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wears a full suit because she can

[shironao]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[shironao]

“I will not wear that, ever again.”

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“You look lovely.”

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😢

Wordless

Self-discipline had always been a point of pride for Naoto. No matter the situation, no matter the time, she almost always kept a calm and level head. And yet, even she had her limits – and weaknesses. Family was a touchy subject. Her parents had died when she was so very young, and for most of her life, she had relied upon her grandfather to raise her and mold her into a detective to be proud of. She loved him dearly. But as she aged further and further into adulthood, so too did he.

He was old. Too old. His body had grown weaker, and after sustaining the physical trauma of an accident not unlike the one that claimed the lives of Naoto’s parents, his chances of growing even older had become very slim indeed. The timing was awkward. The crime scene still needed to be investigated, the evidence still needed to be found, and the perpetrator still needed to be brought to justice. And the call that she received tore her away, to the hospital where her grandfather rested.

She wasn’t able to see him. Not yet. Not while the doctors were still trying to save him. She felt so helpless in those stark white hallways, left alone with nothing but the nurse’s hesitant affirmations. She felt so scared, scared that she’d lose her family again, and be left all alone once more. Naoto found herself brought back to that horrible time in her childhood, to the little girl who wept and cried, begging in vain to see her parents again. And she could feel those emotions surging forth again.

Her breath hitched in her throat, those steely blue hues, often so stoic, shimmering with tears. Her visage quivered, her facade shattered, and her shoulders shook. She immediately brought a hand up to her face, trying in vain to conceal her sorrow, vain as the cries she made as a child. And then she felt it, that soft, sudden touch to her shuddering shoulders. Naoto tensed, whipping about and coming face-to-face with the lavender-haired detective that had been working alongside her on the case.

“Kirigiri-san–!” She choked, eyes wide. Had she followed her? What of the case? The police needed Kyouko’s expertise, surely. Why had she come? There were too many questions, and as another sob tore from her throat, the ‘Prince’ closed her eyes, covering her mouth and failing to conceal those few tears that streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t be seen like this, she had to be strong, she had to be in control, and yet, she couldn’t stop the emotions welling up in her breast. Her lips hung open, quivering as a shaky breath escaped her, that shielding hand rising to grip at her forehead, “I… I cannot focus on the case right now, please forgive me.”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[shironao]

>> Naoto looks stressed... >> ... >> Check on her? >   Yes >   No

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P5 Verse Info

v: seeking the phantoms

Five years have passed since the resolution of the Midnight Stage incident, and in that time, Naoto has found a new place for herself among the crowded backstreets of Shibuya in Tokyo. Business was steady, and life was largely peaceful… Until a new group of vigilantes calling themselves ‘phantom thieves’ started to cause a stir.

With Goro Akechi, often hailed as the ‘second coming of the Detective Prince’, also making more of a name for himself, the original Prince’s interest has been piqued. She quietly looks into both Goro and the Phantom Thieves between her own cases, and can eventually be encountered by Joker in Shibuya at night, investigating the rumors of mafia members extorting high-school students. ((lots more below the cut))

Keep reading

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"Shi~ro~ga~ne~chan!" Bella smiled and held her arms out to the detective. She was offering a hug, as she did quite often.

That lilt in the other’s voice was a familiar one, although it wasn’t Bella that she found herself reminded by. It was a certain idol by the name of Rise Kujikawa. She was always so eager to dote upon the detective; to share her affections with everyone she cared about, and over the years, Naoto had certainly grown accustomed to such forward behavior. She cocked her head slightly, allowing the slightest smile to tug at her delicate lips.

At least Bella had some restraint... Rise would have already captured her in a vice grip of a hug. Still, Naoto wasn’t entirely used to being the one to complete such motions... She took one step forward, and another, into the range of the redhead’s outstretched arms. They’d fall about her shoulders, surely... and so the azurette reached out, coiling her arms around the other woman’s waist. “Will this suffice, Arabella-san?”

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Acts of Affection

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

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Rebecca Ferguson -(MI 6: Rogue Nation)

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Alongside time exists fate, the bearer of cruelty

Pssst. Do you like AUs? Don’t lie, we all do! Do you like Persona? Specifically, Persona 5? It feels like everyone in the world loved Persona 5, and it brought tons of new fans to the series after stealing their hearts… Well, have I got a blog for you! 

Take Naoto Shirogane, everyone’s favorite smol detective from Persona 4… Add four or five years, move to Tokyo… AND BAM YOU GET THIS BLOG!

So, if you’re looking for an older, wiser, more confident Naoto traipsing about Tokyo and investigating those meddling kids Phantom Thieves, then this is the blog for you! Canon teenage Naoto is still a thing here too, of course. Give this post some love if you’d like to write with me, or if you just want to spread the word, and I’ll check you out! Many thanks~! ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ

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Naoto’s probably about 21 or 22 years old by the time P5 rolls around, so…

Platonic Naoto x Sae 

y/y

Romantic Naoto x Sae

y/y

Naoto befriending both Niijimas and offering Makoto advice Naoto helping Sae bear the burden of raising Makoto alone Naoto offering an ear whenever work is too much for Sae Naoto and Sae coming to respect and admire one another Naoto and Sae understanding each other’s struggles better than most Naoto comforting both sisters about their father Sae comforting Naoto about her parents and grandfather Sae getting along with the first Detective Prince better than the second

Naoto x Sae

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Raindrops keep falling on my head...

There she went again, lulled off to sleep by those distant, gentle rumbles of thunder, and the white noise created by the rain as it fell -- seemingly endlessly -- on the quiet backstreets of Shibuya. Her bed would have been a better place to slumber, certainly... But, any rest at all was welcome in the detective’s busy life. No good thing could last forever, however, and Naoto found herself jostled awake by the sound of someone knocking frantically on the door to her agency. 

She lifted her groggy head, barely processing the pillow that was the notebook on her desk, before rising. The woman stumbled slightly -- a headrush from standing too quickly -- but composed herself and glided through her office and into the lobby. A few flashes of distant lightning illuminated the room, and another rumble of thunder, louder this time. Naoto was alone; her assistant had already left for the night. The knocking continued, and finally, the woman unlatched the door, allowing it to spring open to reveal a familiar face.

“Arabella-san..!?” Naoto’s hair was tussled, her steely eyes still heavy with sleep. But she was coherent enough to question what on earth the jeweler was doing out so late -- and during a rainstorm, no less! She looked positively miserable, and soaked to the bone... Questions could wait. The detective exhaled as she ushered Bella inside, before quickly ducking into the restroom and retrieving a large, navy-blue towel. Returning just as quickly, Naoto was quick to drape the towel about the redhead’s shoulders, rubbing her arms through it and dabbing at her face and hair. 

Was she alright..? They had visited one another on occasion, but to come so late during a storm concerned Naoto. Her hands lingered upon the other’s shoulders, steely blues watching her facial expressions, piercing, analyzing. The detective was stoic as always, yet her eyes were twinkling just-so with worry and curiosity. She started to guide the other towards the restroom, hands never leaving those shoulders, “You may catch a cold like this... Please, dry yourself in here. I will fetch a change of clothes for you.”

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By: Milka | maw_reads

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Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.

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“Do I seem... intimidating?”