#brxknqce

If youre looking for a shadow you might wanna go bigger than mementos and start looking for a palace.

“im fine just leave  me alone!” she said turing away,  covering her bruised cheek with her hair. she prolly stuck out like a sore thumb.  her stepmother threw another one of her lavish paries forcing the girl to serve her and her guests. while she was serving the orders she got knock over causing Kimika to drop the platter all over one of her stepmom’s closet freinds. this cause her stepmother to go into a rage and hit her until  Kimika practically ran out of the house, still dressed in her housemaid outfit

my first impression of your muse: who let the pure Goro into the worldmy first impression of you: pancake mothermy favorite thing about your muse: THE PUREST, CUTEST GORO AKECHI. SO SQUISH, A GOOD PANCAKEmy favorite thing about you: you indulge me in my silly, crackish RP ideaswould I ever consider shipping our muses: COME. AT. MEa plot I’d like to see between our muses: we’ve already covered most of my ideas tbhan AU I think would be interesting for our muses: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dunno. I’m always thirsty for childhood friend AUs with these two, though. 

Ayyyyyeeee, I’m Chellen and I also love Persona 5 (3+4), Danganronpa, Ace Attorney and Pokemon... Sadly I don’t have any collection ;w;

@brxknqce --Akira takes a deep, shaky breath and holds it, rubbing the haze of sleep from his eyes and leaning into the touch of a warm hand on his shoulder. He exhales again with a weak curse and goes boneless against Goro’s support, exhausted form the images his mind had conjured. “I don’t think I can get back to sleep...” He mumbles, body quivering ever so subtly with the aftermath. He doesn’t even remember it that clearly anymore, already fading away, but he knows it’d been bad, to have shaken him like this. 

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@brxknqce--Sojiro spots him and heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes. Honestly, didn’t the kid sleep well last night? He’d have to make sure to start shooing him away sooner so he got longer to rest. A steaming mug, not coffee strangely, but rich, homemade hot chocolate is placed down near his head, a hand reaching out to ruffle long hair. “Hey, kid. C’mon, you can’t sleep there. Wake up” He orders, grouchy but gentle.