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important !! bc some important features arent working on this blog for whatever reason i had to remake it and move to @p0lymat . i'll follow everyone im following on here and anything i owe will still be carried over! just think of it as a hard reset

#001. god has my number blocked | out.#| sorry guys ;;#020. due to personal reasons i will be suffering | mobile.

i think tumblr marked this blog as a spambot...? i cant send messages to anyone (unless they message first) and thats prob why my posts dont show in tags..

#001. god has my number blocked | out.#| i may ACTUALLY have to move

starter call !! <3 varying length ! if we haven’t interacted yet i might possibly im you to plot!

#006. welcome to my twister mind! right hand blue | starter call.#| i just wanna get dynamics establish before i start sending ask memes to people

marudyne

#017. i expect to run the world in shoes i cannot walk in | visage.#shauke tw;#akeshu tw;

fuck moving it’s too much work

i’ll just email staff and hope the algorithm starts liking me when it feels like it :/

#001. god has my number blocked | out.

BELIEVE ME DARLING, THE STARS WERE MADE FOR FALLING ! LIKE MELTING OBELISKS AS TALL AS ANOTHER REALM !

(c)

#persona rp #anime rp #video game rp #manga rp #jjba rp

my promo isnt showing up in the tags im abt to riot

#001. god has my number blocked | out.#| why.#020. due to personal reasons i will be suffering | mobile.

icecreamvi

I just can’t help myself

#017. i expect to run the world in shoes i cannot walk in | visage.

tricksterfinale‌:

God, he needs coffee.

“You really think I buy the ‘if I had done it, I’d be more subtle’ excuse? Yeah, right. Pa told me never to take my eye off of the game an’ if I did, to at least remember where the pieces were. ” In truth, now Hikaru had lost all patience with the game, considering his roaring headache and would move to take a seat at the table they had claimed earlier. Resting his chin in his hand, he’d focus grey optics on the other with a brow raised.

“Either way, we should order food. ‘m thinking Jalapeno poppers, because honestly, my aim’s goddamn messed up and you probably helped me more than you hurt me by moving those balls cause of that.”

How dare him! He didn’t even care to entertain his ruse! Akinari pouted, and gave Hikaru an exasperated look for a few moments, but after giving it a quick rethink, perhaps it was better he didn’t care. It was in the span of 30 seconds that the teen was able to let bygones be bygones. “ Yeah, yeah, alright. You don’t need to whine so much. “ He grinned a dumb grin, launching his hand into his pocket to fish out his wallet. After he did so, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, just for a few moments. Then, a mischievous glint found it’s way into his eyes for what had to have been the 7th time that day. After being around Akinari for a brief time, it becomes so obvious when he thinks up something that’s probably bad.

“ Hey, hey. Listen. If I treat you would that be enough motivation for another round? “ Normally he didn’t like spending his money on something that wasn’t an immediate benefit to him, but the Achilles heels of his greed were:

1. He liked to show off.

2. He liked to show off by treating his friends.

The best thing for a con artist to have was reliable friends, and you don’t hold out on your friends. “ Don’t be lame. I dragged you out here to have fun, not sit and be a grandpa. “

#002. that’s a funny trick to play on god | in.#| akinari tag tba.#tricksterfinale #| akinari: haha i will spend $5 and then you will see that i am the GREATEST

enshijou‌:

call it a hunch. call it a feeling if you will. a slightly nauseating sensation that rose from the depths of sudden contemplation and feline-like curiosity. the lurch in his stomach does not mean to manifest itself when such things occur. but the past has ingrained itself so. it is hard to get rid of once it has happened. there is someone that has been carefully watching him for a little while now. there is an external force at work. a higher power, it could even be said.

oh, but there always is. there are watchful gazes all around you, anomaly. they wish to see your every move and gesture, and what the driving force of such strangeness really is. what is it that makes you want to do as you do ? why is it that you enrobe yourself with coveted light when you have bore witness to the obscurity that lies quietly existent in the depths of being ? in the innocent paw of the cat, the butterfly’s translucent wing is ensnared. pinned with silver nail to the selene soaked pavement on which it stands. there is nowhere to go for now. a second’s glance exchanged with muted topaz and it has managed to become trapped in the moment.

upon turning around, hands had gently leapt up into the air until the realisation had dawned as to where they were. there was no reason to be scared, was there ? the only thing that can ever hurt you is yourself. and that is if you allow the inner self to do so. there is nothing worse than the worn face you continue to cling onto. it has the potential to do what it is that the other seeks. the unknown. he can see too that he had made the heart of the other leap in surprise. it is probably unexpected. for such a thing to leap into the empty hole of astonishment that the mouth leaves agape and bury itself there so suddenly.

‘ n-no. don’t worry. there’s no need to apologise. you didn’t startle me at all. ‘ there is a laugh lined with slight nervousness as gloved hand smooths down raven locks. it is a little foolish to admit to a stranger that there were still bumps present in the coming of night. who wouldn’t be a little afraid of someone they didn’t know following them ? and for how long might have the pursuit been for ? ‘ well… to be honest, you did give me a little bit of a fright. but that’s alright. ‘ a dismissive wave of the hand to dispel of any rising tension or growing anticipation.

‘ it’s not any fault of yours. but it is starting to get darker a lot faster than it used to. are you lost, by any chance ? the city’s not the easiest to navigate by any means by yourself, let alone in the dark. ‘

@p0lymat !

Lost? He thought he was lost? This made Tojo smile subconsciously; Gentle and warm. The other’s concern was not why he was here, or even who he was — Instead there was the worry about his safety.The idea that he might be in jeopardy. The fact that the source of this was possibly his blindness soared high over his head. This genuinely warmed him up, being inclined towards people who seemed truly good at heart. However, this didn’t mean he automatically could trust him. Something about this man was still deeply concerning on a level only someone with a gift from the gods could sense.

The noirette shook his head. “ Well, I don’t think I’m lost! I’m definitely taking a little longer to get home than usual, though! “ He chirped, “ And..it’s night already? I hadn’t noticed.. “ In actuality, it seemed highly likely to him that it was night. He had been out and about since the early evening and he had no longer felt the warmth of the sun for what was around an hour now. The winds had also gotten harsher, and the streets less crowded. Tojo was curious about how this person would handle him if he continued the idea that he was helpless.

Now that he could see the strange man from the front ( though just outlined ), he got more details about his appearance. He could confirm that he was taller than him, but as for the kind of emotions he was emanating, it turned up blank. Frustrating. His eyebrows furrowed in a combination of mild irritation and deep thought for a few, short moments, then he abruptly bowed.

“ My name is Minatogawa Tojo. “ He introduced himself. “ I don’t mean to burden you, but I would be very grateful if you could help me at least find my way back to the train station. I could at least figure out where to go from there! “ He took a gamble on a whim, as he often did. The short boy was finding himself quickly wrapped up in yet another escapade with a potentially entertaining muse. He was no stranger to walking among the normal and throwing himself to fate, but it often ended in tragedy or boredom. Maybe this time he’d be the cat who got the cream.

new icon psds !! (featuring some early scans from the upcoming mementos mission chapter B)

#001. god has my number blocked | out.#| ok now i can actually reply to ppl i just wanted to do this first sorry

it is time... to search for more psds and work on aesthetics

#001. god has my number blocked | out.#| i wanna make a cute promo soon

saintcide‌:

stepping out from the limousine was a girl no older than in her 20s, with sunshine hair curled into an elegant bun and blue eyes too sharp for somebody of her name and reputation. she was clad in a red slit dress hugging her soft curves in all the right places, jewelry too expensive for people to afford with their own lives and a smile decorated too finely with glamour. ❛ thank you, itsuki. ❜ sweetness ebbed into her expression as she held onto his hand with much gratitude. hikari could just hear the whispers of people around her, lots of gossip, some of regret — the dear daughter of the yukimura family was blessed with immense beauty and charisma, stories told. unfortunately, her intelligence was subpar at best: in spite of being the inheritor of a massive fortune, she only cared about glitz and glam. her only more recent concerns had been spoiling her little boytoy.

❛ i’m really excited for the party, ❜ a laugh, however childish it was, ❛ i heard that there’s going to be a biiiig jewelry exhibition for it ! do you think i can pay them to get a few ? ❜ the woman beamed as they walked together into the venue, ignoring the women turning green with envy without any issue. if looks could kill, hikari would’ve been dead long ago. ❛ oh, i do hope that miss rika likes the mansion i got for her birthday … ❜ she sighed dramatically. the role of the spoiled heir was one she didn’t enjoy, but it wasn’t one she had trouble with playing out. her stare of awe was merely a well-concealed look of disdain as she swept around the room for big and small names alike, though not surprised— after all, this was the prime minister’s aide’s daughter. anyone would wanna benefit through her.

It was their third ‘ performance ‘ since Hikari had first started contracting him, and Itsuki still wasn’t completely used to the sheer amount of money she and her ascended society shelled out on a daily basis. A mansion?! Oh, he could hear whatever old bag that somehow looks twice her age at 30 going ‘ Ohh what a sweet little thing from Hikari-chan ! Oh but such a pity, my Egyptian silk golden encrusted lounge chair hand-crafted by orphan children would never fit with the 7th ballroom.. Guess we’ll demolish it ! ‘ In her nasally noblewoman voice, and he and his fake girlfriend would have to feign concern and apologize on their behalf. Or maybe it’d be some air-headed brat, locked and ready with a slew of backhanded compliments and and uncomfortable fascination with him, essentially locking him down for the evening while he endured her intrusive questions.

Itsuki was so lost in his fixation on the sovereign’s last sentence that it took him a few seconds to realize he had ignored her question. “ Wait, jewelry exhibition..? “ His interest was piqued by this, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes momentarily. One of the things that made this particular gig more enjoyable was the occasional spoils of being the Yukimura heir’s arm-candy. Itsuki didn’t place objects very high compared to his other life priorities, but he couldn’t lie — He liked to look nice. “ Well certainly they couldn’t say no to you, could they? “ His tone was hushed and smooth, reflecting his presentation of the more calm, gentleman-y type. He was not nearly as good as Hikari when it came to shaking off the piercing eyes and murmurs that came with being a center of attention, especially when he arguably had to face more scrutiny than she did in his position. To curve this, he kept his pearly gray gaze on the blonde, pushing the other attendees out of his mind to the best of his ability.

In truth, the extent to how intelligent she was in actuality was blank on the escort. He knew for a fact that she knew more about the world around her than she let on; It was clear as day when the way she acted in private juxtaposed the bubbly, ditzy way she portrayed herself to others. He had a little trouble wrapping his head around it.. Isn’t this the kind of world where you’d want to be feared and respected? The fact she probably had a completely plausible reason too just made him want to find out more.