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hyperdetect replied to your post: i hate silver
FAKE
u rite i love u binch
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i hate silver
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Reblog if you’re alright with creating new verses or AU’s to interact with other RPer’s!
While your muses might not be from the same universe or be able to interact easily, things can always be worked out if the muns collaborate and talk with each other!
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@victorygrit | sc | agency!q
“kenji-san, kenji-san!”
q looks up from where his face was squished against the window of a cafe as he calls out for the other. one arm tightly grips his doll–he’s feeling particularly defensive of it in light of the odd looks it’s getting (yes, it may be ugly and frightening to look at, but it’s his friend)–and on the other side of him, a bag with the current case’s information haphazardly tucked into it.
he jabs his finger in the direction of something inside the building, eyes seeming to sparkle. “look at that cake! uuu~ we have to stop here after we’re done, okay?”
Kenji is not the type to judge a person right away -- it just isn’t something he does. People gawk and stare and hurry along, and Kenji doesn’t.... really get it. He wonders what’s wrong, really -- why would they be getting scares of discomfort? Hmmm....
As long as the two of them could take care of themselves, he supposed it was alright (and knowing them, they’d be fine! They weren’t from the ADA for nothing...)
“Mm?”
Kenji tilts his head and goes to turn it -- the cake that Q pointed at in his line of sight, he smiles excitedly. He has good taste -- Kenji would very much appreciate that kind of cake, too, he thinks.
“Yeah. Yeah! We definitely gotta come back! It looks really good...” Mouth watering, actually. Although knowing Kenji he could eat the whole thing... Well, they’d just have to make sure Q got his portions first!
He skips a little bit in his step, grinning warmly at the other. “We should get going!” If the case went well quicker, then that just meant... earlier cake, right?
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The rain is his kind of weather, though this is not the variety of deluge Lovecraft prefers. More like an emphatic drizzle, nothing so bad where the people of the city are loathe to venture out. So, not bad weather, but could be better. Rain always makes him want to wander.
He can wander with the kid. That’s not so bad, now that he processes what he’s agreed to.
“Hello, Kenji.”
“Lead the way.”
He doesn’t know where the kid wants to go, aside from errands. Lovecraft idly hopes he will get to be outside for most of this, whatever ends up happening. He also doesn’t particularly know his way around the larger streets of the city, his sense of direction is much more vague and has a tendency towards the lonelier places.
All in all, it’s good that someone leads him around when he attempts shopping.
He was excited to begin with, though unsure if Lovecraft would tag along. Now Kenji would get to have a fun time and share it with someone else! Awesome!
The boy clenches his fist, smiling proudly. “Okay! Leave it to me!”
It wasn’t like it was something for the others at the ADA -- Kenji didn’t know about any of that stuff. He wasn’t sure... how that would work out. Besides, he was shopping for some gardening things!
Since having even a little patch gave him comfort.
“It’s this way!” He was familiar with the shopkeepers -- a little outdoor marketplace.
Ah, they should still be there even in this type of weather. It wasn’t harsh enough for most of them not to be, at least!
And he’s turning corners ‘till he finally makes it to the destination, with one last, “Follow me!”
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hiiii!! i’m pulse or you may know me as trev or rua or many other things! i write a lot of muses but at the moment, i’m taking art commissions (though i suppose, if i have any who would like them, i could take writing ones as well? feel free to message me on that regard!)
without further ado, let’s discuss prices!!
so to start with, flat colors and very simplistic, singular color and shading as well as bust shots will be 8$.
full body pictures with one character and no background are 10$.
full body pictures with two or more characters and no background are 11$.
gifs and simple backgrounds will add 1$ to whichever type of coloring or shot they are instead. i wont be doing anything too complex there, i’m not very experienced with gifmaking or backgrounds. feel free to ask, though!
note that these aren’t dead set and i am very flexible if you’d like me to be!
if you want something else, feel free to ask!! i will draw pretty much anything except for: animals/anthros mechs nsfw // gore (*) nsfw // sexual
(* i will draw blood, simplistic gore, and/or candy gore if you’d like that!)
send me an email at superanikiedition@gmail (. com of course!) or an ask or message right here and i will get back to you a.s.a.p!
#( unwavered ; self promo )#( wonder ; ooc )#it hit me a few minutes ago that art comissions would be.... Smart#since i need money#Anyway
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tfw u want to write but ur ... Entirely Unmotived to Anything
#( wonder ; ooc )#id do something if i wasnt a Lazy Ass#im so sorry DFJKSHGJK i have no excuse Today
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Sup, my dudes? Short little announcement but… I’m taking art trades and writing commisions over on my personal! Here’s the link for seeing the prices: http://coryzares.tumblr.com/cm
I’m only doing waist ups right now and probably only lined as, much to my chagrin, I’ve got no tablet and no patience for it on Photoshop with a touchpad. I will note that I’m super slow on drawing waist ups?
My brother, @hyperdetect, and I both are doing writing commissions and I’ll admit that he’s much better on the fighting side. As well as, uh, the one you should go to for more N.SFW related things as I’m a minor. You know. All that stuff. My brother has a post on Twitter about it here: https://twitter.com/1strchimedes/status/885347689189298177
There isn’t like, a super heavy pressure to this but if you wanna reblog this, then go ahead my dudes. That’s super rad. — Vrai
EDIT: If it gets to be a thing, then I might open up general art commissions but same things available my dudes.
#( recruitment ; promo )#since this is kind of a Promo#NEAT tho!!!#kdhsj if i... had money i Completely would haha..#if i get the chance i will completely commission u Both tho Tbh
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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.
Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!
NAME: Pulse NICKNAME: Trev, Aech, Bart by a couple people, I used to get called Rua, sometimes Lan or Vent. AGE: 20 FACECLAIM: I don’t have a stable one but lately it’s been Hotarumaru from Touken Ranbu and Hastur from Haiyore! Nyaruko-san. The one I’m using right now is Chihiro Komiya from Shounen Maid. PRONOUNS: They/them, if you have to he/him is fine. HEIGHT: 5′3″ BIRTHDAY: February 28th AESTHETIC: stars and space... in its entirety. the universe is vast and filled with Light let me Live LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Hyperdontia by GHOST.
FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: uhhhh trevor from pokemon, curtis was also rly fun. oh!! and i miss writing april vier from senyuu but idk if i will again bc i lost the icons. i loved writing neun also.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON): fucking silver I have an attachment to characters that are Huge Rays of Sunshine and Kenji is one of those types of ppl... also i really wanted to write but was worried i wouldnt stick around because of how id been lately. im happy he stuck!
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: HES AN ACTUAL BUNDLE OF JOY and hes really fun to write??? he makes me happy when i Write him so!!
WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: i listen to music a lot, having background noise is really helpful, and it cant be Talking bc that Distracts me. i also tend to draw from either real life scenarios in very Tiny amounts
FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: platonic-y big friendship stuff. please. let my boy cuddle with someone and learn to play vidya game. i would die for y
BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: hhh KEEPING THE ASPECT OF HIM BEING FROM A VERY RURAL AREA WHILE... not turning it into a joke? its not a Big Deal but .... hm. also being consistent in wanting to write. im so lazy
TAGGED BY: @extraplanaire TAGGING: uhhh if u wanna do this ur tagged ALSO @copygunner
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labem replied to your post: Mafia AU // Campanella tagged as: ( campanella ;...
yw snickers
thanks I GUESS
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Mafia AU // Campanella tagged as: ( campanella ; au )
Coming to the city was the only option -- despite what had normally been thriving back home, the village had collapsed beyond disrepair. ( A slaughter, it was a slaughter, so many had died, there was red everywhere and bodies human and animal alike. )
He was entirely alone, forsaken he’d thought -- everyone was gone, after all. He’d be next, wouldn’t he?
But instead he tripped. And fell. And dropped into the lake below. It was cold and deep and he couldn’t breathe. He really thought he was going to die.
The boy came up gasping for air and rescued by people in black who said they’d been near. He trusted them. He went with them, yes -- he came to the city.
( That was how it had been. They soon became family to him. )
A sunny smile on his face at all times -- perhaps that was why it was most terrifying for some. He smiled to everyone, appeared as if he were a ray of light itself.
But his brutality was merciless. He truly could strike fear into anyone’s heart.
There’s no act or anything -- Kenji’s honest as he always has been. He likes everyone. He likes killing everyone too.
It’s just like the cows, huh?
#( campanella ; au )#this aint much of a description but this is... maf kenji#i was given the idea Yesterday
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❝ — oh? are you curious, miyazawa? i can teach you everything you need to know! ~ ❞
HE CLICKS HIS TONGUE as he appraises the numbers before him, a trademark of his self-aspersion, a taunting at the back of his teeth: you’ve lost your touch, haven’t you? the former executive contorts his lips into a scathing grin, as if in retort to himself.
❝ you see, the port mafia has never had much of a talent for covering up their tracks — the first keys in their combination always have the least corrosion around the edges and the most faded paint, since the oils on your fingers will wear it away as you press on the key. after that, it’s merely a game of picking out which important date they want to remember this time, since their memories were always so poor! ❞ ( he presses four keys in swift succession, and the bars rise from the floor. ) ❝ 0715, the birthday of arsène lupin, hm ~ they’re getting more creative by the hour, i’m sure. ❞
“A little bit, yeah!”
And as Dazai offers to teach him, Kenji is, in no more than an instant, peering even closer at what the older is doing.
It’s entirely foreign to him -- a keypad and the numbers ever-so-slightly torn from wear and tear. He wouldn’t have been able to tell the different, and certainly not as fast as Dazai did.
“Ooh.... How could you tell those were faded, Dazai-san?”
He leans in a little more, a light clack from his sandles as they fall back from his heels. Then the bars begin to rise -- his eyes filled with a little bit of awe as Kenji stepped back.
Wow, who knew this could be so interesting! He claps his hands together -- out of excitement, more than anything else.
“Cool--!!”
#unoxidize#( unfaltering ; ic )#to quote that one guy in every pokemon game : TECHNOLOGY IS AMAZING#also here im d
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typenullly:
PLEASE READ THIS!
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our rent is due october 1st. i’m gonna say we’ll need around 500-600 dollars to get through this month. if you could please REBLOG this and spread it around, i would greatly appreciate it. i’d appreciate it even more if anyone could donate, even if it’s just 1 dollar. my paypal is [email protected]. i know the rp community can really get this read and going. thank you for reading and have a great day
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❝ hmmm, well — ❞
THE LOCK HE SEEMS TO BE TAMPERING WITH releases with an unremarkable tick, the hinges of the rusted door keening in lurid protest as he strides over the threshold and peers at their final problem — a keypad, austere, silver in sheen — with a salient glimmer in his eyes.
❝ i suppose one could term this as casual breaking and entering, but given that these are the facilities of the port mafia, i sincerely doubt they’ll be reporting it to the police! now, they’ve almost certainly changed this combination since i last paid a visit. just let me inspect the wearing patterns on the keys, and we’ll be through in no time at all ~ ❞
“Ohh...”
That would explain a lot, given the current situation, and Kenji peered over his shoulder as Dazai did his toiling.
At least, he seemed to know what he was doing, so that was -- something, at least. He was rather curious as to how this all worked, and kept watching, since this was not exactly something he knew how to do.
If it were Kenji, he would’ve just broken the door down. But then, it would probably set off an alarm or something... Hm.
“How do you do that?” He tilted his head, gaze not towards Dazai himself, but whatever he was doing with his hands.
#unoxidize#( unfaltering ; ic )#kenji learns lockpicking 101#SFDHGKJD#trash man... take me to the land... so i can understand....why the fuck ur like this
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Lovecraft has a policy that when he is unsure what to do he should just mimic whatever the person confusing him is doing. They are people, know how to be people, so he can take a cue. As such, he raises his hand and offers a hesitant wave in response to the kid.
“Hello….”
The kid knows he’s Guild, and he doesn’t seem upset about running into him… ADA, then? Those ones are always more casual. “Ah…yes. I am Lovecraft.” Whichever question the ‘yes’ is answering is left vague.
He nods at the comment of rain. This is very much an enthusiastic kid, but it’s not hard to keep up with him. He’s like Ruth, sort of. A little familiar. That’s not hard to handle.
“Uhm. If you need help, okay..?”
It’s not difficult for strangers to rope Lovecraft into doing something. All they need to do is act determined enough about it– just as Kenji has proven. Sure, Lovecraft can follow along… alright.
The plants get their drinks of water, the grime gets to wash off -- rain could be bad if it was too much, but it hadn’t rained so frequently lately, so Kenji was quite pleased that it did now.
“Oh, okay! Lovecraft. I’m Kenji!” Smiling, smiling. He’s quite happy to have the company, too.
“The help would be very much appreciated, then!” Bouncing a little bit in his step. Well, some shopping was first on the list.
He did have the concept of money down enough for that, thank goodness.
Actually, Kenji was quite excited to go shopping with someone in the rain. He wondered how different the city would be, if at all!
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copygunner:
Oh, right, they were supposed to do that, weren’t they? It was polite and a good showing of manners - things humans were incredibly fond of. Oh well, at least the other wasn’t angry about it or anything. So, extending their own hand, Axl shook Kenji’s as carefully as they could ( not wanting to accidentally harm him ).
“The name’s Axl, and where I’m from humans aren’t usually so polite to folks like me.”
Rather, the majority of them were either afraid or outright disrespectful, only the occasional child being nice and curious. But those were often quickly pulled away by paranoid elders. But at this point, the gunner didn’t really care about that anymore.
Pulling their hand away, Axl gave the other a light tilt of the head of curiosity, much like a dog. “Ya know, people usually avoid me because they’re scared o’ me. So why aren’t you? I’m sure you know what I am.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Axl!” He beamed at the other, “Although, it isn’t nice to be impolite to anyone. I think they should be friendly and sincere regardless of who its to! It’s mean to judge people just ‘cause they’re different...”
That said, Kenji couldn’t say he was familiar with this particular kind of person or their persecution. Maybe it was because he came from a tiny village.
The city was so interesting!
“Mm, I don’t know what you mean by that though. I’m not afraid of you! You’re a person, regardless of who or what you are. You should be treated with the same politeness as anyone else! That’s what I think, anyway... Is that really that strange?”
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