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[sensual-obscurity]

     " Now, now~ Did I not tell you before to not simply enter the Ark~? "     But he also knew that no matter what he would say, this one was quite so adamant in his efforts when it came to orders, suggestions, and ideas [ and the lack of following one or the other ]. And does not the tone of voice brought forth betray the mild 'chiding' that laced itself around every word spoken? If not for that, then the whispery sound of laughter exhaled with the smoke of his cigarette would disperse any last sliver of doubt. Quaint even - but perhaps it was interia that would make Tyki more lenient with this and that---

     --- And this creature in particular.     " Alas, as long as you behave and not destroy anything, I suppose I will allow it. "     Would it matter? [ for himself not, for the Earl - of course ]. A teasing disregard to punishment, in fragments also being a disassembling of cluttered thoughts [ boredom could be so destructive ].     " What brings you here, hm, Ji Soo~? "     @pwophet​ ♡~

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@pwophet​ : ¥ treat boris like a part of your family! pick him up and sit him at the dinner table next time maggie's over!! :D ... and also fix him a plate, too! he's starving!

send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey

No. As if he would obey something as stupid as that. There is no way he would take that... monstrous thing and allow him at the dinner table. If it had been up to Valentine he would have thrown it out immediately, but surprisingly Scarlet actually found the decoration to be quite endearing and found it to add ‘personality’ to their library. 

“Yes. Alright... I’ll be sure you’re invited too, Ji Soo. Boris can sit right next to you...”

and maybe Valentine can convince them to take the damn thing back. 

[determinazionearch]

“   is there a reason you insist on following me today?   ”   his usual patience is absent today, an atypical bite accompanying this query in particular.  family, business, relationships, friendships   —-   an amalgamation of experienced issues clouded his judgment, giving giorno a total of two choices   :   refrain from commenting altogether, or let his bitterness bleed through.  ‘twas rare, the sight of a genuinely exasperated don managing each facet of his life, barely holding on by a thread   —-   and it seemed @pwophet had caught him amidst all of this.

what poor timing.  was this intentional?  the thought alone fanned the flames of indignation, barely contained by a strong, enclosed heart.  it couldn’t be, absolutely couldn’t be. 

“   because i’m rather busy.   ”

[determinazionearch]

”d’ya wanna hurt me, mister giorno?”

and was it unjust to answer a plain yes?  to acknowledge the grief experienced at the hands of a pseudo-stranger?  to manipulate one’s compassion and empathy against them   —-   what cruel psychological warfare it was.  did ji soo truly enjoy this?  were they reveling in his misery?  molars grind against molars, an unholy strain forced upon bone.  his unwavering composure was one of giorno’s strengths, but in the context of this stressful situation and the emotional weight underlying it, ji soo’s games were testing its limits. 

from the experience they shared, an unpleasant one to be precise, it seemed giorno’s feelings on the matter were irrelevant.  no matter what, ji soo would return. again and again and again and again.  so, what would disdain be worth?  wouldn’t it benefit them both if they ‘formed’ a friendship?  perhaps, that way, giorno could earn their trust   —-   and manipulate it whenever beneficial.   never before had he indulged in a plan of vengeance, but if there was no other way to abate this danger   …   so be it.

“   all you want is to have fun together, don’t you?   ”   first, acknowledge their desires.  play into them.  suck it up and be part of it.  become their ‘friend’.  make them feel secure in their shared bond, and don’t shut them out.  after that? his fun could begin.

any hint of disdain melted away, twisting his neutral features into an expression feigning friendliness.  the giorno his loved ones knew,  as soft and loving as the sun.    “   i apologize for my rude behavior from before.  i admit i sometimes struggle to understand differing beliefs.  however, i have time to spare   —-   would you like to spend it with me?   ”

[ristorantebar]

pwophet sent: hey... are you THE guido mista?? that's so cool, omg...

"so, you've heard of me, then?" oh, he's trying so hard to sound like a cool guy. guido mista is not immune to having his ego stroked a little. or a lot. he laughs slightly, regarding the stranger with a curious eye.

"and who are you? i don't think we've met before, but you've clearly got good taste."

[rottingkiss]

( @pwophet )

Where is the life that she RECOGINIZES?

It's all like complete and utter BLUR. Just yesterday does it feel like she was gifted the tool of DIVINE judgement to use for any purpose she deemed worthy: the Death Note. With it, Misa Amane chose the righteous path of her saviour. Kira, the one that punishes the evil-doers of this ROTTEN world, is her everything. The young woman understood the possible consequences of aligning herself with a man that the world governments deemed as somehow DANGEROUS to all that's good and humane in this world. They could kill her for all she cares! As long as he can still carry out his sacred duty.

Still, her heart feels extremely HEAVY. Ever since she's been placed under arrest for the POSSIBILITY of being Second Kira, it's as if a part of her has DIED. Being separated from Light Yagami for who knows how long is draining the blonde's soul. This withdrawl has made her admittedly prone to severe outburst. It explains why she's currently strapped into a jacket with many, many straps to keep her locked in place. What's worst is she's now separated from the population of this jail and now in her own, padded nightmare. Misa slams her head back against the cushioned wall to confirm that this one free movement she is able to preform is futile. No one would want her to DIE on their watch without being able to label her OFFICIALLY as one of the world's worst 'serial killers', after all. Why do they keep CALLING her that? The jailers continuously throw insults each time they deliver food or untie her enough to allow her to use the restroom every so often. . .

No one here gets it. Only Kira! Yet, they're separated until he can manage to convince the investigation squad that the so-called evidence they have on her is SHIT. Will he come visit her? Comfort her? Tears well up in brown-coloured hues at the thought of NEVER seeing him again. She--

The sound of the securely shut doors to her confinement space being unlocked made her jolt upwards into a sitting position. Could it be Light?! Is he here to rescue her at long last?! She keeps leaning side to side in attempting to see through the bars at who is coming to greet her. When it's someone she has yet to ever see, she deflates instantly. A single tear falls down her cheek in pure disappointment, but she won't voice it. Instead, Misa-Misa begins to fold and unfold her fingers in attempt to bring circulation to her sore arms. At least someone is here that could undo the straps to let her stretch for just a moment or two. Maybe even keep her COMPANY. Anything but the silence she is forced to endure.

❝Hey. . . Has ANYONE tried calling to get ahold of me? I'm sure I've gotten SO many text messages! Is there any way you can check on that? Pretty please?! I know you guys took my phones! L-Listen, I'll do ANYTHING if you can lemme have my phone for JUST a sec! Oh, know!-- You can look at my panties, or take a pic of them! They'll sell lots online!❞

[determinazionearch]

“being tased will make you pretty sad!” this is definitely not a threat. please ignore that they are holding a taser.

from this really serious sentence starter meme. (still accepting LOL).

oh. now that he wasn’t quite fond of. turquoise hues found themselves glancing from the tall individual to the weapon within their grasp (an unpleasant one, with possibly fatal consequences upon usage, depending) —- his lack of faith manifesting as uncertainty, giorno eager to retain the distance between them. “ i … believe it. ” would it be appropriate to smile? good lord, how he loathed the invisible structure of social interaction and what one could consider “acceptable”. then again, ji soo didn’t exactly subscribe to the art of subtlety and nuance, their fearlessness, unfortunately, somewhat admirable. ugh. he hated admitting that such a person could have admirable traits at all. his resentment settled in the back of his throat, threatening to poison every word spoken —- giorno requiring complete and utter self control when speaking in order to keep them devoid of unnecessary emotion.

“ ... may i ask as to why you’re carrying a taser? ”