💥 💛 🎁 !!
send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at
“poker.” his answer is short and straightforward, but the smirk tugging on his lips says it all. he owes it to being an android - his level of processing capabilities and memorization of tricks and bluffing allows him to easily guess which cards would be drawn next, his own input going nicely long for the ride. other people would call it a scam and curse him to high heavens as he drags their chips towards him, but dagda can only smile and shrug, leaving them to deal with the manager.
send 💛 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse
"𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰"
send 🎁 for my muse to describe one thing on their personal wishlist
“i’d like to get a respray for my gun, if that counts?” dagda shrugs a bit, a small smile tugging on his lips. his weapon of choice, a yakuza 16 compact pistol, had been with him ever since he was first reactivated for his new owner. the gun practically goes through everything with dagda, and such turmoil has become very evident as wear and tear begins to take hold. “it was red before, but i mean...” he trails off, rolling his eyes in a dismissive manner. “i’m thinking of maybe getting it painted grey this time, or a nice deep purple.” he nods to himself, the visual components already filling his head as he thinks of what color would look best.
