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@inktober day 6 finally finished after a few hectic days. One of my favorite drawings yet and I even put two Easter eggs in this one so let me know if you notice either of them 😁. Prompt word was “enchanted” #inktober #inktoberenchanted #inktober2019 #ink #drawing #thesims4 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3gZw7vHO19/?igshid=8u1n6qn8he5e

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@inktober day 6 finished. Prompt word was “husky” #inktober #inktoberhusky #ink #husky #kurokonobasket #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/B3YlXyun114/?igshid=10u2m9b614r2m

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Day 5 of @inktober done. Prompt was “build” #inktober #inktober2019 #inktoberbuild #lego #drawing #art https://www.instagram.com/p/B3V4bN4nX6s/?igshid=zgj83ed92npn

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Didn’t post yesterday because I had a headache but here’s day 4 of @inktober. Prompt word was “freeze” #inktober #inktoberfreeze #ink #freeze #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/B3SqbeUHClj/?igshid=1mg13nz4a5p77

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So happy that I finally got to see @andyblack in concert on Tuesday. A 30 minute set at warped tour doesn’t do him justice. #andyblack #bvb #metro #chicago #concert #music (at Metro Chicago) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxT3oNED556/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lulzfsw7prvx

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Tiefling Siblings, (sun) Rise and (moon) Lit.

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Here’s Wyss, the Drow wizard! And yes, appropriately, Wyss is pronounced like Ice!

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Starting a new D&D campaign with a new character. She’s very purple

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Goro Akechi x Reader: Safe place.

I might as well fill the blog with something first, yes? ^_^

I’ll be updating this fic minimum every week. Gender Neutral.

Goro x Reader requests are open!

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You cursed the universe as you ran to the station to what felt like the speed of light. You had set an alarm on your phone to wake up early, but after spending so much time reading self-insertion fanfiction last night the fact that it didn’t ring should have been no surprise. Your battery probably lasted around fifteen minutes before completely giving up, what a pussy. You were forced to your mp3 player with you this time, you plugged in your headphones and put your favorite song on repeat as you leaft your host-house behind rapidly.

All the busy citizens and interesting shops  make you wish you could stop by and have the privilege to admire the beauty of Yongen, but you won’t allow yourself, maybe some other day when you wake up early. The shadows created by the sun and the orange-ish color palette that was gifted to Tokyo by the sunrise was truly pleasing to the eyes, but the strong unforgiving wind totally wasn’t. A strong breeze suddenly clashed against your rushing figure, messing up your hair and Irritating your eyes, maybe even your mood a little bit. You took your time to fix your appearance and soothe your eyes and  while you were are it, you heard from the distance what seemed to be two elders discussing today’s weather.

“I didn’t expect it would get so windy!” Said a femenine, soft yet shaky voice most likely affected by the cold.

“Didn’t you see the weather report? A storm is approaching sometime soon, apparently.” A husky, androgynous and somewhat hoarse voice responded with hints of sass in their tone.

“Yes I did!” She scoffed amused. “I heard it would be windy, so I made sure to wash and hang up as much clothes I could. How odd, a strong storm during the very middle of spring? Hnngh, I just wish that when I arrive home I don’t find that over a half of pieces have been blown away.” The old lady huffed as the other elder laughed. You giggle, this silly conversation has lifted your mood somewhat. Stopping for a few seconds wasn’t that much of a miss, now you know It might rain. It’ll be smart to look for a convenience store once school is over. When you were all set and done, your legs went back to dashing.

A sudden change in the humidity of the air and background noise indicated you had made it to your destination successfully. You look around to investigate your surroundings with great focus and determination as you pull out a badly drawn map you made for yourself to not get lost… again…

I have been in Japan for about three months now but I still get lost in the station? Perhaps I should take the offer and go to school with Kurusu- You snap out of your thoughts as you feel something hard and cold harshly hit against your knee, another unexpected bump makes your headphones slip off and rest against the back of your neck. You hiss at the sudden pain, immediately bending down to inspect your now even more abused leg - “Oh, great!” - that will definitely leave a bruise. You look up to try and find the culprit and the assault weapon, but alas, the moving crowd makes it impossible. They have disappeared and they are probably never coming back. Whatever, who did it doesn’t matter, what matters at this moment is TO TRY AND CLAIM AT LEAST TWO CENTIMETERS OF FUCKING SPACE IN THE GODDAMN BANDWAGON, OH GOD, THE MUSIC STARTED PLAYING. THE MUSIC OF YOUR DEMISE. AS SOON AS THAT SONG ENDS THE DOORS WILL CLOSE, AND YOUR END WILL BE CERTAIN. Hair getting tangled in the air, chest rising, heart racing, legs crying, eyes and brain focusing on what SEEMS to be a full wagon to normal people, BUT NOT TO YOU, A TETRIS MASTER. You are able to get into the train by successfully making yourself adapt to the limited free spaces.

“Phew…” You sigh in relief, proudly leaning your back against the doors of the train despite the warnings. 

“You’re a fast runner” You recognized the familiar flat and deep voice inmediately.

 “Akira!”

“Good morning”

“I can’t believe I actually made it, I thought I would arrive late. My phone died while I was sleeping and my alarm didn’t ring.”

“I’m not surprised” He said with a slight grin on his face.

“Oh, cut it! If we are next to eachother that also means you were late” You hissed lowly as to not bother the passengers.

“You got me there.”

The rest of the trip was silent, you dindn’t want to annoy anyone on the ride and you were tired from the fic-binge and running. Your friend seemed to be very focused on the little TV screen, but you weren’t listening though. Next thing you know, he’s grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling down once the doors open. You get off the subway train with a jump and Kurusu walks behind you, letting you try and remember the way to school this once. Luckily, somehow, you did. The Universe is tryna make it up to you.

A pretty average day to be honest, nothing much was going on, maybe a little blatter about the phantom thieves here and there, not like you cared much. You look out the window and take in the view. The school was quite big, you got lost pretty often, but it’s not like you minded; Although annoying, it could be fun and exciting. You never stop finding new spots to chill in with your group of friends Akira, Ryuji and Ann.

“Akira, Ryuji and Ann”… You mutter under your breath.

You don’t know why you’ve noticed just now, but they’ve been acting strange lately. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but, they have been excluding you a little sometimes. You often see them talk to eachother and as soon as you pop they change subjects. “I don’t know what these guys are hiding but they are not doing it well. I hope this is temporary.. or that I’m not bothering them” You think to yourself. Making friends as an exchange student is hard enough, your skills at first were enough to get a conversation going but people were still intimidated, They probably felt like they needed to speak to you in your native language. Ann was the first one to initiate a conversation with you and she was also the one who introduced you to the other two dorks, you really appreciate them all… You can’t help but get a little nervous “I wonder what’s going on…”

The end of class finally arrived, you sighed in relief as you put all your stuuf back into your bag quite careleslly full of excitement. You love rainy days like these, the atmosphere is so calming, perhaps you’ll be able to hang around Yongen like you wanted to this morning. You take your stuff and leave, defending yourself  with your bag from the pouring rain as you rushed to the nearest 777.

You walked into the convenience store, grabbed some potato chips and purchased the cheapest umbrella they offered, not very Aesthetic but it will do. You payed for your picks but when you opened your bag to put yout wallet back in, you noticed your host-family had given you those small and modern umbrellas. “HOW THE HELL DID I NOT NOTICE THAT?” Ah, there it was… A pastel purple umbrella with pink polka-dots in its full flory, laughing at you as some other students that passed by stared, surprised by your sudden volume.

“Urgh…” You zipped the bag shut and used the just bought umbrella, you were too mad at the universe and other umbrella to use it.

As you walked, you looked up and appreciated the clear material the device was made of, you could see the drops of water slide down and fall, it was kind of pretty and quite mesmerising. One thing led to another and soon enough you found yourself admiring the totality of your surroundings in this lovely and solitary evening. Once you finally gazed down back to the streets, your eyes were set on a tall figure. You couldn’t really tell what was going on, so you got a little closer out of curiosity, you haven’t seen anyone around these past few minutes. It was a young guy, probably seventeen, medium chestnut hair, a grey case and formal clothes, which were all a little bit wet. He looked sort of sad, probably deep in thought, you wonder what he is doing here … Maybe he was supposed to meet someone and they didn’t show up? Why would he come out with such weather? Maybe he wasn’t aware? Whatever the reason was, his sad expression made yout stomach turn upside down with pity. You decided to get closer and talk to him, if he’s having a bad day, maybe you can help him feel better? Maybe?

You walk up to the sad guy a little nervous and unsure, maybe this wasn’t that great of an Idea! But You’re already next to him, too late to back down now isn’t it? there’s nothing to lose.

“E-excuse me?”

His seemingly red eyes widen rapidly and he turns his head around to face you, soft features and a silky voice greet you.

“Oh sorry, you took me by surprise. May I assist you with something?”

“O-oh, about that… I was wondering if, well, you needed help?”

“Me?” He slightly narrows his eyebrows in what seems like confusion and interest.

“The rain is pouring hard, almost no one is out, and those who are have an umbrella. Do you have one?”

“You are correct, it’s been raining in other parts of Japan as well, but this is quite the storm. I-”

You shakingly open your bag in a hurry and pull out the umbrella your host-family had given you and hand it out to the stranger. He went blank for a second but regained the composture once he blinked.

“Oh no, I appreciate your kindness but this won’t be necessary. I’m heading to the station, I will be fine. Thank you for your concern” He gave you a small smile, he was quite charming but his honey words didn’t change the fact that rain is gonna be rain and it’s gonna get you wet!

“It’s a seven minute walk from here to the station, you will get wet! And judging by your case, you may have some important stuff to attend to.”

He looked shocked for a second gain, perhaps it’s because of your japanese skills as a foreigner. You could say KAWAII DESU NEE and everyone would freak the fuck out, you’re quite used to it.

“My apologies, you truly are a kind person, but I simply just can’t accept the offer, I wouldn’t be able to-”

You press the umbrella against his chest in a rush of nerves, determination, desesperation and maybe something else. You run away embarassed over your impulsive behaviour and leave the calm and collected guy behind.

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“What the hell just happened?”

There are so many things on his mind right now, how will he return this? are they always like this? Well, It is a foreigner so it is more expected, but still… He looks at the umbrella with precaution, he wonders why you gave him the best one you had. What an odd person, but what’s more odd to him is the fact that he feels like he’s seen you before.

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Quick y’all, take some shite Goro angst I wrote while super duper tired (Still am, so it probably sucks, oh no.)

(Oh and Mod Adrasthee if you see this please don’t read this just in case)

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You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, but nowadays your life seemed like something was…

Missing.

You tried thinking about it for a long time, but your schedule was always the same. Wake up, make some pancakes for yourself and go to work. Once you were done at work, you’d go for your evening walk, stop by the police station for a moment, and then maybe continue your walk or grab some dinner and return home.

Of course, recently December had hit, maybe it was just the seasonal depression getting to you? Regardless, the world became much more interesting in your dreams.

The man of your dreams was anything you’d want in a partner. He was charming, intelligent and nothing but sweet to you. Everytime in your dreams he’d happily take you on any date you wanted, and without fail, he’d treat you as if he were your loyal Prince Charming.

But every night, you had to wake up at some point, and he seemed more than aware of this. Every night he’d gently take your hands in his and stare lovingly into your eyes, but he’d always have a downtrodden tone in his voice.

“I hoped you enjoyed yourself, my Princess, but I fear our time for tonight has ended.” His grip on your hands tightens. “Even if you had enjoyed our time together, please don’t forget to forget about me.”

And you’d wake up, feeling almost disappointed morning had come. Though, even though everyday life had left you feeling rather… hollow, it felt like, breakfast had made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Though everything you thought you knew was called into question when you found a small stack of photos in the very back of one of the drawers of your bedside table. In each and every single one of them, the man of your dreams was present and accounted for.

They weren’t all exclusively of him, though. You were in a good deal of them, too. With him. Together. It didn’t add up to you. I mean, this was photo evidence he was real, right? There was something you were missing- Something you had to be missing. It.. It just didn’t make sense. You needed to ask him.

He’d smile brightly like he always did when you fell asleep. It was like he was on his own, just waiting for the moment you drifted off to sleep.

“Hello again, my dear Princess! What is it you would like to do tonight? Anything would be lovely, as long as I get to spend it with you.” You paused, deciding to bring up the pictures. “Why, Princess, that would be absolutely absurd!” He stopped for a moment, a look of uncharacteristic nervousness spread across his face. “I’m… Merely a product of your imagination, nothing more and nothing less.”

Though, still, you pressed the line of questioning.

Please stop.

“My Lady, I do ask that you stop this line of questions, it’s rather silly for you to stick to such an outrageous story.” His smile seemed more forced than usual.

He was right, it was silly. You put off the question for the evening, enjoying your time with him. Though by the time you had to depart to the waking world, his grip on your hands was less gentle, and his usually charming smile was replaced by a rather distant forlorn look.

“My dearest Princess, please, please keep your promise to forget about me,” His grip tightened, to the point where it hurt a little bit. “I don’t want you to remember what I was. I can’t let you hurt like I am. Please just-” He clenched his teeth, looking like he was about to cry. “Just wake up and face tomorrow with no memory who I was.”

Akechi wandered around the loose ends of the cognitive world he could after you’d vanished to continue on with your life. It was clear to him you remembered nothing of him, but in a way, he thought it was best this way. You still thought of him as your Prince Charming, and you didn’t seem dragged down by the fact that he may as well not have existed in the real waking world at all.

He’d brush it off for as long as he could, just doing whatever it would take to keep you as loved and happy as you deserve. At this point it was all he had left to do. Even if time was distorted in the Metaverse, every minute felt like an eternity when you weren’t by his side.

He wanted to be greedy. Oh how he wanted to be oh so greedy, to tell you of your relationship you had before, to touch and kiss you wherever he wanted. He wanted to be with his last human connection all the time, but he couldn’t. He let out a soft sigh. The more things change the more they stay the same, after all.

So, Goro simply waited at your meeting place, doing nothing but sitting there, anticipating the return of his dear, sweet Princess.

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Goro Akechi x Female!Reader (Open Your Heart to Me)

Author’s Note: Hey, remember that one part of the last Goro Akechi Reader Insert I made when the reader and Goro are at school? Well, I re-read it and now I have more inspiration for a reader insert.

Desks filled with students with scattered binders on tables and phones in front of the students, the lights darkened with only closed windows to give small amounts of light along side the lights of the small screens, constant laughing and giggling, and a substitute teacher on his phone most of the class period.

This was your History period today.

It wasn’t not appreciated by you or any other student in the classroom but the substitute was obviously on his phone. Making it clear he didn’t care about anything going on. 

So, some kids were sneaking out of class and/or just flat out leaving, some were goofing off and talking, and some were trying to use this as a Study Hall, like you. The video, which was what your classmates were supposed to be paying attention to, had nothing to do World History or History in general. Instead, it was a TV program about current events. There was only one reason you even were even listening to the video was because someone you knew was on the air.

Goro Akechi was on another TV special for an interview.

Goro Akechi was a student at the school you went to, but he almost never came due his job as a detective and almost no one at school minded him constantly skipping classes. And even then, Goro could serene his teachers into doing whatever the heck he wanted them to due to his detective work and reputation amongst the student body.

The reason an interview with Goro Akechi was being broadcast to your class was because no one wanted to watch a documentary you had seen so many other times with other substitutes and the class couldn’t decide on a video to watch, so the teacher put on a TV special not caring what it was. Some people were happy about it, namely Goro Akechi’s fangirls. Most of everyone else just could care so much less.  

Here you were, sitting in a class with a third of the class gone, most of the class talking with one another, and the rest using the time as a study hall. And, someone had let out a fruity perfume into the air for the fourth time today, to add onto that, the Goro fangirls were making just as much noise as everyone else talking with their screaming and fangirling, if not worse.

And you still had half an hour to go of this class left.

Great.

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Masked Self | Goro Akechi x Reader

RATING: General | GENRE: Drama(?) | 767 words SUMMARY: Akechi wonders if your treatment of him would be any different if you knew the truth about him.

Ah, this was bad. This was really bad.

Akechi forced down the (unpleasant? Comforting? He couldn’t tell; they were both the same in his mind) feeling in his throat, making a conscious effort to mind his posture (be open but maintain a respectful distance) and smile (be friendly) as he continued to listen to you talk about your day and the things he missed in school due to his detective work. While people never blamed him for missing and skipping out on school assignments and events due to the faculty giving him special leaves considering his circumstances, Akechi himself couldn’t help but wonder from time to time what it would feel like if he were to live his life as any regular high school student. You were the one that gave him that semblence.

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Unfortunate Circumstance | Goro Akechi x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Drama/Angst(?) | 1,160 words SUMMARY: Worried for his health, you follow Akechi and meet someone who looks just like him. NOTE: Contains spoilers A/N: Boy do I love suffering. (:

You had been concerned for Akechi’s well-being the past few days. Not only did it seem like his workload had increased, but he also seemed to be much more on edge than normal. The amount and frequency of his private phone calls had increased too, and you hoped that whoever was phoning the young detective would see just how hard Akechi was working and wished they would give him a break already.

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make beLIEve | Goro Akechi x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Drama/Fluff | 882 words SUMMARY: Akechi only pretended to have feelings for you, but now they’re genuine.

All of this was starting to seem like a mistake, or at least, a good kind of mistake. Akechi’s romantic relationship with you was supposed to be nothing more than a mere farce. The media was awfully insistent and interested in what kind of love life Akechi led, and it placed a heavy sort of burden on him. No matter how many times he tried to politely explain that he was more focused on his work than dating, the media continued to hound him for it. They would comment with idiotic things like “but you’re such a pleasant person” or ask stupid questions like “what do you look for in a person” and they were starting to get ridiculous.

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Empty Chairs | Goro Akechi x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Drama/Angst | 531 words SUMMARY: “If you’re famous, then why are you so lonely?”

There was nothing special about celebrating the birth of a bastard child. Unwanted and unloved, shoved from foster home to foster home like a nuisance, that is what Akechi firmly believed. Birthdays were nothing more than a reminder that he should have never been born in the first place and that his very existence was a bother. And yet Akechi continued living, if one could even call it that.

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I have an evil one for Akechi~ At Shido's palace his s/o sacrifices themselves so they die in his place.

Just take my heart and mercilessly rip it out of my heart why don’t you, hah. Thank you for requesting my pleasant prince! I can’t get enough of him.

It was a split second decision. You rushed to Akechi’s side before the partition can close, separating the two of you from the others. He decided to give you all a chance to escape, and in that split second, you decided that you couldn’t leave him. Even after everything he’s done, you couldn’t find it in your heart to just abandon him like that.

Akechi was undeniably strong, using his Persona to get rid of all the shadows. He couldn’t risk anybody or anything hindering Joker and his team now that he entrusted his father’s demise to his friend-slash-enemy.

Your Persona was more adapted into providing support rather than combat, so you helped out Akechi in any way you could. He didn’t understand why you chose to be with him, but he was grateful for your company.

A single shot rang out, coming from the gun in Cognitive Akechi’s hand. Pain coursed through you. The bullet was intended for the Detective Prince, but instinct and unspoken feelings of love had you pushing yourself to place your body in between and act as a shield.

Akechi had already been through so much. He didn’t deserve to be in any more pain than necessary. You wanted to save him.

Akechi didn’t know how to react. How to respond. Somewhere, in the far recesses of his confused heart, there was a feeling he held for you that he couldn’t put a name to. You made him feel something he had never felt before. And that feeling twisted into something unpleasant as he watched your body crumple to the floor, blood pooling from your wound.

“Don’t die,” he begged, his voice coming out as a rasp whisper which grew in volume and desperation as he repeated his plead. “Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die–you can’t die!”

You weren’t supposed to die. It should have been him. It should have always been him.

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All or Nothing | Goro Akechi x Reader

》 RATING: Teen | GENRE: Hurt/Comfort(?)/Fluff | 1,339 words 》 SUMMARY: Akechi treats you to a meal as gratitude for saving his life from a hostage situation back in the Metaverse.

A frustrated grunt slips past Crow’s lips as he’s brought down to his knees, a Shadow looming over him with a menacing aura that far overpowers him. The Detective Prince furrows his eyebrows, his eyes downcast behind his mask and staring hard at the floor as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. The Shadow is wordlessly threatening to kill him, the young man’s heart beating erratically against his chest at the danger he’s in. He can’t believe that he got caught in a hostage situation with an enemy like this, and he feels utterly useless. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries to gain the Phantom Thieves’ approval by trying to be of as much use to them as possible since it will all be for naught in the end, but nevertheless, he curses his own weakness.

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