TEACH ME HOW TO BE A PERSON

let ' s  just  die  anywhere  else  -  anywhere  ...  just  not  here .

[goneriloved-a]

          𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃… 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. c. art.

[frcgilepillar-a]

( alright! hello, i’m ichi with a revamped & canon divergent tenko chabashira! i’ve been writing her since 2017 on my multi-muse, & i’ve missed her enough to give her a blog of her own! please like or reblog this if you’d like to rp with her! )

[loveisms]

since these tend to get around faster: hello! i’m here with a mutuals only befriend route based ayano aishi of yandere simulator. crossover & oc interactions are encouraged! unaffiliated with the fandom & game. loved by ichi.

[corpseblade-a]

                    YOU  ARE  A  WEAPON  &  WEAPONS  DON’T  WEEP.

extremely canon divergent mukuro ikusaba of danganronpa: trigger happy havoc. penned by ichi. c.

[heartlocketed]

my  heart  -  it  feels  heavy .  tears  streaming  down  my  face .

indie unaffiliated chara of undertale. ©

[liersymphcny]

//tempted to revive my ch.ara...

[liersymphcny]

//new muse soon!

[liersymphcny]

“ Hey! What did I miss? ”

[liersymphcny]

steelheir‌:

《 @liersymphcny​ | closed starter 》

    Gazing upon the crowded cafeteria, Sara couldn’t help but feel sheepish and nervous. For once, Joe wasn’t there to be her company during lunch, saying something about the faculty running tests on the athletes today before running off. Running off and leaving her to her own devices.     And since she didn’t have any friends beside him, she had to befriend someone, at least for the next half hour. Looking upon the sea of overly talented and remarkable students, Sara was trying to find any seats possible ––– and to her dismay, there was a vacancy right next to the other swordsman.     Although they shared the same talent, Sara and Link actually never conversed, as they were in different years and didn’t have any mutual friends. But he couldn’t be that bad, right? There was only one way to find out if she was wary of the young blonde for nothing.

    ❝Erm pardon, but is this seat taken?❞

⚔️ – Despite the fact Link was still wary of the school, he still found himself making his way to the cafeteria for when the academy had a lunch period. He tended not to mind if there were no spots to sit, he was known as the quiet kid the majority of the time. He was just there to eat & leave, he wasn’t much for conversation anyway. Though the crowded atmosphere that day was uncomfortable, he still managed to find a spot despite it. 

His attention was caught at the question asked, however, looking over to find his fellow swordsman. He hadn’t spoken to her before this, though, he had been quietly avoiding her out of a childish fear that someone else shared a talent with him & being nervous to meet her. Perhaps this was a way of getting over that.

“ Um... no, it’s not... ”

[soadorbs]

HEY   THERE ,      DEMONS !!!      we’ve   got   a   brand   new   KOTOKO   UTSUGI   here ,      written   by   me ,      ghost !      so   if   you   like   adorbs   little   warriors   of   hope ,      why   wouldn’t   you   want   to   press   that   like      (      or ,      even   better ,      REBLOG !      )      button   &&   show   her   your   support !

[liersymphcny]

// kotoko. //

          she’d   managed   to   find   somewhere   safe   to   hide   as   the   building   began   to   collapse      —      tucked   into   a   corner   she   thought   she   wouldn’t   be   found   in .      heart   hammered   against   her   ribcage   as   the   sound   of   battle   wore   on       —      waited   there ,      frozen   in   place   through   the   crumbling   of   what   had   been   her   home   for   so   long .      unable   to   discern   anything   other   than   FEAR   as   crashes   sounded   off   too   close   to   her ,      each   one   leaving   her   more   &&   more   certain   she   would   be   crushed   just   like   monaca   was .

          but   she   couldn’t   force   herself   to   move .      didn’t   dare   expose   herself   for   fear   that   someone   would   see   her .      someone   would   try   to   kill   her ,      too .      it   was   only   after   the   dust   of   the   chaos   began   to   settle   that   she   could   finally   bring   herself   to   think       —      listening   hard   for   any   voices .      any   unusual   sounds .      any   sign   that   she   was   to   be   discovered .

          it   felt   like   she’d   been   waiting   forever   when   she   heard   the   footsteps   from   the   other   side   of   the   wall .      eyes   darted   across   the   rubble   around   her ,      searching   for   escape ,      but   finding   nothing .      wasn’t   sure   if   she’d   be   able   to   outrun   an   adult       —      much   less   if   she   could   defend   herself ,      unarmed   as   she   was .      she’d   press   her   back   to   the   wall   even   harder       —      as   if   she   might   be   overlooked   as   she   made   herself   small   as   she   could .

          throat   tightened   as   komaru   came   around   the   corner       —      pink   eyes   widening   at   the   sight   of   the   older   girl ,      white   visible   around   her   irises   as   she   desperately   scrambled   onto   her   feet   despite   the   way   her   legs   shook       —      jelly - like   as   they   held   up   her   small ,      shivering   form .      she   didn’t   know   what   she   was   expecting .      perhaps   DEATH .      perhaps   this   was   revenge       —      she’d   killed   monaca   &&   was   now   searching   for   the   rest   of   the   kids   to   finish   them   off   one   by   one .      she   didn’t   know .      didn’t   have   time   to   think   about   it .      only   knew   that   whatever   it   was ,      she   wasn’t   going   to   let   herself   die   cowering   in   a   corner   like   a   BABY .

          she’d   swallow   hard ,      lump   in   the   back   of   her   throat   making   it   difficult .      was   about   to   stammer   out   a   weak   apology   when   suddenly   there   were   arms   around   her       —      a   soft   whisper   in   her   ear .

          it’s   gonna   be   alright .

          her   heart   seemed   to   shudder   at   the   words       —      found   herself   nearly   choked   as   sobs   attempted   to   surface ,      barely   swallowed   back   as   hot   tears   began   to   gather   along   her   waterline .      it’s   over ,      isn’t   it ?      one   way   or   another ,      monaca   was   gone .      their   children’s   paradise   was   DEAD ,      &&   as   much   as   she   wanted   everything   to   alright ,      it   WOULDN’T   BE .      because   if   adults   took   over   again       —

          a   choked ,      shuddering   sob   managed   to   force   it’s   way   up   past   her   throat ,      expression   twisted   into   a   sort   of   grimace   as   she   found   herself   burying   her   face   in   the   older   girl’s   shirt ,      if   only   to   hide .      “      what       —      what’re   you   gonna   do   to   us ?      ”      desperation   evident   in   her   tone       —      mixed   with   near - palpable   fear   as   she   nearly   suffocated   on   her   words ,      every   breath   shuddering .      unable   to   pull   herself   together       —      unable   to   put   on   an   act   right   now .      too   much   fear   consuming   every   cell   in   her   body   to   LET   HER .      (      please   let   her   act       —      wished   she   could   now   more   than   ever .      but   no .      the   weight   of   what   had   just   happened   fell   like   a   ton   of   bricks   on   her   heart       —      left   it   impossible   to   pretend   that   everything   was   FINE   for   the   time   being .      )

📣 — komaru didn’t want more pain & suffering now, these kids had seen enough of it for a lifetime -- kotoko had seen more than enough of her share. she just wanted all of this to be over for all of them. she had no intention of continuing that... just to find a place they could call home. the crumbling building was no place for any of them anymore & if she had to fight future foundation to keep their futures she would. at least as far as she saw it.

“ i’m not going to do anything to you... i don’t want to hurt you.” her tone was something she had to fight to not be shaky -- kotoko didn’t need her crying as well, “ you guys are gonna get out of this stupid city if i have anything to say about it. ”

she didn’t know if what she said was of any comfort to the child but she knew that she meant it. every word of it. she just wanted her to know that it would be okay -- eventually -- that much she could promise. maybe touko would disagree with her but she would do her best to convince her because she didn’t want to leave these kids here -- in a city filled with nothing but ruins & bad memories. she wanted to find them a place that they could feel safe in.

she wished she could’ve done the same for monaca -- but she never would’ve accepted her help. she knew that. monaca wanted nothing more than to be like her ‘ big sis, ’ & komaru knew that. & even though she couldn’t help her, she would try & help the others.

[liersymphcny]

“ Um... hello. I’ve been rather absent as of late... Sorry. ”

[golddome-deactivated20200416]

jillianrps‌:

ok but i really want a reincarnated lovers plot. and i don’t mean just like “oh muse a and and muse b were lovers in a past life!!!” altho those are great too i mean like………they’ve had SO MANY LIVES TOGETHER, ok, they consistently find each other, sometimes they get together, sometimes they don’t, it usually ends in death, right, but wouldn’t it be cool if we had a main verse that we rped in (probably modern times) where muse a and muse b were drawn to each other because of all this and had to figure out why but WHILE WE WERE DOING THAT……..we’d consistently have other threads going where we explored their past lives. so like we’d have two or more threads going at once – one where we explored their current lives, let them get close and figure each other out, and another where we explored their past lives as royalty or outlaws or pirates or peasants or WHATEVER. (and in those secondary threads we could explore their lives but also their DEATHS IMAGINE IT!!!!) and occasionally in the main plot thread they’d have flashes of memories or dreams from the secondary plot threads. i mean COME ON JUST IMAGINE IT!!!!!

[liersymphcny]

etude-de-personnage‌:

✉ - The mafia’s hold of the city had grown exponentially in the past few months - unnaturally so. Rachel was no stranger to the ebb and flow of the crime world’s grip on the average civilian; from the popular speakeasies to the growing drug trade…but these times had been….tiring. Even for her.

 While the rise of gang activity certainly meant there was no shortage of work to be had for the information broker; no shortage of those in need of a spy like her - things were growing senseless. She hadn’t seen so many civilians caught up in something since the incident on the flying pussyfoot. It was a far cry from the Comorista’s honor among thieves she had gotten used to. Ganon - the new bogeyman crime boss in the streets -certainly had a taste for unnecessary violence.  

There’d been rumors about an activist, however - an assassin who used a bladed weapon to save townspeople caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. ( All of them had been too terrified to talk to her, of course, and she could hardly blame them. )

She’d been tracking this boy - someone much younger than she was led to believe - with a true sword rather than a switchblade or machete like she had heard. The information broker would have been in her best interest to be silent in response to the question, blending as a shadow in the alley to continue collecting vital information no one else had gotten….

“Sharp ears.” she commented, breaking the silence - and any chance she had of staying as an anonymous source. “But that’s a question I’ll answer only if you give me your name first.” 

⚔️ – So someone was following him -- shit. He thought he’d done everything he could to avoid suspicion, clearly, he was wrong. Ever since his parents' abrupt death, he’d been forced to abandon a lot of the places he felt safe in -- perhaps it made him more reckless than he realized. Maybe when helping a young couple the other night he was recognized by one of Ganon’s goons? Shit.

He was concerned that this stranger could’ve been sent by the crime boss, though, if that was the case he’d probably already know his name. If he was truly searching for him, he would’ve come for him in a more -- direct way than this. Even so, his grip on the sword’s hilt didn’t lesson, still unsure if he would be attacked.

“ ...Link. ” Despite him being unsure, his name was given. “ It’s Link... ”

[liersymphcny]

//i miss peko...

[liersymphcny]

//also if i wasn’t already on a zelda kick... adding zelda herself here as a side muse.

[liersymphcny]

⚔️ – There were few things Link could do to stay hidden from Ganon these days. He never knew to make a promise to his parents to not lose one of the last family heirloom’s would end up with danger lurking around every corner. Even so, he was determined to keep his promise to them & tried to protect the sword best he could. Trying to hide in the crowds of the city seemed to work out most often -- with the few downsides of not being able to know if someone is following him.

In contrast, the boy had been out at night -- with nearly no other souls in sight. He heard footsteps behind him, but as it seemed to be a coincidence, he ignored it at first. That was until it seemed to appear frequently after the incident.

“ Who’s there? ” The question was seemingly called out into the dark city, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. // @etude-de-personnage. (Rachel.) // SC.