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M!A: Humans is on! Everyone is human for a certain amount of time.
Interact with this post if you want a starter, feel free to specify muse. Now I'll tag people.
@human-monokuma @morals-and-florals @ask-ultimate-personas @ask-timid-makoto-naegi
Yin/Yang Starter Call
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Like this to interact with either one or both of the two sides from this M!A. Please specify in comments what you’d like. If not I’ll just randomly throw one at you.
Yin - Represents the worst details of Dan’s personality and traits.
Yang - Represents the best of them.
Regardless of which one, its still the same character with the same goals and beliefs, they will just have opposing methods as to how they approach them and thus how they will interact with you.
👶 for 5 asks
*Suddendly Minty stares at her phone for an instant and drops to the ground. A huge puff off glitter engulfing her completely, making her undistinguishable from it.
Once she came back into view, she was different: small little hands made their way up to the shiny phone from the now big pink hoodie and proceeded to randomly tap at the screen, sending only keysmashes.*
Just wing it. (M!A starter)
Damien stood awkwardly, where he thought he was alone in a park, with his new wings outstretched. He looked around, hoping to god that no one would see him. He was going to try and see if the new wings would let him fly, and knowing how people act, he feared what they would do upon seeing a flying person.
Damien turned his head to look at them, and give a little flap. God, he couldn't get over how cool it was. Even if it was weird. It was then he noticed, someone coming down the path. “Oh fuck” he said.
Quickly, he started running with his wings flapping, hoping to take off before the person could see him. He was able to get a few feet off the ground, but not being used to it, or knowing how, Damien panicked and fell back down.
Torture comes in many forms||Closed RP
@stylish-alastor
He cringed as he looked at the neon sign that read the Devil May Cry, why he was here he did not know. Perhaps it was because he had no choice in the matter; since he knew these grey faced demons were quite powerful when it came to their abilities and forced him to spend time with his so called family. He was also told that he could not do anything to them which made him feel even more uncomfortable. He mentally sighed as he got closer to the door now, dreading this already as he heard the sounds of several children playing and other conversations that went on in the building. “I have a huge feeling I am going to regret this.” He thought to himself as he hesitantly went up each step until he finally reached the door.
Typheus knocked on the door, he was expecting both if not one of them to attack him somehow. He was told he could not do anything evil for one week and had to be near them but they did not say anything about not defending himself.
The Blinded Heart M!A|Open Starter
Crowley strolled down the street with the same cheerful smile he’d worn since the uncontrollable feeling of happiness had overcome him. He just couldn’t stop smiling, even if he tried. His entire court was baffled and extremely unnerved by the sudden change in their boss’s attitude. They just didn’t know how to deal with it. Everyone Crowley spoke to, including his minions was met with the warmest of smiles and kindest of words.He had a whole air of positivity about him, and the most unusual thing about it was that it was completely genuine. Nobody knew how it happened or even why, and nobody could decide if it was an improvement. The only question was, would it last long enough for them to figure it out?
Just A Little on The Small Side: Open RP
(M!A: Aster is trapped to his six year old self till Feb 26th) The little Nov sat, a bit lost, in the middle of nowhere. Not too in sight of much of anything. It had been a long time since he could see, and this place was just unfamiliar to his now big denim blue eyes. His nose was no help with being distracted by the scents of potential meals, that his little self unfortunately couldn't catch. Too small and a bit on the starved side, the most he could get was minnows and maybe an already hunted prey. He huffed, wanting to cuss so much that even sailors would be appalled. But lisping and his accent, as well as the never learning much in the way of any language but Norwegian at the Nov age of six. And not even that much of it, kind of deterred him from even bothering. He just thought those offensive words. Aster stared down at his faun-ish dragon-y legs, the thick creamy white fur and pale cloud grey scales of his paws. It made him cross his thin but pudgy arms, and lash his long fluffy tail. Pouting with his little ears flicked back, growling to himself. He wasn't too pleased to be stuck being this small and fragile, lacking the poisonous and acidic nature of his blood.
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