HEARTSBIND: an independent, selective multifandom multimuse roleplay blog featuring various canon and original characters from animanga, video games, and comics such as JUJUTSU KAISEN, BLUE LOCK, LINK CLICK, PERSONA, FIRE EMBLEM, DC COMICS, BIOWARE, & JJBA.
featuring: tatsuki amano, original character.
21+ only, duplicate and original character-friendly. heavy crossover enthusiast. penned by shannon, 30, they/them, eastern time.
NAVIGATION
ꨄ︎ carrd.
ꨄ︎ prompts.
ꨄ︎ tatsu's pinterest.
ꨄ︎ tatsu's spotify.
ꨄ︎ tatsu's dev tag.
ꨄ︎ character playlist masterpost.
muse charcuterie on carrd and below:
TEST MUSES-
Link Click: Lu Guang, Qiao Ling
Dragon Age: The Viper/Ashur, Varric, Isabela
Hades: Zagreus
Windbreaker: Kota Sako, Mitsuki Kiryu, Hayato Suo, Takusu Tsubakino
OCs-
Tatsuki: verses include Blue Lock, JJK, Link Click, BG3, etc.
Tommaso: Blue Lock (New Gen 11 until they're all introduced, otherwise just an Ubers player)
Danny Shepard: Mass Effect originally, but I treat him as fandomless often
Casey Hawke, Adriel Hawke: Dragon Age
Beau: Link Click, Tatsu's twin
sorry for being dead to the world my friends (for the umpteenth time) 😩 i almost dk what's going on ASKJFSKJD i think i've been super productive at work at the cost of the energy to be creative. which does not bode well for the summer because may is the slowest time of year at work but it's about to get even busier 😭
but i really miss you all and i miss writing severely 😭 i'm trying to think of ways to get my creativity going again. contemplating potentially doing another draft and inbox cleanup but maybe be more thorough than i was before?? also facing the ever consistent problem of 'want to plot but never know where to start' it's almost scary how it all stops coming to me so easily. i need to carve out time to read too, honestly...
also, happy pride! there is not a single muse on my list who isn't in some way queer <3
hi, it's ya girl raine, who finally made an indie / sel / priv solo blog for TILL from ALIEN STAGE !! feel free to give this a 👍 or a 🔄 if you're interested in interacting.
“ reo, have you played tomodachi life 2 yet? tatsu-kun was all pushy for me to play. ” he turns his switch around, revealing a little character that happens to look like reo… just kind of… off, from the original. “ i made you, but you came out kinda weird. ”
"what's that?" reo blinks as nagi holds his switch up to him, though he recognizes the contents of the screen immediately. he did indeed purchase the game — pre-ordered it right away, of course, because he can — though, he hasn’t gotten to play too much of it, yet; has been busy. more importantly, he recognizes the little mii on screen. it’s hard not to recognize the telltale signs of his likeness, the purple hair and eyes in particular; though, kinda weird is an apt description.
“haha, sheesh! is that how you think i look?” he’s teasing, reckons it’s hard to get a cartoony game exactly right. (granted, if he were talking to anyone other than nagi…) “you better be taking good care of mii! anyway, i haven’t played much, but i made you, too! i’ll have to show you — your mii even kind of talks like you.”
[ sms: to kugisaki 🌹 ] sure. a small black coffee is fine.
he's sure she doesn't need to be told as much, as often as he's teased for his coffee preferences, but he feels most helpful in confirming it, regardless.
a flash of indigo briefly distracts him; the blue of his painted-by-kugisaki™ nails still holds strong, even after a long week. he resumes tapping away at his phone, the tension knitting his brow slowly fading.
[ sms: to kugisaki 🌹 ] thanks. i think i need it today.
(please don't mention that he thinks as much every day.)
[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control. (nobara/megumi)
an eyeroll, as he types his response:
[ sms: to kugisaki 🔨 ] don't blame this conversation. your self-control is lacking to begin with.
[ sms: to kugisaki 🔨 ] i could tell you not to buy it, but then you'll get annoyed. so, just buy it.
the greeting takes reo so off guard that it freezes him in his place. the compliment sends a shiver up his spine, makes his heart try to break out of its cage in his chest. confusion and another feeling that he's yet to put a name to (is scared to, perhaps. it's longing, but the kind of longing there might not be any turning back from if he acknowledges it as such) make his mind race as he over-analyzes those three words. he loses track of how much time has passed, and before he can measure the correct response, he blurts out:
"haha! what's with you? trying to butter me up for something?"
he knows that can't be right, as it leaves his lips. when it comes to base wants, nagi would just say it outright. hey, can i have some money? / gimme a piggyback, reo / i'm hungry, reo. nagi wasn't like those teachers and business executives, the people who thought that winning the mikage heir's favor would elevate their own status in the eyes of his father. it's one of the many things that made hanging out with nagi so refreshing. so, what could nagi possibly feel the need to flatter him for that he couldn't just ask for outright?
ultimately, he's afraid of the answer, though he's not ready to admit that, either. so, he keeps talking.
"c'mon — you hungry? when's the last time you ate, huh? i'm in the mood for steak tonight, are you?"
She was spacing out for a second—engaging with the less noteworthy chores, such as wiping the cutlery currently under the care of nimble hands dry, tended to do that to the brunette, sometimes; when the third-year's melodramatic voice brought her mind back on track.
"Huh? Oh— Wait... I'm sorry— Supplies?"
Right, right... He was talking about going shopping.
"Oh— Oh, yeah! Uhm... About that...," marigold hues shifted their attention towards the clock on the wall behind her; there were still a couple hours before closing time. Hmm...
"I mean, today seems to be a slow one, anyway. Weather forecast did say something about heavy rain early in the evening, so I doubt a lot of people would bother coming for dinner...," ivory lips pressed into a single thin line in contemplation before blooming into a gleeful smile, "Well, you know what? I guess a little late-afternoon walk every now and then wouldn't hurt~"
a soft gasp, then an excited, "hooray!" as tsubaki throws an arm around kotoha's shoulders, pulls her into a one - armed embrace. "you've been working so hard, kotoha-chan! you deserve to have a little fun — i think everyone would understand that!"
he frees her, a skip in his step as he waits at the door for her to do what she needs to temporarily close up shop. he adores spending time with kotoha; beyond the important space she holds in umemiya's heart, he appreciates her kindness and strength. (not to mention, it's nice to spend time with someone who doesn't quite look like they're struggling to not get lost when he starts talking about cosmetics.)
"i'm getting low on a lot," he explains. "i'm also wondering if i should branch out with my color palette. i think my hair is perfect the way it is, so i don't want to move away from red completely, but maybe something that'll complement it. i dunno, we'll see what happens~! oh, i'll get you something too, kotoha-chan! my treat!"
“ why does this salad look like it’s been in a bar fight? “
🥗
“ I TOSSED IT. ” and only danny would possess the capability to make that sound so vague. how literally ought kaidan to take this statement ? how much was the salad tossed ? danny won’t say. it’s probably better that way.
still, danny’s a little perplexed by the remark ( how hard is it to fuck up a salad ? to be fair, he did almost slip on a small tomato that had rolled onto the floor ). at least he’d remembered to wash all of the vegetables. as for the purple - red colors that complete the bar fight aesthetic —— he’s experimenting with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing.
he also accidentally squashed a couple of tomatoes when ‘ tossing ’ the salad ( whatever that means ), and its guts kind of got everywhere. he’s trying his best, here.
“ s’it look that bad ? still edible, right ? s’all goin’ in th’ same place. ”
