see no evil.

oh my god, there's nobody who can set me right.

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howdy! my name's zacharie and this is a roleplay blog for ryo shimazaki from mob psycho 100. this is a remake of my old blog from 2019 by the url blindhavoc. google doc here. 18+ only. follow me if you like bad bitches

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Gaming

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what if i just make shima trans

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you want to thread with me so bad

[bombing]

no your honor I absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly,

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[ianuarius]

shimazaki​.

@ianuarius asked:

picks shimazaki up and puts him over his shoulder.

He knows he’s coming before he hears him. Movements tugging at the edges of his senses, slow and easy and familiar. Shimazaki considers moving, making a game out of it, even — teleporting a few feet away when King gets just close enough to touch him. It would be funny. He makes a lot of decisions based on whether or not they would be funny.

But this time he decides to stay put. Firm hands are on him and he stretches out languidly like a cat when he’s lifted up, not even bothering to resist. After all, he can get away easily if he decides he’s tired of it.

A soft grunt leaves him when he’s settled over the other’s shoulder. He crosses his ankles and taps his chin, thinking. There are a few choice remarks on his tongue. They’re all tempting.

He chooses to be nice and just ask, “Where are we going?”

              he doesn’t mind so much, about touch, when it comes to him. it was a rare thing before for king to initiate any form of contact with people, even those he trusted and loved. here, it felt more natural, less of a fire that crawled up his spine and flared like stun grenade. shimazaki, for all his faults and former occupation, had wormed into a place of easy trust. ( a fear, a beat, a moment: you’ve gone too fast).

              his arm tightened slightly around his waist, as king’s shoulder rolled to adjust shimazaki the slightest. he hadn’t really thought of anywhere particular, honestly. king patted his back as shimazaki settled there. for once, simply, having no desire to rush — just a desire to take it in. ‘ not sure, ’ king replied, a little sway to his shoulders with a shrug. ‘ thought we’d decide on the way. ’

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"Hm."

A low hum in the back of his throat. Shimazaki props his head up with his cheek in his palm. He feels King's shoulder roll under him, digging up into the hard muscle of his abdomen, making him sigh. His free hand taps against the broad expanse of his back. It's not an unfamiliar position for Shimazaki to find himself in. With him, at least. He doesn't run away from it.

"Well, as the one who literally swept me off my feet..." He moves his hand from his cheek to instead grab King's ear and give it a pull. Playful. Shimazaki grins out of the corner of his mouth and then lightly scrapes his nails over the back of the other's neck. "... You really have no ideas?"

It makes him huff out a laugh.

"Fine." He drops his hand and drums his fingers against King's back. "I'm hungry."

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@youngesper asked:

❛  ─  are they your cats ? ❜ A subdued approach with genuine curiosity, peering at the feline coiling through the man's legs and the one dangling from his arm. ❛  Hold still, I want to send a picture of this one to niisan... ❜

"No, they're not mine."

For some reason, it seems like he's kind of gotten into the habit of picking up strays — it makes sense, considering he's a bit of a stray himself, right? It's fine. He likes cats. He actually likes animals more than he likes most people, and animals... like him.

There is a cat weaving between his legs. It's a long, skinny thing. A bigger one with fluffy fur had tried to climb up his leg, so he picked it up off of the ground so it could knead into his shoulder, purring its tiny heart out.

He passes through here often, and he's started leaving food these past few weeks. There are a lot of cats here. They follow him around whenever he comes by.

One of these days he's probably gonna end up with one or five at his place.

"Your oniisan likes cats, huh?" He clicks his tongue. The cat in his grasp trills and turns its head to look at the boy. Shimazaki sighs and stays perfectly still. Not like he has anything else to do, and he has to play nice now. "Fine. I'll stay still. The cats might not."

The cat rubbing against his legs chirps and pads over to Ritsu, headbutting his shin.

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@ianuarius asked:

picks shimazaki up and puts him over his shoulder.

He knows he's coming before he hears him. Movements tugging at the edges of his senses, slow and easy and familiar. Shimazaki considers moving, making a game out of it, even — teleporting a few feet away when King gets just close enough to touch him. It would be funny. He makes a lot of decisions based on whether or not they would be funny.

But this time he decides to stay put. Firm hands are on him and he stretches out languidly like a cat when he's lifted up, not even bothering to resist. After all, he can get away easily if he decides he's tired of it.

A soft grunt leaves him when he's settled over the other's shoulder. He crosses his ankles and taps his chin, thinking. There are a few choice remarks on his tongue. They're all tempting.

He chooses to be nice and just ask, "Where are we going?"

[shiopomu-remade]

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remember when i hit you with that rock

can you let me atone for my sins or whatever or should i throw you through a carpark again

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pussy