hey, hey you— yeah, you.
do you like attractive, blunt yet tactful, highly intelligent punk styled doctors that needs willing volunteers? if so, then LIKE / REBLOG to be checked out by ya girl: tae takemi from persona 5. she will affectionately nickname all you lovely people ‘ guinea pig ’ and allow you a fair working deal should you need some rad health and sp shit to take with you into palaces. just, try not to die, alright? and don’t drink the grey stuff.
warning: blog is still undergoing moderate/heavy construction
#❛ ☠ █ my STRENGTH my r a g e my MALICE is for all to see ('self promo'.) #[ look who fuckin did the thing #my next few days will be me cranking out drafts and bein on my persona blogs to get em going #so feel free to chat me up otherwise it'll seem like #this blog is on auto pilot imma be real silent #i havent been in much of a talking mood recently anyway and i apoloize ]
foot taps insistently against the pavement ground with the bouncing of her leg to elicit the steady ‘clicks’ of the heel in her boot. blue irises framed with short lashes flutter shut chaotically, torn between rolling them into the far reaches of her head and simply closing them.
❝ you make me regret the fashionable choices i make from a day to day basis. ❞
she might as well fill today up with the schedule of a complete wardrobe revamping; can’t he just yell and walk up to her like a normal person? cheek is sucked in before lips pucker and the blowing of bubblegum is initiated.
❝ what do i look like— marilyn monroe?? ❞
#boybullet #[ unbelievable this is just the /starter/ and you make me tempted give her a yj verse ] #[ guess what tf im doing now.; #lm ]#v: tbt
ooc. for the love of cheese my guys dont be afraid to poke me to remind me if i owe you things and because im that thot(tm) that starts 2858454 million threads because i need them but then i manage with my split and fleting attention spans to forget or misplace some of them. so please friends if i owe you something and you think i forgot which is possible, smack my ass into space
#❛ ☠ █ out of malice ( ‘ooc’.) #[ im in drafts rn and about to do that starter call i posted months ago with a reblog #while i write those who already hearted it ]
❝ either we figure one out or we make a way out. don’t know how well the latter option is gonna go with these tremors, ❞
hands scrape and run across the cracked and smooth pieces of the wall she’s facing, mainly around where their entrance once stood. weight pushes into it whenever the shaking was near undetectable before her foot drives into it for added measure and she moves on. attention is more focused on the immediate problem at hand, and nothing much but a half sideways glance is given to the young child.
❝ foundation could be weak, or the ground it’s built on itself is utter shit. feel the walls some and see if you can find a section that’s hollow or something. ❞
Something had fallen in front of the only obvious entrance to the room. In blunt terms, they were TRAPPED with no evident way out, to which Naminé could only cast her gaze around, looking for any solutions to their immediate problem. The ground was trembling, albeit in a far off and distant sort of manner, as if there were an earthquake several leagues away. Her leg is stinging, a little bit, blood dripping from a small wound, but that is incredibly low on her list of priorities, for the time being. ( well, not just for the time being, she’s never been particularly careful about her own physical status, but that’s neither here nor there ) ❝ We’re stuck, ❞ she says needlessly, in spite of her walking around and trying to find something else. Anything else. ❝ I don’t think there’s any way to leave through the entrance. ❞
#v:『crossover.』 #❛☠█ in route ( 'replies'.) #usedmagic #[ me: *Takes 548648 years to respond* #i am so sorry ]
breath is heavy with the huff she heaves out towards him. immediately sice clings to him, even if the water on him begins to seep through her front, making all the fabric uncomfortably stick back onto the skin of her chest. noctis is kind enough to reposition them though, and with his form forming a barrier she can barely feel the effects of the wind— legs thread around his waist to delve in even further to the heat he offers, even if it’s a bad choice for the fact she isn’t one to frequent pants over skirts.
the pale skin of her face finds solace with the crook of his neck and shoulder and lips are left to mumble a muffled apology from the shivering breath against him that causes him to shudder due to the raw rain on her flesh, pooling to fill her boots. this situation would’ve been desirable if the weather wasn’t so damn dreary and aggressive tonight and even if the rain stops during the middle of the night they can’t risk the slippery and damaged terrain with the wildlife. she wants all of him—— anything to get rid of this chill.
❝ don’t treat me like i’m dying, i’m just cold. ...but thanks. ❞
@akamure replied to your post
cause ya aint ever gon’ find a bettah sparrin partner than me!
you know i almost had a crisis within five seconds because i thought of two simultaneous responses to this and one proves i’ve been around you way too much for way too long but i refuse to humor that so i’ll stick with the technical meaning of this and that is true. who else will i get to punch in the face like i punch you? no one.