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coffee for a tired boy

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ACE DETECTIVES!

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maliiik:

No wonder why he was told to be extra careful around this guy. He does not beat around the bush. Thankfully, this Alibaba of the Phantom Thieves texted him and informed him about how Akechi tend to …operate, but it’s his own judgment and skills to escape his interrogation. Even Inigo cautioned him about the ace detective. 

“A relatable example.”

Damage huh. How bold is this pipsqueak to so implicitly tries to threaten him? If he had not this job for years, this might be brushed over his head but this kind of tone and excellent acting, things he often saw in his line of duty.  

“Aren’t ALL humans corrupt at some point? If you think about it, we all strive after things–surely you as well, Detective. What I believe does not make any difference to your investigation.”

He had seen many different looks in the past years directed at him. Adoration, pure unadulterated fear, and the one on Chrom’s face now - defiance. Though he loved the adoration, there were times, just like now where he saw a fighting spirit and decided, oh I like this one better.

“Oh, but I strive towards justice and facts. There are few things in the world that are purer then the the truth after all. I suppose someone working in security would be privy to humanity’s corruption. Desires, goals it could make anyone act irrationally. Just like hiding criminals when you believe them to be innocent. Personal feelings, they get in the way don’t they? ”

“  So you see, your opinion is quite important. How we see things, how the general public sees things - it all makes a difference. Someone out there knows something. If anything at least humor a learning student - ? It’s always nice to learn something new from those wiser, don’t you think - ? ”

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✄ (I'M LATE HHDKLD)

✄: Creativity or Talent

“Oh, well that’s quite a difficult question. One may say creativity takes talent, and talent takes creativity.”

Images of the meta verse flash in his brain. A bullet piercing through the skull of his opponents, a spray of red, clever words to “solve” cases. Though he may be cursed and worthless, he possessed an abundance of creativity - enough to fool the world that his mask was skin, and that oh so pleasant face was so much more then a scam.

“Choosing one - I would have to say creativity. With creativity you can certainly fake talent, but it’ll never work the other way around.” He laughs, softly, an after thought - “I do hope I don’t sound like a criminal when I say that. Of course, both are equally important. ”

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                                     your version of good is not absolute                                         it’s vain, arrogant, sentimental

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Akechi was…different from other high-schoolers, that was for sure. He was probably more versed in etiquette than half the station, taking politeness above simply using more formal Japanese. So Riku shook his outstretched hand, doing things the western way.

There was something about Akechi, however, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was something he couldn’t see yet, but strangely it didn’t put Riku off, so he decided to keep it in the back of his head.

“Looks like we’re both caught up. And no, for now I need a break from those files. It’s time to get on the scene,” Riku said, giving his partner a small smile.

“Another train driver off the rails,” he paused, not having meant to make the pun. “We’re investigating the tracks, so my job is to get any psychic impression I can.” The walk wasn’t too long, so they arrived there with much time to spare.

A short handshake, hands entangled for the briefest of moments, unfaltering in his pleasantries, he betrays not a single internal thought. He hadn’t a reason to dislike him ( oh but he already did ) - psychic powers. He would scoff at the thought, but considering what he did in his own spare time - perhaps it wasn’t as odd as it seemed. There was little stranger than the meta verse and demonic creatures from legends clawing from the depths of cognition.

Hopefully all this psychic talk was ineffective as he hoped.

Picking up his suitcase, signature A. on the case, “Ah, a man of action then is it? Fantastic, I’m quite similar in that aspect. The train station isn’t too far we can head there now.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, psychic impression - how does it work? I find myself quite interested. ”

Partners//closed RP with justicecarded

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I’m not dead I promise ;_; I have just not been in an Akechi mood but I will get to replies soon. Sorry for not replying to direct messages either I don’t actually know what’s wrong with me?? BUT I AM ALIVE AND WELL AND THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL!!!

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captain ? check. sword user ? check. floof hair ? check. same clothes when they were seven and when they’re seventeen ? check. no sense of direction ? check. a talent for being where danger appears ? check. cares more about the girl they share life with and the lizard dragon they grew up with than themself ? DOUBLE CHECK.

indie blog for GRANBLUE FANTASY’s player-character GRAN, cried over by ur local swede & heavily mixed between game, manga & anime

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MUSE AESTHETICS: LYRICS EDITION.

Bold what applies to your muse, repost, don’t reblog!

tagged by : @heartseekingfreedom  (thank you pal *v*)/) tagging : @foolcarded  @daiyonokensha / @renegade-xviii  @infraggilis / @toestalucia @stjarnfaii / @maliiik

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours. | i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you. | you want the real story? you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. | i don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean, baby! | she will have her way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! | why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. | we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin. | practically all is nearly forgiven. | black words slipping off my tongue. | couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned. | desolate in anger and safe in isolation. | do you feel the pressure? | i wanna be forgiven. | spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics. | how i needed you when i needed you. | history has been cruel. | do you see what i see? | is there anybody in there? | i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. | we may never meet again, so shed your skin and let’s get started. | every day i love you less and less. | there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss.

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Tap, tap, tap, his fingers tick against his own arm, crossed now - has the game begun? It’s rather fitting, isn’t it, a detective to pry into the man so proud of his own security. It would be fun if the Phantom Thieves weren’t so annoying. The amiability in his voice does not falter nor does the welcoming smile as he laughs softly - a gesture as if he appreciated the man’s clever words. 

“Ah, the nuances of language I suppose we could define support in many ways.”

“Just as we can define interest and DAMAGE.” Oh yes, damage could come in many forms. Akechi wouldn’t want to threaten anyone so early in their conversation, but he reckoned if a detective’s comment on television became, let’s say - ‘oh I find this system to be lacking in many areas’ it would indeed do DAMAGE. ( - but that was another lovely conversation for another day.)

“Well Sir, I can’t fault you for being careful. You know they say The Phantom Thieves only target the corrupt of heart. Are you inclined to believe that?”

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heartseekingfreedom:

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“So you’re Akechi-kun, huh?” Riku asked amiably. “The whole department’s been talking about you.”

He was actually pretty excited that he’d been assigned to work with Goro Akechi on this case; his curiosity about the kid was reaching a tipping point. Well, Riku probably shouldn’t have been calling him a kid since he was only a couple years older than Akechi, himself.

The only reason Riku had been hired so young was because he was a “psychic detective.” No one had to know his “psychic” information came from the Metaverse.

Riku joining the department wasn’t publicized like Akechi, and Shirogane several prefectures over.

I wonder if they stuck us together because we’re around the same age, he thought.

“I know you haven’t had time to meet everyone on the force in this jurisdiction yet, but as you’ve been briefed, I’m Riku Yamashiro–just Riku’s fine–the psychic detective. The two of us together will determine if we have another mental shutdown case on our hands or something else entirely.”

There were perks of being young and exceptionally clever, a monopoly on the spotlight was one and the constant underestimation from his older contacts. It was true he could work well with others, smiles and polite pleasantries - it was easy enough with Sae, but she was easy to fool when she became focused and so narrow-sighted in her adult ways.

New people had the tendency to put him on edge, a proverbial wild card to deal with.

“Yamashiro, oh excuse me, Riku. It’s quite nice to meet you. ” He extends his arm for a handshake (best to make a trustworthy first meeting.)

“It’ll be refreshing to have a new set of eyes on this case. It seems to have stumped quite a few of us. I’m inclined to believe it was a mental shutdown, but I’ve been give quite the number of counter-theories. Ah, listen to me ramble; the files are just next door I’m sure you’d like to take a look at them yourself.”

Partners//closed RP with justicecarded

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The words bring a shiver down his spine. He was always fond of the pure, driven, hero-like aspects of Akira, but it was also true that he thrived in seeing the parts of his peer that lived in the shadows. Keeping a secret from his lovely friends? How delightful! it makes the lingering darkness in his own heart excited, for if he could never be like Akira, perhaps he could make the boy more like him. 

The raging throes of madness are placated as soon as Akechi realizes - he trusts me.

“A true connoisseur of words aren’t you - ” and he can’t help but to laugh. Of all the things that change it seems Akira would always move between identities as quickly and effiencitly as taking off a mask. Just moments ago were they not wallowing in their own tarnished identities?

“With an offer like that I’m afraid you won’t be able to get rid of me. I hope you don’t come to regret this. If this is the game we’re playing - well then how about we rewind time a bit. One house blend, I hope the flavor hasn’t changed. Leblanc was always my favorite.”

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✖: Hurt or Be Hurt

“Ideally neither - but that wasn’t the question was it?” 

LIES. LIES. LIES.

He had been hurt enough for a life time, he much rather curl his fingers around the trigger and pull. Explosion of brains and a spray of red, what did it matter if it wasn’t his own?

“I would have to say be hurt. I couldn’t possibly call myself an agent of the law if I willingly hurt someone innocent.”

He laughs, a joke on the tip of his tongue, as always , to remove the tension. “Of course I would have to bring the evidence and have them prosecuted to the full extent of the law afterwards.”

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Our choices are revealing...

Make my muse choose!

♕: Power or Peace

✄: Creativity or Talent

✿: Rest or Play

☄: Strength or Intelligence

❊: Wealth or Ambition

☢: Freedom or Safety

✚: Faith or Fearlessness

♥: Family or Friends

✖: Hurt or Be Hurt

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                                                      he  𝓵 𝓸 𝓷 𝓰 𝒆 𝓭  only                                                          to make the ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ                                                             as ＢＲＯＫＥＮ                                                                  as ʜᴇ was.

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I want, I want. I want.

What I can’t have. 

Clearly. How irony seeps into every unearthed crack in his world weary bones and now he can see, he can see better than ever. Goro Akechi, the foundation of his own sufferings and end gift of true tyranny. A boy reaped of all he ever was and ever would be. Tragic tales spun their own tragic ends ( o’ fortuna, the spin of her wheel ever so cruel ) leaving them true gambits of fate.

He expects another silvered twist of that all too intelligent tongue ( another wind to the masses that no longer barked for justice at his heels, another hold of the gun to his head - show him how his justice dies with a bang ) cleverly wrapped in venom that concealed his rotten heart.

…. but all that follows his once steady convictions is the wistful cry of silence and the rebel within ( powers or no powers, never would he deny the steadfast rebellion of his heart ) refuses to let that voice die. He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t. He does. For too long had the world clipped their vocal cords simply to appease masses and their minds corrupt. If Akechi could no longer speak then he would.

“I want you here. To stay with me. I don’t care what anyone thinks. The whispers about me never stopped, who’s to say they ever will?

STAY.

Of the people who knew of his past deeds, the great infinite sum of zero had wanted to be anywhere near him. There were those who wanted him close, enamored by his status, and the others who found him to be a useful tool. It never seemed to matter, he would take the superficial adoration of fans, and the tense relationship between employers until the moment they were no longer useful to his own goals. 

When Akira says it, stay with me - the universe pauses, and it makes all the difference, so much that he wants to carve the date into the stars as if to mark a day where he mattered, even if it was to a single person.

It worries him for a moment that Akira may be rebelling against common sense of all things. Allowing a curse, even if it took the form of a young man with a predilection to toy guns and heroes, was inviting ruin into whatever semblance of life Akira had built for himself. It would be simple to fall into old patterns, to bring devastation upon Akira. With a blink, and a pause - Akechi wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do, bare his fangs like a cornered animal or roll over and die. 

It was illogical, and irrational to categorize every situation into hurt or be hurt, but the request of stay feels heavy, constricting and Akechi feels danger; danger of getting to close to anything, and the danger of caring. Thoughts of the boy he cruelly called attic trash made him feel a pensive loneliness, so deeply felt that he wanted to be close to the delinquent turned hero and back again to common citizen, to live in his bones and breathe each breath - it was all rather abnormal - but they always did meet on the road less traveled.

“ I find myself at an impasse, Akira - but I lack the will to say no to you. This arrangement, as always, leaves me baffled. I don’t have a clue on what you’re thinking, ”

“ - but if it’s what you want, I owe you a great deal. Though,I can’t imagine any of your happy little group will be pleased with your choice.”

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finished my Akechi print~ this will be available at AX 2017!