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[txkeyourheart]

((I found your blog through your old Leatherface RP and deadass you do so good as him I would make another RP blog just to vibe with you, you're so talented, i love how you write))

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#ask #Anonymous

[txkeyourheart]

I’m alive

Ooc;

I have had a hell of a last few months If you want to contact me, my discord is Offal#9999 Seriously this has all been...Hellish, I apologize immensely for disappearing.

I am not fully back yet.

But I will be~

#ooc

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{{ Not dead, it’s hot and my hands are fucked again, forgive me... }}

#hhh #ooc #why wont my hands get fghj better

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{{ Plot twist, I’m apparently very sick. Expect delays but things’ll get done! }}

{{ Sorry for lack of activity, it is literally too hot to think }}

#ooc #fucked up immune system #fucking #immuno compromised. #i <3 infections

[txkeyourheart]

iustitia-punientis‌:

“Well, sparring is just one way to let go all the frustration I have along with the fact…. You can learn a lot about a person with how they spar.” Sparring was something that Maple actually enjoyed the rush of it, pushing his body to the limits, and being able to let loose at times.

He also learnt that you could tell a person by their fighting style…. If they were a coward or honorable.

“I enjoy it.” It was something that Maple enjoyed in his spare time as bouldering requires to one to map out the most effective path and pushing their body to reach the next step… One simple mistake can lead to one slipping and fall to floor; forcing them to redo their all hard work.

“I am curious how skilled you are in darts and pool so I might take you up on that offer.” There was part of him that wonder if he was just as skilled as his Joker or if there was a difference…

Most likely the latter as no one was truly the same even if they share the same face.

“We can be happy as we can be despite the circumstances.” Maple spoke before letting a small chuckle as he didn’t comment on the latter part since it was true.

Despite the irritation from his Joker and how much he shoved him up the wall; Maple generally enjoy his time with the thief.

      “Sparring is important for staying sharp, and I think it should be mandatory for teams to spar if they may be in combat, it helps you understand people better.” he idles. “Both how they move and how they think.”

He finds he rather likes this iteration of Akechi, speaking to him is incredibly relaxing, just, a normal conversation.

“Well if you take me up on the offer, we can get drinks at the jazz club after. Not as a bribe or anything, just as a thank you for joining me.” he really does love spending time with people, 

It’s strange but, despite how independent and solitary he behaved or sometimes needed to behave, he was truly an ambivert, doing with people made him feel real. 

“It’s important to try and be happy if you can, unless the thing that makes you unhappy is changeable” he hums, once, “But I understand, I like to think I’m trying hard despite everything, and that for the most part, I am happy”

“You know Maple, there’s something about you that’s soothing to be near.”

#iustitia punientis

[txkeyourheart]

multi-muse-dorms‌:

Assumed as much. 

Nodding, Chizue put her phone away once more. She doesn’t comment any further as he explained some more. His statement about not interfering with the world left her a bit confused. It didn’t occur to her quite yet that he isn’t human.

The waitress came by and questioned about food. Well, since he doesn’t mind paying… She ordered a simple turkey sandwich and off the waitress went again.

“Um… yeah. My family moved because father found a new place to work and wanted to be closer.” Should she mention her father is a legal prosecutor? Probably not - unless he asks.

“Whenever we get another chance,” she began, “I would like to see Mementos a second time.”

… And there goes the pounding of her heart. At least the thought is out now.

     “Oh? How exciting, where does he work?” smalltalk. He idles momentarily, back to Mementos? Sure, he could do that. But... “It’s dangerous, but if you want to go, I’ll go with you” she could go alone after all, best join her to keep her safe.

“First entering Mementos is exhausting, why don’t you rest today, and we can go tomorrow if you’re free” he offers, taking another slow sip off his coffee. When the waitress returns with Chizue’s sandwich, he asks quietly for refills on both of their drinks.

“For today, why don’t I show you how to get to Shujin, and then home?”

#multi muse dorms

[txkeyourheart]

kurocrowdetective‌:

Akechi allowed himself to lean into the other’s touch, to let his eyes flutter closed if only for a moment to relish the feel of Kue’s lips on his forehead. Then an in instant it was gone. He sighed as he watching the other turn towards the bowl. Akechi found himself watching towards the bowl as the other spoke. He lifted a hand and allowed a finger to gently slide across the top. It was cold, dark, and mysterious. He turned towards the other and gave a soft laugh. 

“Even you have no idea uh? That isn’t very reassuring.” he said with amusement. He turned back to scan over the bullet, his chest tightened for what seemed like the millionth time since he arrive in Mementos. After a few moments he turned back once again to the other and took his hand, holding it in his. Feeling his warmth as if to drain it from him so that he could store it, always having a supply of it for him own. He caught the other’s eyes. He may not have gotten the answer he wanted, but he did get the ones he needed to just let it go for now. 

“And about all that, you are right. I would hate to be told where to go and how to live. But it doesn’t change the fact that I have no purpose in life other than to live for myself. And that is unsettling to me. That’s all.” he said, his eyes dropping to their hands. He rubbed a thumb over the top of Kue’s palm before gently letting go. 

“Of course it doesn’t surprise me that you know more about myself than I do.” he laughed softly once more before turning back towards the door. 

“I’d like to see the rest if you don’t mind.” 

     “This place is swayed by my heart, but I did not technically create it, some information is beyond even me...” as they pass the bowl, he reaches out tentatively to touch it, as if hoping that now finally something will be unveiled to him, but no, he reaches out,and his fingertips grace the edges of the bowl, and...

Nothing changes it is still a bowl, a feather, a bullet...

And then, Akechi is followed once more. He would like to put the other man’s bag in the bedroom anyway, and he says as such, moving inside to fetch it for Akechi. 

“admittedly, the rest isn’t very interesting, what time I spend here is usually in the garden or the like” he moves down the hall, it’s the only place to go other than the kitchen or outdoors. 

“Most of these are empty or guest bedrooms, since I don’t have any ideas as to what to do with them” he admits, pausing before one to tap it once with the back of an enclosed fist. “This is a guest bathroom, but the one attached to my room is nicer, so you probably won’t get much use of it.”

The hall is uninteresting, mostly, there’s another potted plant sitting beside the stairs at the end of the hallway, and a second hanging from the ceiling neatly but it lacks decor otherwise. So he moves upstairs, the hall here splits left and right, very wide, immediately opposite the staircase however, is a door, the words inscribed neatly upon it are Kuebiko’s nickname, ‘崩え彦’ it announces plainly, Scarecrow, crumbling-prince.

“Here we are” he pushes the door open. It’s larger on the inside than it seems it should be able to be. This place is not bound to reality’s laws. There’s a bookshelf, most of it seems to be on the occult, the top is home to a few more plants. The bed is large, maybe too much so for one person, veiled in some translucent veils of reds and blacks, currently pulled somewhat aside, the bedding is just as simple, black comforter, black pillows. Which might be very tidy and romantic and all if it were not currently home to a stray book or two and another stray piece of paper or three. Still, it cannot really be called ‘messy.’

Dresser, upon which Kuebiko moves to set Akechi’s bag before. The room is home to another door, which he then moves to push open. The bathroom is massive, there’s a shower on one side, yes, tidy, the usual things one expects of a bathroom, towels there, another plant has been set on the counter next to the sink.

     And then there’s the bath, it’s every bit as large as the one back at the bathhouse in Yongen-Jaya, surrounded neatly here and there by various soaps and scented oils, it’s a wonder Kuebiko smells so much like coffee rather than whatever is in here, but that’s just a testament to how much time he spends brewing it even here.

“...Sorry if you expected anything in particular, honestly, I have no idea what to do with this place in full.”

#kurocrowdetective #aaa late reply

[txkeyourheart]

6. What would their funeral be like?

Excellent question, Kuebiko would hate for his funeral to be sad, he would want it to be made 100% clear that he wanted his funeral to be a celebration and not a boring ‘boohoo’ mourning thing. He also doesn’t want to be buried (and will not be, to put it simply) so no need for caskets and the like.

He wants there to be food, and games, probably some kind of silly scavenger hunt or thief based game he’d have made sure someone knew to set up beforehand. He wants to make people happy while he’s alive, he wants people to continue to be happy in his death.

Part of him would be tempted to want everyone to just, suddenly forget him, but that wouldn’t be fair to them, so the best thing he can do is make sure there’s laughter even once he goes.

#headcanons

[txkeyourheart]

Questions about your character and death

If they are immortal, will or are they tired of their condition? Will there come a day when they want to die? For mortal muses, would they want to live forever?

Has your muse had any near-death experience?

What do they believe happens when a person dies? What is awaiting after life?

Describe what they would do knowing it’s the last day of their life

Is it better for your muse, in case of a terminal disease, to end with everything quickly or to die slowly and enjoy the time left?

What would their funeral be like?

What is their consideration on suicide?

Is there any death which has had a great effect on him?

Under which circumstances do they think it’s okay to kill someone?

Are they afraid of dying?

If they died right now, would they have any regrets?

What would their last meal request be?

How would your muse like to be remembered when they die?

Would they donate their organs? 

Write their epitaph

If they could know the date of their death, would they want to know?

How would they support a loved one who is dying?

How would they handle a miscarriage?

What is that kind of death they find too horrible and wish they never have?

If your muse has died, what did they experience? How do they feel about coming back?

[txkeyourheart]

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

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{{ Sorry for lack of activity, it is literally too hot to think }}

#ooc #tbd #save me

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Anonymous said: You wanna flex that ask banner?

{{ I absolutely do, ty for your contribution }}

#ooc; #ask;

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{{ Kuebiko officially has an answered ask banner! So does @insomnla ! }}

#ooc #tbd

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multi-muse-dorms‌:

“Shujin Academy as a first-year,” Chizue replied, Her mind wondered why such a question was relevant as she took a sip of her milk tea. It didn’t take long for her to reach a logical reason.

“Did you attend that school as well?”

If so, then the app is probably connected to the school to an extent. There must be more people who have it and - most likely - some of them attended or are attending Shujin Academy.

She took a peak at her phone and unlocked it to check the home screen. There was the icon, unnamed with the familiar red and black, sitting on the first page of casual mobile games.

Huh, guess fate wanted these two to meet in some way.

     “I did actually, I did my last two years of highschool there.” the memories are somewhat fond and somewhat melancholy. But he enjoys them for what they are, he can’t say he likes the school, in fact, it was really a terrible school, but the friends he made had been good.

Is this timeline, before the events of... Or after? He can’t be sure, he has no way of finding out at the moment.

“If there’s a teacher named Kamoshida, do yourself a favor, and keep away from him.” he begins, “I’m sure you’ll make fast friends, I would offer more if I could, but I try not to interfere with...” he makes a small motion with his hand. “...The world.”

Another sip of his coffee.

Kuebiko is not human and while he often pretends to be for people who do not need to know, he has no reason to do so now. 

     “That app can’t be deleted, so if you’re thinking of trying, it’s not to be bothered with” god knows he tried his best.

“You’re free to get food if you’re hungry by the way--I’m not, so don’t let me stop you” Food...Isn’t his favorite thing, usually, sometimes? It’s weird, and complex.

“Are you staying with family?” if she’s here from elsewhere for school, she has to be headed somewhere right?

#multi muse dorms

[txkeyourheart]

kurocrowdetective‌:

Akechi thought about the question for a moment as he watched the other kiss his hand. He felt something pull at his heart, not knowing if it was sadness or something else. It’s emotions were a hurricane and he had no control over them at the moment. His mind like the wind, as if to fuel the storm. 

“I don’t believe afraid is the right word. More like perturbed, if I had to pick a word.” he forced himself to give a weak smile. It wasn’t that this world made him feel unsafe, although it probably should have. Knowing that he was with Kue and this was his world gave him all the security he needed. However. What was causing his anxiety was his feelings and how quickly they were growing. When the other released his hand he realized just how warm Kue’s body was compared to his own. Akechi’s heart and soul literally resembled ice. Apart of himself already knew this, but actually being able to physically feel it was something different. 

“I try not to assume the worst.” Hm. What a a foolish thought. 

Assuming the worst was something that happened everyday for the Prince. He forged his own path, with his own blood stained hands, and for what? What did get really get out of it. Sure his father was dead, but now what? What purpose in life did he really have? His mind was dragging him down and he had no way to control it. All he could do was stand in silence as the other spoke. 

What had Akira told him about God? All that Akechi knew was that once he woke up after blacking out in Shido’s Palace, his father had admitted everything and that he decided to stand trail against him in Akira’s stead. The Phantom Thieves disbanded and once Akechi was out of holding he was gone. He thought back to when he first awoken his Persona, and how something had said he was to be a “Wild Card”, but nothing was ever explained. Could that person have been the God Kue spoke of now? He could’t be sure and he’d probably never know. 

Akechi’s eyes widen a bit. Of course he’d notice. It was very unlike the detective to not keep his fake face on, but something about Kue made him drop his guard. Another pull at his heart, and his mind. 

“You have a purpose now, where as I don’t.” he finally said after giving it some thought. 

“Ever since I met Akira it was always that way. How is it that you manage to do things in life without losing yourself.” It wasn’t a question in his tone, but more like a statement. He knew that kind of answer he’d get, but he just didn’t want to really hear it. Akechi sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“I apologize. This isn’t like me.” he said giving an honest smile. 

“I guess seeing you in this place gave me more comfort than I knew what to do with.” he laughed lightly. He wanted to ask about the black feather, but that too he was afraid of what the answer might be, but regardless he wanted to know. 

“There was something back here I was curious about. Inside that bowl.” 

     He listens quietly, best not to speak without context; the words are sad, and a little amusing, does Akechi think so highly of him? He supposes he should be touched. Or maybe proud that his own mask is holding up so well. Though he hates to admit it’s a mask. 

“Everyone has a different reaction to this place, I’m still trying to figure out what determines it” he admits, “Granted it’s not like I have many guests. The occasional wanderer, a friend, you would think I would have a deeper understanding, it is my heart right? But...” 

He waves it off, and does not continue the sentence. 

“...Isn’t that for the best though? That you haven’t been handed a purpose” he moves slightly, enough so to stand before the other man, hands lifting, one to cup Akechi’s cheek and the other to push soft brown hair back. How lovely it feels beneath his fingers.

     “Starting with nothing gives you everything, the potential is limitless, and you’re free to choose what you do and what you become. You’ve always forged your own path, would you really be happy if someone told you what you needed to do, or what role you need to play? I can’t imagine you would be”

His head tilts forward, a kiss pressed to Akechi’s forehead.

“You don’t need to apologize to me you know, what is there to be sorry for?  You shouldn’t feel bad for being honest with me, I’m not going to reprimand you for your feelings or intentionally put them down, you have a right to be taken seriously” his hands fall away again, head turning towards the offering bowl.

“Hm? That thing?”

For a moment a puzzled look crosses his expression, it doesn’t seem directed at Akechi, it seems more directed towards the bowl itself.

     “I put the bullet in there myself because I felt it belonged there for some reason. If you’re wondering, then the answer is yes” his hand lifts to touch his chest and the rest is implied; yes, that’s one of the bullets I was shot with.

“The feather is from my friend Opal, I think she left it when she came over for tea.” his head cocks, as if even more puzzled by the little shrine and its shiny bowl of obsidian stone. “...The truth is, I have no idea what it does” he laughs, part genuine amusement, part sheepish, all soft.

It has to do something right? He didn’t put it here himself on purpose, so it must serve something even if he doesn’t know, he’s sort of puzzled over it before but. In the end it just wasn’t worth working himself into a stress ball over, there was nothing dangerous down here besides himself, and it didn’t have an uncomfortable aura, if anything it felt a little soothing for him to look at and be around.

     “...I’m sorry, I wish I had more information for you, if it makes you feel any better, it honestly drives me up a wall from time to time as well. I figure it isn’t hurting anyone by existing however.”

#kurocrowdetective

[txkeyourheart]

iustitia-punientis‌:

“Doing bouldering, playing darts, reading and of course playing pool.” Maple responded; listing a few activities that he enjoy doing in his spare time… Activities that he was still able to do as he was still drawing breath and wasn’t heavily burden.

“I’m still taking cases, that aren’t made up, but I’m limiting myself as… I want to focus on other things…” He paused for a moment.

He truly enjoy being the detective and solving cases that weren’t fake.

“As well that there’s a place which me and my Joker can visit where we can be ourselves without worrying about people judging us for who we are… It’s also a place where I can let out some steam without being judged and truly test my fighting skill.”

     “You’re braver than me, I enjoy a good spar, but I’m about done with real fighting for as long as I can be.” Kuebiko loved sparring, he even loved it when it got intense, but the truth was, he did not enjoy fighting, not real life and death fighting.

     “I’ve never been bouldering believe it or not” he imagines he would be good at it, he’s athletic and light enough in his movements, lots of practice climbing things in palaces. 

“I do enjoy both pool and darts however, if you ever want someone to play with” he’s especially good at darts, usually, the truth is the last time he played with his own Akechi he got so flustered just from the man watching him that he had regularly whiffed his last throws, it had been insanely embarrassing.

“But either way, I’m glad you and your Joker are happy. You seem so, anyway, I imagine if you weren’t, you wouldn’t tolerate doing things like that with him.”

#iustitia punientis

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multi-muse-dorms‌:

Whoa, whoa, okay. 

While he did answer her initial question, he continued explaining as if knowing what questions she planned on answering next. This is definitely a lot.

“The Metaverse…” Chizue mumbled to herself as she let it all sink in. Her eyes drifted down to gaze at her lap as she thought about it: A world made from the cognition of people, creating Mementos and even a separate palace in some cases. Honestly it was rather impressive.

Why is the other world so dangerous. however? Is there some form of protection against said danger?

Hearing him say the word ‘fate’ caused her to look back up at him. She opened her mouth to ask answer question, but bit down on her lip, seeing the waitress coming towards their table out of the corner of her eye.

The waitress placed down their cups and told them to enjoy. Chizue didn’t speak until she was out of sight again. 

“There’s a reason why I have the app, then? It’s not a case of me getting it for no purpose?”

She can’t deny that she does want to see more of Mementos sometime.

     He can’t help it; he had the same questions once. he wishes things had just been explained to him, he’s righting that wrong now for another person, or trying to anyway, he gets the feeling he isn’t doing a good job, or perhaps he is simply anxious about fucking up.

The waitress returns, the cup lifted; sure is diner coffee.  Still, it’s soothing.

“It’s a lot, my apologies, I’ve never really had to sit and teach someone about it to any depth” he confesses.

     Is this...How Morgana had felt? Is he Morgana in this situation?

“That app doesn’t appear at random, not to my knowledge anyway”

His fingers lace about his coffee mug, delicate.

“Out of curiosity” he begins, “And please, don’t take this in a creepy way, I promise it’s relevant, what school are you going to, Chizue-chan?”

#multi muse dorms