#maskhellion

[socialdefy]

maskhellion --> socialdefy! ( because i realize that moving accounts takes too much effort ! )

[artfulfox]

@maskhellion​ sent -  (behind) — to give my muse a hug from behind and (nuzzle) — to nuzzle your muse’s head in my muse’s neck

Yusuke was not used to any kind of gentle touch. After a lifetime of living with someone totally indifferent to him and his happiness, it was almost entirely foreign to him. So as Akira moved in close behind him, pulling him into a hug and then nuzzling his head against his neck; Yusuke found himself completely flustered. It felt so..nice. Akira’s warmth radiated through his body, setting his heart racing in a manner Yusuke had never felt before.

“Akira..?” Yusuke breathed out softly, curious about what brought this about.

[electricea-archive]

Autumn / Halloween starter for @maskhellion​! 🍂

“I heard that this time of year, the Americans like to add ‘pumpkin spice’ to everything! You should ask Boss about adding pumpkin spice coffee!”

[fatexbound]

@maskhellion​ said: 😰 for a p5 muse of your choice! ^_^

Nightmares | Still accepting maybe

- Akira comes from an abusive household for being a rule-breaker and somewhat of a deliquent, although quiet. He dreams of his father verbally and often times physically abusing him for being disobedient while all his mother did was watch. They wanted a perfect child, which he used to be, but got sick of it at 13. He’s got a lot of scars on his body.

- Speaking of that, the beating he got from those police officers won’t leave his head either. He’s got bruses on his wrists and back due to that. That particular nightmare is quite frequent, even after P5/P5R.

[kingspuppet-a]

@maskhellion​ || Unprompted

"Oh, then how mad would you be if I had put more milk than that in your coffee? Totally by accident," He grins, making it oh-so-obvious that it was the complete opposite. "Could you tell, just by drinking it, if that were to happen?" He's scheming, and he's fully prepared for any backlash either now or in the future.

          The glare that is shot towards the other is instant. Goro knows that Kurusu is just trying to get a rise out of him. It’s evident in his tone, and even if it wasn’t the look on his face gives it away. Still, it doesn’t take much to piss Goro off. His lack of desire for messing around made it apparent. So he lets out a scoff.

          “You can try if you like.” A wicked grin of his own splits Goro’s face. “That is if you don’t value your fingers.”

[a-cageless-canary]

@maskhellion liked for a starter with post-game Aiko!

“Can I help you?”

She had been curious and stepped outside the shop, hesitating a moment before tilting her head to the side. “You can....Come inside you know?” she offered, “There’s more stuff to look at if the display isn’t to your liking.” Cakes and small chocolates lined up the window, but honestly...

Aiko glanced up towards the sky with a frown, “...It’s also looking like it’s going to rain so come in okay?”

[bringsruin]

@maskhellion​ said:  "Hey, got you something while I was out yesterday," Akira hums, setting down a small, dark brown cat plushie in front of Akechi. "If you don't like it, cool, you're still taking it with you. No debate on it." He grins, letting out a small laugh. // to make the lil gift 'official'! :D

[ unprompted | always accepting ]

 ✠ ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳᶰ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ✠ ⸻ ˃ ⦑ “this is...?” 

 well, it was cute. it reminded him of his childhood. how he wanted a pet and would sometimes feed stray cats in the hopes to befriend them. of course, neither ever happened. his life was turbulent and he never had the chance to just... how odd. when was the last time he had received a gift like this? 

 he reminded himself not to get attached to akira. after all, he was lying to him. this would never end well. even if akira never crossed paths with him in the metaverse. even then, eventually he would realize that he was entirely unlovable. that he was a disgusting killer. a person with no soul. and even if he somehow didn’t... akechi would probably die after the election anyway.

he carefully takes the soft toy in his hands. the smallest hint of a smile upon his lips. it looks different from the fake smiles he usually wore. more subtle. 

 “kurusu-kun... thank you.” this feeling was terrible. he needed to assure distance... he couldn’t take back what he had done. there was no turning back. he and akira would never really be friends. but... he can pretend a little bit longer. selfish brat. indulging in feelings built on lies. just like always. ⦒

[makinghiistory]

@maskhellion​ | X

It was over. The False God was dead, releasing them from their binding sins. It had taken everyone’s efforts, but Joker delivered the final blow by summoning another god to punish him. Her eyes widened as he descended from the sky and he fired his gun, ending it all in a flash. She couldn’t be any happier and cheered along with her teammates, hugging them all one by one tightly. What surprised her the most, though, was the leader’s boldness of taking her hands and kissing her out of the blue.

She couldn’t utter a single word, her face now surely matched the other’s gloves. But still, as shocked as she was, she pulled him in for another kiss of her own to let him know that whatever feelings he had were mutual.  If that was indeed the case and he wasn’t acting impulsively.

“Ah... th-thank you, leader. You were also... incredible. You saved our lives again.” She said once they parted and placed a hand on his cheek. “It’s... quite alright. I-I liked it... and I’m fine, just tired from our battle.” She chuckled softly, smiling back, and reluctantly let him go, her gaze falling on the rest of the team who were too stunned to say anything. Noir looked away sheepishly and lowered her hat, feeling her heart flutter.

“I’m... so happy we did it, everyone!” She laughed out of joy and relief. “Shall we return home and celebrate with a big feast? It’s almost Christmas, after all!”

[oraclememehacker]

@maskhellion asked:

"'Tabaaa, I come with gifts," Akira lets out a laugh as he sets the bag down on the counter, grateful that Sojiro had already closed for the day. Grabbing out his phone to see Futaba's responses, he then continues to speak. "Want me to drop them off at your door, or are you coming over?"

“Why is homework so boring.” She stated working through some incredibly easy and just downright boring stuff that she could do in her sleep. She’s probably done harder problems in her sleep in fact. As she was working on the homework she saw that apparently Akira had brought gifts of some sorts. Finally, a distraction!  And what a fine distraction this was indeed. So she grabbed her phone and sent him a few texts.

[Text to: Akira]

Futaba: omw Futaba: You just saved me from some boring ass homework Futaba: I should’ve stuck to online schooling tbh Futaba: Be there in a minute

Putting away that for now she rushed out of her room and eventually got to the cafe where she made her way in with a big ol grin on her face. She wanted to know what these gifts were. Was it Neo Featherman R figures?! That would be amazing. Maybe it was new computer hardware?! Then again Akira wasn’t all that tech savy, so who knew? “Are these gifts good?”

[tres-fidelis]

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy ( jayden! )

Headcanons list!

((There's quite a number of things that really bring Jayden a bit of bliss. If she's working from home on a rainy day, she'll make herself some coffee and sit on her teeny, little balcony watching the rain. That's also a primetime for her to work on any writing drafts as well, since she loves freeform writing and short-form story writing.))

[corvidconniver]

‘ try not to move. ’ or ‘ don’t leave me, please. ’ !

injuries. // accepting! @maskhellion​

           “don’t leave me, please.”

VIII. //      a laugh scrapes its way out of goro's throat, riding out on the gasp and cough of blood that forces its way past his lips. this wil be his most difficult act yet, he realizes; his wounds have piled up, the shadows surround him, and a cognitive replica stares him down over the barrel of his identical gun...

                "joker... since you asked so nicely, i'll consider it," he rasps loud enough to get past the thick metal wall and the alarms blaring. "but it's only a consideration. you'll find my answer soon enough...!"

               the bursts of two shots ricochet through the air. silence follows, and his signal goes out on oracle's readings. the alarms only blare louder, nothing to compete with them.

               ( what doesn't register to anyone's ears, though—at least, he hopes—is, combined with the thud of a "dead" cognition, the soft, irregular patter of limping footsteps rushing for another exit under his "cloak of invisibility". one wildcard owns the third eye, the other the drapery of the shade. )

[kouzeons]

hiii guys! fair warning that i have school starting on monday, so my activity may be even slower.

i think i have about one last isola post left in order to count for activity, so after that, i will take care of my indie stuff (i haven’t forgotten you guys, i promise)! this might be how i run all of my affiliated blogs (reclaimeden, markovseye and this one) from now until the holidays.

my indie blogs (shircganes, maskhellion) will be taken care of if i have lesser muse, need a break, or if i genuinely just have nothing else to do.

thank you for your patience!

[artfulfox]

@maskhellion​ asked:

Akira wraps his arms from behind Yusuke, resting his head on top of his as he watched the other paint for a few moments. Eventually, he reluctantly broke the peaceful atmosphere by speaking up. "Lunch is ready, you know. Sorry for being a little late on it, though," He hums, gently kissing Yusuke's head before retreating just a little bit.

Yusuke had recently gotten right into the groove with his artwork. And there was a definite sense of peace around his finished works; the spiky anger he had expressed before was now a more profound blaze of passion and joy he had found in his freedom.

And of course, Akira.

He kept his eyes on the canvas, but let out a small hum of acknowledgment as he leaned back against the embrace. Just a few more touches, perfection~

“Mm. No need to apologise.. That had let me get to the perfect finishing point for today.” He smiled at the little kiss, taking a moment to clean off his brushes and put them aside to dry for now.

“Besides..! If you weren’t here I probably would not have even stopped for food. So that’s another bonus point for you~”

[electricea-archive]

@maskhellion​ sent - Akira sets their pen down with a groan, gently headbutting Ryuji's shoulder and keeping their head there as they wrapped their arms around his shoulders, huffing in resignation. "If I read anything else, I'm going to lose it," They grumble, burying their head in the blond's shoulder. Akira did, however, tilt their head so they could see Ryuji's face. "Can we just.... relax, for a few? I don't care where, I just need to get away from this textbook."

Smiling to himself, a hand reaches out to ruffle Akira’s hair, his arms quickly and easily wrapping themselves around his friend.  Sitting here with Akira felt natural and right - there was no weirdness or awkwardness to any of it.  Rather, he liked it - really liked it, in fact.  “You should take a break for a bit, I’ve been wanting to take one since we first started,” He grinned, trying to ignore the rush in his stomach as he felt the side of his friend’s head nuzzling into his shoulders.  His cheeks unconsciously went pink as he instinctively huddled closer to his friend and without even realizing that he was grinning like an idiot, he agreed.  “...Sure, anything for you.  What should we do with our break?”

[fatexbound]

@maskhellion​ said: “let me cook you something.” for ryuuji or ann! ^^

Soft prompts | Accepting

“Really?! Oh, thank you, Akira-kun! I haven’t had lunch yet and I’m starving!” She was lucky that her friend knew how to cook, although part of her felt like she was taking advantage of him just for that, which wasn’t true at all. Regardless, she sat down in front of the counter and smiled wide, anticipating the infamous plate of curry. “I owe you one. I’ll pay you back one day, I promise. So, how was your day? Mine was pretty uneventful, but I did get some new clothes for my next modeling gig.”

[kingspuppet-a]

@maskhellion​ || This is Halloween!

"Yes, well, the only thing frightening at the present is how you’re holding that carving knife."

          In Goro’s defense he’s never carved a pumpkin before. He’s seen it done in movies and talked about over social media. He’d even come across the odd pumpkin while out wandering. But standing face to face with the pumpkin himself was completely foreign. Part of him even questions just how he got roped into this time waster of a project. It wasn’t like Goro was someone who had creativity pouring out his fingertips. Shouldn’t Kurusu have invited Kitagawa if that was the case?

          “What? Are you afraid I’m going to try and kill you with it?” The question comes out sharp, and his knuckles have gone white with how hard he’s now gripping the knife. If Goro really wanted to attack Kurusu he could, but he’s more focused on eyeing the pumpkin as if it personally insulted him. The fact that it made him look foolish for just holding a knife was already bad enough.

          “So how the hell are you supposed to hold it then? You wanted to do this and you’re not being a very good teacher.”