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The Heavens! The Earth! And a million squirrels call to me! Huh? What...they don't? { Makoto Nanaya, affiliated with FRW }

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Send me ✉ and I'll randomly generate a text message you'll get from my muse.

1-40 completely random messages.

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‽, ☢, ✔

An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love

 Makoto x Kagura is probably the only ship I have that I love that’d be unusual; I suppose Makoto/Jin or Makoto/Noel aren’t too unusual.

Something about my character that I’ve never explored but want to

I really want to get more into why Makoto is so driven - in canon, she seems to put a lot more effort into her work as a double agent than you’d expect from how she acts; why she tries so damn hard even when she doesn’t need to prove anything.

What got me into roleplaying

Originally, it was Dungeons and Dragons and RP servers on WoW. As for my first round on tumblr…

Second round here came from Knight’s Vocation and a good friend getting me way way too attracted to the Fate/ series.

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[empathicmimicry]

Send me a ✆ to know your name / ringtone / picture in my muse's phone.

[rpmememaker]

Random Sentences (Angsty ones)

"How do you really feel about me?"

"Can’t you pretend to love me this once?"

"Would you care if I was gone?"

"Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?"

"I can’t take this any longer. Help me."

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away."

"How many lives have you taken with your own hands?"

"Just for today. Please."

"You’re the only one who’s never called me that…"

"We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!"

"I… have loved you this whole time."

"Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all."

"Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness."

"You give me meaning, even if you take it away."

"Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me."

[kanzenkuri-ge]

SEND ME A SYMBOL AND I WILL TELL YOU:

♪: A song (or two) that I associate with my character

♥: Most wanted AU

♦: Someone I follow and never roleplay with but enjoy watching from afar

♣: The url I wanted but didn't get

♠: A character I desperately want to roleplay with

‽: An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love

✄: Something about my portrayal that differs from others

✰: A reaction image I will probably never use

☠: A popular fanon headcanon about my character that bugs me

☢: Something about my character that I've never explored but want to

☃: A character I played on a whim and gave up on

✌: A character I played on a whim and FELL IN LOVE WITH

❅: A character I'm tempted to play

✔: What got me into roleplaying

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Send me a (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ .`-;- if you'd like to make a pre-established relationship with my character!

[kanzenkuri-ge]

"Does anyone know if the florists here do overnight deliveries?" Oh crap, she forgot Mother's Day. Again. Looks like she'll have to go for the backup option

[kanzenkuri-ge]

The first rule is --- | Closed to Jack

How long had something like this been going on, without detection? While she wasn't sure if it was illegal, the fact that it was A: underground and B: pretty damn secretive meant that she had her doubts. Oh well, all in the name of good fun, right?

It was slightly ironic that she'd found out about it, actually - the first rule, naturally, was not to talk about it. But people in bars couldn't help themselves, usually, and nobody would ever ever suspect the ditzy girl with the pink drink to be eavesdropping, would they? It'd sure been helpful at parties, and occasionally for tests; now it seemed that her oh-so-innocent persona meant she'd get to do something that almost reminded her of home

The don't-tell-people, fighting in a kind of ring sort of thing more than the fighting. Momma was just too scary for the family to fight each other.

"Jeez, you'd almost thing you're not wanting people to come in here." Almost disappointingly, there wasn't some collective gasp or shock; she'd swear they almost seemed to expect people to just turn up. It didn't take too long for them to tell her the rules; you don't talk about it, you don't talk about it, a couple of less important ones, and if it's your first night...

... you've gotta fight.

Seeing as Makoto was - for whatever reason - apparently the only girl to turn up, they'd let her almost ignore the sixth rule. No zips, buttons, or anything other than cloth, but that was fine - she wouldn't have been that bothered if she'd had to follow it, but apparently it could be uncomfortable for the others. She would have expected grown men beating each other to a pulp to be less conservative, but it didn't really matter. Probably only because it was her first night, right?

Not that she was entirely unfamiliar with the concept; she was sure she'd seen a movie on this, and that her father had told tales of his days in one. Whether exaggerated - as her mother claimed - or real as his muscles suggested, she'd never known, but it had always sparked some form of interest. It was good learning how to fight, and how to actually deal with people fighting back, especially if you had to walk home at night.

It seemed to take an excessively long time - then again most waiting was unbearable - for it to finally be her turn to fight. Maybe she was in a little over her head - the people telling her it was too late to back out seemed to think so. Not that it was going to stop her; she'd just make up an excuse at school, if it looked really bad.

"Hey, you ready?" Her opponent seemed a little older than her; probably still one of the younger men here, but she wasn't entirely sure. Still probably not what most people would think looked like a fair fight; a twenty-something year old man against someone who was still a schoolgirl? But she'd always been strong - besides, she'd totally convinced them with her lie about her age. Maybe.

"Don't hold back, now! I'd hate for you to think you can't hit me 'cause I'm a girl."

[kanzenkuri-ge]

Rebel 1 ☆ Action! | Open

[chxkage-deactivated20140623]

Having spent the morning indoors; the main aimed to simply go for a stroll around the city to stretch his legs. Well, a long stroll—considering just how far he lived from the center of the city. Not that he minded; it might be good to pick up a few more supplies while he was out anyway—food and practical things alike. Perhaps a few calligraphy brushes, too. Nothing quite beat the traditional way of doing things, even in a city like this.

He walk was brought to a somewhat abrupt halt as a mass practically fell from the sky. Of course, upon a moment’s further inspection, it was clear she had… fallen (perhaps?) from the low-branched tree. A few more paces forward and she might well have crushed him. Now that would be unfortunate—since even then she’d probably be the one to end up with more injuries.

Still—.

He smiled, somewhat amused by the instantaneous demand and inquiry. "That depends," he began, "what  was I not meant to see?" he asked in turn. "The ungraceful fall—or your undergarments as you did so?" Of course, he hadn’t seen a thing aside from the woman as she hit the ground at his feet. But, it was fun to fool around occasionally.

[kanzenkuri-ge]

"Both!" The scandalised tone in her voice wasn't an act - for perhaps the first time - her arms folding across her chest as she stood. Anything to seem more proper, more mature, more... like someone who wouldn't just fall out of a tree. Although with his question, she was beginning to wish she'd fallen a few feet in his direction; if he'd been floored, he certainly wouldn't be asking like this.

-- but that wasn't fair of her, was it?

Really, it was hardly his fault he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Actually being angry at him wasn't a smart thing to do, and would be precisely what some of her peers would expect - better not to dwell on those thoughts, though. "Sorry. That's not... That's not happened to me before. Like, ever."

"I didn't hit you, did I?" She was certain she would have noticed if she did, considering just how different people felt to concrete, but maybe a branch might have? She really wasn't entirely sure how to react to this; the only other times she'd fallen from a tree were on purpose, and into hay on a farm. Not nearly into someone on a street.

[headlxess]

{ 967-EVIL } [ Makoto Nanaya ]

         ☣{ — Watching humans was always a hobby he’d indulged in —}

   Whether it be because he had nothing better to do, was bored, or just merely enjoyed the simplicity of observing other people’s behaviors was still unknown, however. What was known, though, or as he preferred to call it, ‘on the other side of the per-se ‘educational’ development within himself’, was that he’d done it for as long as he could remember. Since school, since the days of sitting with children at a small, rounded, cheap plastic table, he’d looked after them. Whatever they did, however they behaved, he had witnessed, or rather, coded into his brain’s memory. 

  Be it the shade of the crayons they had chosen to use, or the way they scribbled outside of the coloring sheet’s lines, he’d retained all of their little quirks; and in the following years- had learned more and more.

  Through middle school. High school. College. To the present day. He’d evolved. Grown beside them as their watchful eye. Learned more and more. Gained more and more. Became. More. And more. Until finally—

                                                          { He stopped. }

  His life had come to a smooth sail and he’d settled himself as a parasite into the back of a city’s neck, where he could leech off of everyone else’s lives. Everyone else’s lives like the young girl he was staring at from the bench he sat upon. Funny how such a female her age was wandering out and about during the late hours of the city. Didn’t she have school? Didn’t she know any better not to waltz around when those who had predator instincts were lurking? Or maybe she did. Maybe she was a student and knew very well what sort of creeps and crooks hung during the night, and maybe she just didn’t care. Maybe she had a part-time job, or even a full-time job as some sort of entertainer, or drug dealer, or someone who just delivered papers at twelve thirty am instead of six am. Who knew? Who knew what her life was truly about. Who knew what sort of secrets she kept or what sort of things she liked? He surely didn’t, but…that wouldn’t stop him from seeking out what could find. Oh no! Not at all! This was his hobby, his job, his everything! He couldn’t just aimlessly dabble about without snooping!

  He pulled himself up from his seat, gently brushed the back of his jeans, and flickering the red filters of his gaze after her movement. Like the charming, undeniable sickening demon he was, he began to pace himself, following each line where her feet had touched, where her shoes had pranced against the earth. Sure, yeah. He looked creepy, probably insanely so, but did it matter? Did he really care? Could he even care? No. The answer was also the same. He didn’t. He couldn’t. The apathetic level he gave to opinions of his person was kin to that of a sociopath’s desire to control, and no matter how hard they tried— he could never be hurt by their insults. 

  Though for good measurement (as he wasn’t stupid and knew stalking teenage girls was a horrible choice), he paused in his venture, his head slightly tilting as a soft, polite, and soothing call of, “Are you lost?" wavered to her general direction.

[kanzenkuri-ge]

"That's a pretty boring cliche, don't you think?" Were it any other place, any other time, there was no doubting that she'd at least try to be friendly. No point being rude most of the time; but this late of night, in this part of town, friendly wasn't the best idea. How long had she been dealing with this kind of thing now? Ever since she started working, probably; sure working into the night meant she could still get to school, but it meant she had to walk home while the bars were closing.

A problem the first few weeks, but she'd learnt to deal with it well enough; mostly ignoring the lewd yelling and cat-calls was simple enough, and the few that had been dumb enough to try to touch her had learned just how good of an investment self-defence courses had turned out to be. Even if her boss had suggested wearing clothes with - as he'd put it - more fabric, she didn't really see why she should have to change her behaviour on account of someone else. Especially when most drunk men went down pretty easily if you hit them hard enough.

Still, this was something different. Creepy, rather than drunk; not exactly intimidating, but definitely not safe. If it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be following her in a very precise manner - was he trying to make sure he stepped as she did? - it would have been easy enough to brush off as some joker who'd simply had too much. But this was too calculated, too precise for that.

"Are you, though? 'Cause if I was wanting directions, it'd be pretty easy to find a really friendly guy about this time of night, but not outside like this. That'd be in a couple of hours. Or did they change student night to tonight?"

[scienceincorporated-deactivated]

The Worst Sense of Humor... (Closed - Makoto)

A frown crossed his features - his eyes looking down, at his phone. Everyone had been talking about this… new thing. It sounded odd to him - some kind of new social network, akin to Instagram (lord knows how many followers he has there) or Facebook (so many fan pages)…

Vine.

Six second videos designed to be filled with comedy, and Tony just didn’t get it. They were absolutely hilarious, but he wanted to make one himself. How could he possibly achieve stardom on this network? Not that he wasn’t already famous on it - but that’s not the point. Content was the point. It was important. He was on a mission to be hilarious.

He tried many times - making faces as he pressed record, contemplating whether they were worthy of posting or not - but no. None of them were adequate under his harsh review.

For the first time in a while, he looked up from his phone at the nearest patron of the café he sat in and asked, “Hey, uhh… Do you know how to make a vine? I’m at a loss here.”

[kanzenkuri-ge]

Aah, coffee. One of the exceedingly few things she could actually sit still for; even if caffeine apparently made her even more hyper than normal, she still could enjoy a delicious beverage the exact way it was intended. With an unholy number of sugars, cream, and a double shot of hazelnut syrup. Almost as good as dessert!

Perhaps it was better for the sanity of the barista that she was distracted from the idea of getting yet another by a question she found curious; it simply hadn't occurred to her that it was possible to know what a vine was, but not know how to make one.

Never mind that hers were far from successful, at least in the way she wanted them to be. "Well, of course you're at a loss here! Just making faces at your i-Whatever isn't a vine at all." 

Perhaps that was far too strong of a generalisation, but it wasn't exactly in Makoto's nature to care. Not when it probably wouldn't hurt anyone. "You've got to do something cool, or funny, or --- on second thoughts, you probably won't want to do that kind of vine here. Nudity laws and all. Aaanyway, what I'm saying is this just isn't the right place."

"If you wanna know how to vine, you'd better come with me mister... um." She probably should have paid more attention to social media, actually. "That guy from Facebook, right? The tech-y one?"

[kanzenkuri-ge]

Rebel 1 ☆ Action! | Open

[hizangeki-deactivated20140621]

The privilege of leaving college between classes proved useful; especially in getting free from the shackles of acquaintances who sought out, incessantly, his advice or assistance. Not that he hated assisting them; the extra work allowed him to pass time rather efficiently, but with his own work currently piling up, it was simply something he had to pass up on. What better than to simply study somewhere outside, where none would find him?

Of course, good fortune wasn’t always something abound in Jin’s life—working as hard as he did, didn’t always produce the most fruitful results. Cursed with spontaneous events that hindered time better spent elsewhere was so ludicrously common that the man often considered himself just utterly unlucky. He supposed complaining didn’t help, but it certainly didn’t stop him feeling rather sour about it.

The blond paused in his step as he pondered just where to go to complete his studies. The public library, perhaps? Hmm… but it was likely that others knew to find him there. Shaking his head slightly, he closed his eyes. Only to almost leap out of his skin when he heard a loud thud right beside him. Jin wasn’t an easily frightened person, but the sound hit too close for comfort.

He quickly turned to look down at the heap of another beside him—his gaze averting upward towards the, still swaying, branch this woman had fallen from. Jin almost wanted to laugh, but refrained from doing so when he noted the voice reaching his ears. Green eyes made the effort to once more shift their focus and stared at the other. 

"See what?” he questioned—anyone would have seen that fall. Though, admittedly Jin didn’t quite catch the fall in motion and only heard the aftermath. “I didn’t see a thing.” he shrugged anyway. “But you’re pretty stupid to try climbing that and thinking you actually wouldn’t fall.”

[kanzenkuri-ge]

Oh no. Bad enough to have fallen from a tree, but to have fallen in front of someone who seemed vaguely familiar - had he been one of the older students when she'd started at school? Someone she'd seen while working? - was altogether worse than if it had been someone else. A stranger she'd hopefully not come across again, a friend wouldn't care, but someone who she'd vaguely seen around was... troublesome. Not that his attitude helped one bit.

"Hey! I'm not stupid! I've done that tens, no hundreds of times and not once has a branch even snapped!" Stupid? Definitely not! Sure, she wasn't one of those people that just got A's, or one of the ones that studied all the time, but her grades were above average, damnit. Nobody called Makoto Nanaya stupid, no matter what. "Well, until now, I guess."

Maybe if his attitude had been a little kinder, he would have gotten some kind of apology, or at least something non-snarky - the risk of being hit by a branch probably demanded it - but to insult someone rather than help them up from a nasty fall? That was something she considered mean. Really mean.

"How can you call me stupid if you're trying to claim you didn't see it? I've babysat kids better at denying things." At least she wasn't embarrassed any more, although this probably wasn't a good look either way. "Sometimes I can't believe all you city types. What gives you the right to be so rude?"

[xionicsheon]

[kanzenkuri-ge]

Makoto x doing it for the vine

tHE THRIST IS REAL

[cittamemes]

Who in FRW do you ship my muse with?

[kanzenkuri-ge]

minor, forte

Aside from her school uniform, a few winter-oriented pieces and some more formal clothes for working, Makoto's wardrobe isn't exactly full of variety. She doesn't really like wearing too many layers, and clothes shopping's only tolerable with company; while she does need nice things for working in, and her uniform, otherwise she just wears clothes that are comfortable and not too covering. Practically everything item of clothing she owns that doesn't have a specific purpose is the kind of clothing you'd see at a gym or fitness class.