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did you know in yusuke’s concept art he had long hair in a little side braid. did you know the idea of it makes me Feel Things

the last pic is a HUNDRED YEARS OLD but i forgot to ever post it here?! the first two were anime debut hype lol

#{ Self Portrait } #{ Sassy Lost Child }

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Hands him a jagariko. Fox boy deserves a jagariko.

Where this was from he couldn’t say. The dusty outer layer might have been poison and the artist wouldn’t have cared in the slightest at this point. 

His actions were purely mechanical. From popping the flimsy top to quickly picking singular pieces free everything was done with production line efficiency. As his slender fingertips began prying singular rods free, one after another, it became evident just what sort of beast had been awoken. Like locusts he descended upon the salty goodness, and there would be nothing left in his wake.

The apocalypse had been summoned, and the horseman of famine was already at work.

#I TAKE A POTATO CHIP #AND I EAT IT #batomotif

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I wanna show you my true form

#Time to st-t-t-t-starve #{ Self Portrait }

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My apologies, anonymous, I did not get the opportunity to see your art. The response was… Overwhelming. My friends who did see it seem to be rather interested in knowing where you live, however…. Perhaps they’re looking to request for a commission? ✨

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@askgoroakechi​ @askmissjoker​ @ask-the-fluffiest-thief​

#{ self portrait }

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haruism:

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An invitation from their eccentric artist was not to be ignored, and Haru specifically cleared her afternoon for this. While she was not the trained eye that Yusuke was when it came to sculptures or paintings, she certainly could appreciate a museum on a Sunday afternoon, and in good company at that. She just hoped that her lack of experience would not be thought too unkindly of. 

The girl can’t help but break out in a broad smile at her greeting, knowing that he was in high spirits. There was nothing like watching Yusuke get sucked into the fine details of brush strokes or composition. Perhaps she would invite him out in turn next time - the planetarium was showing some of her favorite presentations about constellations. 

“Yusuke-kun, I’ve already told you that you may refer to me as Haru.” There’s laughter there, a slight teasing tone at his overly formal way of addressing her. My, how odd it was to be the more informal one for once! “I am more then happy to accompany you. It is not often I get an invitation such as this.”

In truth, with her connections she could of easily partaken in the event and gotten tickets for everyone, but the pride he was showing while brandishing his prize towards her was endearing. 

“I must admit, I am not that familiar with the artists in this show. I am going to have to rely on your expertise, if you do not mind.” She falls into stride along side the taller man, eyes bright as they head towards the museum. “Have you any pieces in this show, or is this merely a visit for the sake of pleasure?”

“But of course, Haru-...san.”

The taps of feet on sidewalk pavement occupied a section of the conversation. Much like their personalities in that moment Yusuke took eager strides of firm footings, whereas Haru’s feet seemed to timidly and gracefully match his in their own way.

“Sadly I must admit that I don’t have a personal investment in this showing. Our leader may be assisting me in rehabilitating my muse, but I am still skittish about further scrutiny at this point and time.” Surprisingly candid, Yusuke had come to accept that his life wasn’t entirely decided by when his next showing was. It didn’t hurt that he could only assume the pieces on display would make it painfully obvious that he was not of similar caliber. At least not yet. 

The interior to the exhibit was far grander a sight than compared to the exterior, Elegance, pomp, and splendor was on display on every wall and hanging from each of the raised ceilings. the various levels, railings and all, hung above the main hallway making the already impressive sights all the more expansive. Yusuke handed the ticket taker their tickets and gently guided Haru with a hand on her back deeper inward, but despite the procedures their eyes were glued to frames which were more than a hundred feet away. The marble floors carried them onward. Yusuke walked with guided steps, his knowledge of the place giving his guest a decidedly guided experience as he made his way toward the more interesting pieces. He could be likened to a man possessed, if it weren’t for his attention to keep his company in step with him. 

His passions were restrained momentarily as he maintained composure and refused to bounce from display to display like a kid at a candy store.

“The sections are separated first by the prevailing styles, and second by the artists themselves. To think that some have multiple pieces to show! Oh this truly is a world apart. Over here are the modern realists, and across the way are those delving into a brand of futurism.  Oh and here! This artist made frequent visits to Master Madarame’s home. Impressive to see the turns he’s taken since then!”

With his voice’s ever increasing speed and excited tones, it was clear something was going to need to put a pause on the boy. The mention of his former master was enough to cause his pace to stumble and for his attention to be drawn to something other than the ever expansive art world before him. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’ve gotten away from myself. Is there somewhere you’d like to explore first?” As his attention turned toward Haru a stumbling, quivering tempo returned to his voice. Human interaction was still far shakier than excited quips on expressionists and impressionists.

Rogues’ Gallery

#thread - Rogues' Gallery #haruism #One hundred years later

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haruism:

#I mean #He’s not wrong #Also: Know what kind of music they play in the Dead Parent’s Club? #Empty House Music 

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“At least I remember what mine look like.”

“Most people would delete that press conference off their DVR, you know.”

#If you want he can paint you a portrait of him #It will be a masterpiece #'Dick-sire'

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haruism:

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“Dead parents club.”

“Yes, but mine was a good person.”

#I mean #He's not wrong #Also: Know what kind of music they play in the Dead Parent's Club? #Empty House Music

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haruism:

Your mom is clickbait

“My mom is dad.”

#Who knew yusuke's mother and Minako had something so in common!

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Yusuke Kitagawa

#{ Self Portrait } #{ Pastel Panther } #AU where Yusuke has 0 ability for art but everyone still has to keep up appearances that he's an artistic genius. #nsfw

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#{ Self Portrait } #Awww crap I forgot food money! #In other words the problem with going to the dealer room before going to the food court

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喜多川くんと春ちゃんケミストリーがとても良い！ＣＰになって欲しいな〜 by Lovechro.

※Permission to upload this was given by artist. Do not reprint to another website without artist’s permission. Please support the artist by favoriting and retweeting the artwork.  

#{ Self Portrait } #{ Noir Naturalism }

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#{ Self Portrait }

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When you’re suddenly waylaid by a roving gang of best girls.

#{ ooc } #Was actually super lucky to stumble on such great cosplayers #Will have to try and complete the set tomorrow

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#{ Phantom Palette } #{ Self Portrait }

[korinari]

Send 'I want a baby' to see how my muse reacts

Or send ‘You want a what?’ for my muse’s reaction after having told yours the same.

#{ Ask Meme } #Getting to some replies sometime this weekend #sorry for the slowness!

[korinari]

"Yusuke-kun, do you have a favorite color you like to paint with?"

“I don’t often think of it. Paint is a medium for a thought, an expression. I fear playing favoritism may end up coloring myself in an unfavorable light.”

“But nonetheless I do catch myself tempted far too often to add splashes of red to my works. I cannot in good conscious always work with it, but it is where my mind goes when I need to evaluate what a piece needs. Perhaps this means I have a need to explode on my viewer’s gaze, or... maybe I’ve just grown far too used to the sight of cutting shadows down.”

#Oh hello sweetheart #I see you're fighting sleep~ #haruism

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👏✋

Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair 

✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 

   No matter how comfortable the band of thieves grew into their metaverse abilities, there was never a time to get acclimated with the entire world around you falling apart. The treasure stolen, the owner reformed, everything always felt so uplifting until the ground began to crack and reality seemed to split. By now the thieves knew that an exit was necessary, but the ephemeral nature of their powers at this point and time always made an escape a hair raising experience.

   Yusuke kept himself toward the back of the pack, the lot of thieves content to leaving Joker at the fore with Morgana as his GPS. His speed wasn’t an issue, but as the bricks gave way under his feet the entire escape had a flighty feel to it, as if walking on air itself. Each tap of his feet propelled him forward moments before the corridor gave way into the hungry abyss behind them. On one end, a black hole of cognition, and ahead a bright exit which lead to salvation.

   Yusuke’s eyes grew transfixed on the golden exit, the sight of the real world slowly coming into view. It was only when the road to salvation quickly began to gain latitude that panic set in and he was forced to witness the reality of his situation. The bricks had finally given way. 

   He could see ahead of him the path crumbling down just before the doorway which still held firm. Eyes wide with panic and fear the last thing his body could muster was to shoot his arm forward, as if he could project himself the last few feet by pure willpower alone. Time slowed down as his hand spread out and his fingers crawled through the air for salvation. 

   Just as his body began to sink further a massive tug held Yusuke suspended, his hand still a few inches from the base of the corridor’s exit. 

   Adrenaline took over in that moment and the fox gripped for whatever he could to leverage himself higher. His slender frame lacked the excessive strength that he’d had mere minutes earlier. What he now knew was a hand grasping his own aided in his own efforts, a struggling tug upwards as he fought for every inch of progress he made before springing himself over the threshold and allowing his body to collapse outside in the real world.

   Chests heaved and pained sighs filled the sidewalk as the collection of thieves all nursed wounds both physical and mental. Yusuke’s body felt as if it’s entire energy reserves had been depleted, unable to move even an inch of his body. Despite this, he was certain that he was still in one piece. Slowly, as minutes passed and the thieves individually began to shift and compose themselves, Yusuke joined the others in moving his body and sitting upright.

   It was only in this moment that he realized he still held firm the grasp on the hand which had saved him. The gloves which separated them had long since dissolved, a simple softness welcoming Yusuke back into their rightful existence. Physical contact, however, was not one of Yusuke’s strong suits, however, leading to an even deeper emotional pain than facing one’s own death.

“Makoto-san! Excuse my rudeness!” The weakened fox sputtered out before tugging his hand away and assuming a proper bow on his knees. “It appears I owe you my life, my Queen.” It was about time he’d gotten a chance to play off of her code name, but the sincerity in his voice made the distinction difficult even to himself. At times like this, however, Yusuke’s classical approach made it clear that whether she were royalty or not he was thankful to her quick thinking and self sacrifice.

   And then it came.

   Her soothing, life-saving touch found yet another moment to grant him reprieve. The hand which had sought him out and saved him from oblivion now gently ran through his hair. A sensation in his chest overwhelmed him with each gentle pat, forcing the man to momentarily hunch further down before rising. He was all but ready to apologize once more, to thank her and express his undying loyalty, but when he saw her smiling face staring back at him the pangs in his chest gripped him in the same manner that her hand has gripped his own. Unable to let loose a single word under her watch he relaxed and looked downward, his muttered words still conveying meaning despite their vocabulary being clouded.

   “Thank you.”

#{ Ask Meme } #Whoops this one was a little late due to life getting in the way :( #Thank youuuuuu #sovereignraider