Expand Your Horizons

Indie Multimuse TWEWY OC RP blog. Multiverse, crossover, and OC friendly. OCs primarily based in Shinjuku. Tracked Tag: shinjukumusetriad

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Popping on long enough to disable the ability to blaze content, this blog and all blogs attached to it are pretty much defunct at this point.

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777sin‌:

777 could feel the different vibe as the stranger entered WildKat (it was one of very few times it was actually open, and damn if he couldn’t resist getting himself an iced chai latte for the hot day!)

He looked up from his phone as the other person pulled up beside him to sit down at the counter, and he couldn’t help but stare for a while. There was definitely a strong vibe from this dude, but he definitely wasn’t from Shibuya in the slightest. It was practically a dog recognizing a stranger in its house and rising it’s hackles up in defense. 777 knew he’s never seen this guy before, no one with a vibe that strong was

“Yo, ya from ‘ere?”

Haku wasn’t paying any attention to his vibe, let alone his surroundings. He hadn’t even noticed that there was a Reaper already there when he sat down. He was just shy of jumping when the other spoke. Hn. A Shibuyan local, he could feel it, hear it. A soul of a guitar shredding away on a solo with heavy bass in the background... if he didn’t tune out the sound of the souls around him before he got his coffee, he was going to end up with a headache.

“I’m from Shinjuku. Not much of a walk north from here.” Basically next door. 

He must look like a mess right now, rings under his eyes, his hair hadn’t been properly styled in days. He didn’t look anything close to what someone of his rank probably should.

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@777sin

Ugh, he feels like garbage... at least Shibuya’s Composer doesn’t get uppity when he pokes his nose into the city to grab a coffee. Can you really blame him? Shibuya’s got way better coffee shops than Shinjuku does.

Man... what a week. He needs a break.

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Not gone, just... needs more coffee.

[bangbang-dear]

reblog if you like Mexican Dog OR you’re secretly a demigod presiding over a ward of Tokyo

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There’s an angel awake who could probably use a stiff drink. Her current assignment is giving her a headache.

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Indie post-series (primarily) Ahiru/Duck RP blog from Princess Tutu.

8+ years writing experience, 3+ on tumblr

Mutuals only, SFW, crossover, AU, and OC friendly

Tentatively multiverse multiship

Uses 100x100 icons

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Like/reblog this if you’d be willing to interact with a post series (anime, not manga) duck form Ahiru/Duck from Princess Tutu.

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How would a dead person go about getting a motorcycle?

“Well, private sales are the best way to do it. Assumed identities for title transfer. I know a few people. Generally so long as you don’t put the title in your real name, there’s not really much you have to worry about.”

Sure, that took some logistics and, occasionally, a faked driver’s licence, and it wasn’t cheap, but it was do-able. It was generally why Reapers stuck to walking, flying, and public transportation, though.

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feellikeawinner:

His knee is scraped to shit, but that was totally worth it. He’s only grinning at the threat and the thought of being chased has his heart thrumming with excitement. Because if he’s being chased, he’s actually worth something.

Maybe it’s going a bit too far, but he takes out his own can of paint and points it directly at Senya’s shoulder blades. The only warning she gets before his shoulders have wings painted on them is Yoyo giggling like a smug maniac as he starts spraying.

Afterward survival kicks in and he rolls off, skating as fast as he can towards one of the Garage exits as soon as he’s back on his feet. 99th Street just happens to be the direction he ends up going and that means he can grind on the rail in the center of the highway leading to it. Though he’s slowed down a little by the sting of his scraped knee.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Senya knew no GG would ever do something entirely potentially lethal to another GG (she’d seen them interact, they were a bunch of kids, out of control, seeking freedom...and being pretty stupid sometimes in he process), she’d swear that Yoyo had some kind of death wish.

Instead the kid takes off running. She can smell the paint but until she takes off that sweater vest thing (she really needed new threads) she won’t know the design. For the time being, Senya picks herself up and skates after Yoyo. She’s still not nearly as good as he is, and if it wasn’t for the fact the UG wasn’t up properly yet, she’d have cheated and teleported in front of him.

She barely manages to keep up. She doesn’t like the look of those railings, magnetic skates or not. Wiping out’s gonna hurt but Yoyo isn’t getting away quite that easily. Senya grits her teeth and skates on, legs wobbling as she grinds along the rail after Yoyo. If she can do this without wiping out and having to feign narrowly avoiding being part of a traffic accident if she wipes on a highway of all things, Yoyo’s the one hunting down dinner tonight. At minimum after she tags that stupid face of his.

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feellikeawinner:

“Hey we are awesome 5 year olds that rule the streets and outskate danger when we aren’t arguing over naming a Metapod PENIS or DADDY! I still think Nidoking should be named DADDY!”

The last bit is yelled up the stairs. There’s laughter and Cube flips him off and says too late, they’ve named the Metapod DADDY. Gross. Yoyo is half certain she named the wrong thing DADDY because she’s still sore about him tagging up Poison Jam.

There’s an opportunity with Senya wobbling like that. He’s grinning and skating off a bit to find a rail to grind on. Everyone up on the higher platform is too busy and he’s feeling the itch to be the center of someone’s attention. And he’s going to get it the only way he knows how.

Inhale, exhale, dash at the rail, grind…

Leap in the air and latch onto Senya’s back with the intent to make her lose her balance so they end up falling in a pile.

Senya sighs. Children. Children without parents too. Though... she could understand not wanting to deal with parents completely, but there was a reason that having someone around to know when to... say, eat an actual meal and know not to eat a mouse pad was valuable in the long run.

She’d be fine with ignoring Yoyo now that she’s fairly certain his pride might be bruised more than his butt, but that doesn’t work when she gets tackled. It takes a lot of focus to not reflexively use her powers to stop her from getting a face full of cement but... well, down she goes, scraping up her hands and knees again as she all but faceplaints. She’s really gotta get some knee pads and gloves, this is getting annoying.

“...You’ve got five seconds before I spray you twelve different colors. Start running.” Said threat is slightly muffled by the ground, but it’s still gonna be valid. She’s coming after him with spray paint and he better hope his skills keep him ahead of her.

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flashback for Haku~

Send ‘Flashback’to see one of my muse’s old memories

Dear god did he feel like shit. Everything hurt. He wasn’t sure if it was a flare or a the hangover. Maybe even both. No way was he getting up to do anything today. He couldn’t even remember falling asleep. What… had even happened last night?

“Morning, beautiful.”

Haku groaned and rolled over. His roommate was, occasionally, a bit insufferable, tentative boyfriend status or not.

“How the heck did I let you talk me into drinking that much?”

“You’re the one that kept asking the bartender for drinks. ‘Sex on the sofa?’ Really? She shot you down like a rock, man.”

Haku groaned again. “It’s vodka, peach schnapps, and orange juice. Don’t tell me I ordered a-”

“An alien one. They didn’t have midori sour. You complained so much the bartender cut you off and made me drag your sorry ass home.”

“Ugh. Do me a favor and never let me drink again.”

“You asked the guy at the next bar down for a sex in the driveway.”

There was a muffled uttering of ‘it’s peach and curacao’ as Haku buried his face in a pillow. Shinjuku’s nightlife was a godsend for a place to go when sun set off his flares… but apparently he needed to reign in on the innuendo drinks.

“You walked into about four door frames last night too, by the way."

Well that would explain the general misery beyond the hangover. Less drinking. For sure.

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feellikeawinner:

“Yo, it’s Beat’s fault. He’s got everyone calling our Pidgey PECKER instead of COCK. COCK is way better.” Granted Combo is the one that caught the bird, so it’s more Combo’s fault than Beat. But Beat is the one that stole the game so Yoyo is blaming Beat.

Though after rubbing his sore tail bone he laughs. “Geez, Senya, you’re such a mom! Yo, you’re lucky you’re our age and an awesome tagger, a lot of us ran away to get away from our stupid moms. Not that it upsets me, I ain’t got mom issues.” Not like that anyway. He’s grinning like an idiot, so it’s pretty doubtful he’s talking about someone in particular.

Yeah she’s not even going to grace that argument with a response. Every single apparent nickname they’ve picked for that game they’ve been playing has been utterly juvenile. (She’d overheard the argument about nicknaming something that learned ‘harden’ or whatever it was. She’d zoned out after that one.)

“You’re both idiots.” ‘Mom.’ Well, technically speaking she was definitely old enough to be that, but she couldn’t just tell anyone that. It would blow her cover out of the water. “And someone has to make sure none of you do anything too stupid.” She snorted. “Not my fault you all act live 5 year olds half the time.”

Children, honestly. She was going to keep these idiots alive, and the compliment was noted, but that didn’t mean she had to tolerate them all being absolute children at times. For now she’s just going to cross her arms and frown at him and pretend like her ankles aren’t still wobbling a little because of her skates.

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feellikeawinner:

There is much yelling and arguing over how to battle with ‘BUTTS’. As well as horrible innuendo and things that can be taken the wrong way out of context.

Really it’s typical teen behavior and all fun and games before a shove goes a bit too far and Yoyo’s tumbling down the stairs. No serious injuries, just a bruised bum and childish insults when Beat laughs.

She’d say she doesn’t get paid enough for this, but she brought this on herself. And she definitely makes enough money to cover all of this. That doesn’t mean it always feels like it, though. With a sign, Senya carefully skates over to Yoyo (the stairs give her a little trouble, all her yen for the ability to use her wings right about now) to haul the Rudie to his feet.

“Arguments away from the stairs next time. And grow up, I’m not calling an ambulance if you do something dumb.” And even then she’s not leaking their location to anyone. But still. 

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Send ‘Flashback’to see one of my muse’s old memories

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feellikeawinner:

Someone stole a GameBoy and Pokemon Yellow from a game shop.

Needless to say the entire gang seems to be reenacting Twitch Plays Pokemon.

...Yeah no she’s not touching that one. She has no idea what’s going on with that whole... game thing. She’s just going to practice skating around and not running into things or falling over.

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"