[planbeyond]

independent & selective rp blog for beyond birthday of death note. varied activity, triggering content, 21+ only. written by ella, she/they.

exploring themes of violence, trauma, psychopathy and masking.

file . guide . memes . visuals . study . wishlist

[vulpesse]

　　𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ( … ) 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 - 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄. she allowed him to braid her hair, naught but the dulcet echo of content purrs left to fill the empty space around them ; it felt haunted, as if the blood spilled by their deft hands had ultimately tainted the very fabric of their shared reality, fraying its fringes, dissolving all margins and edges. at the quiet sound of his voice, the woman - beast perked up: prone to mischief, poison embellished by the allure of honeyed violence. ❝ is that an invitation ? or, are you eager to reclaim all the time and space i've selfishly stolen from you ? ❞

his heart - beat reverberated against her sensitive ears, but its melody was unhelpful in deciphering the secretive cryptograph of his soul. with a swift motion, she turned to the side ; golden eyes settled 'pon him, their depths illuminated by the soft gleam of playful bedevilment. ❝ it is always dangerous, to feed a stray beast. ❞

[planbeyond]

STEADY AS A BEATING DRUM, Beyond's heart was slow and strong in its rhythm. A man who put his body through paces only the truly restless knew, she would not find any hint of anxiety or uncertainty within his vessel.

Ahri turned to look at him, and would be met with a refined, tender expression, perfectly crafted to make the woman feel every bit adored. "There's no rush," he assured, sweet yet hoarse words, spoken like a man who valued her beyond the flesh, who wanted her to feel both valued and known. "But you're welcome to stay... if that's what you would like."

Ignoring her warnings, Beyond smiled, and leaned down to press his lips lightly against her own. He was forever gentle with her, showing naught but utter devotion, despite the barren wasteland that was his desire. Troublesome, truly. There were many things he might fake, but he hoped she would not want for him in the way that women often did, for the heart that beat steadily in his chest failed to hold anything more than blood.

[planbeyond]

do not make assumptions.

@quad4xel

BUT WHY, PRAY TELL, because to assume makes an ass out of you and me? Beyond was not swayed by cliches, had little time for idioms, and would not be dictated to by anyone, no matter their fame, no matter their name.

A̷̢̫̼͚͋̅̊̾L̸̹͇̞͓̼̫̗͉̃̓̊͗͗̉̈́̎͆̄̅̔͘͝E̸̮̒̄͘͘͝ͅẌ̶̛̥̙̱́̔͒̾͑̏͐ͅÈ̴̛̫̰̺̪̼͈̱͇̻͇͎̄̚͜͜Į̴̧͇̬̤͎̖̻̮͙̙̬̹̀̀̃͜ͅ ̴̛̱̜͎͍̘̭͈̒͌͛̌̐̕ ̴͓̗̙̯̜͉͔̤̱͓͎͚͕̀̇̉̈́̌ͅͅ ̷̠̓̄̊̍͑͑̎̑́̿̄̔N̷̰̭̯̻͈̫͎͚̹̼͂́̓͐̿̅̄̔̄͠I̸̧̢̘̱̞͓̖͍̟̘͉̘̻̯̦̾̌͒̎̒̈́̔̔̚̚̚K̴̡̦͍̻̥̳̜̹̦̲͙͕̦̯̒̍͘O̴̘͍̫̺͗̏̄̒̐̊̌͆͛̎͗͠ͅL̴̨̡̡̢̖͚̾̈́͛̑A̸̼͔̙̤̖̼̻̅͒E̴̦̦̫̩̐̃̿̏͒́́̐͗̈̆͘̚͠ͅV̵̳̤͉̔̓Ỉ̵̧̹̰̘̤̭͍̎͋̄͋̏̄̿͆̏̈́̌̂͝͠ͅÇ̷̦̝̞̤͖̋̆͑͂̕͘H̴̡̧̛̥͈͓̝͔͕̗̼̬͓̦͙̋̍̄̈́͛̂̂̿͝ͅ ̷̡̼͈̗̮̘̘́͌ ̶̡̡̯͕͍̪̺̼̬̩̮̖̎͜͝ͅI̶̲̝̎́̋̔̏́͛̔͛̂́͌͘͝Ṽ̴̛̘͎̰̩̩͑̾̈́̀͊̾̉̑̍̐ͅA̵̧̩̳͈͇̰̔̓̋̀́̂̓̀̐͋͋̌͆͘̕͜͜N̵̡̘̳̼̜̹̙̺̪̏̒̀̚Ó̸͇̱̙̰̱̟̬̩̹̏̈́̐̓̌̌̓V̴̡̱͍̰̜͎̟̣̜̌̀̆̇͝.

A sigh left him, but his expression was ever-pleasant, ever-placid. "Oh, I do so hope I haven't offended," how ever would he live with himself? "Care to enlighten me?"

[tl-hoechlin]

Luke Arnold is Long John Silver in Black Sails

[planbeyond]

guide

mun’s name is ella, thirty, she/they. i'm british, laid back, and not a great deal bothers me. i'm super friendly and approachable, but i'm a relatively private person. writing is an escape, and i don't take it too seriously.

usual stuff, no godmodding, no drama, no expectations, no hating on people. live and let live.

i have three other rp blogs at wintersrunt, mindfcked and dualital, so you may find me there, if not here.

i don't have any triggers and will only tag stuff if asked to.

memes are always open, and mutuals are always free to tag me in things, send me things, or approach me for plotting. all answered asks can be turned into threads.

i love shipping, and will write nsfw stuff on discord, but only with writing partners i speak to semi-frequently and/or have a connection with.

important note: beyond can see everyone's name and lifespan. immortal/godlike/time-travelling muses will simply have a lifespan that looks different to those of mortal beings. if this feels too much like godmodding, then don't follow.

that being said, beyond doesn't tell people he has the shinigami eyes, so it shouldn't impact interactions too greatly.

this portrayal is headcanon-heavy, but i do follow the plot of the novel. i am simply writing beyond before the events of 'another note'.

[planbeyond]

beyond's file

name: beyond birthday alias: rue ryuzaki gender: cisgender man age: 30+ nationality: japanese-european height: 6'0 visual reference: here

beyond birthday, known by most as ryuzaki, is a salesman of fine watches and jewellery. he works independently, travels the world, and is extremely successful.

he is also a serial killer, cursed with the ability to see the full name and lifespan of everyone he meets, driven insane over the years by his intimate knowledge of death. a master manipulator, he will play whatever role is required of him, concealing his sadistic, cold temperament beneath a mask that has been perfected over a lifetime.

[classichorrorblog]

American Psycho (2000)

[planbeyond]

"why do you keep staring at my lips …?" (cautiously throws emiya more at this psycho)

@rhodeshillcare

BETTER THAN LOOKING AT HER LIFESPAN, the shuddering mess that it was. Besides, Emiya was pretty enough that one might believe he was capable of feeling something for her, that he might have a little crush. They were both Japanese enough for her to potentially remind him of home, for him to feel connected to her in some way... blah, blah, blah.

He blinked, and turned away, a hand coming up to the neck of his neck in an effort to appear self-conscious.

"Oh, I wasn't," an obvious lie, one intended to disarm.

[planbeyond]

order whatever you want, it's my treat. [ from this meme! ]

@unladielike

HE PRACTICALLY LIVED IN THE LIBRARY, and not solely because he was an avid reader. Well, reading was indeed the pastime, but the book in his hand was usually a secondary focus; it was those pesky little lifespans floating above the heads of library-goers that truly sparked his interest.

Her own was... relatively boring, truth be told, but the young woman was pleasant enough, and it was Beyond's best interest to play the part, so to speak. He had been charming and friendly, made polite conversation. How they had ended up in the library cafe was beyond him. Ha ha.

"Would you think less of me if I insisted otherwise?" he asked with a smile. "I couldn't possibly allow a young woman to pay. My mother would not approve." May she rest in pieces.

[planbeyond]

ooc. going to do a mass unfollowing of people i don't interact with, so if we haven't interacted yet and you'd like to, maybe go through my meme tag and throw something at me? nothing's off limits, go buck wild.

[videog4mes]

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS ... SLOW BURN, EVERYTHING! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that are taking their sweet ass time or are being oblivious. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?

if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?

this is never gonna happen, is it?

let's not keep wasting each other's time.

so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?

you have a crush on me?

do you or do you not love me? i need to know.

were you ever going to tell me?

i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.

i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.

i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.

why do you keep staring at my lips ...?

concepts.

hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?

at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.

love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?

love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.

the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.

friends don't. sender and receiver are best friends who are really comfortable around one another. sender who is in love with receiver, accidentally ends up on top of receiver during a playful moment. in that moment, it becomes obvious in the way that sender looks at receiver of what they feel for them. how does receiver respond?

[partyof]

@planbeyond

“ and who the hell are you?” Blondie asked. he didn’t look like he belonged here at the club nor matched the vibe it was giving.

[planbeyond]

WHAT, WAS IT NOW A SIN to wear sleeves to a club? Did one have to whore themselves out to be accepted in this pervasive society? "What's it to you?" said with a smile, naturally.

[bloodtwin]

It  was  a  question  Puck  had  been  asked  before  --  though  not  so  ominously.  If  she  had  a  single  suspicious  bone  in  her  body,  she  might  have  given  the  other  man  an  odd  look,  but  Puck  was  to  people  as  dogs  were  to  their  owners:  endlessly  trusting.

This  trust  came  hand-in-hand  with  the  arrogance  of  a  man  undefeated.  Puck  was  freakishly  tall  with  enough  muscle  to  make  an  opponent  second-guess  themselves  before  they  threw  a  punch  --  if  his  reputation  didn't  make  them  hesitate  first.  Depending  on  the  lighting,  he  had  a  foreboding  presence,  easy  grin  more  sinister  than  cocky.

She  had  no  cause  to  guard herself  when  she'd  yet  to  be  properly  challenged.

❝   You  know,  people  usually  ask  about  the  tail  first.   ❞   Or  tug  on  it  because  they  think  it's  fake.

Puck  shrugged,  head  tilting  in  a  subconscious  mimic  of  the  other.  The  aforementioned  tail  swished  behind  her.   ❝   I'm  mostly  used  to  it.  Never  been  able  to  blend  in  very  easily.   ❞

[planbeyond]

THE TAIL RECEIVED A GLANCE, but truthfully, Beyond was no more interested in that than the legs, the arms, the stomach or the ears - all just pieces of flesh that failed to titillate the man, as was the norm with flesh and the creatures that sported it.

"Would you like me to be a usual person?" he asked, his tone suggesting that he had no intention of providing such a service, more so curious as to what the preference might be. "I can do that, but forgive me for assuming you might be a little more interesting than most."

Six-foot-nine, with a tail and a lifespan that was horribly messy and uncertain. He did so love a puzzle, even if said puzzle could squash him flat. Then again, he might enjoy that. Would he? Would this be a fitting end?

Ah, time would tell.

"Perhaps you ought to hide the tail, should you wish to blend in. Wear a fabulous cape, something flowing and vampire-esque."

[videog4mes]

ENEMIES, FRENEMIES, IT'S COMPLICATED! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that'll never (or maybe eventually) get along. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

i trusted you. my mistake.

i'll never forgive you.

i'll spend the rest of my life making you miserable.

we'll never be the same again.

you crossed a line.

you and me? we're done.

beg. for your life. for forgiveness. just beg.

are you going to beg?

i almost had you.

you were lucky last time. not this time.

they're dead ... because of you.

you took everything from me! what more do you want?

i'm not mad that you lied to me. i'm mad that i can't trust you ever again.

i will sacrifice us both just to make a point.

making each other miserable is our thing. don't try to change that.

this is my revenge.

something about you makes me want to be violent.

how could you?

why did you come back for me?

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.

i won't make that mistake again.

you betrayed me. i suffered.

how fucking dare you!

how the fuck could you do this to me? to us?

our story ends with your end.

i won't show you mercy.

why are you helping me? i don't like you!

just this once.

you won't always be able to cheat death.

concepts.

on sight. sender and receiver have been on opposing sides for years. anytime one of them sees the other, it's bound to turn into an altercation.

knife wound. sender stabs receiver with a small blade.

pointed end. sender holds a blade to receiver's throat.

enemy of my enemy. sender or receiver saves the other from an oncoming attack from a third party, forcing them to temporarily be allies.

fist to kiss. sender kisses receiver without warning after a moment of high tension and close proximity shared between the pair.

enemies to lovers. suddenly sender's and receiver's banter and fighting turns into something more than hateful encounters.

headlock. sender manages to pull receiver into a headlock and continue a physical altercation.

betrayal. receiver confronts sender over feeling betrayed by them.

enemies with benefits. sender and receiver engage in a physical relationship despite the fact they're enemies.

[planbeyond]

" he was born with the shinigami eyes, able to see beyond their birthdays, able to see when they will die. "

        — 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 . an independent, mutuals-only, selective roleplay blog for 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 of death note's another note: the los angeles bb murder cases. reigned in by ella, thirty, she/they.

[gloomyrains]

The growing crowd caused a flood of disappointment and heartache to rush through him. It disappointed him that this was being treated as some sort of show rather than the loss of a life. Did they not see this person was a human just moments before! He was saddened to know he couldn’t help. His talents had no use here. Oh well.

He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander again, however short of time he had to do so. What was this man like? Did he have a wife or children? Did he sit at an office all day or sell things at the bodegas? 

Was he like Cheng Xiaoshi? Did he have some kind of ability? Had he lost someone important like he had with his parents? The questions were an endless cycle!

“Someone on the bus must have called by now.” He could only hope someone had at least… not that there was much of a need to rush now. It was best to accept that, he knew that but like many of his ‘jobs’, he wouldn’t be anything less than emotional when thinking about it. Naturally curious, he continued to steal more of this strangers time. “You said death is an old friend… may I ask why?”

[planbeyond]

WHILE HIS NEWLY-ACQUIRED COMPANION formulated a thousand-and-one questions in his mind, and answered precisely none of them, Beyond concluded that accidental death was largely dull. He had expected splatter, at the very least, but this? It was like throwing a sack of potatoes into the road and letting them be hit by a passing car.

Boring.

"There are far more dead people in this world than there are living ones," he remarked cooly, not bothering to give the stranger his full attention, a little preoccupied with his own disappointment. "Death is a wonderful certainty, the only thing we can be truly certain of... and yet we behave as if it is the enemy."

A glance sideways, eyes dark and assessing, and Beyond looked at the man with a mild frown, cold and analytical.

"You seem oddly at ease with it all, as well... do divulge."

[rhodeshillcare]

It always felt weird when someone called Emiya beautiful, when she found her own self repulsive. Sure, there was nothing wrong with her physically -- she was always well dressed, well groomed and had a style that was both cute, yet functional. This was the impression she wanted to give off -- harmless girl who loved flowers. However, mentally, she never broke out of the burned and pained body she had once upon a time.

Being called beautiful when all she could still see of herself was a burnt corpse, like something out of a horror movie, tended to hurt a little more than appease any sense of vanity.

Modestly, she waved off the compliment. "Oh, no. There are people out there much prettier than me. Hahaha. You don't need to waste a compliment on me, Ryuzaki."

Still, he was showing her a kindness, so she had to reciprocate somehow.

"Then shall we go stargazing together?" she suggested out of the blue. Truly, when she thought about it, whenever she was allowed out on her own, she found herself staring at the ground, than at the sky. And the only stars she had seen were artificial ones installed into the ceiling by her father so she wouldn't feel so claustrophobic as a child that remained in her bedroom to this day. "It sounds like I should take a moment to look up at the stars. Let's do it together."

[planbeyond]

HOW EASY IT WAS, to appeal to a sense of modesty. Most people would not succumb to flattery or flirtation, but give them an opportunity to be modest? They would practically jump at the chance. How fragile the ego truly was.

He did not push her to take the compliment, as that was not what a decent man would do. Instead, he allowed Emiya to wave him off, smiling politely as she did so, and showed a healthy amount of surprise when she made her suggestion.

"Less than an hour until sundown," Ryuzaki remarked, glancing down at his watch, which was fine and well-made, indicating some level of wealth. That was its main function, perhaps even more important than telling the time. It was easier to trust a man who presented himself well, who smelled of aftershave and soap, who looked as if he had done well in his business, whatever they may be. Vague enough for him to weave a story, solid enough to feel real.

He placed his hands behind his back, resting just above his belt, making it clear that he had no intention of overstepping, that she was safe.

"Shall we find a good spot?"