#sharpsuite

[almosassassination]

fanart for @sharpsuite and their fic :) app ; clip studio paint brush(es) ; textured pen literally spent like 40 min trying to get chishiya's face right omg

[feilien]

what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it? ; what genre do you primarily favour? ; how did you come across the roleplay community? ; what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching? ( OR alternatively what are your favorite things / have you gained any new passions from this? )

{♚ x 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌. - @sharpsuite x}

what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it? So, bear with me here. The first time around I made Matt back in 2014 I had the URL erebxs, which, y'know, stands for erebos/erebus. Who, in Greek mythology, is the personification of darkness. Although Matt's changed quite a lot over the years, his core elements have not (preferring stealth, knives, attacking from the shadows etc.) and it felt like a pretty apt URL at the time. Anyway, I deleted the blog a long time ago and by the time I brought him back in 2023, someone else had taken the URL. Fortunately, I also grew a bit smarter and was like 'y'know... having a Greek reference for a Chinese character doesn't really make sense'. So I started digging around in Chinese mythology instead. I was debating on if I wanted to go with something dragon based (for obvious reasons), but in basically every verse where there's powers present of some sort, he always has something wind based in some shape or form. I ended up coming across the wind deity Feilian, and yeah. That was it. The perfect URL lmao. Coincidentally it's also his favorite childhood story for some weird reason.

what genre do you primarily favour? Answered here

how did you come across the roleplay community? I... If I remember correctly I think my friend back then introduced me to rp on tumblr? There used to be this German site called Animexx that had an entire subsection dedicated to RP where we used to write, and then she was just like 'hey, check this out' and, yeah. I've been stuck here ever since lmao.

what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching? ( OR alternatively what are your favorite things / have you gained any new passions from this? ) Oh boy. So much. I'm someone who grows very hyperfocused, so if I pick up a muse, I pick up everything. When I picked up Athos from The Musketeers I did a deep dive on French history around that time period (and, bc I'm a nerd, I also really wanted to make his shoulder pauldron for a renaissance faire, so I learned how to work with leather just for that) For Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders, I learned so much about WWI, and especially the tunnelers. Also a lot about horses lmao For Matt... I've went to SF with @huyaoxiaozi several times and have definitely gone around with the lens of 'this would definitely happen here, and this would happen here' lmao. We've also went to several museums centered around Chinese history set specifically within SF, or California as a whole. I think I also have, like, two or three books revolving around history there specifically, as well as books revolving around triads in general. Also Chinese mythology books and whatnot. I know it's not a replacement for actual lived culture buuut. I am trying my best aksdj

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: starter call ! CONCERNING: shuntaro chishiya

she's 24 when she falls to her near death. it's almost a miracle that she lives at all, stumbling through a CITY ON FIRE to try to find herself a space in which she could really leave here. the scars will persist, she can tell already by the way they bleed out around the bandages, and while she takes her surfing lesson atop the package wesker is so keen on receiving well, it does nothing to help with the injuries she's sustained, her head spinning sick as she made her exit with as much dignity as she could muster. she had her own personal back door doctor that she wanted to see - to say that she was feeling less than trustful about wesker's own medical staff was an understatement after all she'd endured, and his own willingness to leave her behind in the moment.

shuntaro chishiya. an interesting man, he never pried, and she never cared to do the same. it worked. it was simple. and he appreciated the cash she'd exchange for a slice of silence. they'd worked together since her time before making her novel transition to this new career, before the FBI had found her old name and was looking to ARREST HER for crimes tied to the particularly effective means with which she dispatched problematic people for the gang she worked for. things were simpler, before she saw the truth of the world, and what B.O.W.S could do to sway the axis of power within it. she'd thought her time in school had showed her the limitations of science, and found herself humbled. perhaps she ought to have been more grateful that someone of shuntaro's talent hadn't instead gone into research within umbrella, like so many others. because right now... she felt ripped apart enough.

she didn't need another SCIENTIST mining for gold within her body.

the arrangements were made on the way, with haste, her fieldwork surgery only ever meant to hold up for so long. the knock is timed, the breath she held let go when his familiar, if not apathetic expression appeared on the other end of it. she simply shouldered past him to take a seat, heavy, tearing away at the compression clothing she wore to expose the wound at her thigh piercing through, and the other through her midriff. both ANGRILY RED and stitched together the best she was capable of, her eyes closing, head back. there's no need to say don't ask - his curiosity was a dead thing, and frankly, he probably wouldn't believe her if she said she'd seen the dead rise within raccoon city. so far as the public was aware? the bombing had been done at the behest of the US government in response to some kind of leak. "how much?" she asked, her eyes closed.

★— ATTN: @sharpsuite

[hisinfinities]

“Well… we’re definitely not getting out until morning.” ( Chishiya )

Winter Activities | Not Accepting | @sharpsuite

Tonight they find themselves at the University of Tokyo's General Library in Bunkyo. It's a crowd of nearly two dozen players at the start of the moderate difficulty diamonds game ('Players must use the library's resources to solve a series of questions, riddles, and other puzzles within the time limit'), a mix of those from the Beach and not. They succeed with little time to spare, roughly half the players remaining after the rest received lasers through the head for giving incorrect answers.

Among the survivors are Gojo and Chishiya, the former at the head of the group as they make their way to exit. "My brain is fried, I don't want to see another book for at least a week." Once everyone's coats and gloves are on, he goes to push one of the doors open— and he's met with resistance. Another push and it opens a little, only for him to be greeted with a strong gust and rush of snowflakes swirling in from darkness outside. It's then that his eyes trail down he notices it: the at least twelve centimeters of snow piled up against the door.

They're snowed in.

"Well… we’re definitely not getting out until morning."

Gojo looks over to Chishiya approaching on his left, from where he'd previously been trailing behind at the back of the group. "Deduce that all by yourself? Your wits truly have no bounds." He closes the door to keep any more cold air from blowing in. "For real, you ever see snow accumulate this fast? And it's still coming down." It'd been cold and cloudy, but there hadn't been a single snowflake in the sky when they first arrived at the game venue.

Someone mentions that at least they'll be warm in the library— only for the power to immediately shut off around them with comedic timing, and any heating system going down with it. Concerned murmurs arise from the group; they should've seen it coming, venues always go dark after a game, but Gojo still finds himself chuckling at the absurdness of the situation. A few of them pull small flashlights from their coat pockets, and he reaches into his own to do the same.

Switching it on, he positions it under his chin, casting equal amounts light and shadow across his face like he's about to tell a spooky campfire story. "Oooh, it's going to get scary in here." He turns more directly to Chishiya. "Right?"

It seems to garner no response from the guy.

Gojo sighs and lowers the flashlight.

A discussion within the group follows, where it's agreed they're better off staying the night than attempting to leave; even if they make the walk to the vehicles, there's too much of a risk of getting stuck and stranded before making it back. That would also mean leaving behind those that aren't from the Beach, unless they brought them all back with them. Enough people died that there'd be enough room in the cars.

"Oi, you two." As talks shift to what they should do next, he looks to two of the Beach members with flashlights. "Go search around, there's gotta be an office or supply closet somewhere with shovels or something. Just grab anything useful, will ya?" They hesitantly nod and agree, and run off. Gojo tilts his head towards Chishiya, voice lower. "I really want to send a couple of them out there to grab what we have out of the cars so we can dig our way out of here tomorrow if we have to, but I'm not sure they'd make it back. I have food in there..." he adds on with a pout, though he realizes hunger does have the possibility to became a real issue here.

"So, what are you going to do?" He asks as the crowd starts to disperse. "Creep in the shadows like you usually do? I saw a vending machine with drinks in the lounge, might see if I can find a way to get it open, I'm parched... Hey, think you could do it? You look like the kind of guy who would know how to break into a vending a machine." He flashes Chishiya a grin. "What do you say? Or I could just throw a chair at it."

[stringswoven]

The alert vibration buzzes loudly against the vinyl planks bedroom flooring, jolting Kuina awake so hard she gasps, glaring over at her phone. If it wasn't for her double notification she's set up she would’ve ignored it, rolling over and going back to sleep. But the lingering thought What if it's mom? rouses her from doing so, lazily reaching over to grab her phone, refusing to move out from under her covers. A bright display makes her wince, squinting to carefully turn it down. Time: 1:05 A.M. And sleep makes Kuina slow to process the text she's reading. From... @sharpsuite?

[ 📱ChishiNYA~ ₍^. .^₎⟆ ] : What would you do if I texted “I’m  outside” and actually was?

She accidentally falls out of bed, having leaned so far forward to read the text again in surprise she’d yanked the charging cord ridiculously short from its outlet trying to see her phone more clearly. Cussing and annoyed, Kuina sends back

[ 📲 ChishiNYA~ ₍^. .^₎⟆ ] : Is this a riddle? I’d go back to sleep since that's what I WAS doing before my beauty sleep got interrupted. Being all responsible cause I have an early morning job interview!

Leaving out the part that she'd only just fallen asleep, Kuina does consider his text. There's a possibility yes, Chishiya’s actually outside. Lurking. Staring at her window from a corner or maybe a roof somewhere (not that she can afford to be any higher than the first floor), and there’s a possibility he isn't, texting her at this time because he wants to mess with her. Her mind ping pongs both potentials.

[ 📲 ChishiNYA~ ₍^. .^₎⟆ ] : Maybe I’d come out and meet you for old times sake.

Whether or not she’d throttle him for waking her up he’d have to find out. If he was really outside. It’s frustrating to be aware she kinda wishes it were true. Sure was easier back in Borderland.

[goldenfists]

200 random dialogue prompts // not accepting ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ (for ptn chishiya, he's just joking tho, probably after waking up at an ungodly hour to help to answer a call or something)

his shoulders were broad enough to cast shade over three cots, shirt sleeves shoved up to let the sun cure wounds not healed, knuckles nicked and scrubbed clean. he was honest about the ache and dishonest about the limp: the former lived behind his smirk, whilst the latter had been taught better manners. he leaned against a column, handing over bandage rolls whenever he was asked to. his own group ghosted around him ⸻ one member was cooking, one setting bowls, one picking glass out of a boot sole with tweezers and patience. the others [ ... ] well, the others were receiving aid after a confrontation that did not go too well.

there was something about the way his lineaments brightened at the commentary: something that reminded one of an excited child ready to have fun with a new toy. ❝ pick the place, kitten. ❞ his tone was soft, but with a subtle dry scrape of a bully. ❝ all good for me... for as long as they got chairs that don't cry when i sit. ❞ he then tipped his head towards the member who was preparing something to eat. ❝ as for now, you can have a soup first or noodles. we ain't the best cooks here... but you deserve that and more for waking up at unforgivable hours. ❞

[alreadybrcken]

{♛ @sharpsuite x}

 Tommy wasn't entirely sure just how exactly his target had managed to outsmart him. He had been careful, kept his distance and made sure his target didn't realize he was being surveyed. Not once had there been an indication that he realized Tommy was nearby. And yet, somehow, he'd been ready. The moment Tommy approached—because executing them from a distance wasn't an option; he wanted to see the life leave their eyes—he'd had a knife drawn. The first stab hit, right in his stomach and there was nothing he could've done about it.

 The second one, however, Tommy was ready for and managed to evade. Although he wasn't happy about it, Tommy opted to forego his usual spiel to make sure they knew why he was here, and instead raised his gun to put a bullet between his target's eyes. It was quiet, silenced, and though he usually left them right where they were for others to find, he knew it wasn't a risk he could take this time. Not with his blood covering the scene. So he dragged the body to a nearby river, and made it disappear in the dark of the night. With the river carrying it away from the scene of the crime and washing away most other possible evidence, he knew he'd bought himself enough time to disappear and leave the country before anyone was any the wiser.

 First, however, he needed someone to take care of the injury, or else there may just be questions he wasn't willing to answer. Fortunately, he always did his research beforehand in case exactly something like this happened. He'd never needed it before, but there was always a first time, wasn't there? 

  Shuntaro Chishiya was his name; a doctor that wasn't above serving folks like him and, most importantly, without asking questions. Unsurprisingly, the place was far off the beaten path, and a bitch to find for someone like Tommy who was wholly unfamiliar with this city ( and perhaps slightly lightheaded from the loss of blood by now ). Still, between his phone and natural ability to find his way, he finally managed to find the place and, after comparing the address and building one more time, finally rang the doorbell.

[soulmissed]

@sharpsuite for 🎃 season

the boy fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling them toward his fingers. (chestnut eyes flank to window. colorful trees.)

smiling softly, he nods at changing foliage. “ i love autumn so much. what do you love most about the season? ”