#offiiciium

[latibulation]

@offiiciium may be a little slow on the uptake.

the dots connect all at once as he turns away, about to head home after an evening with maive. what had just been a flicker of a thought before now hits him. though he's still not certain. "hey-" uncertainty makes him nervous. asking this makes him nervous too. maybe he'll end up looking like a fool, but that's no worse than letting the thought torment him. "before you go... 'ave you been flirtin' with me??"

maive's cheeks are almost sore from the force of smiling and laughing all evening. norman is much funnier than he gives himself credit for. and he's sweet. honestly, maive can't remember the last time he'd had this much fun with a guy. or just liked someone this much.

phone already in his hands, he's typing up a slightly exaggerated, dramatized version of events for his sister, complete with a few too many heart emojis.

glancing up for just a moment, though, norman is looking at him over his shoulder, and he seems tense. nerves wafting off of him thick and heavy. maive's heart sings in his chest - this is it! norman is going to kiss him goodnight and it's going to be all he can think about for days! there's already a symphony about to burst from his chest, the words, yes, of course you can kiss me, on the tip of his tongue, at the ready. before he goes, yes - yes, go on!

the words that hit his ears next, though, are not a profession of love or a request for a goodbye kiss.

"have i been - is it not - um -" maive stumbles over his words as everything feels like it's crashing around him. has he been flirting with him? of course he has! it's all he's done for weeks! and if norman has to ask that...

this isn't a date. neither was their time together yesterday. or the dinner they went to a few days before that. or any other time maive thought it was.

and if norman was interested, he wouldn't have to ask. because if he was looking for it, well, it was right there! in his face! and if he wasn't looking for it, if he was trying to ignore the blatantly obvious, then he definitely isn't interested. and maive has been making a fool of himself for god knows how long. oh this is embarrassing. really, really embarrassing.

"i can stop." he finally blurts, curling in on himself, not quite meeting norman's eye. "i'm - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable." his fingers busy themselves in his hair, combing through absentmindedly. mirae teased him on his way out, about the fact that he only wears his hair fully down when he really likes a boy. and now it's a sick reminder and a comfort all at the same time.

norman was never different he just wasn't interested. maive feels... a little sick to his stomach.

"i... have been. sorry. i thought this was a date?" the question in his voice hikes up as he finally makes himself look at norman. "kind of, uh, thought we'd been on a few. i'm sorry, i just sort of assumed." oh this is humiliating.

#peak self indulgence is shipping your oc with the detective from a game that's over a decade old #god bless #muse; maive bahrammi #offiiciium

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@offiiciium is here!

‘ i’m here to save the day!! ’ // teruteru for hajime-

The sound of Teruteru's voice alone makes Hajime wince. It's not as if he wasn't already feeling like pure shit, how else do you feel when you're sick and totally bed bound? But the fact that Teruteru has waltzed into his cabin all alone does not help the nausea currently making Hajime's stomach flip like a damn gymnast. Whatever talent he has may still be unclear, but it definitely isn't ultimate luck.

A smell wafts into the room along with Teruteru, and Hajime instantly recognizes it as chicken noodle soup. Well, he thinks if he called it hat instead of some stupid fancy name, he would be slapped upside the head. Or elsewhere.

"Can you just put the soup on the nightstand and leave?" Hajime groans, refusing to move from the fetal position until the guy leaves. He definitely could stand to be nicer to the person bringing him soup, but did he mention he feels like shit? So, not really in the mood to play nice.

Apparently giving him the silent treatment from his blanket cocoon does the trick, because he hears his cabin door close. Peeking out from his covers to make sure the coast is clear, he can see there's no one in sight. The soup is on the nightstand, just like Hajime asked, and he winces as he sits up to take a testing sip of it.

God damn it, of course its delicious. He's such an ass.

A part of him still can't help but hope it isn't drugged.

#muse; hajime hinata #love that this is my first hajime post #offiiciium #im gonna get you

[hcrrcrsccpe]

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 . // @offiiciium 

"hey..." they look so familiar, yet so strange. surely if keiji knew them, he'd remember. wouldn't struggle this much at least. he'll give himself a pass considering everything that's happened. "have i arrested you before??" // crack !! scorpio 

SCORPIO // POISON ON THE TIPS OF YOUR FINGERS, A CURIOSITY FAR TOO STRONG 

CALL FOR ATTENTION HAS THEM LOOK UP FROM THE PACKAGE THEY ARE HOLDING IN THEIR ARMS. The cartoon box has a few FRAGILE stickers plastered all over but otherwise it appears to be plain, likely to not attract attention to its contents -- a fresh batch of samples of various poisons. However, it doesn’t look like it’s working if the question that follows it is anything to go by. Or maybe they can still weasel their way out of it as the guy questions their familiarity. 

Opting to ignore the question for now, they shift the box in their arms before tilting their head to the side. “ You don’t look too good. Maybe you should sit down somewhere in the shade. The heat tends to warp your perception of things. ” even they are melting, barely waiting to get back to their laboratory and put the AC on full blast “ If you want, I’ll go get you something to drink! Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you something from a nearby shop~ ” should not actually be spending even more time around him but as long as he doesn’t question their package, it’s all good. Or they could use this opportunity to make a break for it though that could put their precious samples in danger of breaking and mixing together. 

#offiiciium #『 Scorpio || IN CHARACTER 』 #[ Scorpio be like 'I coooouuuuld poison him but I'm not wasting my samples like this' #takes the easy way out by promising to come back and booking it instead #should have had somebody else accompany them then they'd have escaped easier ]

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@offiiciium​ said: 

safalin imitate!! + midori!! i'm picturing her doing it after they've been rude, not aware that they're behind her :')

*; this » Send 🤏 or “Imitate!” + a name for my muse to imitate that person to the best of their ability.

Lips quiver as she cleans up the AIceiver. It wasn’t HER fault the head was gone? How was she supposed to know Midori would let the participants wander around in those areas? The head was just sitting in the box!

❝ you have to be a special kind of stupid to do that! ❞ Unusually bitter, Tia sniffled as she spat out those words in a mocking tone. Rolling her eyes in annoyance as tears softly caressed her cheeks. She would rarely get so upset, but this wasn’t her fault! Continuing her sulking, Tia turned around, only to find the very soul she was just mocking right behind her.

─── ❝ AAAhhhh! ❞

#*; your word for mine » reply #*; your word into my ear » ask #offiiciium #*; Milkshake Nurse » ic | Tia Safalin #*; YTTD » MAIN | Tia Safalin #*; The Main Game » WORLD | YTTD #//This is my one (1) serious contribution for today #yttd spoilers

[haijibemycoach]

Hello!! I was wondering if you would be selling your Haiji charm again?? He's so cute.

Hey! Yes actually! I’ll be re-opening my shop soon for US orders (for now) as soon as I get my Haiji zine restock which should be in the next upcoming week, I’ll post a link soon!💖

#cute peeps #offiiciium

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kiss asks || @offiiciium || no longer accepting!

[ WEDDING ] + kazuo and mashita :3

the ceremony is small. and by small, it’s them, the court, and christie as their (barely willing) witness. still, they sign the papers making it official, and trade rings - they’re simple, silver bands. 

there’s hardly a drop of sentiment - simply a logical step in their relationship. satou has already moved into the mansion, they’ve been together long enough, they may as well reap the legal benefits of marriage. not that it doesn’t make kazuo smile when he glances at his hand, and sees the ring resting there, and he knows satou would not have agreed if he didn’t love him. and he does. 

until they’re home, they just act like normal. bickering until christie asks if she made a mistake enabling this, and they send her on her way. then out for a nice dinner. 

once home, though, mashita’s arms wrap around his middle, forehead meeting the back of his neck. an unusual moment of tenderness. it’s nice nonetheless. 

turning in his hold, Kazuo drags a finger under his husband’s jaw, drawing his gaze up to his own. without another word, but with a soft smile, he leans down, capturing his lips. nothing needs to be said, really. just a gentler kiss than usual, no teeth, no competition. a moment later, he pulls away, and hangs up his coat. 

#muse; kazuo yashiki #offiiciium #soft about Them

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@offiiciium​​ said: : ⋰⋰   ❝ 📜📜 teach me about our lord and saviour 📜📜 ❞

send 📜 and subscribe for more cool jesus facts!

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧    { Will do !! I guess I’ll count this as four ! }

1.  { Takaya doesn’t ever cut his hair now because they used to shave his head to attach those wire sticking things to his scalp easier in the lab, and he considers it just one of his many means of self expression now that he’s free of the place. } 2. { Takaya is a sharp shooter! Unironically, he does it old western style. His gun holds 8 bullets and he has to do that thing where you physically spin the chamber with your hand to quickly shoot 8 things in a row. And he pretty rarely misses if the target isn’t dodging. If he’s certain he’s alone or the sound won’t draw attention to him, you will probably see him shooting things he’s throwing in the air or something. He does not remotely practice gun safety, no. }  3. { He does literally associate himself with the cross symbol, the crucifix-- that is not just an aesthetic for this blog! But he doesn’t associate it with “Christians” miraculously. Because he was raised under the weird death cult that was the Kirijo Group, he associates it with those Human Sacrifice alters the protags were all put on by Ikutsuki. } 4. { This isn’t a headcanon, it’s canon, but it is super rarely seen-- but Takaya actually has one other visible tattoo somewhere other than his arms.  He has one right above his left ass cheek. I am not even joking, it’s a black star. }

#{ I can't believe jesus has a tramp stamp--- nO I'M KIDDING AAAAA } #✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #offiiciium #✯ ✧ ✧ ask. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ headcanon. ☾ ✞ ☽

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“ yikes … i can’t stop yawning today. ” | @offiiciium​ sent !

↳ ANIMAL CROSSING: NEW HORIZONS PROMPTS | accepting !

     Curious eyes drifted from the bright colors dancing across the television screen, settling on Adachi in such a way that it suggested she had, temporarily, even forgotten he was sitting there. Her dad often brought him around after work, or while they were working on cases, or--Nanako suspected--to sneakily feed him something better than instant noodles. It made her happy, if she was going to be honest; the house felt full, and Nanako could take pride in her dad’s affection for the people around him. Even if he wasn’t always home, she knew he had a big heart. Unfortunately, things were often ‘for adult ears only’, so rather than try and steer the conversation her way, Nanako turned on the TV and tuned out.

     “Oh--are you tired? Did you stay up too late? Dad’s always sleeping at weird times because of work. Last night he fell asleep reading me a bedtime story...”

     Fleeting as it was, the shadow of sadness flickered across her features before fading into something closer to disappointment. She knew her dad had a rough job and she knew that even reading her a story took a lot of effort, but she couldn’t help but feel upset about it. But didn’t that mean Adachi worked just as hard? And he didn’t even have anyone to tell him to get enough sleep! No wonder he looked so run down.

     “My teacher says we should all be getting get at least seven hours of sleep each night so that we show up ready to learn. She also says that yawning can be a sign that danger’s nearby too, though--do you think...maybe there’s bad people around, Adachi-san? Like from your cases?”

#offiiciium #hello! #thank you for sending something in! #i hope this is okay #♡♪ —— 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖┊(nanako.) #✭❣ —— 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖!┊(ic.) #✭❣ —— 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥┊(answered.)

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{ Birthday Things | Accepting }

@offiiciium​ sent:

Supreme Overlord's birthdays only come once a couple thousand human years, or so he was told. But since Gundham was residing in the mortal realm he'd have to put up with an annual celebration. There was a party planned for later with D.I.C.E., but now was their time. He's waiting to ambush him as he comes into school. His smile widens as he sees him. "Gundham Tanaka!!" So sudden it startles a few of the other students. "How dare you think school was an option today!!" Kokichi jumps down from the wall he was keeping watch on, cape flourishing behind him. "Today we go on The Hunt. The Hunt of Chaotic Justice!!" Aka a treasure hunt for all of Gundham's birthday presents.

Gundham’s birthday does not register to him as any more special than any other day, and so he wakes up and gets ready for school the same as he would on any other day.

Kokichi, apparently, has other plans. Gundham visibly startles at hearing his name yelled like that, feeling his face flush as he immediately hopes it didn’t look like what it was; a flinch. 

However, he can’t suppress the small, albeit bemused, smile that spreads across his lips when he spots Kokichi’s mischievous face and Kokichi jumps down from the wall with dramatic flare. The presence of the cape usually means Kokichi has something planned. That would have made Gundham nervous once, but he’s grown to trust Kokichi, despite his pranks. 

He cocks his head to the side as Kokichi speaks, eyes narrowing but smile growing a little more playful. ‘What fiendish trickery have you planned this time, imp?? You might have warned me so I could have dressed more appropriately.’ A.k.a, he’d have worn a cloak of his own instead of his school uniform.

#I love them and I miss them lkjhygfghjkl #{ ultimate breeder | ic } #offiiciium #offiiciium: Kokichi #{ academy life | verse: Hope's Peak }

[latibulation]

@offiiciium is taunting.

“ so what, you’ve peaked? it’s all downhill from here? ” // ji-woon for yun-jin

everything feels heavy. heavy and foggy, and it's all spinning just a little. she should be horrified. well, she is horrified. but horrified has taken a bit of a backseat to everything else. it's so much effort, yun-jin thinks, to be horrified. in it's place is resignation, regret. the clues were right in front of her. she'd be lying if she said she didn't know, deep down, what was happening.

but she'd never wanted to admit it, not really.

how could she? for her, they'd been sweet. sure, narcissistic, sassy, high maintenance. but there was a tenderness, always, a warmth reserved for yun-jin alone.

there'd been a shift, though, after the rest of nospin met an untimely end. at first, she assumed it was grief. which... it is, probably. in some twisted sort of way. but she'd spend hours pouring over the tracks they gave her, listening closely, absorbing. the distorted sounds were... off putting. familiar but not quite something she could place. not before today, at least.

and she feels stupid. never in her life has she ignored red flags so blatantly. has chosen to instead turn a blind eye. wish to be wrong and believe that instead. it makes her stomach churn, if she's honest. well, that or the heavy feeling from the gas. maybe both.

now, though, he's standing right in front of her, taunting her. but of everyone in the room, she's still alive. and she's never been one to give up - isn't going to start now.

"fuck you." yun-jin spits, glaring daggers nearly as sharp as the ones glinting on the stage. fucking knife tricks.

as much as she'd told him to cut it from stage acts, it was always something she'd enjoyed watching. ji-woon's laser focus in action, the strength in their arms and back, the satisfaction as they always hit the mark. but seeing it instead on people. to hear it. her stomach heaves again, and if she had the energy, she thinks she'd gag at the very least.

"like hell i've peaked." she finally growls out, doing everything to fight the sapped energy, the weight heavy in her limbs, her body's pleads to succumb. "not- not even close." ugh, she wishes it didn't feel so hard to talk around her tongue, like everything wasn't doubled and in slow motion. "this isn't enough to ruin me."

at least the lethargy hides the way her voice wavers just slightly. belies the fear that may otherwise course her expression.

"you will not be the end of my story, hak ji-woon." with great effort, she pushes herself up, stumbling back, catching herself just barely. "i won't let this be my undoing." her chin juts out proudly, muscles in her neck burning in protest. what the hell did he drug them with? "and here i was thinking you knew me better than that."

#yun-jin related depression #this brought to you by rereading her backstory prior to entering the fog dbd style <3 #muse; lee yun jin #offiiciium

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@offiiciium​ is being eerie

"you think you can protect her??" they approach him, head tilted too far to the right. lips curled into a perfect crescent that's absolutely humourless. "when you couldn't even protect yourself." hands clasp slim shoulders in a vice-like grip. "pathetic. pathetic. pathetic. the best you could hope to do is kill her. put her out of her misery."

The way Midori speaks, with a smile equal parts cold and threatening and not at all kind, sends a shiver down Ranmaru’s spine. Of course he can protect her! Who else is going to do it? Keiji, locked in a coffin because of his own selfish stupid actions? Gin, a child? Sou, a weakling? No... no, it has to be Ranmaru, no one cares about her like they do, no one needs her like they do.

“I don’t matter as much as she does,” he tries to shake out of Midori’s grip, but it’s tight and unrelenting, “I would do anything for her, even if it meant my life!” They don’t matter like she does, they only exist to save her, to save them both, to win this horrible horrible game.

“It’s not pathetic,” they whimper as they still try to shake out of Midori’s hold, and he doesn’t know if he’s trying to convince them or himself. Sweat drips down their forehead as the stress gets to them. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. He can’t be pathetic, he can’t fail Sara.

Kill her? Kill her. He could never kill her, could never hurt the only person in this game he cares about. It’s all for her, for his partner. They have to make it out of here alive, together.

He has to live, he can’t die again.

“I would never!” They sob, “I would never hurt her. I- I...” they can’t collect their thoughts, those bright green eyes staring into his soul and making him feel just as pathetic as they claim he is. A smile so bright an wide that looks like it could rip his throat out. 

Something is on the tip of his tongue, begging to beak free, to be spoken into the world. God does he feel it, it eats at him in his heart and aches in the hand that she held. They... they-

They love her.

“I love her,” he whispers. And they feel like nothing has ever been so true.

Sara is perfect, a brilliant hope guiding their way to salvation, and he just has to help her do it, no matter what it costs. He feels so on top of the world at her side, like nothing could stop him, stop them together, as long as she’ll hold his hand again. As long as she’ll whisper in his ear again about how dear they are to her. As long as she never leaves.

As long as they don’t fail her.

They know they’re damned. But as long as they’re damned with Sara, or even just for her, they’d be the happiest. As long as they win, he’s fine with burning. 

#muse; ranmaru kageyama #officiium | sou hiyori #offiiciium #im feeling ouchie

[hcrrcrsccpe]

boundaries // @offiiciium 

they aren't really one to set boundaries, but with someone around with similar... 'interests'. it's better to be safe than sorry. "shin and kanna are off limits." mentioned as they inspect a new bottle of poison. kanna wouldn't be too fun to experiment on given her current condition. they do find themself concerned for shin, though. strange, really. they were set on killing him with their own two hands not long again. // for pisces!!  

PISCES // REBELLION COURSES THROUGH YOUR VEINS AKIN TO MOLTEN LAVA

BUT BRIEF IS THERE SURPRISE IN THEIR EXPRESSION AT THE MENTION OF THE TWO NAMES. Must be the two they’ve seen the other hang out with. Off limits, hmm? Truth to be told, they’ve entertained the idea of what snacking on them would be like only to quickly dismiss it with a bored huff. Shin is too bony, and probably wouldn’t be able to treat them to anything expensive anyway, while Kanna’s a mere child. 

“ Calling dibs on them? ” a dismissive wave of the hand “ Wasn’t interested, truth to be told. Kanna’s a kid and Shin’s just skin and bones. I have standards, y’know. ” besides, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together -- there’s something going on here though they are in no hurry to find out what “ But I’ll keep it in mind. ” how curious, though, it is that they are seemingly attached to these two hard enough to make sure that they don’t become targets. Pisces’ own attachment goes as far as caring for the other Signs and nothing else though they know the others can take care of themselves just fine. 

Then motioning towards the bottle of poison with a short jerk of their head “ Scorpio’s work, not mine. You can do whatever with it. For all I care, it’ll just induce death one way or another exactly like all the others. You’d think Aries would get on their case with how often they test their experiments on humans but noooooooooo. ” cue a roll of the eyes “ Somehow I am the bad guy even though I’m the only one who cleans up after themselves. ” they weren’t created to play nice, why the old man insists on less violence is beyond them. 

#offiiciium #cannibalism // #『 Pisces || IN CHARACTER 』 #[ I love that Pisces' initial reaction is Offended(TM) at the implication that they would sink that low ]

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@offiiciium​ replied ✕

midori: who made you the group leader…??

─── ❝ Uhm.... Keiji....? ❞ Not the wisest decision...

#*; your word for mine » reply #offiiciium #*; Saviour » ic | Sara Chidouin #*; you know I will really break his legs » CRACK.

[edgyearring]

“Calm down, it’s just a corpse.” { from adachi }

Murder starters

@offiiciium

“Calm down?? Dude! There’s a fuckin’ dead person!” He gestures at the body with both hands in an exaggerated way.

“How’d they even get here?” And who did this... was it this guy? He seemed like a very likely culprit since he was right there but... hm...

#adachi is that a body?? im CALLING THE POLICE *slams hands on microwave button* #ask tag #offiiciium #murder //

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soft headcanon meme || accepting!

@offiiciium : shinji, asuka, kaji [ 1/3 ]

[ shinji ]

what they smell like: cheap drugstore deodorant - usually leans scents with foresty/musky notes. something cedar smelling usually from soap. 

what their favorite smells in the world are: the air just before it rains, fresh miso soup, and literally whatever kaworu smells like on any given day.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: extremely liable to literally fall asleep in Whatever he’s already wearing. if he does change, usually just t-shirt and boxers, keeps it simple. 

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: kawoshin bc im a man of culture. they develop a good system of nonverbal communication because it can be a struggle for shinji to voice things. 

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: asuka! when they get older, they have a stupid drunk heart to heart where they cry on each other and asuka apologizes for any and all cruel things she said/did to him before. very healing for both of them, and they have MASSIVE hangovers the next morning. 

a song that reminds me of them: sometimes || bo en

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: puppy...

what position they sleep in: on his side, preferably holding someone or something

their favorite drink: green tea with a little too much honey

a gift i would give them if i could: happiness. or like, a record player. 

[ asuka ]

what they smell like: fruity and floral - tends to try to get her hands on perfume that she thinks makes her smell mature. always has shampoo that smells a little too sweet. 

what their favorite smells in the world are: roses, the smell of the labs at NERV, and unfortunately kaji’s cologne

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: simple nightgown or tank top and shorts. 

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: asuka/mari. mari calling asuka princess for the first time literally kickstarts her gay awakening and it turns from a teasing insult to a term of endearment over time. 

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: since i already said shinji... w/ kaworu! it takes work, but they do understand each other, and asuka can and will throw down for him. has yelled at someone for him. 

a song that reminds me of them: the middle || jimmy eat world

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: caracal.... long orange angy cat.

what position they sleep in: either fetal position or full sprawled over the entire bed, no in between. 

their favorite drink: says it’s unsweetened matcha, but it’s really strawberry calpico

a gift i would give them if i could: a chill pill.

[ kaji ]

what they smell like: kaji has STUPID expensive cologne with like ~cedar, and black walnut, and musk~ or whatever because he’s the worst. can’t stand him. aftershave smell even when he doesn’t shave. when will this man be stopped.

what their favorite smells in the world are: chocolate, earthy smells from his garden, literally whatever misato’s shampoo smells like.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: either whatever he was wearing that day, or boxers. no in between. 

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: kaji/misato/ritsuko. they have a semi chaos apartment with a giant bed, and all try to take care of each other. 

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: kaji and ritsuko. they’re less romantically involved so much as both involved with misato, and best friends about it. but they stick up for each other. 

a song that reminds me of them: hallucinogenics || matt maeson

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: wolf energy i think

what position they sleep in: side sleeper/back sleeper

their favorite drink: asahi beer, or canned coffee

a gift i would give them if i could: conspiracy theory board and endless red string and pins. 

#muse; shinji ikari #muse; asuka langley soryuu #muse; ryoji kaji #this was So fun aslkfdhasd #offiiciium

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@offiiciium​ said: : ⋰⋰   ❝ adachi stares at him. he doesn't get paid enough for this shit... "i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason." said as if the guy isn't towering over him. ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  IF ONE HAD TO DESCRIBE  The figure before them, it was of no surprise the detective was likely given the description of something closer to a creature than a man. Not only was he tall but he was pale as his bones, and with very little meat on those at that. The distressing new arrival to the town had quite the aesthetic going. His decidedly never-been-trimmed platinum hair, low riding and torn bell bottoms, aggressively tattooed skin and- undeniably- biblical appearance was only topped by his imposing, bright yellow stare-- made possible with cosmetic contacts, one could easily assume.

The usual suspect, to say the least.   That’s probably why he was in cuffs at their station. The given reasoning? He appeared in town right around the time the murders started happening. He claims to be merely ‘interested in the strange and unusual.’     ❝ Sorry to disappoint you, detective. ❞  His frigid tone was made light with a sarcasm to match theirs. At least he seemed to find some amusement in this.

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