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Blog PSA
[Hey all. I know I’ve been rather silent on this blog as of late due to a variety of reasons. But this post is to announce that this blog is being archived, and Haru’s being moved to my new multimuse, @arcanaunbound so if you wanna keep up with her, you can head over there. Additionally, if we had a thread going here that you’d like to continue there, feel free to IM me over there to let me know. I’d be more than happy to dig it up.
That blog will also be where all of my old and new muses are going to show up, so if you wanna keep up with my writing in general, that’s the spot as well.]
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The girl delicately and wordlessly rested the bouquet on the grave. A small breath slipped past her slips, and she did her best to keep the tears at bay. No need to make a fuss in public.
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Polite Ryuji ✨
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he really is the best one for the glamour shots
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brightpinkmoon
Either Kitagawa somehow became a social butterfly when exposed to Shujin students, or the group in question was the same group that she’d been investigating. Good to know.
“Well, I’m glad there are people he gets along with, even if they’re not at the same school,” she responded with a slight smile. “I was a little concerned for him, to be honest.”
“But you play piano, too? I try, but I’m stuck using the one in the dorm’s lounge when it’s free; I wouldn’t mind having one for myself, but the noise would bother my dormmates.” She shrugged. “Still, it’s nice just to listen, too.”
“Oh, I never introduced myself, huh? I’m Minako Yuki. Nice to meet you!”
“Oh! Yes, I’m Haru Okumura. It’s a pleasure to finally be formally introduced!” This girl seemed very nice. It made the Empress happy to know that people like her were Yusuke’s classmates. Maybe it was something about creative people that carried a positive aura about them.
“I sometimes worry for Yusuke-kun as well. He gets so caught up in his work that he forgets to care for himself occasionally. I’ve actually taken to giving him some of the produce I grow when we meet. It’s not much, but it helps.”
Oh dear, she was rambling again wasn’t she? She had to remember that certain things were not necessarily meant to be public knowledge. Granted, she wasn’t necessarily hurting Yusuke by saying this, but she also didn’t intend to try to elicit pity for her friend from the other. The truth was, she was just bad at small-talk.
“It’s nice to meet another pianist though! So few people take interest in learning an instrument these days. I wish I had the opportunity to play for more people, but my piano isn’t exactly portable. The only ones that end up hearing it are my maids.” And her father did as well, but she’d rather not mention that at the moment. No need to air her sorrows to a new face.
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@bloodsplatteredmoon
Talking to adults wasn’t something that was alien to the Empress, but it was seldom in a casual context. More often than not, it was with business men and women in a business-type situation. Even conversations with her classmates were painfully formal, and only surface level in content.
Needless to say, she was bad at talking about personal matters. Though getting to know her new co-conspirators should be considered a priority. It was a bit easier with those closer to her age, but he was definitely older than she. Even still, it wasn’t by that much, but it was still rather intimidating, which wasn’t helped by the other’s stature, or her own nervous demeanor for that matter.
“So, um, Aragaki-san was it? If you’re not in school right now, what do you do?” It was such a dull question, ‘what do you do?’ It sounded too adult to be coming from a high-schooler. Perhaps starting with the mundane was good though. They could establish at least a little about themselves before getting into the supernatural.
[~☪~] It was definitely a strange perspective, he couldn’t deny how odd it had been when he originally joined the Phantom Thieves… everyone was in high school, or around the age of a teenager, except him.
The newest face of the group, Haru. She carried an elegant air around her, and it was hard to imagine that her father was so far gone in the midst of his Palace, that he was going to have her married off to some jerk who didn’t even know how to treat her well.
Shinjiro lifted his head as she spoke his name, questioning what he did if he wasn’t in school like the rest of them. He lightly rubbed against his jaw, as he gave off a small breath.
“I came to Shibuya around the beginning of May in order to overlook the construction and opening of my restaurant in the spring of next year.” He carefully explained, willing to explain more if she needed to know more.
“A restaurant?” That sounded like a lot of fun. It would be good to get some new dining places in Shibuya. Not that there weren’t a lot already, but more options was never a bad thing.
She hadn’t initially nailed down Shinjiro as a chef, but she’d been finding quite a lot recently that appearances seldom belayed the whole essence of a person’s identity. She herself was perhaps even a good example as well. There were things she was still learning about herself.
“What kind of food do you plan on serving? I imagine you have something of a menu in order if you plan on opening within the year.”
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[I made a personal blog to fuck around on @shys-corner which will be a lot more personal stuff so if you wanna follow feel free but I might not follow back RP blogs since it’s not an RP account.
Also, there’s gonna be a bunch more than just Persona there, js.
Also I need more people to follow.]
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Things Said By My Cousin Starters
- “I’ve watched The Grinch seventeen times in the last three months.”’
- “He/she has beautiful, golden yellow macaroni hair.”
- “He/She has five pairs of Grinch pants. I enabled him/her. I bought him/her the fifth pair.”
- “I was about to go to bed, but I stopped and just started dabbing real hard.”
- “Okay, hold the phone. Stop it.”
- “They played a ten hour version of Kanye going ‘scoop de poop de woop poop’.”
- “Lil’ Yachty threw a pizza at me.”
- “Give me his/her name, his/her number, and his/her I.D. I’m him/her.”
- “I was entertainingly interrupting.”
- “I’m building a house of cards and every time it falls I’m ripping an eyelash out.”
- “I’m gay, can I get in?”
- “I don’t have a desk.”
- “Agent Cody Banks needs a sequel.”
- “Apparently the robotics kids do parkour now.”
- “I was having flashbacks to Hoodwinked 2.”
- “I have an obsession with Post Malone. It’s not a crush, and I don’t even like his music, but every so often I’ll think to myself, ‘I wonder how Posty’s doing?’”
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By: Dominika Brudny| domsli22
Source: like-fairy-tales
[It’s 4 in the morning but I finally made a pride month icon for this blog.]
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雨
for; @bombsovernk
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“You’re right on both counts, actually! I have seen him around. He’s talented, to say the least. I don’t think we’ve had a conversation that lasted more than a minute, though.”
Actually, Minako was more surprised to find that she knew him. At school, he seemed to be entirely focused on his work. She did know that he had been hanging around town with a group of Shujin students.
Given that it had been immediately after Madarame’s change of heart, and his friends attended the same school as Kamoshida, she’d been doing her best to pay attention, but their appearances in Shibuya had become less frequent in recent months.
“I take it you aren’t a Kosei student, huh? How’d you guys even meet? Do you do art in your free time or something?”
“No, I can’t say I’m much of an artist myself, though I do enjoy playing piano. I attend Shujin Academy. I actually met a group he was already friends with, so I suppose it was just circumstance.” It didn’t occur to Haru that this tidbit could prove to be potentially damning if someone were to connect all of the dots. As far as she knew, it wasn’t very uncommon to have friends that attended different schools.
“But yes, I absolutely love Yusuke-kun’s work! If he’d allow me, I would jump at the chance to purchase a painting of his. He has such a way with expressionism that’s hard to put into words.”
She could picture it now. A small cafe in a quiet town in the country, the aroma of coffee filling the air along with the sound of rain falling outside, the walls adorned with a few of her friend’s abstractions. It was perhaps a heavily romanticized image, but one that motivated her nonetheless.
