#yz1drful

[g-viirus]

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[phantomarchive]

@yz1drful​ liked ♡ for a starter and got Jesse!

It’s pretty rare that anyone gets through the front door. (Correction: It’s rare that anyone sees the front door; damn near unheard of for anyone to come inside without being guided there.) Though everyone who mans the front desk is capable of dealing with the strangers who make it inside, asking the usual questions that determine if them being there is an accident or not (it usually is), there is the occasion when Jesse is called from her office to talk to these strangers. Also rare, but it happens.

When she sees that it’s a man in a suit, looking professional and with the air of authority about him, she has to remind herself not to tense up. She hasn’t had a good relationship with authority until recently, and even her time in the Oldest House hasn’t eased the tension entirely. Straightening her new jacket (a suit jacket, courtesy of, she assumes, the Board - or maybe just Emily), she strides into the lobby, lips quirking into a faintly crooked smile.

“Thanks for waiting,” she says, forgetting for several long seconds to hold her hand out for him to shake, then startling slightly when she remembers, raising her hand for him. “I’m Jesse. I don’t want to be too...forward, but how’d you get here? We’re pretty hard to find.” And his answer might reveal more about him, his intentions, what - or who - brought him here. Most people don’t casually see their building on their daily commutes, and fewer choose to go inside.

‘Was he told about the FBC?’ she thinks, and Polaris is a pressure in her mind, more feeling than words, a rhythm that seems to imprint thoughts rather than speak to her directly. She’s gotten used to Polaris’s way of communication, knows what she’s saying; maybe this man was guided here. She holds her smile, waits for whatever answer he has for her.

[meretricious-knave]

Is your muse afraid of death?

One part of me says no, and the other says an astounding yes. Kuroiwa is a kind of fearless man, who doesn’t really worry about things as seemingly normal as death, yet… that would only be the surface of the feelings he shows. Even he has his own demons. I like to think that, yes, he does fear death in a way. It is a constant for humans, something that takes without giving. Him having lost a person close to him has caused him to think and respect death a bit more than normally, hence the kind of ‘fear’ towards the power it has. But, being afraid of his own death? That’s a total different story. He doesn’t really fear that, in fact, many of his actions seem to call for it, unconsciously. 

[lunardetective]

🍻+ “ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“You know what! I have!” Miu slammed down her glass of ‘the strongest thing the bartender could create’, teetering between York and the edge of the table. Her cool, stoic demeanor had disintegrated the moment she entered the bar, and it was clear that she was ready to unload some baggage that night.

“T-this…dumb, stupid, asshole boy that I liked at the academy…he was such a dick, I socked him right where it–..right where it hurt!” The detective slurred, holding her fists up against her chest. “He cried for his mom! What a little..baby! I can’t believe I liked him! Fuck him!”

[lunardetective]

“You look like you could use a coffee.”

“You think so? I had a couple iced ones. Alright, I had about three or four. You’d think the police department would give us gift cards or something, right?” As if the dark circles under her eyes weren’t visible enough, the weary detective had already been at her desk for hours. Her hair was slightly askew from mindlessly running her fingers through during her moments of peak stress, her jacket hanging from the arm of her chair. 

“Perhaps I could give you some yen for a new cup..I still have an hour left. I can’t take another break, I don’t think it’d go over well with the chief..”

[lunardetective]

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-Miu’s golden hair tie/bangle is very important to her!! Her hair is always tied at the end and rarely lets it loose. Her mother gifted it to her, and she doesn’t like to take it off unless it’s to sleep/bathe/etc.

-Her childhood crush is the equivalent of Tuxedo Mask. I suppose if Sailor Moon exists in Persona it would be him. She named her cat after him too(Mamoru)-She used to be embarrassed of her beauty mark and usually covered it with make-up. Now she doesn’t bother. 

[lunardetective]

"You can't blame yourself." Advice he doesn't always take to heart himself, but York won't show it. There's an ease in his tone that inspires confidence in his guidance, and the secrets he only tells to his confidant in the most quiet hours.

That was a difficult pill to swallow, but she admired that he even spoke up about it. It was times like these she braced to be reprimanded, but was fairly confused when it met with kindness. Why didn’t he yell? That was normal around a workplace as serious as this, right? “Well…but…I mean…” Miu took a deep breath, worried eyes shimmering in his direction. “If I would have been there just two minutes earlier…”

[parancidperfecticn]

yz1drful replied to your post “( me: we need a good tag for wesker ok brain: mister sunglasses )”

every time i look at him https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56HSPQHSqEE

( fjkgfkjJFDGLG this is p e r f e c t )