#deceptionarts

[nonepunchman]

((Starter for @deceptionarts​!))

Mob is just crossing the street on his way home to Archimedes when he senses it, even with his weakened powers. The aura, the presence... it has to be an evil spirit. What else could it be?

Is it related to the “gods” that run this world? Is it something that’s dangerous to others? He doesn’t know. All he knows...

Is that he has to exorcise it.

But the strange thing is... he could have sworn the aura came from... the young boy that just passed by him, the boy with the seemingly permanent scowl on his face. Possession?

He turns towards the boy’s back and calls out to him.

“Excuse me.”

[fulgoriis]

😱

Terrible Advice // Not Accepting

“Are you by yourself a lot because you don’t know how to get closer to people? Why don’t you just knock ‘em off their feet like you did to me when we first met as a conversation starter then? Guaranteed you’ll get a response each and every time.” 

[isolaradiale]

I hope you are treating Lady Tamayo with the best hospitality you can give her! Here's Yashiro from Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer). App is on the left.

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Yashiro!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 172!

You will be retain your regeneration at a quarter of its usual potency.

You will also be given a piece of paper with a poorly drawn Tamayo on it.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ capella!

[notyourpocket]

@deceptionarts

Was that kid staring at him? The intensity of those eyes... unnerving and not something that had any place being centered in a child’s skull.

Not that he wasn’t the first creepy child he’d seen, not by a longshot. The Medic simply hated being stared at.

“Do you have ein problem?“

[yurusarenai]

    ✦ —  @deceptionarts

     cotes ward had become something of a sanctuary, but after pacing the same streets back and forth every day, he felt it was finally time to graduate from his routine. Fibonacci Ward was the first on his list. Figuring the place was renowned for its grand canyon, he thought it’d appeal more to his nature side, but, of course, he was a fool for thinking it wouldn’t turn him on his head. 

      Once he got there, the smell of iron and oil coated everything, and he couldn’t get the sound of creaking gears out of his ears. So much that when Yushiro appeared, he immediately flew across the street, failing to notice the horse-pulled carriage that pulled around the corner toward his direction. 

[wisterieyed]

@deceptionarts​

A demon walking by, but not a vicious one. At least he will not be vicious now, nor will be be vicious toward him. There will be a time and place where Yushiro will become vicious, and it will be in the favor of his children.

But the simple act of walking will occur soon, and therefore Kagaya waits patiently with his hands folded neatly in his lap.

The next set of footsteps he hears - and there had been nobody else - must be the demon. Unless he decided to take an alternate route.

“Yushiro?”

“We have not met directly, but I know your Lady Tamayo, and I know of you.”

[beastboy-archived]

how he had gotten wrapped up in this snowball fight? he did not really know. one moment he had simply been watching the game unfold. the next, a mere stranger had pulled him along by the hand to join their team. it sure has been a while since he was able to enjoy winter like this. the last thing he could remember was him and jack making snow angels at school... 

puppyhood sure was a simpler time. 

legosi tightly packed the snow in his palms, sitting against the barrier which he hid behind. well. it was now or never. without hesitation the young wolf sprung up from his spot, throwing the snowball as far and hard as he could. 

wait. that wasn’t supposed to be his target--

“ WAHH! NO NO NO-- HEY! WATCH OUT! ” 

@deceptionarts​

[itwasjustanapple]

@deceptionarts

Crowley quite likes red light districts. All that temptation in one place, just begging for a slight nudge. They sure made his job easier over the millennium. You know, when he still had a job. Now he’s just taking a saunter there for old times’ sake. Plus, he hasn’t been in this city’s red light district yet. It’s not all that different from any other red light district as far as he’s seen so far.

Including its share of creepy lurkers.

“Looking for sssomething?” He asks with a friendly enough grin, though his eyes are narrowed suspiciously behind his sunglasses.

There’s a familiar tang of the occult about this fellow.