#resolvebled

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@duplikiss - queen of the lesbians: fash! thank GOD someone writes Hermes! a good one too, at that! i about sobbed when i saw a blog for her and had to follow instantly. worked out that the mun is so friggin cool and cursed! i love talking to her like every day oh my god her wheezing is my aesthetic. i love all our threads and will forever write wlw stuff with you!!! sugoi!!! go follow immediately! you have 5 seconds before this message self destructs! 

@resolvebled - mara here is the first person to interact with me in the jjba rpc and forever holds a soft place in my dead heart. her risotto is AMAZING! clown man is an absolute treasure much like the mun! i always squeal a little when we thread bc i just love ur writing, okay? mwah mwah! fellow gamers….please follow her or you’re a NORMIE!!!

Although her request to talk to him had been in part to get away from the others, there were questions; private ones, that she wanted to ask, if only to cease them repeating in her mind at night. They always haunted her and it left her restless and even more vicious in the morning.

Trish moved to lean with her arms folded at far end of the room that she supposed Risotto must have claimed as his office or something of the sort, having not spoken a word since she entered. It wasn’t petulance that drove her, but hardship dealing with asking what she wanted. When she settled on a question, she finally turned to face him -- properly, respectfully -- with lips pursed.

“Do I have a future after we take down my father?” It’s blunt, but not harshly spoken. Said with the tone of someone who hid her anticipation of the answer with directness. “ -- I’m not just glorified bait to draw him out, am I?”

symbol starters ( x )

“Dinner?”

Formaggio was remarkably sober -- well, a beer can was nursed in his hands, but it remained relatively untouched as he talked with his capo. His brows raised, curiosity and almost joking suspicion on his face as he searched Risotto’s visage. He didn’t think he’d joke.. period, but, he didn’t think he’d offer that unless he was serious.

His mouth opened, already on the tip of the tongue was some joking recount of the last time he’d ever been anywhere ‘fancy.’ -- dressing up in something smart was out of the question, and his table manners left a lot to be desired. But, for once, he closed his mouth and pondered on the offer.

“Mm... you know,” he abandons the beer can on the side of the table he was sitting on, slipping off of it and offering Risotto a casual grin. “ -- I was just gonna order takeout tonight anyway, so, sure, why the hell not. Eatin’ out somewhere sounds pretty nice.”

There was part of that sentence went unsaid, of course. It was just about the meal, not at all the company he was gonna be spending it with. Of course not. Nope. 

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50 ODDLY SPECIFIC HEADCANON ASKS.

What keeps your muse up at night?

Josuke constantly things of his blood family and whether or not if they would accept him once he is finally reunited with them.  

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Aside from Josuke’s amnesia, Kira has been diagnosed with Asperger’s.  It explains his often cold and distant personality, his fixation of the sea and green things.  Josefumi suffers from severe depression from years of being alone and neglected.  

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

All of my current muses have come from middle to upper class families.  They are very privileged in that aspect of life and live in a city that has plenty of opportunities for career placement.

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)

Josuke’s voice gets high pitched and shouts when he’s excited about something.  

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

“I have faith.” Melone sighed. He believed wholeheartedly in his companions. They were well trained and experienced.

But... He could remember the last time they waited too long. He could remember what happened to two people he had also believed in. Two people that stayed out of his mouth for the moment, because surely Risotto remembered just as vividly as he did, just as vividly as all of them did. Because they had waited.