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[kisstheshslcook]

✏️ If you want to!

🖌 || @luminaryblood

I would die for these boots

[distancedisowned]

The Cursed Puppet: Karakuri.

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This was terrible! Horrible!! Stomach churning!!! The thought of hurting a friend; someone she cared about so much and who cared about her. It made Karakuri sick to her stomach.

But Orders Were Orders and she had been told by Kokichi that she needed to attack Kaito Momota and have him fight back, no matter what. The Villain was sending out another lackey- his personal puppet- out as the next boss and she wondered if he could see the panic behind the stoic face she’d put on after he was given her the mission. The smallest wondered if he was confused by the request to make the ‘necessary preparations.’ Did anything she did confuse him, anymore?

Nevertheless, preparations were simple: Steal a couple things, transport her speakers to a location she’d fund and choose a theme and routine, as well as the persona she’d dawn. If there was one thing she’d learned from Kokichi, it was that you committed to the roles you played. No matter what.

Once everything was ready, she shot her friend a message:

[Sent to; Kaito Momota:] Hey, meet me at the front gates, we’re going on a late-night adventure! There’s someplace I wanna show ya! C’mon!

[clowndictator]

@luminaryblood is : ))))

“You shouldn’t want to be friends with my people.”

“And don’t you dare lie to me. Karakuri was hanging out with you in the dining hall. I saw her curled up in the chair next to you. She’s already pledged loyalty to me.” And more… He wanted to believe he wasn’t possessive, but the thought of some dumbass hero warming up to the girl he won over actually got Kokichi legitimately angry.

“Ryuta?”

…

“You know his name?! What the fuck… are you trying to pull?”

[feebledetective]

Ψ

|| Questions for the mun, but my muse will answer… || Accepting!!

Ψ  An old photo of you (or with you in it) and what was happening in it. 

– “Eh-ehm…Well…” 

“…Need I say more..? This is…Dove in her natural habitat…” –

[ahogedetective]

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{ 📂Lil Headcannons!! }

When I was looking at some of Shuichi’s favorite free time gifts, one of them was a teddy bear. And that was honestly something I didn’t expect, but now it got me wondering: maybe Shuichi secretly has a weak spot for cute things? :3c

Maybe in his room, he secretly has one that he keeps on his dresser, but hides it if he has company over because he would probably be embarrassed if someone knew he liked teddy bears and other cute plushies in general, sjdnjsnjdcns

[dicegiveslies-blog]

@luminaryblood from here

“Aww~ Guess I have to actually use my knowledge then~ “ Anya smiles, thinking for a few moments before continuing. “Is that the Helix Nebula I'm currently observing, Oh sorry...that's your eyes~”

[glitchy-aus]

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“EVERYONE HIT THE DECK!  IT’S GONNA BLOW!!”  

Not exactly the best thing to hear near the science labs.  Before much could be done, whatever it was exploded and flying through a door was a kid with goggles on covered in green goop.  Faintly smelled of sulfur.

[falskhed]

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Of course being grabby was necessary. Most people wouldn’t notice the occultist right away, mainly because of his height, something that’s kind of irked him over the years. His hands then moved to grab hold of one of Kaito’s to start pulling him along. Not that the other needed any extra motivation.

Though, overall, Ouma was mildly surprised the taller male accepted his request; he knew of the other’s dislike of his talent. He couldn’t love space that much he didn’t care who he spent time with in that regard?

“Well, let’s go! I wanna see ‘em. Maybe the stars switched up today...”

[lxckyinsxnity-a]

♗ if you want!

EYYY SAMMY! It’s totally ok! I hope these are to your liking.

[mosquitodictator]

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“Wait, you’re not Kaito... why did you say ‘yeah’..? Uh...” Kokichi visibly shook as he stepped back as well. “I... I’m Kokichi Oma...”

[distancedisowned]

* So, @luminaryblood and I were talking about a Legend of Zelda; Breath of the Wild AU and came to the conclusion that Kaito would be a Rito-raised Hylian who believes himself to be the Chosen Hero or a descendant of Link, the Hylian Champion. * So, naturally when I have an idea I love, I draw it. * Have the BOTW!Kaito I drew for her; I made some alterations with color since the pieces of the Snowquill outfit I used had a lot of red and this boy deserved something a little more personalised. * I also somehow to make his bullshit hair even more feathery and bullshit, you’re welcome.

[clowndictator]

Everyone in Shared HPA verse: Do stuff in the group verse ashe Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Sammy: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Everyone in Shared HPA verse: For fcks sake 

[artisticvesscl-a]

//Pretty general question, but what draws you to Angie as a muse?

ask me questions about myself, my muse, or my preferences!//accepting!

((ok, so you probably have heard @tulpacest ‘s explanation on what tulpas are. Well, I came to the conclusion that I developed one by “accident” out of loneliness ever since high school, which brought me to think I was insane. Which, in a way, I am. :) ))But THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT. I admit, that Angie was in a similar situation and turned to her God as if it was the only thing she has, so I’m like “ oh worm,, what else does she have to her character?”And then I found out she’s fucked up. Thanks Kodaka, I’ll run with it.I learned to love how  incredibly misunderstood she is, just because she’s so accustomed to bad things from her island. While MOST of these things are still bad, you have to think that on her islands standards, its okay, and she was never taught, “No, that’s a bad thing.”It makes me think  about what is considered ethical and reasonable, and to who’s standards we are living by, and how cultural diffusion had caused the world to have foundation on similar morals.because of how isolated Angie’s island is, they don’t get that. They evolved on their own.At least, that’s what drew me to play Angie this way, anyway.in the end, I play angie cause not only is she morally grey, she’s always upbeat and cheerful. We can all use an Angie in our lives, outside of being morally grey I mean.))

[ahogedetective]

You take off your shoes to realize your socks are two different colors! What do you do?

{ Mystery Dungeon Quiz Questions } 

“I would honestly feel like an idiot...and then laugh. Hopefully I would notice before I head out, so I can change one of them. But, if I noticed after I already left the house; ...then I will hope no one notices or I will especially feel stupid, then...”

“Thankfully, that hasn’t happened.” (”And I hope that won’t come with a ‘yet’.”)

[feebledetective]

@luminaryblood  replied to your post: – “…The shape of the Earth is round…?? Pass it...

"That’s my sidekick for ya! Shuuichi always knows what’s going on!”

-- "At least someone agrees with me...Thank you, M-Momota-san." --

[missinnocentscarlet-archived]

🎈

More Memories |ACCEPTING|

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🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

An exasperated sigh left the young student’s lips as she weaved through the students in the packed hallway, teenagers overflowing and jammed together like sardines, some of them smelling like such as well.  Still, she would rather have this fate than spend the day with her father.  Squeezing between two students blocking her path, she practically stumbled into her final class, one that she had nearly been dreading all day: art.  

Elective courses were always filled with rambunctious students that were only there for an easy A, nobody ever took them seriously.  She nearly groaned when her eyes landed on the only empty seat left, beside a boy mingling and laughing with other students.  He was older, taller, louder, and obnoxious in her mind.  Messy, untamed blonde hair covered one of his eyes, the one that was visible was a kaleidoscope of blues and greens that sparkled as his boisterous laugh e c h o e d in the large classroom.  Another sigh escaped her thin, pale lips as she sat beside the tall, blonde boy.  The assignment for the day was a simple still life, one her neighbor barely even begun by the end of the period as he was too busy laughing and blabbering nonsensical jokes and gaffs.  She tried to tune him out until the loud B A N G  of his hands slamming against her desk completely disrupted her work.  Nearly terrified, she looked up at the boy only to see a swirling m a n i a of excitement and giddiness in his eye as he leaned much closer to her, examining her sketch book.

“WHOA!! Yo this is really REALLY good!  I’ve never been able to draw this great in my life!”  

His voice was filled with hyper excitement, as if her work was the best he had ever seen.  She stared up in bewilderment, searching for anything in his expression that would hint at insincerity, before her eyes trailed back to the simple beginnings of a refined piece.  She had only placed a basic light outline of the objects and the darkest values in graphite, still, he praised it so highly.

“….Perhaps if you spent the class actually drawing instead of socializing, you would get better.”  

She closed her sketchbook with her cold reply, eyes flickering to the clock to see the seconds tick by.  Time running out before she would have to deal with her father again.  Despite this disdain and annoyance filling her voice with malice, his laugh again rang out as he leaned back away from her, turning his gaze to the ceiling.  

“Yeah, okay okay, you’ve got me there.  These classes just don’t teach you much about how to really draw, ya know?  The teachers slack off just as much as the students, so only those who really care actually improve.”  He tucked his hands behind his head, tilting his gaze towards her.  “Maybe you could teach me?  You’d make a FAR better teacher than most of these guys here.”

Tilting her head in return, she responded “I would only be willing to teach you if you put in the effort to learn.  Unlike many believe, this talent does not come naturally, but that means anyone can learn.”

He gave her a playful bow before announcing “Yes ma’am! I, Tristan, vow to be the best student you have ever taught.”

A smile crept onto her face, one she didn’t even try to hide.  “Considering you will be my only student thus far, that promise will be quite easy to keep.  My name is Scarlet.”

At the end of class, the two walked through the halls together, exchanging emails, before parting ways.  Tristan gave her a big, cheesy smile, one she had found obnoxious only an hour ago now made her feel at ease; she graciously returned his smile, waving goodbye at him until he was out of sight.  She looked through the pages of her sketchbook again, glancing at the page with a content sigh, before tucking the book back into her raggedy old messenger bag, and walking towards her father’s house.