on: Masayoshi Shido. 

And now... it's over, apparently. But was it really? That’s what Takuto wondered. How were all of them faring, after all of that? Despite the fact the Phantom Thieves were heroes, Takuto also knew they were just teenagers. And teenagers were never meant to wear the heavy burden of a hero. 

So after lots of thinking, wondering, daydreaming-- Takuto puts on his coat and slips on something besides his sandals for once (it was a bit too cold for that, after all) and he heads toward LeBlanc. He rationalizes that in order to quell his worries and questions, he has to see Akira for himself. But they’re practically already answered as the doctor finally makes it to the cafe, the bell cutting the heavy silence that seemed to lie in the store, and Akira sits in the middle of that silence, his eyes dead and his body tense. 

And Takuto realizes he probably should have tried to get in contact with him sooner. 

“It’s been a while, Kurusu-kun,” the doctor talks gently so he doesn’t startle the boy too much out of his daze, his steps on the floorboard quiet as he walks forward. “I was hoping you’d be here.” Takuto tries not to frown in worry as Akira looks up at him, his face completely neutral despite the tale-tell signs of exhaustion on his features. “...Would you have time for a chat? Though I, unfortunately, don’t have any snacks on my person this time.” 

[thebookquotes]

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

[taggedmemes]

SEND IN HEADCANON + A WORD / PHRASE FOR A RELEVANT HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.

[idealmadman]

💬 + I hear that you have a crush on someone...

“ Well- I- Where’d you hear that from..? ”

>His cheeks are a bit dark as he nervously looks to the side, playing with the lanyard around his neck.>

“ ...Perhaps. But crushes happen all the time, really. It’s nothing big. ”

[morphogenetic]

[idealmadman]

{ added a link to my desc that leads to a document! never thought i’d do that. it’s very barren right now because i’m still in the middle of creating this blog and how i want to write maruki, but the document basically details who my muse exactly is and how he’ll be portrayed on this blog. so you may look at it if you please! again, it’s very simple and small at the moment, but it’s better than nothing. }

[idealmadman]

MARUKI EAT THE BROWN PART OF THIS BANANA

“ Oh, that’s ... hm. ”

>Maruki looks at the fruit with a tense frown, picking it up with a sigh as the browned fruit squishes under his fingers. But then he gets a wonderful idea— whistling quickly through his teeth and Baba comes running over with a wagging tail.>

“ It’s a wonderful treat for my dog ! Thank you. ”

>He smiles, and then shivers and wipes the banana left on his fingers off on his coat. He’ll have to wash it later.>

[idealmadman]

>Takuto Maruki hates dried fruit.>

[aioniopyr]

real maruki hours