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Vil was honestly tempted to just ignore the other. It had been a long day, and the meeting was entirely unproductive. The Pomefiore representative hated wasting his time, especially when his duties caused the majority of his time to be taken up by duties, both academic and career-wise. Still, it wasn’t as if he had anything against the Scarabia dorm leader in particular, so Vil paused in his stride, turning back and studying Kalim with his typical neutral gaze.

“Something to show me? What is it?” His arms crossed in a smooth motion as he raised a singular eyebrow at the other.

@atercael​ >> Vil.

“Hey Vil!” Kalim laughs as he calls for the other after the dorm leader’s meeting. “Wait up! I got something to show you!”

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tenkoseiensei​:

‘ fuck off , ‘  he’s been witness to heavenly deities ,  he’s seen hellish ghosts ,  but nothing chilled him like an unidentifiable intellectual other with a callous curiosity ,  hoping to make clean cuts out of him without a spent shred of guilt .  if they dug deep enough ,  would they find the shadowy soul of a karmic criminal ?  could they sever it from the flesh ,  or would it disintegrate in the light ,  leave not even dust settling in the palm of their hand ?  he doesn’t want to find out .  ‘ i couldn’t give less of a shit if you’re a ‘fan’ .  i’m not a case study ,  so don’t try me like one .  ya want somethin’ ,  it’s gotta be a transaction .  answer one a’ my questions ,  an’ i’ll answer one a’ yours at a time .  how’s that sound ? ‘

In his first interaction with a human or pseudo-human (whatever this man may be) Adam couldn’t help but find the other’s mannerisms quite endearing, despite being extremely rude. No, it was the fact that it was rude and crude that was intriguing-- machines only copied human mannerisms, and androids were all well-spoken to an extent as per their militaristic coding. Expletives were rarely exchanged in his memory, not to mention coming from a place of sincerity. So Adam’s face remained that of confidence and amusement as he nodded. “I see, that is quite acceptable. Before this exchange of information, shall we introduce ourselves?” Adam gracefully bowed like a human aristocrat he had seen in his records, one hand resting on his chest. 

“My name is Adam. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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tenkoseiensei​:

what the fuck ?  just where does he begin ?  the eccentricity of so much “fascination ,”  or the accurate observation of secrets-he-doesn’t-say ?  he’s always been in-between ,  an interloper at the boundaries of life and death .  a creature of belief ,  who would die to vivisection ,  spill blood from open wounds ,  because he was convinced his body contained and genuinely needed it —  because he was convinced his body was his .  ‘ the hell are ya talkin’ about … ? ‘  a growl ,  more wild animal than man .  there’s a glint in his eyes and a curl of his fist to serve as tense warnings .  a single step out of that circle ,  and he would land a blow to keep them in line .  ‘ i’m human .  that’s all there is to me .  the fuck are you ?  a freak doctor ,  or a mad scientist wanna-be ? ‘

“I see you won’t divulge your secrets so readily. No matter.” All of the signs this stranger was giving off reminded Adam of a cornered animal, which only served to amuse the machine in question, lips quirked up in a self-confident smirk. Of course, he didn’t know how powerful this not-quite-human being was, but he could learn-- that, and despite experiencing death once before, he still didn’t quite understand the whole fear humans had of it. “Please don’t discredit yourself because you’re ‘just’ human. I suppose you could call me a ‘fan’ of human beings. There is so much that I wish to learn about your species. Won’t you allow me some guidance?”

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@tenkoseiensei​.

“Fascinating.” Adam opens without preamble nor care for the other’s comfort as he circles him with measured steps, one arm across his chest and the other lifting a pensive hand to his chin. “You appear human in almost all respects, and yet there is something more to your physical makeup which is absent in my records. Even my scans fail to discern the nature of this abnormality, though it does indicate that you are indeed made almost entirely out of biological matter.” Coming to a stop, Adam still appeared lost in thought, clearly talking more to himself than the stranger in front of him. “It seems, then, that cutting you open and studying your body may yield little enlightening results. A pity, but as I have said: wholly fascinating.”

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@splitcards​.

“Cater Diamond. Is there some business you have with me?” Crossing his in a fluid, deliberate movement, Vil leveled a scrutinizing stare upon the fellow third-year. “I must preface this conversation with the declaration that, for the approximately one-hundred-twenty-eighth time, I refuse to appear on your Magicam.” Perhaps it was a bit rude and arrogant to assume that something like that was going to be asked, but then again, this wouldn’t be the first time. At least Cater didn’t try to persist after being explicitly told no, unlike many unscrupulous people Vil tended to encounter at least once every week.

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@ransuus​.

“And what may the leader of Fling Posse be doing in Yokohama streets? Spying on the competition, are we?” The questions, worded accusatory as they may have been, were asked with no real malice and an amused quirk to the edge of Jyuto’s mouth. Ramuda Amemura was someone Jyuto only knew by relation to Samatoki, and even then they were only peripheral acquaintances. There was never any reason to speak to each other, and he supposed, there still wasn’t any real motivation for the cop to approach the colorful individual in front of him. Still, it was one of the very rare slow days he had as a member of the force, and if anything he was always curious.

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archivalle​:

SAMATOKI NEEDN’T PRY FOR MORE, he infers enough as necessary from the way Jyuto spoke — work trouble, huh?  He makes a point ( OR RATHER, Katen demands a point ) of staying as far away from cops that aren’t Jyuto as he can, but sometime’s he’s half a mind to give them a piece of it every now and then… but that’d just make more trouble, huh? Fists don’t solve everything, after all, no matter how hard Samatoki would like to ( forcibly ) infer the otherwise.  “ Nice way of sayin’ you’re leashin’ me for awhile? TCH, ”  He mulls over his cigarette for a moment or two before letting out a sigh.  “ Fine, I’ll keep my nose clean. Would hate to concern anyone. We’ll deal with our shit on the downlow, leave some space up here for you. ” He leans in to close a little of the distance, dropping his voice to a whisper as if people were listening in. “ Could drop you a few hints at some places to bust to get the heat off of you, if y’need. Might kill two birds with one stone. “

Jyuto couldn’t help the smirk cracking onto his face around his cig as he glanced over at the other. “Be mighty convenient if certain shits stirring up trouble suddenly had to deal with cops poking them from behind, wouldn’t it?” The acceptance of the offer was implied, communicated in the conspiratorial glint in his gaze that lingered on Samatoki’s own. Then he was staring out into the night sky again, puffing on the last dregs of his stick. If it were any other ya, he’d toss the thing on the ground and snuff it with the bottom of his polished dress shoes; he was not about to show anything that could be mocked as weakness. With Samatoki though, Jyuto tug out a small personal ashtray, storing the pitiful filter inside. “Got anywhere to be now that you’re out of the kennel?”

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ok everyone this is it this is the moment none of you have been waiting for

like this post for a starter and pls specify muse unless like.... it’s super obvious who you want dhfgsh my dms are also open and covered in rose petals

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take a little wisdom.

your family doesn't need to be blood.

you have felt alone for a very long time. i'm sorry about that. im sorry you haven't had a home, a safe place, an okay rest. i am sorry you wake up so tired and that your shoulders are up around your ears. it is not fair. you are lovely. there are people who will learn this, one day. it is worth it to wait to meet those people -- you will find you have built your own home, and your own family, and it will be strong. it will be powerful. and it will be as lovely as you are. know you can build something with your own hands. know that you will be safe. know that you can make a life in any shape that you need. the love you have inside of you is a flower & one day you will have a garden full of petals & leaves.

tagged by.  @splitcards ty!! :0 <3 tagging.   @archivalle @duskfyre @dawnsdarkside @hyvoc​ @dehimmel​

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OOC.

New theme and I finally finished the website! A lot of characters are pretty barebones at the moment though.

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archivalle​:

When it’s lit, Samatoki’s quick to stuff it between his lips and take a long, almost exhausted drag before letting out a gruff laugh, all deep and throaty. “Fair, y’got me there.” He contends, shrugging his shoulders and leaning his head back as the rest of the billowing smoke caught in his lungs drifts out into the cold air around them — for a moment he just stares at him, eyes flicking between Jyuto’s face and the cigarette he held, as though conjuring a thought he’d been holding on the backburner.  “So, you were busy, huh? Nothin’ bad goin’ on? If any of my boys are causing you problems I can take it up with my old man, things have been messy.”

“Nothing that requires your intervention...” Huffing a little, the police officer finally lit his own stick and soon smoke was mingling in the air with Samatoki’s. Jyuto’s eyes traced the hazy trails left behind as he exhaled, pocketing the lighter. “...and nothing that can be fixed with your intervention, either. As much of a headache you and your shitty gangsters are, all of this ongoing cacophony isn’t pressuring me nearly as much as certain other sources.” His eyebrow twitched at the thought and his lips pursed into a displeased expression. It said a lot when his fellow ‘comrades’ made more trouble for Jyuto than the Yakuza did. “Still, try to be at least a little less of a noisy nuisance than usual? Like you said, it’s been messy. Far too obviously messy to just overlook on my end. There are concerns being raised.” Jyuto allowed himself another eye roll, flicking the ash off of his cigarette.

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Right, forgot some so here are more:

Yami Bakura // Yu-Gi-Oh

Yeon Hajun // Paradox Live

Lico // Theatre Starless Black Star

Jung Hi // Love Unholyc

Espresso Cookie // Cookie Run: Kingdom

OOC.

Been working on a lot of graphics and muse pages on a new website where I’m going to host all of my muses. And by all I mean ALL, across all of my active (or soon to be active) blogs. So far that’s just this blog and @soverxign​. I have an old multimuse too– I’m planning on transferring some muses I’m still interested in writing to this blog. There’s also a few new muses I’ve been wanting to add!

Potential muses include:

Overlord Abel / Kazuya Minegishi // Devil Survivor 1

Goro Akechi // Persona 5

Raindrop Cake // Food Fantasy

Joseph Desaulnier // Identity V

Edgar Valden  // Identity V

Norton Campbell // Identity V

Kim Dokja // Omniscient Reader

Add / Edward Grenore // Elsword

Kiyoshi Matsuoka // Fandomless Modern OC

Alcott Ethelberd Caulfield // Rune Factory OC

Cichol Gricenchos // Fallen London OC

Fan Xia // Food Fantasy OC

Ba’alzebul // Food Fantasy OC

I’m not going to add ALL of the above (at least, not yet) so if there are any ones in particular you’re interested in do let me know so I can make them more of a priority!

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OOC.

New Theater Starless Black Star TeamB song reminded me how much I love them AAAAAAA time to listen to TeamB all day

[atercael]

OOC.

Been working on a lot of graphics and muse pages on a new website where I’m going to host all of my muses. And by all I mean ALL, across all of my active (or soon to be active) blogs. So far that’s just this blog and @soverxign​. I have an old multimuse too-- I’m planning on transferring some muses I’m still interested in writing to this blog. There’s also a few new muses I’ve been wanting to add!

Potential muses include:

Overlord Abel / Kazuya Minegishi // Devil Survivor 1

Goro Akechi // Persona 5

Raindrop Cake // Food Fantasy

Joseph Desaulnier // Identity V

Edgar Valden  // Identity V

Norton Campbell // Identity V

Kim Dokja // Omniscient Reader

Add / Edward Grenore // Elsword

Kiyoshi Matsuoka // Fandomless Modern OC

Alcott Ethelberd Caulfield // Rune Factory OC

Cichol Gricenchos // Fallen London OC

Fan Xia // Food Fantasy OC

Ba’alzebul // Food Fantasy OC

I’m not going to add ALL of the above (at least, not yet) so if there are any ones in particular you’re interested in do let me know so I can make them more of a priority!

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As a genius with an IQ of 168 and photographic memory due to having the Retaining Eyes, Shintaro is highly intelligent and rational. He is very advanced academically, and easily picks up skills which require logic such as coding. However, being far ahead of his peers for his entire life caused him to become apathetic, lethargic, and quite a bit arrogant. Cynical and self-isolating, overall Shintaro is quite negative in character and attitude, and though he is aware of his own faults, he doesn't feel any motivation to change himself.

His attitude is one of the reasons he never connected well with other people and didn't really have friends until high school. During high school he met and became friends with Tateyama Ayano, Kokonose Haruka, and Enemoto Takane. He was especially close with Ayano, as she was always reaching out to him and treating him with kindness despite his abrasive nature.

While it could be said that Shintaro had some form of high-functioning depression for most of his life, he was well and truly pushed into a deep, non-functioning depression after the death of his three friends when he was 16, one of which (Ayano's suicide) he believes is his fault. He torments himself, determined to never forget about Ayano and how he was the cause of her suicide, effectively deciding to live in the past. He dropped out of high school and shut himself up in his room, living as a hikkikomori and NEET.

As a form of escape, he spends all of his time either on the computer or sleeping, oftentimes skipping/forgetting meals. While his mother and his sister Momo have attempted to interact with him, he tends to lash out at them, especially if they "trespass" into his room, which is his sanctuary from the outside world and his self-created prison. As a result, he has become rather estranged from them despite living in the same household, which further compounds his own guilt and self-hatred.

One day he was browsing the internet as usual, when he got a mysterious email with an attachment that automatically downloaded itself onto his computer. The program that was downloaded was Ene, a self-aware AI that could understand and communicate with Shintaro like a real human being. Ene, however, was quite like Shintaro in that she also acted gloomy and withdrawn, and the pair spent 2 years together both suffering in their depression.

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archivalle​:

“Yeah, yeah,” Samatoki isn’t as afraid to roll his eyes ‘til the sun comes up and does so, before stuffing his hand into his pocket to pull out a packet of cigarettes — a little tap to knock one up and grab it with his teeth, pack stuffed back into his pocket as he starts patting himself down for the little lighter he keeps. “You worried? It’s family business, some — you got a light?” He interrupts himself to ask that, having realised at some point they probably took that off him — they might not pat him down properly, but they do like to make sure he can’t hurt anyone with any weapons while he’s in there — and approaches Jyuto, holding his cigarette out between his fingers expectantly. “Some family shit goin’ on, My old man’s got it  mostly under control, but I’m startin’ to think he sent me out tonight as a distraction. Bet he was pulling some real shit while your fuckheads were stuffing me in lockup.” He snorts, then sighs. “You adding this one to my tab then? Got me nervous ‘bout the day you decide to call in a favour, y’know.”

Wordlessly, Jyuto took the lighter out of his pocket and flicked it open in a smooth, practiced motion, holding the flame out towards Samatoki. Worried... Not that either of them would admit it, but he was pretty sure there was a tacit understanding between them that yes, they did worry about each other, and no Samatoki, you can’t deny it. He took out a smoke of his own at the thought, holding it between his fingers but not lighting it just yet, opting to instead stare at it pensively. “Most likely. But if that’s the case, you can’t complain about my ‘shitheads’ stuffing you behind bars. And if you were really that nervous about it, you wouldn’t take it for granted that I’m going to bail you out every time.”

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archivalle​:

In response all Samatoki does is click his tongue against his teeth — a deliberately loud TCH sound — and roll his eyes at Jyuto, his body language just reading if you were going to do that, you would have already; but he knows better than to fuck around any more than he already has. He did just get bailed out of jail, after all — hasn’t even left the Precinct yet. “Yeah, yeah, little bunny’s gotta work his ass off.” He mocks. So that don’t fuck around lasted maybe… a minute? A new record! “Ain’t my fuckin’ fault there were cops crawlin’ around— it was Yakuza business. Thought you were supposed to keep your shitstains off my terf, huh?”

Jyuto felt the distinct desire to roll his eyes at the other, but he has long ago set a restriction on himself on those, lest his eyeballs roll out of his skull entirely due to Samatoki’s classless remarks. Instead, he just shot him a familiar glare, off-hand delicately pushing up his glasses. “Unfortunately, even though most matters in this district fall under my responsibility, I’m still not the Chief,” yet at least, “and even then there’s little we can do if criminal activities occur so obviously above-board.” In other words, the police needed to at least seem like they’re doing their job properly without being in kahoots with the local Yakuza. Jyuto let another breath leave his lips as the cool night breeze hit his cheeks. His fingers lingered towards his pocket as his volume lowered and tone softened a touch. “...That business going to be any trouble, then?”