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{ Gee…where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

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Permanent Hiatus

{ Gee…where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

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“How’s this?!”, he lands a loud punch with a crack, the Shadow spilling the black matter that might be his “blood”. It’s then that the two Shadows merge and hit him with more than twice the force he gave. This sent him careening into the wall right behind Rise’s hidey-hole. 

He was practically stuck in the wall, but yet he was easily able to get out. He noticed the blood coming out the side of his mouth. “Hmph. Bastard…you wanna play rough then? Let’s play rough.” He put his hands at his waist line and a belt formed, phasing from within then physically appearing.

He pulled open the compartment and a card of the Fool Arcana floated down as a industrial tune kept repeating. He grabbed it and inserted it into, then placing it inside. The tune then picked up and introduced heavy metal guitars. “Henshin.”, he uttered before slamming the hand. “PERSONA!”, the belt’s deep voice bellowed.

The card then broke into millions of shattered pieces, the pieces then quickly attaching him, and in a blink of an eye he transformed. “IZANAGI!”, the belt spoke as his yellow eyes quickly flashed.

He let out a battle cry as he literally flew into the monster, fighting it again with nothing but his fists. This time, the Shadow’s attacks weren’t affecting him, but he certainly was hurting the Shadow judging by the cries of pain. “Rider Punch!”, he cried as he punched the creature, a lightning aura surrounding his fists. As the lightning surged through the Shadow, it faded away from existence. He stood motionless and firm over the Shadow’s disappearing corpse.

“Strange…it was not solid. Shadow cyborgs usually are…”, he muttered. “Whatever. Another target eliminated.” He turned towards Rise’s hiding spot. “Oi! It’s safe now. Come out.”, he stated as the belt merged back into him, the shards of the card blowing away like dust in the wind, returning back to his normal self.

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up so late watching Featherman with Naoto-kun…”

The idol mumbled in awe as she watched the rather bizarre events unfolding before her. The stranger looked so much like her dear Senpai, but, he acted so different..! And his Persona… He never used it like that! Where was his sword? Why was he electrified and not Izanagi!?

She must have been dreaming. That had to be it. She had a sleepover with Naoto, and found out that the detective adored Featherman and other similar shows… Poor Naoto was so embarrassed, but Rise was happy to indulge the azurette, surprisingly. Even if she herself wasn’t a particularly big fan, she could still enjoy it and live vicariously through Naoto, who was so enraptured by the style… So cute…

..Obliging the mystery-Yu, Rise poked her head out, hesitantly approaching him, her voice barely above a mumble in her confusion, “U-um.. thank you…” 

“Hm.”, he acknowledged her thanks. Though he began to stare at the “blood” on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, his eyes were literally analyzing the mateial. It definitely wasn’t the blood of a S.H.A.D.O.W. cyborg.

If it wasn’t a cyborg, then what was it?, he thought to himself. He turned back around to Rise, walking around her figure and looking around her. It wasn’t in a perverted way, but more of curiously confused manner. He tapped her arm, and made a small frown and eye squint. “Hmph. Is this a joke? You were dead...you died by my own brainwashed hands. How is it that you’re still alive? How come you’re not transparent like ghosts should be?”

Normally, he probably hug the bejeezes out of her, but he’s pretty sure a hug from a cyborg would pop her eyes out. “If you’re really Rise, then answer my questions. What day and month was I born on? Who are my kin? And what is my favorite weapon? Lastly, only the real one would know, who were my affections to?”, he fired off the questions in his stoic manner.

Then again, how could a piece of metal be warm like a human heart? 

Here was a man who lost his memories, the only remaining bond being the one between his Attendant, and himself. Well, now he’s an Attendant himself, but now his old feelings he might’ve had towards anyone vanished, Would he care? Mostly not.

For they were blown in the dust. Plus, becoming an Attendant drastically changed things between himself and his human friends. But she was Attendant too, so it would make sense she would be his love. Plus, he’d known her in his mental haze…and so many other things.

Even if this mysterious woman that keeps popping in his head was someone he once loved…it was far too late to go back. Yet, he did not mind. He was happy for now, and that’s all that mattered. He enjoyed the moment of the second connection of their lips, indulging in her taste.

He pulled back as well, staring back at her own golden orbs. “Well…whilst travelling between places I found a nice little beach. It’s deserted…and it oddly enough had a house. It’s quite a sight. I’ll show you it, if you want.”, he nuzzled her nose playfully and stroked her luscious white hair. He was always amazed by her beauty from afar, but it was even better up close.

♚ ] The giggle that escaped when he brushed against her nose with his own was shockingly effeminate, and even she appeared surprised by it. Clearing her throat and looking slightly embarrassed, she tried to focus instead on nodding to his offer. It did sound pleasant, and it had been an exceptionally long time since she had had occasion to visit a beach. Listening to nothing but the sounds of nature, and feeling the breeze through her hair, and having nobody but him around…

♚ ] Shifting slightly and settling her head against his chest, she hummed peacefully. Even the simple intimacy of having someone run their fingers through your hair was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and she had forgotten how soothing it was. The metronomic thrum of his heartbeat played in her ear, and her eyelids fluttered closed for a short while.

♚ ] “That sounds agreeable.” She murmured softly. “I’ll look forward to it. We just have to work on getting your memory back first, if you’re certain that’s what you want.” It would not be easy, by any definition. “I will do everything I can to help, of course, but..” Her voice trailed off. “I do not think that will be all that much.”

This was quite a turn-around. Now he for once made her embarrassed. Gosh, she was being so cute at this moment, it was hard not to get the look out of his eye, the type of look one would give a new puppy when it did something silly.

“Yea...that is the more urgent matter at hand.”, he mumbled back. “Oh don’t say that. You’ve assisted me in so many ways...if it weren’t for you, I’d probably wouldn’t be functioning right now.”, he continued to play with her hair. 

“Heh...and maybe if it wasn’t for you, I’d be punching Igor.”, he chuckled at the thought. Though it didn’t sound so far off considering their tension. He lifted his head up to peek through the window. “Say, how about I show you that beach now?”, he looked up and pulled a string, the train’s constantly spawning tracks then turned. “We’ll be there in a bit. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

He directed his attention back to Margaret, going back to cuddling her. “Why are you so beautiful?”, he blurted, blushing once he realized what he said.

Send a "♪" for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to.

The Half-Boiled Detective Price

Naoto geeking out over Kamen Rider W, collecting Gaia Memories and even dressing up like Shotarou/W.

I bet she has a driver and all memories lmao.

Derpy stream doodles |D

{ I LOVE THIS }

i should be doing so much homework right now

“How’s this?!”, he lands a loud punch with a crack, the Shadow spilling the black matter that might be his “blood”. It’s then that the two Shadows merge and hit him with more than twice the force he gave. This sent him careening into the wall right behind Rise’s hidey-hole. 

He was practically stuck in the wall, but yet he was easily able to get out. He noticed the blood coming out the side of his mouth. “Hmph. Bastard...you wanna play rough then? Let’s play rough.” He put his hands at his waist line and a belt formed, phasing from within then physically appearing.

He pulled open the compartment and a card of the Fool Arcana floated down as a industrial tune kept repeating. He grabbed it and inserted it into, then placing it inside. The tune then picked up and introduced heavy metal guitars. “Henshin.”, he uttered before slamming the hand. “PERSONA!”, the belt’s deep voice bellowed.

The card then broke into millions of shattered pieces, the pieces then quickly attaching him, and in a blink of an eye he transformed. “IZANAGI!”, the belt spoke as his yellow eyes quickly flashed.

He let out a battle cry as he literally flew into the monster, fighting it again with nothing but his fists. This time, the Shadow’s attacks weren’t affecting him, but he certainly was hurting the Shadow judging by the cries of pain. “Rider Punch!”, he cried as he punched the creature, a lightning aura surrounding his fists. As the lightning surged through the Shadow, it faded away from existence. He stood motionless and firm over the Shadow’s disappearing corpse.

“Strange...it was not solid. Shadow cyborgs usually are...”, he muttered. “Whatever. Another target eliminated.” He turned towards Rise’s hiding spot. “Oi! It’s safe now. Come out.”, he stated as the belt merged back into him, the shards of the card blowing away like dust in the wind, returning back to his normal self.

2013 vma will always be the best vma

HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT DAFT PUNK????!!!!!

I’m actually just reblogging this because of daft Punk!

fulton recovery

I'll roleplay with anyone! reblog if you will too!