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its been four whole years since i did a drawing of joshua and its bc the last one was so bad i knew i needed to level up a lot b4 attempting again. im moderately happy with how these turned out i think

please dont tag as kin, id, me, ect

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❛   i ain’ every busy enough to talk with you. that said, i ain’ about to pretend like i know what yer goin’ though, boss.    ❜    the angel begins, leaning on the handle of the wooden broom that he had kept in the shop for some twenty something years. it was old faithful- he’d never had a broom as good at this one before. he peers over joshua carefully, studying him like he would any topic of a report he had written in the past. this look was not something joshua had not known before. there had in fact been many a report written about the composer with their time working together. it’s in this gaze that the fact was: 

everything joshua did had a reason. everything. 

❛   being composer is a heavy task an’ since the city responds back to every influx of emotion that you have…. you feel things in a way that i dare not attempt to fathom. but as yer producer, outsider lookin’ in- i recon that whatever you felt was so bad about the city came first and foremost, outta love. misguided as the actions may be- i can at least recognize what you did was not out of malice against the city. no…    ❜    he begins to sweep once more, a posture relaxed as he worked with his eyes closed.   ❛  you love the city more than anyone an’ thats why you took things the way you did. not wanting to pollute other grounds. figuring that it was better for other cities not to be tainted by whatever poison you felt (at the time) was running though the city’s veins- through YOUR veins.     ❜

hanekoma was never one to sugarcoat anything. it was his best and worst trait. he knows that joshua is here to hear this truth (even if it scalds his ego). it’s when he reflects on when joshua ‘growing’ that he sets his broom aside to sit with him at the bar.    ❛    i donno, boss. i don’t think that’s a question for me to ask- rather than you to figure out yerself. what is that YOU want? after all of this, what did you learn about yourself? yer city. what do you want for shibuya?     ❜    his hands finds its way to clasp the composers shoulder firmly and he squeezes it gently to show empathy (rather as much empathy as he could as producer- it was more of showing concern for his best friend). 

❛   no matter who you are or what you become, yer always gonna be my best friend, boss. an’ with that said best friend status- im gonna tell you what i think, even when it’s shit.   ❜     he grins widely, the corners of his mouth stretching to that of a cheshire cat’s grin as he reaches up to ruffle joshua’s hair.

joshua understands hanekoma, first and foremost, as someone who’s able to lay out all the ugly. all the dark that he grin and bares, he has always had the hand of mr. hanekoma at his side nonetheless, even if it’s poison that falls from joshua’s mouth, if he may be as bold as to try and exterminate and entire city, just out of exhaustion alone. hanekoma is, perhaps, right, in that joshua did hold some sentiment towards shibuya, despite his situation, which circumstance remains a blur of disjointed memories. he holds the weight of the city’s pain upon his shoulders, and even so, his limbs are able to feel light once more with even so much as a simple ruffle of his hair, a gesture that would have been pushed aside, had anyone else dared to touch joshua’s hair. he lets mr. hanekoma be, arms folded and expression still holding agitation. 

“ah, so you think i was, in the end, too foolish by my sentiments towards the city ? that i would go so far as to kill off what could have lived on. i earned the title of a murderer, if anything else.” almost. joshua doesn’t hold regret for his reasons, as they still remain true. mr. hanekoma had been spot on in pointing out joshua’s initial motive. joshua isn’t so much surprised, as he is vulnerable, and a little touched. “i am grateful to have you,” joshua says, these foreign words holding a weight to them. “i suppose i don’t tell you that often, do i?” he looks at mr. hanekoma earnestly, still frowning. 

joshua leans forward over the table, his hands then cradling his chin as he digs deeper into his thoughts. if there’s one thing he’s always grateful for, it’s the comforting peace and quiet of mr. hanekoma’s cafe. a kind of peace he won’t find anywhere else. he mulls over mr. hanekoma’s words for a moment, then sighs. “i thought shibuya was beyond saving. but you know i was proven wrong, and ... perhaps humiliatingly so.” is it cowardly of him to give up? is it giving up? josua supposes he can’t combard mr. hanekoma with every single question. a fraction of joshua grows soft. mr. hanekoma’s words are the closest thing to a prayer, joshua thinks. if there’s a certain magic to believe in, it’s mr. hanekoma’s unrelenting company. “aha ~ i don’t mean to sour the mood, mr. h. but i appreciate your words nonetheless.” his grin grows more fond. “spare me and my escaping thoughts. the answers sound so clear when you say them. i often wonder why i’m so blind to the obvious in the first place.”

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sometimes art is in the destruction.

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in the time between joshua’s intrusion for coffee and said coffee having been made, the producer had been in the middle of cleaning his little safe haven he loving referred to as wildkat. he could have easily used his abilities to clean up for him, but hanekoma was far from the average angel- preferring the hands on approach to cleaning up his shop. it was very…. human. no short cuts.each movement was deliberate and each step to cleaning up was a small achievement as well a visual stimuli to being done. like with art- he enjoyed seeing his own progress. magic didn’t do anything but do a quick clean up- or when no one was looking clean up a broken cup on the ground. 

❛   that is the opposite of what i think you’ve grown.   ❜    says hanekoma, broom in hand and giving his compatriot a knowing look. there was a list of things he could easily describe joshua as and soft was not one of them.     ❛   i’m in th’ business of believin’ second chances are a point to do better. to take what you’ve learned the first time around an’ apply it for self improvement and the people around you.    ❜    he continues sweeping but is ever attentive to the composer that seems to be prodding him from for some sort of interrogation. it doesn’t bother him. he’s just waiting on the oven timer to go off so he can pull the bread he made out to cool.

“were my reasons, perhaps ... unjust, do you think?” joshua isn’t second-guessing his past actions. even now, there still sits an unbridled rage that simmers silently, coated in bitterness, and covered with phantom laughs and smiles, which have long since lost their flavor. joshua is anything but regretful, though there’s always been a question that begs another in the back of his mind. and who else to ask, but mr. hanekoma? someone who’s answers actually mean something, as opposed to anyone else who, joshua thinks, couldn’t even begin to understand. he still thinks this, looking at passing faces out the window as nothing more than blank slates. he feels nothing as he sips his coffee, cheek against hand, a bored look on his face.

“i know you’re nothing but honest,” joshua says. “is growing me trying again with harder force, or perhaps trying a different approach?” is wishing for a clean slate as terrible as they say ? usually such words would falter joshua little; it takes a great deal, as well as someone impacting enough, to have the angel question himself. joshua’s annoyance slips further and further through his tone, words become short and his sips louder. and even then, it’s still silent to anyone else. joshua’s anger has never been an outburst of rage and destruction, but instead something cleverly crafted. subtle; poisonous. “it feels pathetic to have to think on it again. my decision was absolute. still is absolute.”

he looks to hanekoma again. “that’s why i’m asking you. our talks have always been nothing short of invigorating.” a subtle smile soon etches its way back onto his face. “oh, but you’re busy ~ i can hold my tongue a little while longer.”

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“i hope you don’t think i’m growing soft, mr. h.” he interrupts the comforting silence, lifting a mug to his lips as he takes a long sip of hanekoma’s coffee. nothing warranted the comment, but joshua has been lamenting on it. he glances at hanekoma. “you think second chances are that ?” he’s more-so curious than anything else, but at the same time, he’s already using the accusatory approach.     @catncore

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♡ for rat

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Brown eyes would flick towards the other boy, short eyebrows furrowing slightly. Who was this dude ? Ryuji definitely hasn’t seen him around before, and he definitely wasn’t a Shujin student either. Walking closer to the other boy, the blond would rest his hands on his hips as he looked at the other.

❝ What’s it to you ? You don’t look like you go here. ❞

so, he’s more perceptive than joshua initially thought. how quaint. joshua gives an easy smile still. he doesn’t budge when the other closes their proximity. both hands are rested on his hips. “oh, you know, my unending and untamed curiosity. sorry for the intrusion.” there were certain words spoken that piques his curiosity even more so, but joshua chooses to hold off on mentioning that for the time being. “you are correct. i don’t go here.”

“ ----- is that a problem? does this school not get many visitors?” 

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joshua’s way of being even remotely romantic: i can shoot you to make the day end faster, or go on forever, if that’s what you want. ♡

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okay, let’s start things off here with the icon txt promo gnsks. independent yoshiya ‘joshua’ kiryu of the world ends with you ! written by laur. post-twewy/ddd and friendly to multi-fandom muses. he’s your prissy kid with a shit-eating grin and not to be trusted (with a gun). lms if you’re interest, or reblog too, that’s totally cool. please read the rules first and i shall do the same and all will be gucci.

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if anyone has a way of letting autoplay work with the new https change, lmk

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Joshua! :D THE BEST ASSHOLE

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“oh, dear. someone’s rowdy.” with hands in pockets, joshua stands at the side of the basket ball court. although he would have feigned ignorance otherwise, any passerby wouldn’t be able to escape hearing the chatter. perhaps it’s his boredom which leads joshua to leaning against the railings, a smile upon his face. “what’s all this ruckus ? you’re filling up the entire school ground with your voice.”    @isolov

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“did i ever tell you that your skills are exemplary, shiki?” it’s rare that any conversation started from joshua is a compliment. arms are crossed, and there’s that sickeningly sweet smile again, playful and menacing. “how brute of me to have not said anything sooner, if so.”           @groovepawn

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epic collab between me and @snoopysnoo Joshua is gay jesus

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i truly feel joshua still resents the world, as much as neku and co. helped to expand his world more. joshua still has that underlying hatred ... but it’s more.. vengeful. sad. he’s as vulnerable as he is dangerous. conniving and cunning and slimy, but also ever-changing and coping. there’s a lot of complexities with joshua and i love it. he has the ability to, perhaps, see things as beautiful again but would be the sort of person to ask anyone who tries to convince him of that to define beauty. because his has been warped.

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“time really does fly by.” it’s a comment that’s left up in the air; playful and wistful. it’s not direct, but joshua’s already making eye contact with the familiar boy standing before him. his smile eludes to unspoken secrets, perhaps even lost memories. he wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. 

“still daydreaming, are we?”       @wakeheart