Try saying that after I fuck your world, bitch

Citta, Nobody, Epsilon

[memes-for-the-rper]

Concerned sentence starters

“How much have you had to drink?”

“I’ve got you.”

“Are you okay?”

“You’re burning up!”

“I’m cutting you off.”

“Is that blood?”

“Here. You look like you need a drink.”

“You’ve lost weight.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Go back to bed, you look like a zombie.”

“Did you just throw up?”

“Take my hand.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“We’re never taking you to that bar again.”

“Can you breathe?”

“How are you still alive?”

“Is that blood yours?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse.”

[guncaliber-blog]

Send Me a symbol for how you feel

❊ I want to roleplay with you

✸ I want to plot with you

✤ I want to ship with you

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)

✷ I wish our characters was friends

✢ I like your characters

✱ I don’t like your characters

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s)

☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped

❂ I don’t agree on all your headcanons

✡ I agree on all your headcanons

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay

✧ I wish you would notice me

✩ You intimidate me

✪ You seem like a cool person

✺ You’re hard to approach

✻ I wish you weren’t so shy

❄ I look up to you

❆ I love your art

❇ I love the way you write

* I want to learn to know you

# I’m too shy to approach to you

☓ We should talk!

♥ *Your choice what to write*

[guncaliber-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[roleplaymmemes]

Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse...

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

Something they like about your muse:

Something they dislike about your muse:

Their first impression of your muse:

Their impression of your muse now:

How they feel about your muse:

Something they are hiding from your muse:

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:

[notthatspiky-blog]

recollection { motherlode pt. II

“Showdown time.”

“I… I lost.”

“It’s only a game.”

“A game… that I have only have lost twice.”

With a gasp, Phoenix wakes up. He didn’t really remember what happened, but suddenly, he was at the office. Not at the city, and alone, weirdly enough. It… was his office. And looking outside, the world was… fine. It was normal, but not Hive City normal, just… his world normal. Did he manage to go back?

He didn’t really recall what happened, and to be honest, he was disorientated. Where, no, even better, when was he? Well, it was good that past Phoenix sort of fixed that already, with a note on his desk. He had to meet a certain Zak Gramarye at the detention center in a week.

Zak Gramarye… the name was familiar. That famous magician. He remembered it well; he just took that case before getting to the Hive, so maybe he really got back to his world… somehow.

But before he could collect his thoughts, there was a knock on the door to his office… someone was here.

“Uh, come in! The door’s open.”

[guncaliber-blog]

          Soma wasn’t sure how he ended up here, but it wasn’t his Japan and it wasn’t Hive City. He’d asked around, and everyone seemed to give him the same odd look when he said he wasn’t from this place, and he’d just woken up there. He let a hand slide down his face, until eventually he got a suggestion to see a guy called Phoenix Wright. Soma didn’t have to do much tracking from there, the guy seemed practically like a celebrity. He found himself in front of his office after a bit, and gave a knock, a voice inside allowing entrance. 

        Soma took a seat across from his desk, staring the spiky haired fellow down. “Alright, for starters, you look familiar. I’d remember hair as dumb as that. Second, I woke up in this city and I ain’t ever heard of the place in my life. I’m from a place called Hive City, but I’m almost one hundred percent certain that means nothing to you”, Soma explained, topping his sentence off with a long swig from his flask.

        “So whattya got for me? There some giant portal I should know about downtown or somethin’?” 

[guncaliber-blog]

Nobody -> Citizen

[lxvearrow-blog]

[  ♬ * ] - Umi was sitting in her room, trying to think of new lyrics in her head when her phone went off for the first time since she’d recieved it. She couldn’t help but get excited, wondering what the first message on the new device would be, and who it would be from. Maybe it was Honoka, or Maki, or one of her other friends.

 When she read the message, her excitement died. 

TO: Gun Caliber

FROM: Umi Sonada

[1/1]: How dare you send such a vulgar message out to the entire city. There could be children reading that you fiend. Apologize to everyone at once and never do such things again.

[guncaliber-blog]

        Soma felt his phone ring and he reached down to his belt in excitement. It was totally gonna be a chick ready to suck his dick. Or maybe a dude. Soma was open to any oral at this point. He flipped it open and was met with an angry text from a pedestrian by the name of Umi. 

           TO: Umi Sonada

           FROM: Gun Caliber

           [1/1]: o fuck, my bad, ur right... i mean, are u down to suck my dick                  tho? u a chick? 18?

Score.

[guncaliber-blog]

Nobody -> Citizen

          Soma was about his business, out doing a bit of grocery shopping, when he heard his caliber phone... ring? It was a text tone, and he flipped it open, finding a mass text in his inbox. It was working?! He was a little surprised, considering it had been a brick outside of transforming since he got there. He shrugged and decided he’d make use of his new toy. 

        TO: Everyone

        FROM: Gun Caliber

        [1/1]: suck my dick lol

Nice.

[guncaliber-blog]

A rough night - Soma/Kenzaki

[0w0beetle-blog]

The mask? Surprising. Being asked to transform? Even more so. The small nickname? Definitely on top of Kenzaki’s list of “Things I Never Thought I Would Hear.”

“Ken?” he parrots, disbelief clear on his face and in his voice. No one had ever given him a nickname. That was something reserved for good friends, right? Before Kenzaki can protest, or do much of anything, the other man is already speaking again and taking out a weapon. Kenzaki eyes it for a moment before reaching out to snatch it.

“Maybe having this out,” the silent when-you’re-drunk is hinted, “isn’t a good idea.” It’s half out of concern, he was inhibited and this was clearly dangerous, and half a sad attempt to distract Gun Caliber from the suit thing. It wasn’t as if Kenzaki was adverse to the idea of people knowing who he was. He was just not expecting to be asked here, in an empty dark street in the middle of who knows where.

[guncaliber-blog]

                    Soma’s hand followed the gun as it was pulled from him, and it flopped back down, accepting the fact his toy was confiscated for now. He was eager to see Kenzaki’s transformation and was getting antsy, and Kenzaki taking his gun gave him an idea. 

        “Y-you think of everything, Kenny...”, Soma trailed off, giving Kenzaki a big hug, arms outstretched from his cloak and wrapped around him. “You took my gun and made sure, that I was... s-safe!”, while in the hug, he made a quick snag at the buckle Kenzaki was keeping on him, thinking it might be a phone of the sorts. He came back from the hug, his drunken state an all time high. “Now I’ll give this masked fighter thing a t-try!”, he stuttered, trying not to throw up in his mask. It seemed to have a card, just like his phone used a chip. That’s easy enough! Soma slid the card right in and the buckle slapped onto him, and a blue field appeared before him. 

         “What the fuc-”, Soma was cut off, tripping forward and falling through the blue field, and as he got back up on a knee, he brought a hand to his face, burping. 

          “How do I, uh, look? Masked fighter material, eh?”, he stuttered, slurring his words. He wasn’t sure how he was wearing two suits, but he was wearing them. “I sure feel pretty, *hic*, strong...”

[guncaliber-blog]

Gettin’ in your ‘grill’ - Soma/Shinji

[ryukisurvive-blog]

    Shinji was still getting used to the city, that was a fact. After all, the city was so confusing that sometimes he just went walking in circles holding his head. After seeing that it was already night time he decided to go towards some place that could lent him a bed for the night. But saying it and doing it was quite different, apparently this particular block of the city shifted every hour leaving the poor man confused.

Turning to the next corner he bumped into someone, quickly he tried to apologize but the scent of alcohol reached his nose rather quickly. The man was drunk, that much was a fact but to actually get threatened suddenly made him to jump.

   “S-sorry! I didn’t meant to! I’m truly sorr—” He stopped as the man quickly tried to reach for something on his pockets. Shinji got a goosebump, as the sudden action quickly reminded him of a certain Rider who was rather aggresive as well.

“…Sorry, I’m not looking for trouble.” He quickly reached for his own Advent Deck on his jacket’s pocket.

[guncaliber-blog]

          Soma’s squint intensified, the alcohol clouding any decent judgement he had right now. “Well too bad, fuck face, you found *hic* trouble”, Soma uttered, taking out his Caliber Phone and the chip needed. 

“Henshin!”

          Soma held his cool guy stance for a moment, then staggered, reaching for his BB gun. “Now I’m a, uh, g-gentleman, if you wanna make your move, go right the fuck ahead, pal”, he offered the man before him a chance to attack or perhaps, transform if he could. He wagged a finger in the air at him, also trying to focus on not puking. He was probably in no condition to be fighting, but here he was, starting as much of a fight as he could.

[scarlet--feathers-blog]

『 Axl startles a little when the other robot- or not, apparently- pulls off their helmet- which turns out to be little more than a well-designed mask. The Reploid blinks owlishly a few times, and deflates a little bit. Disappointing, really.

“Oh,” he says, and it’s easy to hear a bit of the same disappointment in his tone. But despite the fact that this isn’t another robot, they are pretty interesting- and Axl perks right back at attention with a slew of questions on his tongue. Or whatever it was in his mouth made to resemble a tongue. 

“Nope, not human at all over here! I’m a Reploid. Name’s Axl, of the Maverick Hunter’s 17th Elite Unit!” He feels abit silly, proudly reciting his usual spiel upon meeting other rankmates, but he can’t quite shake the habit yet.  “That’s some pretty cool lookin’ gear for just a mask,” the young Reploid chirps, settling his hands behind his head after pointing at the mask. “Is there some kinda perk to wearin’ it or something? It’s a pretty neat design too, what kinda metal is it made of? Did you make it? Why are you wearin’ it around anyways?”』

[guncaliber-blog]

         “Whoa, whoa. Slow down kid, you’re sprayin’ questions like bullets.”, Soma warned the guy, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder. He took a deep breath, pulled out his liquor and took a swig, and then turned his mind back to answering those questions. “The perk is it provides protection, I dunno what kinda metal it’s made of, I just transform and it’s there, it was developed by an organization called Vector, and I wear it around because I’m a super hero, kind of”, he answered all of them in one guy, letting out a sigh at the end. 

          “The name’s Gun Caliber, I’m really damn good with guns, as the name implies.” 

[havvkingbird]

This guy again.

For the past week, someone had been outside the mansion, waiting. They constantly rang the buzzer, did their best to try and climb the fence (sometimes Lucky would scare them off), nd whenever anyone left the mansion, he’d be in their face.

It was kinda pathetic. Who or what were they waiting for? It didn’t matter - at this point, Kate found herself annoyed with the stranger. They didn’t seem dangerous, which was good. Still, Kate had her suspicions. Taking a seat on the ledge of her window, she readies her bow and aims an arrow in the direction of the stranger.

“Hey..!” She shouts, lowering her bow.

“You’re like, always here. Why? What do you want? Or who, rather?”

[guncaliber-blog]

        Soma had made more progress on this run, this time he made it over the fence before the red and yellow tin can came yelling at him. He was sure he’d make it in this time, when a voice began shouting at him. He turned his attention upward to the babe with the bow aiming at him.

         “What do I want? Well, probably a job with a bunch of superheroes in a kick ass mansion. Who do I want? I wouldn’t mind having you in bed, actually”, Soma made a move while answering, grinning behind his mask. He wished someone was there for a high five, because he fully believed he deserved one. He didn’t take another step, waiting to see if this lady would fire off some explosive bow in his direction. He wanted to get in and talk to whoever lead these “Avengers” nerds, but he didn’t want to lose any limbs doing it. 

[guncaliber-blog]

(( cool, so part 2 is live, I’d like to put out a plotter call for it! gun caliber could go to your world, and if you’re interested in going to his, it’s a japan filled with lousy superheroes who are corrupt as hell. it’ll probably be more of a fun ride if you went back to gun calibers world, but I’m up for gun caliber to head to some other worlds too!! we don’t need to have previously threaded before, just like this post and i’ll hit you up with an IM and we can plot it out! this will have a cap of 5! )) 

[guncaliber-blog]

(( hey guys, quick ooc update, still gonna do those starters i owe! but i’m going to wait til post event to do them. i’ll also put a starter up for event rp once part 2 goes up! i’ll probably leave it uncapped too in case any one who liked the last ad wanted to rp the event! )) 

[guncaliber-blog]

(( hey citta!! i’ve caught up w/ most threads so i figured i could take a few more! like this for a starter of ranging length from citta’s biggest jerk off, gun caliber! capping at 4! ))

[heavenshymn-blog]

No Smoking Please ♪ soma & eichi

[heavenshymn-blog]

     This didn’t go as planned. Eichi should’ve realized, though, that this would have happened. After all, the man is intimidating, scary enough to upset the usually outgoing owner. Eichi was smarter than this. 

     Launching into a barrage of coughs, Eichi turned away. His eyes burned, and his lungs felt on fire. This really, really wasn’t going well for him, was it?

          “If I may be s-so rude,”

     and here he was, stuttering, trying to keep the coughing fit at bay. He still kept himself turned, only glancing at the rather rude stranger with his squinting eyes. 

          “please don’t… Please don’t sm—” 

     Unfortunately, sizzling interrupted him, and he looked down at his tea. A gasp escaped his lips, and although the tea wasn’t as good as the tea he  made, he could tell it had been made with love and kindness, the two most important ingredients for any single cup of tea. 

          “That was hurtful of you,”

     he snapped, grabbing the tea cup and shoving it away from the stranger, putting it back onto his table. 

          “I demand compensation, or I will           have you thrown out.”

[guncaliber-blog]

         “Dude, you’re a fuckin’ pansy...”, Soma noted as the boy coughed up a lung, turning away from his smoke. He sat there watching the show, sipping from his own coffee all the while. Soma raised an eyebrow mid sip when he was told how ‘hurtful’ he was being. He finished the sip, putting the coffee down, and watched as the boy set his cup back at his own table. 

          “Compensation? Do you want me to like... Suck your dick or somethin’? Are you wantin’ to suck mine? What are you gettin’ at?”, Soma asked, completely oblivious to any other form of compensation, or what the word compensation meant outside of ‘compensating for something’. He scratched at his head, wanting this whole mess to be over so he could finish his coffee in peace. 

[bewareforswear-archived-deactiv]

“Ok, Gun Caliber.” Mal crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, a hint of laughter hung from her lips. “See that fruit stall over there?” She jutted her head at the things direction. “Hit any of the fruit without knocking off the cart.” Was that even possible? Did she care? Either way, it would amuse her. 

“Bonus points if you can make a pedestrian faint with a single hit.”

[guncaliber-blog]

          “Oh, that’s devious, I love it”, Soma said with a bit of a laugh, turning towards the fruit stand. It wasn’t often he was encouraged to do shenanigans like this, but he surely got in the zone when he was. He aimed down the sight of his gun, aiming at the watermelon on the cart. That’d be an easy shot, and be hard enough for the bonus.

         A shot rang out, the watermelon on the cart gained a dent in it’s side, and the pedestrian observing the fruit got knocked in the head with the BB. They fell straight back, unconscious on the sidewalk. The man running the stand seemed confused by it all. He put the gun back to his side and turned his attention back to Mal. “So, lady, cough up them bonus points!”, he said with a laugh, giving her a pat on the shoulder. 

          “What made you want me to do that anyway, huh?”, Soma questioned. He wasn’t objecting it, of course, but he was curious of her motives. 

[metroidinfusionaaaaa-deactivate]

Seeing him blasted into the air was satisfying. Seeing his face was even more satisfying as she felt a smile on her face grow, not that it was present. But it was certainly there.

This really pleased her. “I’ll teach you if you agree to treat women with respect. I’m no dainty flower and neither are most women. Because surprisingly the only thing that makes us different is one chromosome. Doesn’t make us weaker though.” She told him, making sure he would get this.

Still, Samus shook his hand, just not lightly like she would try most. “Also, don’t flirt with me ever again unless you want to be punched with the cannon.”

[guncaliber-blog]

            “Y-you’re right. Chick’s are tough and I gotta respect that more. You got it, Sammy.”, Soma agreed, giving Samus a nickname of her own, and finishing off his handshake. He went back to his bar stool, laying his mask back on the counter and ordering a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. He poured out a glass for him and one for Samus, sliding it in front of her seat.

         “Take a drink, courtesy of me. It’s the least I can do for bein’ a shithead, y’know?”, Soma told her, looking back at the giant suited woman. Her suit was pretty badass, even more so than his.