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@rvnthiscity
ichiro yamada! ⁂
⁂ mc big bro of ikebukuro division!
⁂ do you know my brothers? my brothers jiro and saburo? oh let me tell you about them--
⁂ prior member of the dirty dawg
⁂ you better know his steelo
⁂ needs to actually confront his abandonment trauma but today’s not looking too good and tomorrow’s not lookin too likely either
⁂ anime and manga enthusiast
⁂ literally helps people for a living. give him a task it will be DONE
⁂ overall sweetheart
“Huh, usually we have some kind of a party at work and then I hang out with Doppochin and Sensei…I wonder what I should do for my birthday this year instead?”
"Shoot, happy birthday, Hifumi! Maybe treat yourself to a nice dinner or something?"
send me a symbol and i’ll answer...
🌕: does your muse remember their dreams?
🌑: does your muse have nightmares? if so, how often?
🌈: what your muse’s hopes and dreams?
🌏: does your muse like to travel?
🌃: does your muse prefer to live in rural areas, suburban areas, urban areas, or something else entirely?
🔮: does your muse believe in psychics?
👻: does your muse believe in ghosts? if so, have they ever seen one?
🍀: does your muse believe in luck or fate?
🌻: does your muse like the outdoors?
😍: what was your muse’s first love like?
🐰: has your muse ever had any pets?
☔: what does your muse do on a rainy day?
🍳: can your muse cook?
🍟: what’s your muse’s favourite comfort food?
🍩: does your muse have a sweet tooth?
🍰: can your muse bake?
🍸: does your muse drink alcohol?
🚬: does your muse smoke?
🃏: does your muse like to gamble?
♻️: does your muse recycle?
🚯: does your muse litter?
❌: is your muse a risk taker, or do they prefer to play it safe?
🤜: does your muse get into fights? if so, how often?
🔫: does your muse know how to use a gun?
🔥: how does your muse react to high levels of stress?
🛀: what does your muse do to relax?
📽️: does your muse like watching movies? if so, do they have a favourite?
📘: does your muse like to read? if so, what’s their favourite genre of literature?
🗣️: does your muse find it easy to talk to new people?
☀️: is your muse an optimist, a pessimist, or somewhere in between?
a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot / send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !
00. the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ? 01. the magician : how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03. the empress : does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04. the emperor : how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05. the hierophant : what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08. strength : how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10. the wheel of fortune : how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11. justice : does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12. the hanged man : how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14. temperance : does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15. the devil : is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16. the tower : what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17. the star : what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18. the moon : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19. the sun : in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20. judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21. the world : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?
rvnthiscity:
He pulled his hand back, slowly, as it was slapped away. Ichiro couldn’t say he didn’t expect that reaction, but for some reason he wished that it wasn’t the case.
He’d seen Kuko angry before– fuming, even. This was different. Ichiro couldn’t explain why.
“If you couldn’t tell, numbnuts, I’m doing one of those stupid Optimization things. If I had better things to do, I’d be doing ‘em.”
Ichiro rested the bat he carried on his shoulder, following Kuko with his eyes.
“Let’s make it quicker, alright? I’ll tag along with you.”
Ichiro said it more as a command than a suggestion. What could he say? Even though the guy in front of him hates his guts for some reason, he still cared about his wellbeing. Wouldn’t do to see him torn to shreds.
That’d impact him more than being a mere inconvenience, at the end of the day. He doesn’t want to see him hurt at all.
He turned his gaze from Kuko for a second. Another goddamn flash of red. Was it another one of the mist beasts? He couldn’t tell. It seemed too eye-catching to be a creature made of mist.
If it wasn’t that, then what was it?
“Yeah? Show me where I asked, asshole,” he was thankful his back was towards Ichiro as he spoke. The last thing he wanted was Ichiro to notice for even the tiniest second that Kuko grit his teeth or felt his composure waver for even the smallest second. He gripped his crowbar tight–what a pain in the ass. Even he had to admit that if he kept going into the woods on his own, he’d probably get eaten up and left to rot. Kuko may have been fast on his feet, but there was no way he’d be able to defend himself with his meager strength. “Fine, but just this once, got it? If you get in my way, I’ll kick your ass,” though he wouldn’t admit it, his tone was much softer than he had intended it to be. He tapped his crowbar against the ground. “I’m leading the way, so watch my back. If you see anything suspicious, yell. I’ll swing as hard as I can,” despite the fact that he definitely did NOT want to be alone with this traitor, this all felt so… natural? Why? He chose not to think too hard about it– especially when he heard rustling and something running towards them.
He took his place behind Kuko, continuing to scan the treeline for threats.
“Got it,” he said, his hands readjusting their grip on the bat.
He wouldn’t mention it, but he could sense that softness. At least they weren’t going to be at each other’s throats-- much better to work together than bark at each other.
It was quiet, eerily so. Until the rustling-- Ichiro turned his head immediately towards the source, holding his bat up to swing.
He saw the creature bound from the trees, a nasty-looking wolf-like beast.
“On your six!” Ichiro said, alerting Kuko before he took a swing at the mist creep. The bat collided, sending the beast off course, but not taking it off its feet.
“Shit,” he muttered, revving up to take another crack at it.
From behind Ichiro, he could hear the beast from earlier standing, making puffs of angered breaths as it stumbled up. Two of them, great.
They’d taken on more than this before. Granted, that was more in terms of people, and not creatures made of mist, but that was neither here nor there.
rvnthiscity:
Oh god. Oh fuck.
His knees threatened to buckle– threatened to fall next to Kuko, like they had always done for each other so long ago. He couldn’t bring himself to.
The passerby had either begun to walk faster, or spread out, putting space between themselves and the teens in front of them. An empty circle, denoted by crumbling cobbles and the line of shoes of spectators, encompassed the two.
Ichiro couldn’t bring himself to run, as much as he wanted to. The warning sirens in his brain refused to cease, just as his legs refused to move.
“Kuko…” was all his stupid brain could make him say, in an exasperated, worried, disbelieving way. His being hadn’t caught up with his mind in realizing what the actual fuck was occuring.
Finally, as it felt like a million years later, he realized Kuko was in pain.
Without thinking, he knelt down next to Kuko, offering him a hand.
“Dude, I’m sorry for bumping into you, but what the fuck is happening to you right now? Did you hit your head?”
He seemed to filter the bits about getting the hell away from him out, as his full focus was on making sure Kuko was okay.
Even after all this time, it still mattered. He still mattered. Shouldn’t Ichiro know better than this?
Why– even after all this time, what the hell was going ON–!? Although mild, the pain was still sharp enough to make his body shake uncontrollably. It’s just like back then– no matter how much he fought against what shrouded his mind and filled his brain with lies and deceit, he succumbed. It was a part of him that he hated more than anything. The fact that he dwelled on the past while working towards the future– it was annoying and weak, and the fact that Ichiro was a symbol of the past that Kuko was trying so desperately to move on from was even more annoying.
He grit his teeth as he tried to slap his hand away, but he ended up weakly hovering it over his palm for a moment. He was hardly in any position to reject any help, even if it was from the person he “hated” the most. “Fuck off,” he hissed, letting his hand fall on Ichiro’s. “Don’t fucking look down on me, traitor.”
It was a shock to feel Kuko’s hand on his. Ichiro didn’t really expect him to actually take it, he expected the swat that Kuko had been charging up hardly a second before. God, what was he? Some sort of schoolgirl with a dumb crush? He averted his eyes from Kuko’s, trying to do everything in his power to keep himself from freaking out over their hands. They did stuff like this a lot back then, helped each other up when the other was down. This wasn’t anything special.
Traitor. Where the hell did Kuko get that one? He’d argue, but now really didn’t seem like the time.
“Whatever, do you need to be taken to a doctor?”
He helped Kuko stand, pulling on his hand and holding onto the monk’s other arm to steady him. For a second, if Ichiro closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that they were 17-year-old punks again, and this was the aftermath of another successful fight.
But this wasn’t then. Those days were long gone. Things are different now, Ichiro knew, but his heart was having problems catching up with his head,
“I think I know where one is, around here. Unless you just need to sit down or something?”
i have to know what hifumi's taco bell vibes are even though he would never eat at a taco bell......
Hm...
This one was harder than he initially thought.
“Chicken Chalupa Supreme! With a side of cinnamon twists. And maybe a Starburst Strawberry slushy, if they’ve got ‘em.”
rvnthiscity:
He was tired, he was irritated, and most of all, he wanted his fucking mom’s ring back.
The bat he grabbed at the safe zone dragged through the dirt, making a hollow metallic thump when it scraped against the occasional rock. He definitely had read the “hard” difficulty rating next to this Mistwood quest, but he was somewhat doubting its ultimate difficulty. They were monsters made of mist. He felt like that was maybe a little easy to take a swing at, right?
It was almost too still, here. The air was dead, not even a slight breeze to indicate any sign of life. Maybe there was a crunch of leaves every once in a while, but Ichiro hardly flinched, other than shooting a glance in the same direction. Each time, he thought he saw a flash of red. Each time, there wasn’t anything there. He was getting kind of sick of this shit.
“SHIT!”
He wasn’t expecting that one.
Ichiro’s legs moved before his brain had the ability to catch up. He crashed through the brush, one arm up to shield his face from whipping twigs. He came through to a clearing, seeing a beast of mist tussling with someone.
He raised the bat up, bringing it down on the creature’s head with a shout. Despite what he expected, the bat collided, and didn’t pass through the beast.
“TAKE THAT, FUCKER!” He bellowed, giving the creature a swift kick to the side to get it off the poor sod it was attacking.
He had to blink twice once he saw aforementioned poor sod.
“Kuko?!” He knew they didn’t have the time to get in a spat, as they were already a bit in the midst of one with this creepy mist thingy, but it didn’t stop him. He offered him a hand, regardless. “Get up, man, what the fuck are you doing here?”
The mist creep made what Ichiro could only assume was a groan in pain. He kinda got him good.
Dammit, of all people–
As the beast was knocked to its side, Kuko snarled as he slapped Ichiro’s hand away and got up on his own, brushing off his pants. Luckily he didn’t sustain any bad injuries, but he would be lying if he said the impact of his back hitting the ground didn’t make him a little sore. He let out a growl as he reached towards his his crowbar, looking over at Ichiro and feeling a pain in his heart that he wished he couldn’t identify. Frustration, fury, loneliness– why did Ichiro have to play the hero even NOW? “Don’t tell me what to do, traitor!” he snarled as he took two steps back away from the other, his body practically shaking in anger. He grit his teeth as a familiar headache started to come on, but he chose to ignore it for now. It wasn’t unbearable this time. “I should be asking you THAT– don’t you have some better shit you could be doing, like finding your brothers or kicking someone else that’s down?” despite his venomous words, there was a tinge of insincerity that he prayed Ichiro (or himself) wouldn’t pick up on. There were pressing matters at hand.
“Whatever. I’m getting the hell out of here, with or without you, got it?”
He pulled his hand back, slowly, as it was slapped away. Ichiro couldn’t say he didn’t expect that reaction, but for some reason he wished that it wasn’t the case.
He’d seen Kuko angry before-- fuming, even. This was different. Ichiro couldn’t explain why.
“If you couldn’t tell, numbnuts, I’m doing one of those stupid Optimization things. If I had better things to do, I’d be doing ‘em.”
Ichiro rested the bat he carried on his shoulder, following Kuko with his eyes.
“Let’s make it quicker, alright? I’ll tag along with you.”
Ichiro said it more as a command than a suggestion. What could he say? Even though the guy in front of him hates his guts for some reason, he still cared about his wellbeing. Wouldn’t do to see him torn to shreds.
That’d impact him more than being a mere inconvenience, at the end of the day. He doesn’t want to see him hurt at all.
He turned his gaze from Kuko for a second. Another goddamn flash of red. Was it another one of the mist beasts? He couldn’t tell. It seemed too eye-catching to be a creature made of mist.
If it wasn’t that, then what was it?
send me your muse’s name and my muse will guess their taco bell order
it’s based entirely on the vibes
buriedrequiem:
It’s okay, Yeah-yeah. He can believe it when it comes from someone he trusts so much, who he knows would do anything for him. Saburo knows he should let go- he’s older now, he’s stronger, he doesn’t need to hold unto his older brother like this. Yet it’s comforting, and from Ichiro - it’s not something he has many memories off. There’s time to be caught up on so it’s…alright. Besides, he can’t deny that this?
Feels nice.
“It’s not your fault.” Comes out of his mouth immediately after the other apologizes. Ichiro hasn’t done anything wrong here - why would he apologize? He’s someone who can stand on his own so easily, who’s respected and admired and everything Saburo isn’t. “I missed you.” It hasn’t been long, but being without either of his brothers sets his nerves on end, a constant state of search he hasn’t felt in years. He was able to finish what he meant to say moments ago and that’s enough…He tries to slow his breathing, though he still hiccups and his hands bundled in Ichiro’s shirt as though he’ll disappear once Saburo lets go.
He doesn’t want that.
“I missed you too, bud.”
He didn’t know how long had passed here, or if there was a difference between how time moved here versus back home in Ikebukuro. How long was he gone? A day? A week? A year? Regardless, the thought mortified him. Any amount of time spent without his brothers, not knowing where he is, or when he’ll be back, scared the shit out of him.
Maybe it was from being on their own at such a young age that made Ichiro deathly afraid of losing them.
Granted, didn’t he kind of make it that way? Wasn’t it him who took them and ran?
He rubbed calming circles into his youngest brothers back, soothing him from his hiccupping breaths.
“Where have you been housed?” he asked after a moment, pulling away slightly, but remaining close regardless. He wouldn’t let go until Saburo was ready to.
As much as Saburo needed it, Ichiro did too.
@rvnthiscity – Event start!
The forest is just as dark and dense as Kuko expected. He wandered into the forest that barely allowed him to see his nose in front of his face, hands behind the back of his neck. A cowardly man would have ran away as soon as the sound of cracking leaves echoed, but not Kuko, the monk who stared danger in the face and dived into Hell head first, staring at the lurking demons that threatened to tear him apart. Though, in hindsight, having his main weapon taken from him definitely took away his power a lot more than he expected. He had a crowbar on him, but even that was barely enough to help defend himself– “SHIT!” he yelled out as a shapeless creature lunged at him, cold as the dew that stained his jacket as he fell onto his back. The creature bit down on the crowbar, baring its fangs and practically drooling on his face. Kuko grit his teeth, trying to fight the creature with all of his strength. “GET– THE HELL OFF OF ME!”
He was tired, he was irritated, and most of all, he wanted his fucking mom’s ring back.
The bat he grabbed at the safe zone dragged through the dirt, making a hollow metallic thump when it scraped against the occasional rock. He definitely had read the “hard” difficulty rating next to this Mistwood quest, but he was somewhat doubting its ultimate difficulty. They were monsters made of mist. He felt like that was maybe a little easy to take a swing at, right?
It was almost too still, here. The air was dead, not even a slight breeze to indicate any sign of life. Maybe there was a crunch of leaves every once in a while, but Ichiro hardly flinched, other than shooting a glance in the same direction. Each time, he thought he saw a flash of red. Each time, there wasn’t anything there. He was getting kind of sick of this shit.
“SHIT!”
He wasn’t expecting that one.
Ichiro’s legs moved before his brain had the ability to catch up. He crashed through the brush, one arm up to shield his face from whipping twigs. He came through to a clearing, seeing a beast of mist tussling with someone.
He raised the bat up, bringing it down on the creature’s head with a shout. Despite what he expected, the bat collided, and didn’t pass through the beast.
“TAKE THAT, FUCKER!” He bellowed, giving the creature a swift kick to the side to get it off the poor sod it was attacking.
He had to blink twice once he saw aforementioned poor sod.
“Kuko?!” He knew they didn’t have the time to get in a spat, as they were already a bit in the midst of one with this creepy mist thingy, but it didn’t stop him. He offered him a hand, regardless. “Get up, man, what the fuck are you doing here?”
The mist creep made what Ichiro could only assume was a groan in pain. He kinda got him good.
explosyd:
She leans over to look at the list on the terminal, just to refresh herself on it. She’s only done two quests so far… maybe she’ll call it quits after this third one, because she’s getting pretty tired! “Let’s see.. me and Sasara did the Traveling Salesmuse Problem this morning, and then a few hours ago, Atom and I did the databugs one. That’s all. Kinda fun, though.”
“I’m kinda concerned about that ‘invasion’ stuff they mentioned happening a while back, but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She shrugs. “Any quests you’re eyeing?”
He looked over at the terminal as well, scanning the list and descriptions, scrolling down as needed. They all seemed super weird. What kind of data could be collected from these, anyway? The fighting ones made sense, but jumping off a tall area? Playing rigged rock paper scissors? What the fuck do you gather from that?
He was so busy trying to discern what usable information could be found by literally finding a needle in a haystack, that he almost missed the familiar name that Sydney said.
“Wait, hang on. Sasara? Like, Sasara Nurude? ‘Bout this tall, funnyman, wears too much houndstooth?” He held a hand a few inches below the top of his head. “If so, I totally know that guy, and I am eternally fuckin’ surprised I have not seen his weird ass around here yet. Is he your roommate?”
Weird. So he and his brothers (and Hifumi) weren’t the only ones here. That’s a bit concerning. For the first time in what felt like weeks, he thought about the DRB. What was Dotsuitare Hompo gonna do without Sasara?
Granted...there weren’t any Buster Bros either. Can’t really have a match with one of the teams missing. Would be an automatic win for the other...as much as Ichiro hated to admit it.
Dumbass deadbeat dad, getting an automatic win because of some otherworldly bullshit. It fanned his irritability like a bellow to a flame.
send me your muse’s name and my muse will guess their taco bell order
it’s based entirely on the vibes
Dice at a Taco Bell what will he order
“Hm...the Taco and Burrito Cravings Pack. All for yourself.”
“No judgement here, we’ve all gotten a party pack for ourselves at some point or another.”
SYDNEY
“Crunchwrap supreme with extra cheese. Also a large Baja blast freeze.”
He seems very confident in that answer.
send me your muse’s name and my muse will guess their taco bell order
it’s based entirely on the vibes
dragonmic:
you better choose your next steps wisely, ichiro yamada, if you’re going to sneak up behind the dragon who is absolutely none the wiser.
For how tactical and level-headed Ichiro can be, he can also be incredibly stupid.
Like right now.
He begins to creep up...closer...closer...
“BOO!”
“Gotcha!”
