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@tobakushi voice: put the milk away
Everyone’s sinning and I’m seeing old friends from the FF fandom pop up on my dash but I just want to play the Bravely Second demo--
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Pekos everywhere agree that @tobakushi is an irritating dickwad.
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//Bonjour, all my followers! Tonight (in my zone), I’m feelin’ a little Cards Against Humanity. So how about a game? Here’s the link : http://pyx-1.pretendyoure.xyz/zy/game.jsp#game=65 and the password is MusicallyChallenged (<– Just how it’s spelled there!!) The chat will mostly be in character, so choose your muse wisely! I’ll see you there!//
"...Why do you want me to eat one?"
“Well, it’s a matter of principle. Also, you keep saying no, so clearly this must mean I have to continue presenting the idea until you relent. That’s how these things work, right?”
"No."
“Open your mind and your taste buds, Kirigiri.”
"I still refuse to eat cheeseburgers."
“Someday you will see the light.”
It has been said that a virtue is a mean between two extremes. However, this mean is difficult to accomplish because no one is perfect, especially not our muses — show us their bad side. Bold the extreme of each virtue your muse is more prone to. Take in even the slightest preference or tendency. Bonus: put a * after each pair of traits that has changed sides during their life. Feel free to tell about it in the tags as well. Reblog, do not repost.
POLITENESS: untruthfulness vs rudeness FIDELITY: obstinacy vs fickleness WISDOM: guile vs folly TEMPERANCE: abstinence vs dissipation * COURAGE: recklessness vs cowardice JUSTICE: vindictiveness vs indifference GENEROSITY: wastefulness vs stinginess * COMPASSION: segregation vs cruelty MERCY: apologism vs hatred * GRATITUDE: complacency vs nostalgia HUMILITY: weakness vs egotism * SIMPLICITY: simplism vs magniloquence TOLERANCE: negligence vs bigotry PURE: naivety vs corruptness * GENTLENESS: passivity vs irascibility CANDOUR: exhibitionism vs insincerity HUMOUR: buffoonery vs boorishness
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♦: Slow dancing
When it came to her attention that Hajime was beginning to draw closer to her, the only response she gave him was a gaze from attentive carmine eyes, predicting to simply exchange words in the form of conversation. Nothing more, nothing less.
That was until the man took one step too close, then a second one, and another, and another.
She took in a breathe and held it. Despite proceeding to take a few steps into her personal space, Peko didn’t do anything drastic, only continuing to stare at him, an eyebrow lowered as she gave him a questioning look. As he took steps towards her, she began to take steps away from him.
“What are you doing?” She finally said, breaking the silence between the two of them. Her voice took on it’s usually calm tone, except for the slightest quiver in her words, that she held strong hopes he wouldn’t notice.
Banquets were a far cry from Hajime’s usual venue. Opposed to the flashing lights and heady scent of smoke, the clatter of silverware and chatter between Tokyo’s scions was drab and prosaic. A gambler really had no business even being here, but he’d been invited by a lower yakuza boss with the promise of poker and a chance to play against wealthy and influential card sharks.
In other words, money. Droll as it may be, he would not turn down a chance to line his pockets, especially when he was quite sure that this invitation was a trap to oust one of Japan’s most prolific gamblers. So he came, dressed in one of his nicer suits, pressed and clean and with a cute little green pocket square in the front pocket. Spiffy.
Hajime noticed early on that there were several families congregated at this event from lower influence families to the higher ups -- particularly the Kuzuryuu family,.Sure enough, a close-cut head of blond hair indicated the presence of his classmate, Fuyuhiko. He was shadowing his father as they made small talk with other guests. Hovering not too far away was a silver-haired girl toting a sheathed blade (he noted with amusement that none would dare try to separate the girl from her weapon, and for good reason). She was another of his classmates, Peko Pekoyama.
A glance to the clock. There was a good hour before the cards would be shuffled. He had ample time to bother the girl. Taking a few steps towards her, she unfailingly snapped her gaze in his direction, calmly assessing his intent as he approached. The brunet carried no ill intent with his gait; more likely she would think that he came to say hello to a fellow classmate. So understandably, she began to take measured steps back as he closed in. It was only when she spoke up that he halted, offering a smile and his hand as the music in the banquet hall began to pick up -- meandering at a steady beat indicative of a slow dancing song.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Pekoyama?” A beat. “Don’t answer that. It’s woefully boring standing around here, so would you like to dance?”
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send me a ✍ to see a glimpse of a muse i might want to play.
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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
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tiaarra
♔ “HYUAAAAAAHWWWAAAAAHHHGHHH!”
♠ “YOU’RE A HYUAAAAAHWWAAAAAHHGHH!”
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♠ “I DO WHAT I WANT!”
Steals his shirt and shoes.
“Hey now.”
“No shirt, no shoes, no service.”