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something something battle partners ft. my design for what if akechi got a new outfit w/ hereward as a whole character arc synthesis of conflicting parts of himself represented in his persona thing

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it is TIME

FOR MURDER

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meant to draw something else yesterday but I blacked out and suddenly gogo was there

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💭 + strawberry milk

goro keeps it 100. // accepting!

VIII. // "strawberry milk? it's a fine enough beverage. it's cute, it's sweet, and when made right, it's refreshing. i've seen it used in many trendy and aesthetic food blogs."

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it.

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VIII. // usually, goro isn't one to care much for the same-old, top-40 pop that filters through the shitty speakers of cafés. the people want what music they want, and goro's not one to complain when he can just listen to the jazz he's fond of on his phone if it gets bad enough.

on the other hand, perhaps some people aren't so lucky—and usually, goro would be sympathetic. this time, however, such a poor soul decides to make it his problem, and any sort of camaraderie he'd have flutters away on the wings of a startled butterfly. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something without considering the rest of the room, and takes a breath. while loki strains against his leash and muzzle, goro has enough restraint and recalls his forced-to-be-faint connection to gallant robin hood, the "pleasant boy" who should probably respond instead.

burgundy eyes flick over to the culprit of his own harshed vibes, and he cocks a slim brow. he's briefly intrigued by the quite-literally flaming head of teal hair this chick has, before he remembers that ah, this is probably the metaverse in some capacity, and therefore such a trait is more likely than he would consider. he steeples his gloved hands with a considerate hum, painting on a kind mask.

"well, i wouldn't know for sure, since i've never minded the music much, but perhaps it would be a good idea to ask one of the baristas," he responds. "what sort of music would you want playing instead?"

There was a particular mindset Ember needed to get into for her songwriting. Whatever sort of tone the song was supposed to have, she'd have her radio playing quietly in the background, always tuned back and forth between a few of her favorite rock stations. That alone would help her along, and when a song came on that really struck the mood she was going for, she’d really start blazing a trail through the lyrical process.

Of course, a couple decades has passed since she last had her radio even before she wound up here, and without a source of income she couldn’t get her hands on one. She’d stopped in this coffee shop after hearing the song it was playing through the door(not ordering anything since she didn’t need to), but once she’d started writing and the song ended, the tune that came on after didn’t jive at all with the previous one’s style- or her own tastes- and the one after that was even worse! She could hardly put a word to paper like this.

“Urgh, this is such barf!!” The last word was punctuated with a fist hitting the table, drawing the rather brief attention of a couple of customers and the barista. Her eyes flicked up to the nearest table and the man sitting there, a croissant and macchiato sitting in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy, you know if this place’ll take requests to switch stations? They had something good going on a couple songs ago ‘till this pop crap totally killed the vibe.”

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VIII. //     as the strange and horrid beasts try and lay claim to this city and the moon above, the unlocking of loki’s muzzle comes as a huge relief.  sure, he hates having to help, but he will if it means getting some much-needed stress relief into his routine.  

               he gladly dons his black mask, sending the moon mantis’ cronies into their own brief fits of insanity with his call of chaos; they claw at themselves and their teammates and the ground around them—anywhere except for goro himself.  this leaves them vulnerable and wide open to laevateinn after laevateinn, his jagged sword plunging past their exoskeletons and rending them asunder.  free at last to sow chaos as far as his eye can see, he leaps from corpse to corpse, commanding loki to take no prisoners.  

             this is his element.  this is where he belongs.  this is euphoria.

              and this is the case until something scampers under his foot, and he stumbles, cascading down the mountain of debris.  spitting out some dust and cursing under his breath, his eyes dart around for the culprit, and he finds a strange little monster cheering on top of the pile.  tiny yet wicked purple flames dance along its back, and its thick darker fur on its head almost clamps like a helmet—goro feels a little attacked on the fashion statement, but he looks on in confusion.

              “what the hell are you?” he asks himself, but he’s jolted out of his reverie by bladed limbs shooting out from the earth.  he dodges quickly, rolling back up into a fighting stance, and from his shadow leaps another form—this one of a gallant tokusatsu hero, who readies his bow.  “shoot them down!” he roars, and the figure rains white-hot bolts of pure, almighty magic.  the limbs twist and crack, and goro takes the opening to rush away to a better vantage point.  unfortunately for him, the little monster from before has other plans, rushing up to try and bite one of the scraps of chitin and throw it back at the emerging head of an insectoid monster.  the insectoid screeches at the tiny dragon-like being, and lunges forward to devour it...

              but it meets the end of goro’s blade instead.  ( perhaps he has grown soft.  he’ll mourn the loss of his cold heart later. )  he pushes back against the creature, even as it slashes him, until with one final grunt of effort, he beheads it from one jaw up.  still kneeling to protect the little thing, he hisses in pain, cursing the fact that he doesn’t have a medkit, nor a persona that can heal.  this will have to go low and slow.

              another voice calls to him, and he watches as a young woman rushes up to him, offering a hand.  he sits up a little straighter at her questioning, but he shakes his head.  no, nothing but his pride is hurt much at all.  “i’m fine, thank you,” he responds, standing up on his own.  “i’ve suffered far worse.  if you have disinfectant, i could use that.  and perhaps a net for this... thing.” he glowers down at the little monster, who’s taken to biting at his shoes.

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"Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" Despite her cold exterior, there's warmth and concern behind those mismatched hues. "Any longer and things could have ended up much worse." She says, a sigh of relief actually escaping from parted lips. She lower herself, a gloved hand extended for the younger male to take hold of her hand if he wishes and she'll help him up.

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alright, i've decided: this is goro's spiramonster! it doesn't have a name just yet, but it's a little spitfire.

its flames have a necrotic effect where it drains someone's vitality and health and replenishes a bit of the spiramonster's own! it can't see very well through its dense fur, but when it does spy something, it chases it with gusto!

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VIII. // sorry y'all, i've been really fuckin busy. i'm going to do replies asap—i know we have until the 1st to get stuff done regarding the event, but i'm trying to pick a proper spiramonster for goro.

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atonement

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goro sketches be upon ye :)

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@explosivedesire. // starter call.

VIII. //    "you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not."

of all the times for someone to listen in on his mutterings, of course it has to be now. his guard had fallen for just a moment as he assumed he was alone on this park bench, far off from other people and simply observing. there was no reason for anyone to come look at him, just a young man with a briefcase on a bench. loki had even stayed quiet.

so, his thoughts had drifted towards memories that plagued him—a boy with fluffy black hair and a biting wit, of his boldness at defending a group of vigilante thieves on microphone in front of a live studio audience, of his genuine attempts at companionship, even though he had to have known goro wasn't all he seemed...

then he recalled an artist with ice cold clarity and a dramatic flair, constantly framing the world around him to try and express the beauty, the vulgarity, the highs and lows of japanese life and beyond, one who had the gall to face him as an equal in this wretched city...

and he'd yearned. he'd felt his heart lurch with the painful, crushing loneliness, and for a moment, he had grit his teeth with a soft hiss. therefore, he responds by setting himself on straight and shoving those wretched feelings and vulnerabilities back down where they belonged.

and then a giggle breaks him out of whatever false hope he may have clung to that his outburst simply flew away on the air. soft brown hair jumps as his head whips behind him to see a strangely-dressed young woman, her face full of glee at hearing his demands to his own heart.

"can i help you?" he sneers. "or are you just going to laugh at me for no reason?"

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VIII. //     goro has to resist the urge to narrow his eyes, hackles raising an inch at the prying.  why does this fool want to know?  does he have a use for it?  or perhaps would goro have a use for him?  he’ll try the latter.  retaining his warm smile, he pretends to ponder.

              “well, it’s a bit hard to explain, so i’ll do my best.  the way i would describe robin hood is a manifestation of my desire to rebel against a cruel and unjust world, and search for the truth.  in mementos, there are creatures called shadows, beings that represent the malice hidden in all of us.  i fight them to maintain peace, just as i investigate crime in the material world to ensure that there is justice for everyone.” it’s not exactly untrue, but this cute little half-lie should suffice, he thinks.  besides, it’s a much better tune to sing than the idea of loki, a bitter and hateful creature bonded to him through mutual spite.

The more he went into further depth about how his world worked, the bigger picture that Indigo was able to make. The way they imagined it was as if there were portals that would allow for the supernatural events to unfold.

"Mementos....That's an interesting name for it."

They do seem interested in one thing though: "What is it that you summon exactly?"

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How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

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"do you seriously think you're above the rules" the stupid ones yeah