#trickshim

[the-prince-and-the-thief]

@trickshim​

Another day at Leblanc, handling the late-night shifts so that Sojiro could go eat dinner with Futaba at a reasonable time for once. He didn’t mind in the slightest. The place relaxed him. It felt like home. Yet, at the same time, painful memories seemed to seep in every nook and cranny of the room. The chess set, the booths, the counter he now leaned on.... all of them carried memories of the one person he couldn’t quite save. 

All the same, he didn’t fully believe Akechi was dead. If Akechi was truly his rival, and his equal, whatever was behind that door wasn’t enough to kill him. Ren believed that sincerely, and waited for Akechi to one day visit. To one day come home. 

But it had been two years now. He had almost given up. If Akechi wanted to see him, he could have done any number of things by now. He could have texted him. He could have used his detective skills to hunt down his address and meet him. He could have simply shown up to Leblanc asking about him. But... nothing. He had to wonder if Akechi simply didn’t want to be found. 

Ring ring, the bell attached to Leblanc’s door dragged him out of his mind. He gave the door a quick glance, expecting it to be another late-night customer. But the figure he briefly saw out of the corner of his eye made his heart nearly stop in his chest. He did a double-take. That was... 

Ren grabbed the countertop for support. This... this could not be happening. Not now. He wasn’t prepared for this. He’d been imagining what he’d say for years, but now that the man was right in front of him, his mind drew a complete blank.

After a silence that seemed unbearably long, he finally said, “....Welcome home.” 

[appleyjuiceboy]

" you are cruel. " the persona had materialized on their own, adorning jewelry and having hair longer than would imagine a creature of mud to have. " you are like the gods, then. much like my friend's mother. " ( a wild enkidu has appeared ! )

The man doesn’t seem surprised by the being that materialized near him, and only seems to have a sad look on his face. 

“You see me as cruel...? That is unfortunate. I truly hope that there is a way for me to change your mind.” 

[chains-of-rebellion]

" i'll excuse a lot of things on how you look, but i don't understand the burning face & horns. not to mention the wings-- out of your lower back. i thought you were supposed to be arsene lupin. sure, loki has some weird designs with the stripes, but what the fuck is this. "

“This from the man who thinks a woodpecker makes a good mask.” Which he would never let drop. “But if you are curious, I shall indulge.

“Firstly, they are not actually burning. It is an internal fire pattern.

“Secondly, my horns and wings are a bit of a ‘leftover’ from my prior form. Details I liked and managed to retain. Though, in a different style.

“And third, a phantom thief must be able to enter and exit wherever they wish. Wings allow one to travel and escape far easier than running alone, don’t they? Few if any could catch a flying culprit.”

[foolend-blog]

                   @trickshim  //  STARTER CALL.

                   fingers rose to push up his glasses,  elbows a bit lazily placed on the bar of leblanc.  ‘  well,  is it as good as when sojiro makes it  ..  ?  ‘  he was a bit too eager to know his results. 

[volleytragedy]

in her mind’s eye, shiho is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. and apparently, today is no exception. the almost evening chill of the fall air sits uncomfortably on her skin, easily cutting through the thin hoodie she had picked out earlier in the day. ( and when is she ever comfortable in her own skin? almost never, these days. she exists in her own body, but slightly to the left of her comfortable. )

she leans against a wall, eyes closed- breathing like she had run a marathon. her body hurt- too much walking, too far of a trip, and not enough rest. pushing herself past her limits, over and over again had begun to take its toll. 

a twisting sensation begins in her gut and against her better judgement- opens her eyes as the world warps. twists in on itself and changes- the transition was over in a few seconds, but it felt like it had taken minutes.

she stood ( almost ) alone in front of the gaudy building, a place that should not exist in the middle of fucking toyko. the whole place make her skin crawl from just looking at it, and here she was, standing like a fool in the middle of the street; gaping at it like a fish and emitting a shrill noise.

@trickshim​ for a plotted metaverse starter!

[multiislove]

*AKIRA & AKECHI. / @trickshim pin.terest starters. / “i told my therapist about you.” -

his head perks up at the admission. he’s lost in thought, for only a moment, before leaning forward a bit to listen a little easier. that was something he never thought he’d hear him say. about the therapist, or about... him. his eyes are curious, never leaving the other, though he doesn’t fidget or move, either. still as stone, he finally speaks.

“... what about me?”

[appleyjuiceboy]

His gift is a dandelion, seemingly plucked straight from the ground, as kids would do when they see something pretty.

“Ah, thank you! This is very nice!” 

[chains-of-rebellion]

Arsene's gift was a teacup, seemingly perfect and clean, ignoring the small chip on the top.

Arsene picked up the teacup delicately in his claws. He turned it over before smiling. He tapped the chipped section. “This lovely little cup has some personality to it.” Then he looked up to Akechi and nodded in thanks. “And is quite thoughtful. You have my thanks.”

He was going to use that cup from now on.