discovdani

[discovdani]

#discovdani ; ind. priv. sel. usapyon from the yokai watch franchise. penned by nova. they/them. gmt+5. 21. 18+ only.

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[dismalice]

"THE PHONE! CANNOT! BE MOVED!" Spamton insists, his words slow and carefully enunciated, requiring great strain on his part. Ultimately, this isn't something that Spamton wants to--or even can--explain to the otter thing. Even if he is a Lightner, Spamton's situation is beyond his understanding, and dangerous to even attempt to know. He is visibly relieved when the yokai turns his attention back to the items that are actually for sale. This critter is really getting on his nerves; is he really so stupid that he thinks that nothing could possibly be wrong with the extremely ominous phone in the corner that he's been told not to touch? Don't people know what curses are these days? Man, whatever. Let's just get this over with!

"[Excess sorrys], KID!" Spamton unhelpfully corrects. He waddles back over to his counter, hoists himself up on his apple box so that he can actually see over it, and thrusts himself right back into the salesman persona as if nothing strange had happened just moments before. There's a visible shift in the way he carries himself; peppy, self-assured, and more than a little bit pushy. He picks up the old bowtie and holds it out for the critter to see, like a cat proudly presenting the results of its latest hunt.

"IT'S A [[100% GENUINE VINTAGE]]!" Spamton declares; a rare moment of truth in his sales tactics. It's old and worn, but unlike the other items on the counter, this one was clearly well-made and would have looked rather handsome in its heyday. Much of the stitching is still intact despite the frayed ends, and its once-vibrant neon colours are now more of a faded pastel hue. "YOURS FOR JUST [[59 46 87 102 98]] KROMER! [[But wait, there's more!]] ORDER NOW AND GET A BOTTLE OF ███████ FOR JUST [[4.99 plus shipping and handling!]]"

[discovdani]

Spamton was, for a lack of better words, forcing the yokai to put the pieces together himself. Obviously, with the salesman's rude and hasty hollering, the phone was more than a phone. It hadn't rang any, yet it seemed to be connected to... somewhere. Given that Spamton loved all things trash, whether or not it worked probably made no difference to him. Did it hold some sentimental value? It was possibly used by him before he became... this, if such a past exists. Maybe it belonged to someone else? Someone that left in some way or another. That would be the conclusion both Hailey Anne and the shows she watched would come to. It was possible, but the more Usapyon thought about it, the more he questioned himself why it even mattered. It could've been a case of one man's trash being another man's treasure and nothing else to it. That wasn't a satisfying enough answer for him, unfortunately. There had to be more behind it. Spamton's words didn't just emphasize a personal connection. It came as a warning. If the phone was anything to worry about, though, why did he have it so close to his things? To him in general? Was something, someone, maybe, forcing him to keep it there? A Yokai? He hadn't come across any across his adventure yet, but the possibility was never zero. Yokai were, to coin a phrase, everywhere after all. Usapyon didn't pick up on any strange aura coming from the phone, though. He didn't even sense anything off Spamton, who would've been the one inspirited. That, the shady yokai would've noticed off the bat. Unfortunately for him, being a complete douche was the salesman's standard nature. Would it be too far off, then, to assume a third party was involved here? It was a better guess than his previous ones had been. Maybe it was another entity, but not a yokai? Possibly even more powerful than one! That hypothetical was what pulled Usapyon away by the end of it. Not because he wanted Spamton to shut up (even though that would be his second given reason), but he didn't want to get whatever Spamton had. Nnnnnooooo thank you! So there he went and stood at Spamton's shop. Hands on his hips, he watched the salesman throw him his pitch. It was a display that showed some knowledge on showmanship and charisma that brought the dollars in. There was only one problem.

"A bow," the yokai replied dryly, taking it into his hands. "Oh, my bad, dani. A bowtie." That didn't change Usapyon's opinion much on it. Still, he'd take the bone he'd been tossed and examined the accessory. Spamton was right in saying it was vintage, and as much as he disliked admitting it, the bowtie itself actually was a little cute. A conflicted look formed on his face. Sure, it was cute, but where had it been, and who did it come from? Maybe the schematics weren't important -- it was still undeniably trash -- but the otter's itch for curiosity nagged at him in his brain. The offer of some sort of drink made him look back up at Spamton with a raised eyebrow and scowling mouth. A few, inaudible grumbles escaped the yokai as he held the bowtie up to the cyan circle on his suit's chest. He looked down at it, but couldn't properly gauge how well -- or how poorly -- it went with his outfit. Probably very poorly, but since he'd gone through all of this back-and-forth, he should probably get something out of it. Even if that something came out of his own funds. "Do you have a mirror around?" Usapyon asked in a softer tone with his eyes no longer piercing as harshly as they had been.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[dealpartner]

@discovdani continued

CONFIDENCE IS SOMETHING ASRIEL LACKED in life. He shied away from others as a baby, and hid under his parents’ robes when family friends visited. Public speaking terrified him, and the idea he’d have to stand at a podium as a king frightened him into hiding. Was he lonely? Then-Asriel wouldn’t say he was, but the Asriel he became after meeting Chara would say otherwise.

YES, HE WAS LONELY, BUT he only learned what that meant after making a friend. When he and Chara departed for any length of time, he wondered endlessly what they were doing. If they were safe, if they were happy, if they would return. Asriel gained a meager amount of confidence with them by his side, despite their mean remarks. Then they died, then Asriel failed them, and they both died . . .

THE SILENCE FOLLOWING HIS QUESTION unnerved Asriel. He spoke aloud, not really meaning to ask, and now he’s embarrassed himself. The other appears shocked by his words. He hunches into himself, fiddling with his claws. Was it really that bad of a question? From what he’s observed, this wasn’t a monster. He was just curious . . . he can’t ever make a right decision. Asriel hunches into himself, ready to spare himself from the conversation when Usapyon speaks.

“Okay, you don’t have to be rude about it. I’m sorry.” Asriel mumbles with a frown, looking up from his paws. “I’ve never heard of that word before. Yokai.” He speaks louder and clearer, curiosity in his words. “If you’ll let me ask another question . . . Where are you from, stranger?” Then, as an afterthought, “I’m Asriel.”

[discovdani]

Blue eyes blinked rapidly at first, but the extensiveness began to die down upon observing Asriel's response to his outburst. He seemed really upset and really uncomfortable, all because he took his words a little too seriously. Go figure, considering this was a literal child that had lost his life too soon to have grown up against the world. It made Usapyon recoil at how stupid he acted. Enma, he really screwed this up! Usapyon's gaze shifted from left to right, attempting to pull attention away from Asriel. He didn't want to discomfort the kid more than he already had, and was tapping his toe quickly in thought. What to do, what to do... When Asriel began speaking again, the shady yokai knew that he could cutaway into that. At least then this wouldn't feel as awkward as it had been. Even though, in all fairness to himself, he was somewhat right.

"Guess you haven't... and maybe I shouldn't blame you. I mean, I am in a whole new place, far away from home. Of course the terms wouldn't lock; pardon me, dani." He smacked the side of his helmet before returning to answer Asriel's inquiry. "Well, you know ghosts, so to some extent, they're similar. Though, we have a whole labeling sphere and different powers we get from that. We even have some medals that we can give out to human companions should we find them." Usapyon, slowly, walked over to Asriel and held out his yokai medal. "A symbol of our bond, dani." The shady yokai pulled himself away then to give Asriel some much-needed (according to him) space. "And, well, I'm from a ways away from here! I come from someplace called BBQ! We have a lot of food there, a lot of sciences, and, uh..." Usapyon's gaze shifted upwards in an attempt to find more things to say. "Well, and yokai like me! Oh, guess I should get to introducing myself too." He rose his hand to give the visual of clearing his throat into it and pressed his knuckles into each of his sides. "I'm Usapyon, dani! Its great to meet you without something rude to say."

[dealpartner]

CLASSIC MISTAKES WARM HIS HEART rather than annoy him. Ramb isn’t easily annoyed by anyone save for Tenna, who he’ll get in a passive-aggressive spat with anytime of the day. He remembers starting out behind the concession stand. Handing out prizes according to rank is simple, Ramb never had a problem with remembering. Mixology started as a hobby, but liquor wasn’t introduced behind the stand until later.

THAT SALESMAN LOVED A GOOD, cold drink. As he and Tenna got closer, he got away with things he shouldn’t. First, using the concession stand to store foul, sometimes explosive Cyber City drinks. They didn’t contain liquor, and after a while without accidents, no one cared. Then he dared to bring an alcoholic beverage. Multiple, actually, but he didn’t get caught immediately. It took a lot of bickering for Tenna to concede serving alcohol, but it became a success.

ALMOST AS SUCCESSFUL AS HIS new pupil. Perhaps that’s a tad presumptions, but something about the otter’s energy charmed him. He wouldn’t mind sharing the station, or just his company. The way he moved and spoke was lively in a way different from Tenna. More tolerable for one, but also sincere. Usapyon truly cared for what he was doing.

RAMB SMILES AT USAPYON, AMUSED and proud of his enthusiasm. “You’ll tire y’rself out at this rate, mate.” He says not unkindly, then leans close to the Gin and Tonic. Paw curled on his chin, he analyzes the glass. Had he worn glasses, he surely would have adjusted them. Ramb gives a firm nod, then opens a drawer filled with an array of prizes. He sifted through until he found a long, thin object wrapped in Tenna-decorated paper.

HE EASILY TEARS THE PACKAGE and pulls out red a silly straw. “The appearance can look sound, but it’s the taste y’ gotta be sure of. I won’t make ya drink. Don’t think you know what a proper Gin tastes like, anyhow.” Ramb drops the straw in and sips once, twice, then nods again. His smile widens and he claps. “Well done! That’s a proper drink.” Not the best he’s had, but it wasn’t miserable.

“Why don’t you pick out a snack as a reward, eh? Maybe sit and relax a bit before the crowd picks up again. No offense, but I noticed your disposition could use a little work. It’d be good to clear your mind.”

[discovdani]

Ramb, admittedly, did have a point there. It likely had to play in with his body being smaller, but the overall act of preparing the drink stole a few breaths out of him. For the bartender to point out the straining movements the yokai was making indicated, at least from his perspective, that something about his performance was wrong. It wasn't wrong in preparing what needed to be, but wrong in the sense that it wasn't acted out as it should've been. Of course there was something missing, a uniqueness to his moves that he would have to master, but remember? First day on the unofficial fun job? Usapyon was, at the very least, proud of the accomplishment of having prepared the actual drink well enough for Ramb. He knew that it wouldn't be anything spectacular, but so long as he was able to get the whole thing down, did it matter? From his knowledge, so long as the alcohol worked the way it was intended, taste didn't matter too much. He was also somewhat aware that most alcohol tasted really bad to begin with, so it was an alcohol problem, but an Usapyon problem! He didn't think that Ramb would need a silly straw for it, though. Was everything in this place decorated in that very marketable wrapping paper? To think someone could be that inflated with their personal image! Especially when you were the television behind everything. Tenna was everything; what more did he need? Well, to focus on what actually mattered. Now, he was finally feeling the weight of all the running push down on him like increased gravity.

"Why I mighty appreciate that, dani! That worked up a bit of an appetite... hehe. It seems silly, but its true!" The yokai now had to take it upon himself to pick out what he wanted. He looked around, only for his eyes to land on a bag of pretzels. Usapyon shrugged; you could never go wrong with a classic. He picked it up and walked to the other side of the stand, sitting back where he had been previously. He opened up the bag, pressed one of the buttons on the side of his helmet, and pushed up the visor. His hand brought up the pretzel for him to eat, and then shrugged. It was just a regular pretzel piece. "Now, back at the space station, whenever something could be improved on, there was generally a review on what exactly needs work. Do you have something to that extent for my performance, dani? Maybe something that... doesn't have me doing all that running around?" Usapyon plopped another pretzel in his mouth as he gazed at Ramb gently yet expectantly.

[dismalice]

It's good that Usapyon opened the door when he did, because if he had taken any longer, Spamton might have actually exploded from sheer impatience... and the bombs he can summon for his attacks. He completely ignores the otter's obvious disdain for the place, instead choosing to see it as an exclamation of disbelief at how amazing his shop is. Spamton waddles over to a counter made from old discarded boxes, proudly holding up some items for Usapyon to browse. He knows most of this stuff is crap, but it's not like he has a way to get his hands on high-quality product, and he needs the money, okay? Get off his dick about it!

"WE GOT [Fab! Gear!]!" A shattered sword whose pieces could only be used as projectiles if one were desperate enough for a weapon. "WE GOT [EXCESS SORRYS]," A worn-down old bowtie that would have been much more vibrant in its heyday. "WE GOT [[Free refills with your $2.99 purchase!]]" A bottle of suspicious pixelated squares, rapidly shifting colours and somehow moving like a liquid would. He's not even sure what the stuff is himself, honestly, but it looks pretty cool, so why not sell it? If people go drinking an obvious virus instead of just putting it on display somewhere, he's not responsible for their level of stupidity. " WE G--NO!!"

Spamton cuts himself off mid-word with a scream. Genuine; visceral. The unsuspecting otter's approach activates what little care for others he has left, and he throws himself into the critter's path, bottle still in hand. If that thing on the other line expects him to answer the phone, there's no telling what it might say--or do--to the person who picks it up. Even someone as bitter and jaded as Spamton would not wish whatever fate that might entail upon anyone. He wouldn't dare disconnect the phone for fear of some terrible consequence (if disconnecting it would even do anything at all; he must have tried to before, right?) but he certainly isn't going to go around answering it! Not yet. "[DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL!] THAT [[CALL NOW!]] AIN'T FOR YOU!"

[discovdani]

Obviously Usapyon wasn't paying what Spamton had to offer any mind. It was a case of the explanations going through one ear and out the other. Whatever wares the salesman had didn't interest him nearly as much as the phone did. It seemed... so out of place. Everything about Spamton was, but this especially so. Why was something so... normal here? It was probably the only good thing Spamton actually had, if the otter had to be honest with himself. Blue eyes only took a second to glance at the items that were placed on the so-called counter where the salesman had placed the rest of his garbage. The phone was the major outlier here, even when it came to Spamton himself. It wasn't making much sense as to why this was here and, characteristically for him, he wanted an answer as to why. Or multiple, even, but he doubted he would even get a slither of a hint from the salesman. The shady yokai looked at Spamton wearily once he ran up and stood between him and the phone. He stopped moving to stare daggers into the salesman, brows furrowing as he gave him a more intense glare. He was right about something: the landline was his most prized possession. An annoyingly suspicious possession at that. Usapyon held his hands at his hips as he tapped a toe against the ground. This was also stupid, really. It was a phone, who cared about a phone? Was he waiting for a call regarding his social security or something? Because someone like him sure did need it! The otter still wasn't pleased by this very incorrect assumption anyways and attempted to argue with his obstruction.

"And if its for you and nobody else, why keep it out in the open, dani? I've never had many high hopes for you, but doesn't that seem stupid?" One of the hands at his hips lowered so that he could wave the hand around as he rolled his eyes. "What if I just wanted to look at it? What if I wanted to buy it? I really doubt you need it all that much anyways. I mean, who really wants to talk to you that badly?" Usapyon shrugged and rolled his head, only to tilt it towards the rest of Spamton's shop. He winced at the painted wall and the lined-up boxes, but something could come out of this. And that begged another question. "Why aren't you even staying here, anyway? Do you just like living in a dumpster? Does it give you enrichment? Does it remind you how sad you are? You have a whole space to yourself right here and you're not using it, dani!!" Usapyon was full-on whining now. How could Spamton be this ridiculously stupid? This could hardly be called a home, but it was better than smelling like, quite literal, shit. But neither of them were going to get much of anywhere if he kept complaining, even though he felt like he needed to. The otter let out a very loud sigh to further amplify his dissatisfaction in... this. In this day, in this shop. In Spamton, and his phone that was constantly being left unattended and could be stolen at any moment. What a joke. "You said something about sorry? Yeah. Yeah, actually, lemme see that one." The shady yokai walked over to the boxes and looked down at the three items currently on the "table." He winced, "ehh, which one is it again?"

[dismalice]

The idle threats show Spamton that Usapyton really doesn't know who he's dealing with, and for his own sake, it's better that he never learns. He has no doubt that he could slap this little thing's ass into another nationality, but he's not looking for a fight unless he's left with no other way to get some kromer out of this. His unsettling grin is unwavering even as he stares down the barrel of the gun that had just been firing at him not moments ago, his jaw hanging slightly open like a disused ventriloquist dummy. The only evidence of their brief scuffle is a few darkened spots on the outside of the dumpster, and a lightly smoking burn mark or two on his clothing. If his appearance is anything to go by, neither seem to be bothering him at all.

"I'LL [Forward, March!]] IF YOU [[April Showers]]." That doesn't make any sense, but he already forgot what he had intended to say, so he just jumps out of the dumpster again and gets on moving. He's surprisingly fast given his size and legs-to-body ratio; almost like some kind of cartoon crab. Usapyon had better keep up! "[[Burning Hot Summer Deals]] THIS WAY!" Spamton exclaims, somewhat invigorated by the prospect of a 'genuine' customer. It should come as no surprise that Spamton is leading them straight for the garbage dump, weaving through alleyways like an intelligent street rat. Who wants to deal with all of those cars? Looking both ways before crossing the street is for chumps! Looking behind you to make sure that your reluctant customer isn't trying to escape, however, is for shrewd businessmen.

"UP AHEAD. GO THROUGH THE [[WHAT'S BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3?]]." Ugh... That one sounded a little too familiar. For once, he quickly corrects himself, with what appears to be great strain. "THE. DOOR. THE [[very normal!]] NOT [[Spooky Scary Skeletons!]] DOOR." It looks like he's getting rather excited. Is he vibrating? One would certainly not blame Usapyon for having second thoughts... "[SPAMTON G. SPAMTON] HAS WARES IF YOU HAVE [[delicis kromer]]."

[discovdani]

The otter's blue eyes were otherwise becoming tired at Spamton's entire... thing. Everything he did and everything he said both was and wasn't predictable. How could it be so hard to wrap your head around one single entity? Given his attitude, Usapyon couldn't believe that the salesman had any meaningful connection, especially not in the realm of business. Whatever wares he had must've been accumulated by his own hands. At first, the shady yokai might've considered this commendable. Now having a basic idea of Spamton G Spamton, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Yet here he was, doing it anyways. Usapyon watched the salesman hop out of the dumpster. He let out a confused noise seeing how fast Spamton was moving in front of him, but trailed behind because... he didn't know where he was going. Cut him some slack, this was his first time to Cyber City! Even if he were to come back (which the chances of that happening were dwindling by the minute), he would still end up getting himself lost. Spamton would probably find him in that instance. That sounded like a nightmare in itself. Usapyon kept haste following Spamton's sporadic moments, the stupidity of it all wracking at his senses. He was going to get hit by one of those cars...! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! He was paying more attention to the shady yokai than himself? Does he need to get to his wares that badly? Aren't garbage bins supposed to be homes for rats? Can he go back and dump him there again already? And now here they were... at another dump. What? Weren't they going to a castle or something?

"You gotta be kidding me..." Usapyon sighed in a very exaggerated manner, standing in front of the door that Spamton led him to. He rose an eyebrow seeing Spamton physically shake next to him. There was no way that he was that excited for this. He knew the salesman was desperate, but... no, never mind. The standards were low and could only go lower! Usapyon put his hand to the doorknob. He exchanged five glances between him and the entrance before biting his lip and stepping inside. Holy fuck. "What the hell is this, dani?!" Usapyon screamed, seeing the less-than appetizing shop belonging to Spamton. Why did he take him here? Did he seriously keep his... yeah. Yeah, he would. Sunshine and rainbows his ass! "Do you honestly think I'm gonna-- hey what's that?" Usapyon's attention was immediately drawn to the phone in the back of the... shop. "A landline, dani! I didn't think you still used those." He started walking up to the phone, arms at his side enthusiastically with each stride he took towards the old lifeline of a machine.

[discovdani]

"Do  you  believe  in  ghosts?" (from UT asriel)

... What. What?! Usapyon stared at the poor kid for a good minute, so entirely beyond himself that he was surprised the words came out of his mouth. What. Did he...? He surely didn't know. But he was so much different compared to the rest of the monsters in the Underground. Maybe everything didn't point fingers to him being completely dead, but... He looked pretty dead, if you asked him! He had his whispy tail for a reason! Then again, what was Asriel's deal? Usapyon hadn't seen him around the Underground from what he could see. The region seemed relatively tight-knitted, but the otter supposed someone of his size might be able to slip past. Though that begged the question... weren't these two the same height? Usapyon did not like referring to himself as small, but he thought it was relevant to the minute he spent staring and pondering. He must've looked weird. Yes, it was an entire minute. During that minute, he got a good look at Asriel. He came to the conclusion that something wasn't all that right with his figure. Something about it was fuzzy, hazy, and he didn't have a shadow. Didn't that make Asriel a ghost? He knew ghost physics worked much, much differently than they did at home, but this was kind of ridiculous? Hasn't he heard of "it takes one to know one?"

"This has gotta be some sorta joke. Can't you see-- Don't you-- haha, yeah! This is just you teasing. You would never ask if you already-- oh wait, you're serious. Dead serious, dead serious like a..." Usapyon's face fell.

"Yes? Yes, I'm a ghost? Aren't you a ghost? Shouldn't you already be familiar with the extraterrestrial or something?" Really, Usapyon was both reeling and catching himself up over the question. He didn't want to laugh in Asriel's face about it. He looked like a child who had a premature death of some kind. Seeing that he's a monster, he didn't have a similar way out like he did. Or, he would assume he didn't. There's not really any room for any rocket ships. The Core doesn't really cut it, either. "But yes, I'm a ghost, but I better prefer the term yokai! Its-- that's what we're called where I come, dani! Please respect that!"

[discovdani]

🌊 for chara 😇

FAMILIAL

blood relatives // half relatives // step relatives // adoptive relatives // found family // (s) is a parent(al figure) to (r) // (r) is a parent(al figure) to (s) // (s) is an older sibling to (r) // (r) is an older sibling to (s) // our characters were raised as siblings together // our characters are cousins // (s) is a sibling (figure) to (r)'s parent // (r) is a sibling (figure) to (s)'s parent

there's potential here for usapyon acting as a guardian figure for chara, but i feel like a sibling dynamic works better. this otter is not capable in any way of being a parental figure or at least a good one. they can be so found family to me though......... regardless of whatever label they get each other frfr even though the specifics around their deaths are vastly different

PLATONIC

childhood friends // family friends // teenage friends // university friends // work friends // adult friends // new or recent friends // best friends // queerplatonic // friends who live together // friends through circumstance // exes to friends // enemies to friends // (s) previously had feelings for (r) // (r) previously had feelings for (s)

i..... did nawt realize how romantic leaning some of the options were on the platonic dynamics sheet but ok anyways i can picture usapyon going vader mode on chara and then they duel it out and then hes like "NOOOO BABY YOKAI IM SORRY!!!" and its like "oh this guy sucks really bad but he knows how to use a gun so maybe this can work to my advantage" i do still like them bonding over being spirits though..

ANTAGONISTIC

frenemies // rivals // friends to enemies // exes to enemies // family-based // work-based // circumstance-based // misunderstanding-based // ideology-based // (s) betrayed (r) // (r) betrayed (s) // (s) believes (r) is a villain // (r) believes (s) is a villain // (s) is a former villain // (r) is a former villain // (s) is actively antagonizing (r) // (r) is actively antagonizing (s)

chara and their otter thing that they like to bully SKJDHJFD i don't see them having like. some sort of overarching reason as to why they would be antagonistic towards each other i just think its down to chara trying to get on usapyon's nerves and their morals conflicting with one another.

GENERAL

coworkers // frequent the same locations/cross paths often // grumpy & sunshine // share a brain cell // begrudgingly connected // hot & cold // straight man & funny man // opposites attract // other not specified

if these two ever tried to collaborate on anything it'd be hell on earth also for begrudgingly connected that's just how usapyon is with Everybody so jkdhjdfjkd.

specific dynamic(s) i'd like to see between our muses not specified :

me when the found family is found and we're both dead as hell and we have beef but by the end of the day i scratch your back and you scratch mine. i'm very much down to explore this further!

[yokaimemes]

THE NON-ROMANTIC SHIPPING GUIDE

inspired by various (romantic) shipping memes i've seen, this is a non-romantic shipping guide meme! this is for those who are interested in dynamics that are solely familial, platonic, antagonistic, and/or simply general, without being romantic or sexual in nature!

ㅤsend 🌊 (or wave emoji if unable to see it) and i will fill out the below form based on what i would like to see between our muses! alternatively, feel free to fill out the form yourself & send it in an ask if you would prefer to share your ideas! (please remember to specify what muse you're sending from or for with multimuse blogs!)

ㅤㅤㅤbold = absolutely, italics = maybe, strikethrough = never. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(s) = sender, (r) = receiver.

FAMILIAL

blood relatives // half relatives // step relatives // adoptive relatives // found family // (s) is a parent(al figure) to (r) // (r) is a parent(al figure) to (s) // (s) is an older sibling to (r) // (r) is an older sibling to (s) // our characters were raised as siblings together // our characters are cousins // (s) is a sibling (figure) to (r)'s parent // (r) is a sibling (figure) to (s)'s parent

PLATONIC

childhood friends // family friends // teenage friends // university friends // work friends // adult friends // new or recent friends // best friends // queerplatonic // friends who live together // friends through circumstance // exes to friends // enemies to friends // (s) previously had feelings for (r) // (r) previously had feelings for (s)

ANTAGONISTIC

frenemies // rivals // friends to enemies // exes to enemies // family-based // work-based // circumstance-based // misunderstanding-based // ideology-based // (s) betrayed (r) // (r) betrayed (s) // (s) believes (r) is a villain // (r) believes (s) is a villain // (s) is a former villain // (r) is a former villain // (s) is actively antagonizing (r) // (r) is actively antagonizing (s)

GENERAL

coworkers // frequent the same locations/cross paths often // grumpy & sunshine // share a brain cell // begrudgingly connected // hot & cold // straight man & funny man // opposites attract // other not specified

specific dynamic(s) i'd like to see between our muses not specified :

(list here as needed)

[roleplayers-ink]

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[dealpartner]

RAMB COCKS HIS HEAD TO the side. He hums, staring silently at Usapyon for a few moments. The morning crowd would arrive in minutes and that includes Tenna. Really, he may not spot Usapyon at all, or if he does, won’t question his presence. So long the little guy’s inconspicuous enough.

INTERNS GHOST THEIR MENTORS, RARELY doing work themself. Only if it’s necessary to learn does Tenna permit them to work show equipment. Drink glasses aren’t the most expensive, but accidents would bring attention. Even if Usapyon can be trusted not to break glasses, drinks mixed wrong would also bring attention. Any conspicuous behavior is a no-go, but perhaps during downtime he can teach Usapyon a drink or two.

“Alright, mate. Here’s what we’ll do. You just watch me for a while. I’ll tell ya what I’m doin’ as I’m doin’ it, then after you can mix your own drinks.”

JUST AFTER HE SPEAKS, THE double doors burst open. A rushing pippins pauses at the counter and opens their mouth, but sees the prepared drink. They smile and nod gratefully, then rushes in the opposite direction. “They’ll be back with the glass later, don’t you worry. Most of ‘em don’t linger ‘til later on. No one’s got a break in the morning.”

SURE ENOUGH, HOURS LATER AT noon, workers flock into the green room. A variety of drinks are ordered and, true to his word, Ramb explained his every move to Usapyon. Brief, concise sentences as he moves fluidly around the bar. Empty glasses were handed to Usapyon for washing and drying. Once the afternoon crowd trickles out, Ramb grabs a spare glass.

“Hope you absorbed all that, mate. Pop quiz, what’s the first step to makin’ a Gin and Tonic?”

[discovdani]

Usapyon was at least content with this not being... that difficult. Well, there were still obvious mistakes he was making that dubbed him a newbie. For starters, when asked for one drink by one of the Pippins, he handed them the wrong glass and got scowled at. Then there was one of the Shadowguys that was getting on his temper. Ramb was a professional, so he knew how to deal with these instances, but hey! He wasn't! Not... yet? That depended on if there would be more instances of him working behind the bar counter. A part of the shady yokai didn't have a problem with that. Despite his slip ups, watching Ramb put together drinks seemed like something in his ball field. He'd watched Dr. Hughly handle far more dangerous chemicals in flasks that could be similarly to shakers and other bar equipment. None of it was entirely the same, but they both possessed the same idea of mixing. And Ramb's liquids didn't have the potential to explode! So there was that! Speaking of, when the aforementioned bartender handed him the glass, determination shined in his eyes.

"You gotta get the ice first!" Usapyon exclaimed as he reached over and got some ice poured into the glass. He shook the glass gently in order to get some of the excess cubes out. He held it up in front of Ramb with both of his hands, showing a job well done. Or, somewhat done. "And then I pour some gin in..." He hopped off the stool to walk over to where the gin was placed. He poured some into the glass and then put it away when he was done with it. He tapped the edge of his visor while clicking his tongue, rolling his eyes in thought. "Then you uhhh... Oh!" Usapyon quickly hopped over towards the other side of the counter, grabbing both the tonic water and lime juice. He poured the former in first, then the latter. He put everything back in place before he walked back over to Ramb, taking the stirring spoon that had been sitting between the two of them. "You stir, and last but not least...!" The otter hopped off the stool, ran over to the fridge, plucked out one of the lime slices, returned back to Ramb, and put the slice on the rim of the glass. "Alllllll done, dani!" He tapped the other side of the glass with his finger before crossing his arms with a smug expression.

[dealpartner]

RAMB RAISES A BROW AT Usapyon's burst of energy. He smiles, amused, and a little endeared by his antics. "He probably won't notice you, mate. He's a busy star, after all." A dying star past his time, he internally adds. "As long as you don't sign anything . . . Sure, why not?" There's plenty of reasons why not, but how could Ramb deny the enthusiasm? One rarely saw such eagerness from anyone besides Tenna, and that occasionally resulted in destruction.

USAPYON DOESN'T HAVE TO HOP over the counter, but Ramb won't stop him. He hops off his stool and enters an open closet to the right. He picks up a stool, moves his own to the side, and places the new stool beside his. He gestures with both arms, cocking his head at the other. "We'll call you my apprentice. Morning crowd will be in soon, won't be too busy. Think you can handle seeing a bunch of stars?" Also washed up, but nicer to deal with than Tenna.

A FRESH RAG IS GIVEN to Usapyon like a badge of honor. "Don't got much to clean, since I've been doing it all . . . How 'bout I show you how to mix a drink, hm? A simple one." Without waiting for a reply, Ramb reaches under the counter for the spare mixer. "Essential, this one." He says, then grabs opened bottles from the mini fridge and places them on the counter. Finally, he retrieves dry glasses from the drying rack. "You ready?"

[discovdani]

Was it bad that he was actually really, really excited? The last thing Usapyon would've considered himself to be was a bartender -- astronomers usually didn't become bartenders -- but to hell with it! He would both get satisfaction from having a free show and whatever stories came with the bar's patrons. It wasn't like the shady yokai was going to do anything malicious with the information he'd get, but boy was he curious. Would any of the morning customers find themselves drunk enough to do so? Stars he hoped so! Usapyon giggled when Ramb called him his apprentice. It sounded silly! ... yet sweet? He didn't pay much attention to how the bartender was also standing on a stool once he did, in fact, hop over from the other side of the counter. Maybe it was reckless and not thoroughly thought out, but it definitely emphasized his enthusiasm. Or, he was hoping it did.

"Oh, uh!" Blue eyes looked between the mixer and Ramb, sputtering for no real reason. If he was going to be a bartender, he was going to have to tend the bar! That meant learning the drinks! But weren't there so many? How does one know? Dammit Usapyon you idiot! "Aha, yep!" Usapyon responded with energy, the emotion behind it unreadable. He knocked his knuckles gently against the counter as he looked between the rest of the Green Room and Ramb. His purple, whispy tail wagged in anticipation, "lets get to work, dani!"

[dismalice]

The electrical current running through the dumpster doesn't hurt, but it sure does tickle, which leads to yet another undoubtedly infuriating laugh from inside. Once upon a time, an attack like that would have had a greater effect on him. His body has become much less conductive and perhaps even more durable, though he has no desire to test the latter theory any more than he already has. Still, he wonders about the usefulness of this violent creature. Someone with a gun like that could probably cause some serious electrical disturbance in the palace, and maybe even succeed in getting all the way down. Spamton considers it for a moment, but... Nah, this one's too volatile. Reminds him a bit of someone else, though that person has been gone for what feels like an age by now. Still, there's something more mundane that the rabbit-otter-thing can fetch for him.

"TELL YOU WHAT, YOU [BIG SHOOT]. IF YOU [[Come with me, and we'll be]], I'll [Show you what you're missing!]" He stands on his little tiptoes, using his pillow to get a +1 height bonus and prop the dumpster's lid open far enough for his head to peek out over the rim. "[[And you may ask yourself]], WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? WELL HAVE I GOT JUST THE [stuff it in your] FOR        ! YOU LIKE [delicis deals], YOU LIKE [little treat]? YOU LIKE [[fresh, home-cooked meals]] [COMING STRAIGHT FROM YOUR HOUSE!]?!"

Something about that last interjection makes him shake with some unidentifiable, intense emotion. Thankfully, he abruptly stops and returns to 'normal' in just a few seconds. He has no idea if this thing actually likes food, but he looks like the kind of creature that would enjoy some of the treats he has lying around in his shop. Maybe some of the drinks, too... Heheheheheh ,

[discovdani]

How in the name of Lord Enma could someone be this irritating? There was nothing logical behind this display, but was there anything logical at all about Spamton? Usapyon was beginning to feel that this was one of, if not, the worst being he's ever had to endure. Given all the yokai that he'd come in contact with, their inspiriting abilities allowing for ludicrous nonsense that ranged in the extremes, activating his Vader Mode and shooting up a storm of electricity, they'd get the memo to leave him alone. Spamton seemed almost unaffected by it, even the shots that did land! Was this guy a boulder? He's met boulders and those stood no chance against him! When Spamton poked his head out from the dumpster slightly, an unamused look formed on his face as he rose his pistol, ready to aim. It was about only half a foot away from the salesman's face. The shady yokai was absolutely over it. Why did he have to come with him? None of what he was offering sounded appealing either. Okay, yeah, sure, he was still an otter. He liked little treats, maybe, and some meals here and there. And maybe the offer would've been appreciated; he didn't need to eat, but he hadn't eaten in awhile, which was just about the same as being hungry. The issue was that Spamton would be providing the food. And, to be completely honest, Usapyon didn't think he trusted his cooking. He could've been the best chef in Cyber City for all he knew, but that wouldn't change any potential poisons the salesman could add into the mix. It was whatever now. He was already in this thing and far too deep to pull back now. Usapyon supposed his statement was correct: the faster he got this done, the faster he never had to see Spamton again.

"Fine, fine." Usapyon put his pistol away and hopped up to pull the lid up, giving the salesman a clear way out of the dumpster. His eyebrow raised at Spamton's split moment of... insecurity? Fear? Something negative. The otter knew he wasn't the cause. Spamton had made it clear enough that his charge and his gun didn't dismay him. Was it the idea of leading him somewhere, of actually having someone in his presence for a genuine span of time? Probably. Usapyon could believe it was warranted all he wanted, but he wouldn't deny that Spamton's existences seemed to be awfully lonely. The glass on his helmet hissed as it rose up to allow the yokai to pinch in-between his eyes. "Go on, Spamton. March! We don't got all day! Well, maybe you do, but I really wouldn't like to!"

[dealpartner]

RAMB HUMS IN SOLEMN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, though internally he's amused. Yes, alcohol loosened lips and often sunk ships. Some of the more entertaining moments at the concession stand happened when B overhears A oversharing and, naturally, something explosive happens. Or, tension silently brews, thick enough to choke on. Externally, he'd never admit his enjoyment. Is it malicious to laugh at misfortune? Probably, but besides the fallout being the consequence of one's actions, it feels so scripted. Part of Tenna's show.

BAD THINGS HAPPEN, MIGHT AS well laugh it off. Easier for Ramb to say without a stake in anyone's business, but it's a notion he wholeheartedly recommends. 'Course, if everyone did that, he wouldn't be needed here. Would he be a janitor instead? Poor bastards, Ramb doesn't pity the amount of special effects they clean up daily. Push come to shove, he could be a janitor, but he's content where he is now.

"You could say that, mate." He says with a nod. "Think of it like this, yeah? If you start a show, you aren't all attached, but if you keep watching it, you're gonna learn about it whether you like it or not. Now you wonder, hmm, will Shadow Guy profess his love for juggling? What's gonna happen when Pippins' caught gambling on the job? Now you're invested."

[discovdani]

That was a good and easily digestible analogy. The shady yokai nodded along, taking in the bartender's words earnestly. There had to have been a lot of life worth sharing, debatable on whether or not it was worth other people knowing. What Ramb said about the job was true: if you weren't reliable, no one would want you as their bartender. Well... how hard was it to keep a secret, really? It made him think. Usapyon couldn't deny his naturally curious instincts (whether that was from his genetics or his time working with Dr. Hughly he wasn't sure), so this seemed like an almost perfect little side hustle. He didn't need any money per se -- who knew what the conversion rate really was -- but it would be nice to have. Or maybe it'd just be fun to do. The otter sprang up in his seat.

"You're inspiring me, really inspiring me! Keep talking about all the fun things that being a bartender gives you and I might wanna become one too, dani!" It was a farfetched idea in actuality. What did an otter know about alcohol? And goodness, what if Hailey Anne found out? He wouldn't want to give the girl that sort of impression of him. That or she wouldn't care. She probably wouldn't care. Well then... "Would this Mr. Tenna really get upset if I were to, ehh, hop the counter and join you back there, dani? I wanna give it a try! You could teach me some of the things you do, I get to learn about your regulars, and best of all," he pointed up towards the ceiling. "It'll be free labor! Would your boss really say no to free labor?"

[discovdani]

(give an item prompt) dark candy! a red-and-black star-shaped candy that tastes like marshmallows. it grows on trees

For all his time as a yokai, he'd come across some peculiar things. The prospect of a piece of candy being plucked from a tree shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did, but that didn't deter his initially shocked expression seeing it pulled and then plopped into his hands. His nose scrunched up, but really... he wasn't going to say no to candy! "Erm, thank you very much, dani," Usapyon smiled despite himself and took a closer look at the piece. He was theorizing it would taste like dark chocolate from impression alone. He turned it around in-between his thumb and index, bringing it closer to his face. The look on his face was almost skeptical despite his seemingly-cheery demeanor he showed prior. Regardless, the visor pulled up and Usapyon took the entire candy into his mouth. As he chewed it, his foot began to tap rhythmically. It then went at a quicker pace, until the shady yokai snapped his fingers. "Marshmallow! Ehh, marshmallow?" He murmured, his mouth still full. He finished chewing and swallowed the candy down with a satisfied sigh. "I wouldn't have guessed it'd taste like that at all! Though, I'm not complaining a bit. It was so sweet, dani!" The shady yokai practically squealed before he rose his hands up, palms open. He silently gestured for more, especially with how his fingers squeezed inwards.