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[prosopagn0sis-a]

　　　𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑜𝓅𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒪𝓈𝒾𝓈  —  private,  independent  and  mutuals only  study  of  discoveries  in  quantum  physics  with  military  inspired  themes  as  told  from  the  perspective  of  𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒,  an  original  character  fixated  on  curing  her  face  blindness  through  expierimental  science  and  not  medicine.  researched  and  analyzed  by  𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝒾𝑒  (it/its,  21+,  cest).

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[cryptidsncurios]

⛥ an independent, highly-selective and sporadic-activity multi-muse roleplay blog ⛥ formerly thefatalmarksman / areapermostcapricious / thecrimsonmonster

⛥ current muses: xigbar from kingdom hearts  (archive) kuja from final fantasy ix  (archive) zolf j. kimbley from the original fullmetal alchemist anime  (archive) murdoc niccals from the band gorillaz (NEW and IN PROGRESS!) --- but plans for more to be added!

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[gravesdept]

♡　＃　𓂃 Imagine you being vladimir makarovs right hand man — who he tolerates just a bit more than his other lapdogs, maybe he even lets you speak down to him, informs you on plans you have no business being in on, and lets you push his buttons.

everyone wonders whats just so special about the man whose always by makarovs side, he wonders so just as well as you both take hefty puffs off an old cigar that use to be stashed away in the back of his desk, its awfully hot in the room he thinks looking from the window back towards you who, well, is leaning just a couple inches astray from his face.

from this angle he cant see anything but the light at the end of the cigar, the room of his office fairly dark being only illuminated by light from the skyscrapers windows.

it takes a minute before you pass him back the almost dull blunt, it ends up sitting between his fingers for a bit as he trudges through his thoughts, “this situation is risky, boy, you know that righ’?” although he speaks clearly enough you cannot wrap your head around what he is implying

“not sure I understand.”

at that he puts the cig out on the desk resorting to just crossing his arms “this I mean, us, your not so subtle soldier.” he looks you dead in the eyes now, a look that youve seen men be killed for even witnessing.

its silent and almost peaceful in this small pocket of time “mm wasnt tryin’ to be subtle sir,, y’know pinning after you is no easy task.” you’d say jokingly if the man infront of you hadn’t killed many men whose ranks had rivaled yours in status, instead you stay quiet choosing to move all the bit closer to him in thought, hands resulting to rest in your jacket pockets.

“i could kill you, have you lit on fire for even thinkin such thoughts about me — yet you would just keep coming back, even offering to stand by my side like some kind of lacky in love.” he spits with just a hint of venomous tone “it repulses me even thinkin about it; hey, you fuckin’ in love with me solider?”

the scowl thats always reaching on his pretty face returns just once as he stands straight from leaning on the desk, hes still shorter than you and it only adds to his fuel.

“no m’not, hows that? was it satisfying enough for you?” a lie you half think about closing the distance between you two, but the metal that gets pressed up against your skull is enough assurance to halt the bare thought of movement.

his eyes search yours once more and before you know it your back is being pressed firmly against the desk.

maybe its the sensation from being high or just the adrenaline from this damn heat but you feel very obligated to wrap a hand around the hand thats holding up your ender, again its the post blunt high thats making you see things because his hand totally doesn’t falter when you touch it and it for sure doesn’t let you lower the gun either.

yeaaaa who laced the cigar because his facial expression isn’t in a scowl anymore its almost distraught watching you maneuver the gun to sit behind on the desk, his voice stoping you temporarily “not any further soldier, you’re messin w’ my fuckin head right now, and thats not what you want.”

the look you give him is deafening and its filled with something he cant source.

“what.. are you to decide what I want, are y’ afraid that i might break you?” you’re pushin it yet there it is again that same scowl just a bit deeper than before. its like your a fucking ticking bomb thats just wanting to explode “i'm jus’ waitin for your permission sir, to let me have you”

in another universe you might have been killed at the spot and brutally beaten until unrecognizable.

“do what you’ want, but you'd better make it damn good or i'll have to kill you.” he says backing up until his legs hit his office chair the sqeaking reminding the both of you where you just so happen to be at this hour.

but that is the last thing you’d have ever thought to hear from this oh so difficult man.

note ;; chat am I cookin even though this kind of out of charcter? ,, I keep blue balling cause I really cant write full fics but we getting there also requests will be opening soon, my messages are open right now if anyone wants to thirst tho.

[the-smart-and-the-dumb-one]

OPEN STARTER. Tw:mentions of su!cd3

You notice Finn walk out of the big house, looking more upset, and down than usual, he's wearing a necklace, that wasn't the unusual thing, the necklace had a safety pin on.

(I'll put what it means in tags)

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[veryfranticdame]

This probably doesn't make any sense but its cute okay!!! I like the idea of Hobie making DIY stuff as a love language to his friends!!!!

[haru-sagara]

Jabberwock's Captain, at your service!

An ask blog for Haru Sagara from Tokyo Debunker! Still here to clown around and have fun.

Run by @shiongenkai / Eset, who also runs @aii-staff-tani (an OC)! All likes / follows will come from that main blog as well!

Mun is 18+ and prefers partners to be the same. NSFW will be present but tagged (to the very best of my ability).

Multi-ship and open to shipping with everyone but staff basically! Prefer organic development but happy to chat it out in DMs too.

Mun is disabled and often low-energy, so asks and tags will be slow at times. Please be patient!! I appreciate everything I get, but it takes a while for me to get to it all. If you'd like me to reply to something and it's been a while, feel free to tag me again!!

OOC is marked with < These tags >! Assume everything else is in-character. I try to keep as close to canon as possible, but I will take liberties with Peekaboo / anomalous animal lore and so forth. Some traits of my Haru also come from the Japanese script of the game, so he's sort of a Mr. Worldwide amalgam...

I look forward to clowning around with you!

✨ And as always, live laugh peekaboo ✨

[askinsufferableprick]

if u wanna read in chronological order (browser only sry)

rules run by @insufferablemod

[official-alastor]

Well, hello there, you wayward sinner!

“I’m Alastor, the Radio Demon! You may have heard of me from my radio broadcast. I’ve decided to try something different, so here I am! Sinners, rejoice! What am I doing here, you ask? Well, it’s simple really! I’m here for entertainment. Mine, not yours of course. So, feel free to interact with me (at your peril) and we’ll see what entertainment can be had, yes? Oh, this will be fun.”

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PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING!!

Hello! I’m Grey (they/them), the mod of this blog. Please take a few moments to read this before you reply to any posts or submit any asks: • This is an 18+ blog. No minors please!

• Do not submit the same ask multiple times. I will get to every ask as soon as I possibly can. • Do not continue trying to do something if I ask you to stop. Like triggering behavior for instance. You will be blocked. But not before I inform you that what you’re doing is triggering and give you a chance to rectify the issue. Alastor does not like being touched!! If he tells you to stop, stop! Not only will it piss him off but you risk triggering me, the writer, and then you’ll just get blocked. • This is a shipper friendly blog! Don’t like? Don’t follow/interact. Do not expect him to reciprocate any romantic attachment! I only ship him with Lucifer and Vox. If you want ship RP, discuss it with me first!

• This blog is part of the Lutualverse RP group, though I am happy to RP/interact with others as well!

I really appreciate you being here (especially those here from the beginning!) and reading this far, thank you. ❤️

[raitrolling]

Cursed objects at the local artist collective that just reopened near my work

(if you clicked on the op of this post, hi i did not expect these to blow up and leave my little circle lmao: heres a link to the artist's etsy, and heres a link to the art collective's website. unfortunately the yaoi paddle earrings are not available online atm)

[howtoliveasahumanbeing]

Friend! ::D It's been a little bit! Is evertyhing going okay?

-@pinocchiopshakkin

Mhm… I got new clothes and learned how to dry hair… hair dryers are loud tho…

[ask-kas-n-lamp]

INFECTED!!!!!!!!! LAMPERT!!!!!!

VEEERRRRRRYYYYY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!!

What’s your relationship with each other, like are yall frenemies or are you enemies or are yall just chill?

not meant to be mean this is just the third and fourth ask weve gotten about infected and that has been the first thing stated on our pinned post the whole time and we genuinely cannot keep finding ways to address it in character

[kotaromita]

Open Thread

Kotaro's thin eyebrows twitch nervously in the dressing room mirror, conflicted seeing himself in the outfit suggested to him. The way it fit his body, the skin it showed—was it too much?

He had only recently started to experiment a little more with how he dressed, given he was pretty picky with the genre of street fashion he wore. Having someone else choose for him was a surefire way to get him wearing something outside that comfort zone. But seeing his exposed forearms and collarbones made him wary.

Even so, he felt obligated to show them how he looked given they'd given him their assistance in the first place. So he steps out from behind the curtain. "So, does it suit me?"

[yoshizawaviolet]

— ❝ One day at a time. ❞

✧ ADMIN. celeste (kroosluvr) / she/her / 23 / PST (but i'm pretty nocturnal)

✧ TATSUYA SUOU ASK/RP (@lonesingularity)

headcanon-based, canon-divergent at times, celeste's personal and beloved take on sumire yoshizawa! established july 17 2024.

all art posted or used as icons is either mine or from official persona media! please do not repost or use my art without permission!

please read my rules under the cut before following or interacting - we do not have to be mutuals to interact! ♡

no spoiler tags for p5r

open rp ✧ rp prompts ✧ all rp ✧ sumire musings ✧ art tag ✧ sumire answers ✧ verses

okay to respond to open rp, rp prompts, or musings whenever!

— ONE. my number 1 rule is absolutely no NSFW or R18 content. (even in AUs/timeskips.) aside from sumire being a minor, around age 15-16, i myself am not comfortable with that. i may also not interact with accounts that largely post nsfw/r18 stuff for my own comfort. please understand!!!  

— TWO. blood, violence is ok to a certain extent! but nothing crazy! i'll let you know if it's to an uncomfortable extent for me! 

— THREE. i may respond to asks/rp with art, but do not interact with me with expectations for art. if you even remotely tell me to draw something for you, i'll probably stop talking to you or block completely. (Vice versa, if you're an artist, please don't feel pressured to respond with art!!! <33)

— FOUR. this is my first time rping as a canon character, and running an rp/askblog at that! so, i'd like to restrict rp to persona series characters (and persona OCs) only for now. this might change later! the only mainline game i'm unfamiliar with is p1, and i haven't played strikers or finished tactica yet. 

— FIVE. i may not respond to your ask if 1) i can't think of a good answer 2) the ask is confusing 3) makes me uncomfortable 

— SIX. hopefully this is obvious but please no unsolicited flirting/overfamiliarity with the muse or admin, especially out-of-character.

OK !!! ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

sending asks about specific ships/leaning towards certain pairings, and feel free to specify if you'd like! "i.e. what do you like to do with x, what do you think about y?" as i am an avid sumire multishipper, basically any sumire x pthief or highschool-aged npc is valid! cross-persona series characters are also valid with chemistry! (so probably don't ask "what do you think about minato" as there's nothing to go off)

if we follow each other (reminder that i follow from kroosluvr!) honestly feel free to shoot a starter anytime, i don't mind at all! even multiple rps going at the same time are awesome!!! ^^

totally ok to drop a thread if you don't see it going anywhere or it's naturally come to a close! (though i think ending it with an [END] of sorts would be nice hehe

my sumire is bi demisexual! my favorite pairings for her are shusumi/shuakesumi poly/akesumi (my favorites! feel free to read here for more), kitasumi/violetfox, annsumi, sumitaba, ryusumi, and sumifumi!! but as mentioned, totally willing to rp/think/draw other ships!

NO !!! Σ(°ロ°)

probably no rp with other sumires, sorry - i just don't think i have ideas for that haha

please don't push headcanons or ships on me!

please don't dm me unless we've interacted before!! if there's any inquiries you have re: my art, commissions, please dm my main, kroosluvr.

please do not push me to answer your ask!!!!!! totally ok to nudge me if we're mid-rp though and its been 48~ hours!

do not use the icons that i make for sumire, as they're tailored to my depiction of sumire and therefore i don't want anyone else to use them.

thanks for reading! let's have fun! ♡

[lawlietscaramels]

Stupid ╾ L

WOAH FROM DEC 2023 AND FINALLY FINISHED!!!! YIPPEE!!!

you decide to drop in on L's work with a basket of homemade sweets and it does not go as expected.

reader is kind of stupid + L is kind of a dick. y/a is your alias. It switches from past to present tense near the end. I'm terrible at writing arguments or plot. 🫡

this is a longer one.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

Boring.

Boring, boring, boring.

You were stuck in a hotel room while L worked on something. He was being particularly cryptic about the case he was working on, more so than usual, and he hadn't texted you even a word in the past week or so. All you knew was that it was very dangerous, so much so that L had pushed his pride to the side for one minute (just the one, mind you) to outright plead that you stay on lockdown until he “figured a few things out.”

So here you were: in a big hotel room that you wished was smaller because it just reminded you L wasn't there.

And you. were. BORED.

Sighing as you rolled over to check your phone again, you groaned at the continued absence of any contact from L. You didn't think you were overly needy, though you were likely much much more so than L anticipated, but it wasn't too much to ask for the occasional confirmation he was still alive, right?

Maybe you'd drop in on him.

Yes, that was it! You knew where he was each week thanks to Watari, the wonderful old man, and surely if you knocked on the hotel door he'd open it at least long enough for you to give him a kiss hello. You did a little dance of delight and started preparing a basket of sweets to bring your boyfriend at his work.

The good thing about such an unnecessarily large hotel room was that it had a wonderful kitchen. Watari had been bringing you plenty of groceries, and as you enjoyed baking and could use it to pass the time, there were ample resources to create the desserts of L's dreams. Strawberry cheesecake with sweet white icing. Gingerbread men accompanied by marshmallow snowmen. L was always grumbling about sweets that they only made for holidays and never the rest of the year. A couple of assorted wrapped sweets and lollipops went in their own jar, tied up neatly with a gold ribbon and finished with a tag that read "sweets for my sweet." A little corny and over the top, sure, but perhaps it would soften L's seemingly stony cold exterior. And of course pastries too, croissants with chocolate melted all over them and caramel slice and scones with plentiful amounts of jam and cream.

Stepping back, you nodded, pleased at your creations. Another chunk of time fell away in the kitchen as you cleaned up the flour and bowls.

And then: off to L!

You took your basket with you, smiling stupidly wide all the way from your hotel room to the one L's staying in, a good half of the city away. Beaming, you threw open the door.

"Hello, Law—"

A hand was slammed against your mouth and L manhandled you into the wall, glaring. "You stupid idiot," he whispered, and your eyes chose that moment to meet the group of unfamiliar men scattered around the room.

...

Oh, no.

And you almost said his name. Your head dropped and you curled into yourself a little, heart beating fast and eyes downturned.

L let you down, gaze still cold, and turned back to the men.

You sighed and noted that your basket had fallen to the floor. Of course you had dropped it when he pinned you to the wall. Half of the sweets were ruined. "I thought you said I could come today," you told L's back.

"No, I said you couldn't come today." L turned back to give you another glare, then sighed. He never stays angry for long, or at least never stays hot headed about it. "I suppose it is in reason that you misheard. It was only the 'n't' that makes a difference and I do have a tendency to speak quietly. Very well, y/a. This is the Task Force: Aizawa, Ukita, Mogi..."

Greeting each of them with a small smile and nod, you wished you could just have an empty room and L. It had been a while. You had missed him. But no, here you had to stand, greeting these men in ties and suits.

They seemed nice enough, at least, but you really just wanted to melt into a puddle of shame thanks to their first impression of you.

L let you hang around for the rest of the day. You gave him the sweets which hadn't been ruined and went to work cleaning up the rest, and then moped, all of which took most of the time before the Task Force members began filing out the door, home to their families.

And then there you were.

Home with L.

He stared at you for a moment, his hands in his pockets, then spun around on a heel and hopped into his chair.

Back to work. Of course he was.

"Can we talk?"

"About what, y/a?" And he was still using your alias. For safety, sure, but also an emotional barrier between you. A veneer of professionalism, a clear wall of you are someone else that is hard to break through. "I do not want to get angry at you, and I'm not, but you have a tendency to say things that clash with what I see to be the truth if we—" two long fingers curling into quote marks— "'talk' after these situations." He turns so he can see you out of one eye, two fingers on his lip and one on his chin. "And I don't like being disagreed with."

You huff. "For one thing, that's a very unhealthy mindset."

L sighs and gives in to the fact this is happening, letting his fingers rest at the edge of the keyboard.

"For another, you can't just lock me up in a hotel and expect me to stay put every time you're working on a big case! You take a lot of big cases!" No, he doesn't do it all the time; he did THIS time, though, and you're suddenly realising just how pissed off you are.

"I'm not some pet or hopeless little child!" You spit the words. "Yeah, what I did today was stupid, but you're being stupid too!

"I hate it! I hate it! You can work and not lock me out! I don't need to see what you're doing or be in close quarters but at least let me know you're still alive once in a while! Or if you don't give a shit enough about me to do that, let me have control over my own fucking life! You don't have the right to tell me that I have to stay inside, have to use a burner phone, have to keep fifteen blocks away at a minimum! You don't have the right to do all that and then completely ignore me! You don't have the right!" And your voice is sore, now, but you're inhaling to keep going, keep screaming at the man you love, tell him how much you hate him how much he clearly hates you and should just leave already but–

"Are you done?" Static, cold.

You shut your mouth and sit down. Yes. You're done.

And L stands now, walks towards you. "Do you know why I do all that, yn? Why I insist you don't come near me while I work? Why I don't text you every morning on your personal phone? It's because this. Is. Dangerous." He is right above you now, staring down, blinking more than usual and eyelashes pressing down hard. Upset. "This is dangerous, do you understand? I could die. YOU COULD DIE."

"I," you say, and don't get any further.

"I don't want you to feel trapped, I don't want you to feel resentful and hateful and miserable." Or maybe he does. Maybe he does want you to run away, because you could die and he's terrible. L doesn't say that. "It's for your own good! It's for your own safety! It's because I'm scared you're going to die, yn, it's because I love you!"

He's screamed.

L never screams.

You stare at each other for a moment and L looks as shocked and scared with those wide panda eyes as you feel. A long long moment. He's biting his lip.

You reach your arms up and he hugs you suddenly and very very tightly.

"You're always using that to win arguments, you know," you mutter into his shoulder.

"Mm." L kisses you on the head. His eyes are closed, lips together and thin. He seems tired. He always seems tired. You need to talk. You need to find a balance, something healthy, something safe.

But not right now. You are tired too.

"...I love you too," you whisper.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

©lawlietscaramels. Do not repost on other sites, claim as your own work, edit, rewrite or “fix,” feed to AI or otherwise use unethically.

[nuzlight-mia]

If yer a pokepasta askblog blease reblog this I want to collect 'em all. This includes related blogs like command blogs! As long as the readers can interact in some fashion~

Even if I'm already following you please feel free so others can see this too! (I follow from my main blog as this is a side blog)

[dead-boy-detective-agency]

Hello.

My name is Edwin and I am a member of the Dead Boy Detective Agency. This agency was started in the 1990’s with me and my colleague Charles being the only members. Since then, we have collected more.

Because of this, Niko, one of our newer members, was insistent that we use the internet in order to “keep with the times.” After a vote, the majority of our members agreed.

We now have 8 members, so we have all decided that we would each put a signature at the bottom of each of our replies. These are listed below:

- Edwin

Charles (CR)

💎 Crystal

Niko (≧◡≦)

Cat King 🐾

<O Monty

Jenny 🟩

Night Nurse

Feel free to let us know if we can help with anything.

- Edwin

OOC HERE

Hi, i’m making this account because I love dead boy detectives, and I encourage you all to watch it if you haven’t already.

I will answer almost anything in or out of character, so please send me anything you want as long as it is respectful. i’m doing this for fun, but i do have an IRL life, so sometimes it might take me a hot minute to get to answering your asks, so please me patient with me!!!

Finally, please let me know if I need to tag anything i haven’t. i’m a silly lil goose so sometimes i forget or miss stuff.

thank you all!!!