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KHR Questions for OCs and Muses

Send in letters to ask questions. Get to know your fellow muses and OCs better! All questions relate to the world of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I have permission from @byakuwan to repost this meme, original can be found here: [x]

A: what happens if they get shot in the forehead with the dying will bullet?

B: what team would they be on in the rainbow representative arc...

C: would they be able to protect enma from bullies in a high school AU.

D: would they like or dislike interacting with cervello.

E: what flame type would they have in an AU where they have a different one?

F: what happens when you apply the 10-Year Bazooka directly to their forehead...

G: would they do well in school if you put their memories of their future arc self into their current/present self. (if they already are, what % are they on tests?)

H: how well/decently/poorly would their life go if they were genuinely lambo and i-pin's age.

I: what would they hate the most to have as a box animal. or a different one.

J: black spell or white spell in millefiore?

K: disciplinary committee or liquidation committee?

L: what if YOUR character had the sky mare ring instead of byakuran. what would they do with it.

M: make them a leader regardless of their actual role and give them 6 guardians of any type, any characters. (you can do this monotype or 2 types or whatever you want... think of this like making a pokemon team if you want a metaphor.)

N: would they willingly be part of vindice?

O: would they notice if someone is subtly using flames with objects just doing something they normally do?

P: what are the ranks they'd be #1 in if you had fuuta ask the ranking planet?

Q: would they ever try bianchi's cooking.

R: if they got Skullitis... what deep, dark secrets come out... ?

S: what if they fail miserably doing something they usually can do just fine with their flames... what would it be. what would happen.

T: would they be helpful if they went to help kyoko and/or haru with chores...

U: would they also keep non-mafia people they care for/are close to aware of anything major or dangerous happening?

V: what IS their dying will? do they have anything they'd regret to the point of not dying?

W: if spanner custom-made them their dream moska, what would it do? (does it help them out? does it look cool?)

X: if they had a rough equivalent of the Vongola Gear, what would it do too?

Y: would they have any way to defeat Ghost?

Z: ... would you trust them with any piece of the trinisette.

[dyingresolve-a]

Starter call! Please help me out and specify muse(s), and more so if you have a specific dynamic/plot you wanna talk about!

I might also reach out in IM for some plotting, if I can't figure out something on my own.. :)

[rpmemesyo]

For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I'll post a thread that I want to do.

Not necessarily with the person who sends. Just a thread I want to do in general some day.

[dyingresolve-a]

Starter call! Please help me out and specify muse(s), and more so if you have a specific dynamic/plot you wanna talk about!

I might also reach out in IM for some plotting, if I can't figure out something on my own.. :)

[nxmimochi]

generational coworker disconnect

[dyingresolve-a]

Starter call! Please help me out and specify muse(s), and more so if you have a specific dynamic/plot you wanna talk about!

I might also reach out in IM for some plotting, if I can't figure out something on my own.. :)

[dyingresolve-a]

Starter call! Please help me out and specify muse(s), and more so if you have a specific dynamic/plot you wanna talk about!

I might also reach out in IM for some plotting, if I can't figure out something on my own.. :)

[vipermirage]

mammon hated the position they were in more than ever now, the fact that they were the one who needed help, only meant that they should give face and let fon have his way. yes, mammon knows fon would probably smile and accept any curt comments, any counterproposal, anything, really, with a smile, something about being kind and all, they think its pretentious, but whatever.

they sighed, overcome with a sudden wave of fatigue as they awkwardly tried to fight it by bringing their knees up and hugging it, to get rid of any restlessness their body was feeling to urge them to rest. "depends on what it is." they said, their voice betraying their fatigue as it started to sound a little lighter, a little less firm than usual.

"i just find that money makes these easier." the mist mumbled, trying to fight the weight of their heavy eyelid. "it's quantifiable. and easy." their head was gradually lowered to their knees by now, their hood falling in angles that almost, almost reveals their eyes.

[dyingresolve-a]

Unchanging, the man waits for their reaction, busying himself with anything to prevent him of paying too much attention to the other. If anything, their past encounters taught Fon that they disliked being watched and whenever they felt no gaze upon them, they'd be more willing to sneak in something they'd rather hide otherwise. While most wouldn't bother to go as far as the Storm to accommodate his unexpected guest, he believes he knows more about Viper than the majority.

"Understood." Voice softer, matching the comfortable quietness settling between them as the illusionist's drowsiness is palpable, he glances at them from the corner of his eye. "I will think about my compensation depending on the amount of effort. This should be reasonable for the both of us." Softer and softer does he grow, his head slowly turning to watch his friend dozing off.

A heartbeat, another, and one more——before the sound of their breathing quiets into a steady beat, and Fon watches with unfiltered emotions. How exhausted they must have been, thoughts pass through his mind and he allows himself to watch a few moments longer before quietly moving to ensure Viper to be comfortable and warm for the night. All the while taking care to not peek beneath their hood; even if they wouldn't know of it, Fon would feel bad to have exploited them during their sleep.

"Good night, Viper." Words murmured under his breath ere he leaves the room.

[dyingresolve-a]

Spots to kiss + 1 ((OOC: Hear me out, for Fran, on top of his hat. Why? KEKW 'They say a kiss breaks a spell. Shame, so you really are just that annoying' I'm gomen))

@queenharumiura | prompt.

It may not come as a complete surprise to some of the people familiar with illusionists and how they work. Fran's certain that some of them - not to name any names - like to use their powers to prank people, feign situations or the like. Now one might wonder what type of illusionist Fran is? Well, looking back at his shenanigans the moments he joined Varia, it should be rather transparent to the casual viewer.

So, if anyone's to be surprised by the man's disappearance a few moments after Haru's lips touch the annoying hat--gross, if anyone cared for his opinion--then it certainly shouldn't be his dear senior.

As his illusion disperses in front of the officer, a rhythmic clapping sound can be heard from some steps afar; the younger's squatting there casually with his trademark indifference worn and monotone voice. "Congrats, senpai~ you may now cross 'having kissed an illusion' off your list. Yaay~ was it fun?"

[dyingresolve-a]

i find myself questioning everything. ((OOC: Fran, because she really questions a lot like how hasn't he died yet? Why is this lil one so bold? Is he crazy? ))

@queenharumiura | Prompt.

The illusionist doesn't even bother to look up from his well-deserved treat. Scoop after scoop the delightful pudding disappears in between his lips and the only sounds to be heard are the report sheets being flipped through alongside some occasional noises of disbelief from the other.

This isn't the first time that a mission gone out of hand, and this is also not the first time he has returned from said mission completely unscathed, despite the danger and low probability of success. While that's something Fran is smug about, he has soon learned that it's nothing special within the Varia either - they are supposed to be the best of the best after all.

"Haru-senpai, don't you think it's a bit late for you to start questioning your life now? What are you? 12?" Fran was younger than that when he had made a choice after all. "You know people usually question their life when they're still kids." Purposefully provoking his senior, he shrugs as he finishes the vanilla pudding and before long, tackles the second serving. "It's definitely too late for you now. Best to give it up right away."

"Ah, or is that the famous midlife crisis?"

[vanaglorie]

The cups of coffee sit on the table between them, still hot and steaming, though they remain untouched. Byakuran props his chin up in the palm of his hand, and leans on the table, studying Shoichi closely as he speaks. He knows that Shoichi likes to put on a brave face in front of the other subordinates. It was definitely a new side to him that Byakuran hadn't seen before. Definitely a little weird at first, but it was nice to see that Shoichi could be confident when he really wanted to be. Or had to be. Both of them have come a long way since.

"Sho-chan, you of all people should know I don't believe any of that. Especially when there's no one else around." He understands not wanting others to see how he's truly like; Byakuran is guilty of doing that as well. He just thought that he wouldn't have to pretend as much around Shoichi, at least.

As much as Shoichi likes to pretend that nothing is wrong - and credit where it's due, he's gotten much better at it over the years- Byakuran can always tell. They've known each other for years at this point, and he can read him like a book. Surely Shoichi doesn't think it's not obvious when something is bothering him?

"What's really on your mind? And I'm asking this as a friend."

Byakuran has his own suspicions, but he's still holding onto the hope that Shoichi trusts him enough. A hope that's in pretty short supply around these parts.

[dyingresolve-a]

He remembers a time when the proximity between them and his friend's gaze were comforting and even welcome. He remembers the easiness around Byakuran, the warmth and fondness in their little dorm, the place he considered home. Albeit he had never told anyone before, Shoichi considers the time during their college days to be his most fulfilling and joyful ones of his life until now.

That is precisely why the stifling atmosphere and the thickening dread washing over him is even worse. The difference in feelings and perception is so immense that, if Shoichi hadn't been stuck in this uncomfortable situation, he would even feel sorry for himself. Can he truly pull this off?

I believe in you.

Words echoing through his mind, left by his trusted ally and now slumbering friend, followed by scenes of worlds conquered and destroyed. He has to finish what they have started. They have to win this time, no matter the cost. He has to betray his best friend.

The thought itself amplifies his anxiety and Byakuran's gaze is not helping: it's as if the man can see through him if he's not careful. And perhaps that's how it is, but until then, he will continue to pretend that everything's fine.

At long last, an exhausted sigh escapes him and Shoichi reaches for his cup of coffee. Delighting in the calming, familiar smell of the drink, he leans back into the couch and keeps his gaze on his mug. "It's just... just some unfamiliarity, I suppose?" A tentative sip of the coffee, before he winces at the temperature - it's still too hot for consumption. A frown follows the conclusion. "Will everything really go as planned?" That is, for the first time, a genuine question: while they have different plans on mind, Shoichi is anxious about both.

"I... also don't trust the Black Spell."

[vipermirage]

mammon sighed, trying to ignore the crunching of those dried food, which was unnecessarily louder, maybe it was just their own paranoia, the implicit annoyances of everything in their environment. maybe it was just fon's presence that was causing all these hyper-irritations, mammon guesses, and the sheer thought of fon having any impact on them spirals their annoyances further.

how many. they wondered, they were surely outnumbered before, so it had to be more than one. how many auras read, blows taken, faces seen, they thought, realising that the number was more than they'd like to admit. it was frankly, very unlike varia quality, painfully embarrassing that them and the team underestimated the numbers needed.

hearing the storm's suggestion, the illusionist lets out a low growl, reluctant, yet knowing that it was their best shot at anything at this point. "fine." they uttered curtly, "but i'm not letting you do it for free."

"if you don't quote a value, the deal is called off."

[dyingresolve-a]

When no number is stated despite his question, Fon concludes that there must be quite a few of them, possibly more than he had feared. The Arcobalenos, despite the term no longer serving any purpose apart from referring to their specific group of skilled individuals, are by no means weak. It goes without saying that one of the most promising and talented illusionists of their era is more than capable enough of caring for themselves, even against a multitude of enemies.

A fair fight would cause no concern on Fon's part, yet it is different, still, when they are already injured and when their enemy knows to incorporate tactical plans and exploit weaknesses.

At the curt reply, he finally offers a small smile, dark eyes glancing at his companion. "As you wish, Viper." His tea cup is placed back onto the small table and in its stead, Reach is back on his lap and the Storm gently pets his partner.

"Will you allow me to ask for something other than money for it? As I am in no need of money, and there're more valuable things for me aside from that."

[queenharumiura]

They weren’t the closest of friends, and so his comments came to her as a surprise, but she wasn’t going to comment on that. Perhaps he was so bothered that he couldn’t help but want to reach out to anyone. Maybe he didn’t have anyone else that he felt comfortable with reaching out to, and so she felt it was necessary for her to try to listen to his worries and offer her thoughts.

A tiny giggle, “thank you. Everyone is strong, but in different ways. Haru can be strong in her heart and her brain.” Despite what a certain punk likes to say often. “Shoichi-san is strong in his brain too. You’re also brave.” At least, that’s how she saw it. He was pretty gutsy so come up with a plan with the future Tsuna-san and actually see it through to take down future Byakuran. It takes a lot of bravery to not only own up to mistakes, but to want to rectify them as well.

She hums in thought. Why did she continue? How did she know she exhausted all options? How did she keep trying despite all the rejections? A bitter smile graces her features, “well, that’s the thing. Haru wasn’t really given any true rejections. Maybe it’s because Tsuna-san is too nice, but he hadn’t outright told Haru that he was rejecting her feelings. It made Haru think there was a chance, that maybe if she kept appealing to him that maybe… maybe he’ll look her way. What kept Haru going was hope with a splash of Haru having boundless confidence in herself.” She’s an optimistic bean, so there wasn’t much pessimism that held her back from most ventures.

“If Haru had to say, the moment she realized that Tsuna-san wouldn’t ever look her way was the day she knew she exhausted all her options. It was time to stop being so stubborn and move on. Even an optimistic person like Haru has to get the hint eventually when she sees herself being compared to her friend all the time, you know?” A tiny sigh and she too pulls her knees to her chest.

“It did hurt, but it doesn’t hurt any more.” It hurt a lot, in fact. “It helps when you have people around you who can support you. Haru had friends who could help her move through the pain enough that eventually she woke up one day to realize it didn’t hurt anymore.”  

[dyingresolve-a]

Despite the knowledge that his friend has no reason to lie to him, he can't help but shake his head at her assessment. He may be smart and knowledgable when it concerns technology of any kind, but in all other aspects, Shoichi feels as if he's a big loser. All the flaws gnaw at him at once: the anxieties, the clumsiness, the inexperience in many social situations which he has yet to learn and feel comfortable in. There's ... not much he has to offer apart from his gift with his craft.

"I'm not so sure about that..." Isn't he the opposite of being brave right now? Hiding here, venting out his frustration because of the expectations, the pressure and the result being different from what he had imagined. That is what cowards do: running away from their responsibilities, their feelings.

A small, sad smile graces his features at her explanation. Shoichi can see it clearly - the way their mutual friend is too kind to straight out reject Haru and who knows? Perhaps it took him a long time to realize that Haru actually meant it, too. It's not something beyond imagination when it comes to Tsunayoshi after all. How much she must have suffered, being left in the unknown, never knowing where she stands in his heart, perhaps even wondering what their bond even means to the other.

"It is... still amazing how you could hang on to that hope, Haru-san. I'm not sure if I could have done it, if I were in your shoes." If anything, it would be difficult for Shoichi to be so open with his feelings, yet at the same time he would be incapable of concealing it completely. A drawn out sigh at the realization. He truly is miserable and a loser, isn't he? "I would neither be able to conceal my feelings nor straight out express them like you do. Truly pathetic, huh?"

The next question comes with difficulty and slowly, cautious to not pry too much in case Haru would prefer to not speak of it. "How...did you realize that ... he wouldn't look your way?" A pause. "Did anything happen, or was it the years of being compared to Kyoko-san?"

Friends. A flash of faces of their friends cross his mind, all of which leaving a warm feeling within his chest; their smiles and joy, the adoration and trust they offer. Shoichi shuts his eyes in memory of those who have always been at his side, supporting him and accepting him for what he is. He definitely wouldn't be here anymore without them.

Yet a heavy question lingers on his mind and it's after some silence, his soft voice asks. "Wasn't it difficult to be around him after your realization?"

[fiyres]

❛❛        there is no other choice .       ❜❜ 

[  ☼  ]    one liner , @dyingresolve

[dyingresolve-a]

"Tenth..." Hayato starts, his voice filled with uncertainty. "... let me do this in your stead!"

[punskiii]

10 year redraw! Our Bloody Prince, Belphegor <3

I really needed a confidence boost, so I dug through my archives and did this...makes me glad I never gave up in improving my art :')

Here's the comparison to the original:

[queenharumiura]

That smile of his almost grated on her nerves as she felt like he was probably mocking her- it’s an ingrained response from interacting with 99.9% of the members in the Varia. Blame Belphegor for Haru’s association with smiles and the desire to smack the smile off their face.  

Seeing as he’s already in pain because he covered her, she abates her fist—for now, letting it drop to her side. She can always put a raincheck on a righteous fist and smack him another time, on a day he actually deserves it- which will probably be soon, knowing him. She had a running theory in her mind that he had a checklist in his head and one of the boxes to tick off reads: ‘piss someone off’.

“The information in my brain can easily be sourced with the information officer I was working with at the time.” Of course, assuming that they were still alive. It wasn’t often that they lost their information officers, but it does happen… unfortunately. “I’m mostly there to make sure they come back safely” or get rid of them if she for whatever reason is led to believe that they may defect and sell the information to the enemy. She luckily hasn’t had to do so yet, but she’s always ready to have to enact on that secondary job function of hers. “Thanks all the same.” She’s assuming he said that as a ways to say that he thought she was important, somehow. “Someone has to keep you and Ouji-sama in check sometimes.” Through pure sass and sarcasm alone.

Haru bursting pride bubbles since day 1.

Haru laughs at him, seeing how quickly he changes his attitude. It’s good that he didn’t try to call her bluff, because she really would pick him up and walk all the way back to the base. If Belphegor were there to see it? He would never let Fran live that down. The chance of the Prince coming across the sight was high… if Haru manages to sneak her phone out and type a message on her phone- anyways. It was really how the dynamic of the trio went, to see who could piss off the others the most and still get away with it with their lives intact.

“Alright, let’s go. You can use my shoulder as support if you need it.” They did have a little bit of a height difference and she inwardly wonders if that would hurt him more to bend over for support. “We’ve finished the mission, so we can leave the rest to the others. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” She’s already given the signal that the mission was over so someone else may arrive on scene to clean up the messes and make it seem as though nothing had happened. Business as usual.

Speaking of business usual, she wanted to get out of this get up as soon as she could.

[dyingresolve-a]

The response is not surprising, even if they both know that the average intelligence officer won't know half of the things Haru does throughout the years of her service with the Varia. Not to mention that the few who are still alive and with the group have always been the minority. It's too enticing after all, to simply sell the information from the infamous Varia, even if the salary is decent, the condition sometimes can be quite exhausting.

Despite his unchanging demeanour, softness spreads through his chest at her remark. He has long since stopped trying to figure out since when he started seeing her as a sibling; much like one you never knew you wanted in your life, but surprised you with their existence all the same. Compared to the summers spent alone during his childhood, his time with them has been much more fun and exciting.

"Ah, I believe you meant it the other way around, Haru-senpai. Someone's gotta keep you and the degenerate prince in check. Who knows what's gonna happen if not? You might just kill someone over some cake." Which is not something that hasn't happened before--almost. If said cake thief had been a random member and not one of the two closest to her, done out of the sheer want of annoying Haru. "Though I suppose they deserver to die if they can't even survive your assault."

A few steps are taken before her next suggestion and Fran halts, staring at her dumbfounded. "Ehhh, no way. Leaning down to your level would be more bothersome." Perhaps a childish tantrum, the illusionist continues without another explanation. "Hurry up, Slow-Senpai, didn't you want to get me to the infirmary? At this pace I might die of blood loss first."