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☾ — starter call.
it’s been a while since i’ve made one of these and i’ve cleared up my drafts, so i’d like to place a fresh STARTER CALL. capping at FIVE, these may be one liners to longer threads. as usual, please feel free to IM me if you want to plot!
☾ — policy update.
( hey everyone! since everyone is making these and with the newest policy update, i’d like to restate that i DO NOT allow canon doubles. thank you all for understanding! )
@lunarclawed
After what had happened to the city, with those clones, Ryuji needed some time to cool off and deal with his worries alone. He would’ve gone to his friends, talk things through and eventually get over it; but this time was different. With the vague memories he had of his other self, and the time his clone had seemingly spent in this city, there was no way to dismiss that, was there? Even if it wasn’t real to him…it was real for that Ryuji. So, who was he to have taken that away from him? He hoped in that alternate world that he was doing fine.
However, more importantly…
As of right now, Ryuji paced around Fibonacchi, uncertain of his actions but still went with his gut feelings anyway. He had to find him, wherever he was. The last time he and Atsushi talked was when they were trying to deal with their clones. Even if there were things the other may not want to talk to Ryuji about, all he knew was he had to make sure the other was okay.
(He wouldn’t forgive himself otherwise.)
“…tch, where are you?” He muttered to himself, hoping to find him soon.
Once again, Atsushi finds himself wandering the back streets, away from the bustling midnight crowds, moonlight peeking out softly from behind the clouds. A cold wind blows through and he tugs his jacket tighter around himself, moving deeper into the alley, distant chatter receding with every step. Fibonacci Ward, it’s back streets the perfect place to wander alone with your thoughts. Momentarily he leans against a wall, hard concrete a support as his thoughts linger.
Days had passed since the clone incident, and even longer since...
His memories from that time are foggy. (He doesn't know if he should be grateful or not.) Were they even his to remember? (He can still feel spikes digging into him.) A hand reaches up, long digits coming to rest on the side of his neck. There’s nothing there. No collar, no bandages, no wound. Nothing.
Still, his other self must have had happiness too. Vaguely, he recalls a time spent with others, in school, on the track team. (He was taken out of school as soon as he became unable to hide the bruises.) He’d even managed to have friends. (He never had any friends, before. No one at school came near him, and the other orphans singled him out.) He was grateful, truly, that he could find happiness. Even if it wasn’t his own. None of those memories belonged to him, though. His happiness, his sorrow, his friends, Ryuji.
He stops. Ryuji? Atsushi remembers fighting side by side together, to take down the clones, but, that wasn’t all, was it? Another memory resurfaces, of bruises and intertwined fingers, and his throat tightens. He picks up the pace, moonlight carving out a path before him. Rounding the corner, he comes to a small clearing, a streetlamp lit next to a bench, occupied by a familiar blonde, pacing in a small circle. Speak of the devil. Inexplicably, he feels heat rise to he cheeks. Wait, why?
He stands there silently, jaw suddenly slack as he takes in the other’s pacing figure. Words suddenly have a hard time getting out.
“Ryuji?”
❪ ･ﾟ ⋮ @ziodynero ☾ ❜ ❫
❝ WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE? ❞ The light words are firmly at odds with his actions, gloved hands loading a cartridge into the gun with an ease that comes only from practice. He's never liked guns, but it's better to be safe than sorry in the current situation. He just hopes he never has to use it. ❝ The whole 'chasing one's self gone rogue' thing, I mean. It wasn't technically me, but my ability. I guess that still counts? ❞ A sheepish smile forms on the boy's lips, a hand coming up to scratch at his cheek for a moment. ❝ Er, it's a long story. But I'm sure we'll be fine this time, right? ❞ Atsushi stares down at the bb-gun's barrel for a moment before pocketing it, making his way to the door.
❝ Let’s go then, Ryuji. ❞
❝ Everyone sure is riled up about Valentine’s day. Is it that important here? ❞
WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?
CHAINS
You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it. You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?
“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.”
Frida Kahlo (via goodreadss)
Nonverbal RP Starters
plotbunnie:
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
Keep reading
🌀 SUBVERSION (PT. I) AU MEME 🌀
To be answered by your AU selves! Send a symbol to find out…
🌴 - What’s your muse’s favorite place on the island? Where do they always go?
🌵 - What’s a place your muse avoids? A place they’ll never go?
🌾 - What does your muse usually do for dinner? Do they cook, or dine out?
🌿 - Where does your muse work? / What do they do for a living?
☘️ - What’s the highest education your muse has obtained?
🍁 - Does your muse live alone, or with family?
🍂 - Does your muse have a claim to fame? What are they known for?
🍃 - Does your muse have a reputation? (Is it good or bad?)
🍄 - Who are your muse’s friends?
🌏 - Who are your muse’s enemies?
🌙 - Does your muse ever dream of a better life?
☀️ - What are your muse’s hobbies?
🌟 - Is your muse human? Are they treated differently for it?
🌈 - What are three changes to your muse because of Subversion?
⚡ - If your muse could make any wish, what would it be?
Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
What does your character like in other people?
What does your character dislike in other people?
How quick is your character to trust someone else?
How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
How does your character behave around children?
How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
How does your character behave around people they like?
How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
How does your character treat people in service jobs?
Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
Be your worst self.
You Are An Emotionally Volatile Nightmare
Your heart guides you and sometimes that's not as dreamy or romantic as it might sound. It's true that your feelings often inspire you to heal and create, and as long as those feelings don't steer you wrong, you're capable of truly visionary accomplishments in the name of empathy and love.
Feelings, though, aren't always gentle and sweet. You know that better than anyone, because your own emotions - the same overwhelming forces that inspire you to make the world a better place - can take you to very dark places, especially if you believe that the subject of your ire has shown unwarranted cruelty toward you or something you hold dear. You know that your feelings aren't necessarily rational, but that doesn't stop you from dramatically blaming other people for causing you pain. Of course, you might not even stop at crying; that notoriously brilliant creativity might even spur you to express your wrath artistically - nothing says “emotional stability” like a morose, vengeful poem.
Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:
NAME:
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PICTURE:
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LAST TEXT SENT:
❪ ･ﾟ ⋮ @rashomn ☾ ❜ ❫
STORIES FAMED CANNOT COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY OF SUNSET! Once again he finds himself at the water's edge, stalks of bamboo reaching high to the heavens. Distant bells chime softly, wind caressing silver locks as the boy edges closer, faint traces of koi fish swimming beneath glassy ice. Today, like the day before, Atsushi sits on the river bank, watching the sun dip beneath the horizon, moon rising to the heavens. Normally, the bamboo grove of Cotes would be disturbed by the occasional visitor, but today just the inexplicable chirp of crickets disturb the tranquility.
The cold wind emanating from the waterfront cuts through bone, sending a shiver down the boy's spine. Spiked collar round his neck bites into skin as he shifts slightly in place, wounds long since closed up. He tugs the collar of his coat higher. There is a slight movement in the underbrush and he is instantly on edge, turning swiftly, eyes adjusting to the growing darkness.
❝ Who's there? ❞
❪ ･ﾟ ⋮ @dazaisola ☾ ❜ ❫
HE FINDS SOLACE IN FAMILIARITY! A smile blooms forth unto his countenance, eyes crinkling in happiness at the sight of the brunette. Wiping a bead of sweat off his brow, Atsushi makes his way towards the school gate, careful not to disturb the training of his fellow track team members. ❝ Dazai, what are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn't get rid of the place! ❞ A peal of good natured laughter spills forth, the young man idly fanning himself with a hand. ❝ I haven't seen you in... a while, is there a case? ❞
@lunarclawed
He’s not sure why he never noticed. In their shared time in high school together, Ryuji never thought Atsushi to struggle with the wrong crowds or be bullied. So, it was his surprise that after one meet–already aware the other was missing out on practice–that he caught the other seemingly surrounded by some shady looking adults. They seemed menacing, almost ready to jump at Atsushi at any second. Without hesitate, Ryuji ran to his side and took as many as he could–even though he wasn’t at all the best fighter, the thugs managed to back out when they realized it wasn’t worth it to get caught fighting a bunch of high school kids.
They eventually made their way to a more public, but less busy, area as Ryuji pulled out a spare towel to pat his face where the blood and bruises were. The stinging settled in as he looked over to the other with a concerned look.
“Hey, Atsushi. They didn’t manage to hurt ya did they…? If they’re causin’ trouble like that, I thought I told you you could always tell me.” He winced, looking around cautiously. “Ugh, guess I bit off more than I could chew. Think we could find a mini mart around here? I could use some ointment.”
HE IS NO STRANGER TO VIOLENCE! It would be a miracle not to be, growing up in the harsh slums of the Fibonacci Ward. Rather, it had become a daily occurence there, be it from the hands of his mother or a stranger, punishment for rifling through their trash bins or simply existing. He and pain seem to go hand in hand. Even so, he had failed, allowing his heart to be opened to the kindness of others. It made the pain even greater.
They were just some lowbrow thugs, too weak to ever have the guts to deal with the mafia. Were the situation different, they would be cut down in an instant. But no, there was no way for them to recognize the White Reaper, not in the broad of daylight. Still, Atsushi wasn't naive. There was always a possibility it could be a threat, veiled thin as a spider's web. A message from the boss. Could it be? Had he failed, somewhere down the line? Failed ť̯͈̖̗̙̒ͪͨͫh͍͓̾ͣͮͅǎ̠t̯͚̹̯̮̔̋ͩ̍̃ ̞̊p̜̥͖̥̗͐́͊̆ͭe̘̦̻͒ͪͯr͈͚̩̲̻̲s͓̗͉̻̤͔̉̍̏̑̆̆on̰̫̹ͭͯ̽, who saved him from that hell, who he is deeply indebted to. Who...s̾̓a̪̼̦̝̞̰̙̍̈́̆ͣ̈́ͯͧv̰͙̯͉ͦ̑̓͌ͤͅêͭḏ̘̗̙̙̞̓ͤ̾ͮ̀͆ ͧ̓̓ͥ̔h͂͒ͯ̐̋ͩͤi͍͛m? W̪̜̙̐̌͒ḥ̓o....? Why.... why had he joined the mafia again? W͈̝̹̘̬̊̐̃ͯ̚h͖̞ͩ́ã̙̥̤͖̪̊̎̔̆t pe͙̜͍̯r̉̂͂͛ͦ̋sͫ͆́̆͂o̼̐n?
A cold bead of sweat drips down his neck and he shrinks back into the wall behind him, mind a complete jumble. Atsushi shivers.
A loud noise drags him from his reverie, and with wide eyes his realizes the commotion. Ryuji. The young man jumps out of seemingly nowhere, fist instantly making connection with one of the adult's faces. Before he can even react, there is a commotion, a brutal flurry of fists and kicks, so dizzying Atsushi can't make head or tails of what's happening. In a flash its over, perpetrators running away into an alley, heavy breathing left to fill their absence. Mouth hangs agape, slowly coming unfrozen. He realizes he's shaking. With a gasp, he rushes over, apologies spilling forth. ❝ R-ryuji! I'm so sorry, all because of me...! ❞ Instantly, he reaches out a hand, unconciously touching the other on the cheek, softly grazing the bruise blooming forth. ❝ I don't know them, they just came out of nowhere... ❞ It's not a lie, he doesn't know them. Know where they come from, yes, but he leaves that part out. He's become well accustomed to bending the truth.
His heart is racing like a wild animal trying to escape his chest, shivering begun anew. He got hurt. Because of him. Because of him. He keeps causing pain to those around him. Unconsciously, he draws himself into an embrace, bile rising in his throat. It's all his fault.
The collar of his jacket brushes against his neck, wounds long scared over. A tool made to hurt others. He does his job too well. With shaking legs like a newborn fawn, he draws closer, gait unsteady as he takes the other boy's hand into his own, silently drawing him into a nearby convenience store, mind a fog.
❝ I'm sorry. ❞
