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mun & muse; cléo & barusu.
stolen meme! feel free to steal it for yourself. tell ‘em cle sen’cha.
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‘‘ okay, see, the issue is i understand what you’re saying– ‘‘ a hand raises up into the air, circling and circling before ending flat, her palm up towards natsuki. it’s almost expecting something to be planted onto it.
‘’ …but why should i care? there’s no moral or financial incentive to make me a part of this, and i don’t plan on selling out for something that i don’t get any loot from. ‘’
“you’re sayin’ you understand, but i don’t think you’re understanding where it counts.” his opposite hand mirrored hers’ in movement, a deliberate finger pressing it’s crescent into her palm.
“i’m a loser who’s broke beyond compare. that much i can’t argue with. in fact, i think i say it more than anyone should be hearing. but that’s just the surface level.” without peering outside his eyelids, the pad of his finger slid delicately over the lines in her skin. forming the shape of a love heart. “but if there’s one thing about me that ain’t poor, it’s my heart! a beautiful lady hangs onto it after all.”
and that wasn’t an exaggeration. she was always quite literally waiting to crush it through her fingers like clay.
taking a long arc, his finger found it’s final position beside his salesman like grin. “give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. give an otaku a passionate speech and you’ll trigger a flag. definitely, definitely after talking about something this excitedly the next area is gonna be interesting, right? don’t you want to play the game to the end? no?”
just what it was he was bluffing about remained to be seen... perhaps even by himself. but the fact of the matter was that you’ll always need more party members with varied skills. if this girl was anything like him, which by the words out of her mouth seemed to be head-meet-nail, the possibilities of her particular talents was a bottomless well.
well, that us, until you hit the bottom. he decided not to think about that.
Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
my blog is, and always will be, a safe place for people who are not confident in their english speaking abilities. you will never be judged or mocked here.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝ bro , we are himbos. it’s okay to say ‘ huh ‘ around me. i’m your best friend. i love you… . bro , we are kiss ing now . . no don’t stop bro … bro. ❞
"were you sayin’ something there bro?”
“run that by me again por favore?”
@protovisual ♡’d
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝ HEY HEY HEY ! ! W-WATCH WHERE YOU’RE SWINGIN’ THAT THING , YA’ BROAD ! ! ❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Sweat trickled down the man’s face , the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He was used to being lunged at on a daily basis , sure - BUT A GIANT AXE BEING WAVED IN HIS FACE ? Nearly took out his handsome face !
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝ W-WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE POINTIN’ THAT AT ? ! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM ? ? ❞
“what are you talking about?” her axe the natural conclusion of her arm; a force-field of an extra four feet between kamina and whatever... whatever.... weir... whatever he was scheming. “the two things i know is that... one! i’m pretty sure you’re a boy. and two!! the big number two!! this is the girls’ tent. and oh yeah. gigantic number three. everyone just finished up hitting the showers. so if you wanna keep your face on your body and not find it stuck to the side of my axe then hit your own shower before i hit you!”
the look of abject terror on his face told hilda everything she needed to know---the girl’s still got it. if you grabbed a man by his metaphorical short and curlies then you’d never have problems. shifting her axe to her shoulder and a hand to her hip, her disposition sprung rosy.
“if we’re clear say ‘o~kay miss hilda! understood miss hilda!’”
HEY HEY HEY HEY ! ! ! LOOKING FOR YOUR ANIKI ? LOOK NO FURTHER !
this is a revamped + independent roleplay blog KAMINA of GURREN LAGANN, originally est in 2013. canon divergent and very headcanon driven. like or reblog for a follow from the MIGHT MAN HIMSELF ? what’re you waiting for !
Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!
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USER LOGIN:@graveyardtrees | travis ‘big tits’ touchdown. RECEIVED MESSAGE FROM: nishi joichirou.
snot and tears ran thick down the boy’s cheeks, pooling at his jaw, dribbling misery all over the pavement and the alien leather underneath his sleeves and collar.
everything was different now. not a single thing had gone unchanged. his house was empty, mother was gone, and his sleepless nights were now dotted with intermittent life threatening encounters. of the fifth kind. the things that were ‘the same’ now dripped with a more potent venom. the abuse from his peers, the violent impulses. the more their knees pressed into his back the more he wanted to tear apart something beautiful with just his fingernails. maybe those had a correlation. maybe it was what made him a survivor in the world of gantz.
even still... he was just a 14 year old boy. scared, alone in the world, and angry. what was a hiccup and what was a call for his mama became indistinguishable.
but what he had in his bag was an equalizer. it’d bring the world down to his level. with ease.
hell, it could bring it even lower. he could be this world’s god.
what he needed was a human test subject. he’d seen what this thing could do to aliens---now it was time to see the real potential it had. obviously volunteers weren’t going to happen, and street cats were few and far between in the high traffic areas. no one who mattered could see him with this. it had to be someone the world would be better off without. someone who didn’t have any attachment to him.
wiping what he could away with the sleeve of his school jacket, nishi had steeled himself for fireworks. crime was an imperative. he’d find it. he just had to look in all the places common sense told him to avoid. dark, cramped allies. behind buildings he’d heard rumours of being yakuza fronts. maybe he’d find a drug dealer, or a street vandal, or maybe even... no, a serial killer would be too unbelievable. not in japan. nothing exciting like that happened in tokyo. just alien death games.
after hours of search and daylight burnt, the sound of tires skidding bald screeched from the radar of his y-gun, roughly 4 streets over. getting to the commotion via jumping rooftops was no issue with the power of his new suit. he’d slide down the fire escape under the cover of his invisibility forcefield, dropping to the pavement to assess the action from underneath a line of parked cars. the fear that gripped his heart was loosened with every beat, taken over by something newer. something older than society. something vile.
nishi bides his time.
i need............. to make edits to my muselist and who i’m musing atm and stuff but... i wrote something for the first time in a long time so that’s progress, i’m considering myself returned, and i’ll do all that other bullshit next time. for now, if you owe or want a starter just stop by and touch grass and we’ll figure it out.
USER LOGIN:@psychcdelica | yukizome chisa. RECEIVED MESSAGE FROM: zack foster.
a homicidal maniac isaac foster surely was, but killers are born and bred. human as their victims. water in a flask was as water in the ocean until tainted. soot and rot occupied the underside of his bandages where fingernails might have been under better circumstances. it hampered his ability to grasp the cereal bit by bit; a damp and unpleasant taste transferring into the porous loops and mingling with the so called ‘froot’ flavour. in he was hunger he was no more than a child, no different than he’d once been, a knee pulled to his chest as he picked through the bowl and stared into a shitty old crt with the volume cranked.
as far as he was concerned, this was his day off. he’d been newly welcomed as a floor guardian a month or two ago ( maybe? the days all blended. it could have been more than a year. ) and maintained his post with... integrity. no one had ever made it to floor two since he’d begun. killing was fun and all, but sometimes a homicidal maniac needed to unwind in other ways.
without looking away from the screen, zack’s hand extended to grapple with the bottle of coca-cola that should have been where he was reaching. under his palm was instead the familiar sensation of bone and flesh. “ha...?” his brow settling against his eyelids, he’d decided that maybe... just maybe... something strange was going on.
“hey, shit tits. when’d you fuckin’ pull up? you bring me anything? this cereal went stale a motherfucking century ago.” tossing the box against the wall with an explosion of colour and tropical fruity flavour, his unoccupied fingers inched toward his scythe side-down on the concrete. “come to think of it, and that ain’t somethin’ you’re gonna catch me doin’ often...”
ssscccccraaaaaaaaappppeeeeeeee. “jesus christ on a motorbike, you ain’t even cathy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“my goddamn stupid ass thought you worked here.” zack stood and rested the pole of his scythe against his trapezoid in the way that felt the most natural---a logical completion to his arm. “unless... did that ugly bitch finally croak? i’m so sick of h... eh, i guess that shit don’t matter much. what i should be sayin’ is am i s’posed to kill you?” pinkie in his nose, and not a sense of manners to be found. if she’d asked him he’d probably tell her it was her lucky day he was so out of it and unprepared. but it was more likely the unlucky one was him.
bro life comes at u fast.
i’d like to assure you that this blog is still very much considered active and regularly checked up on. 😩 ever since i took that blow to the head i feel like i’m constantly trying to climb up a hill of stuff i wanna / gotta do and more gets added every day. but where doin it bro where still makin this hapen
i just wanted to share this amazing comm i got of hank here from @4njuzeira 🥺💖
hey hey ! look over here !! since it seems to be the wave i’ve spend the last like 3… hours… designing and filling in an interest checker form !
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