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─────── 禍福はあざなえる縄の如し . . . 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚.

an independent, selective, somewhat private 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 original character, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐊 . movie based, mostly post-movie.

penned by pri:am ✦ 38+ ✦ asean ✦ gmt (london) ✦ a sideblog of @tooth--ache ; will follow from there! Low activity

⤷ i don't follow back roleplay blogs that utilise wide spacings, heavy use of mixed font types and gradients, and/or heavy long dashes between words.

rules and regs still WIP. DEAD DOVE CONTENT. NO MINORS. govern yourself accordingly.

Art credit : Ciconia boyciana by Eriko Kobayashi

#indie rp #bullet train rp #pinned post ⋆

alenagerashchenko

FUJIYOSHIDA, JAPAN

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prinz-myshkin

Crane and Koi

loosely inspired by this cool drawing

https://night-the-starfish.tumblr.com/post/813146695927037953/hunter-and-prey-markers-on-paper

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iamjapanese

Shuki Okamoto（岡本秋暉 Japanese, 1807-1872）

Auspicious Symbols: Crane, Rising Sun and Peach

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nemfrog

Morning face. 1916. Cover detail.

Internet Archive

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fuckyeahjapanandkorea

Ginza, Tokyo subway entrance. Japan Ad inferos by CiccioNutella

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iamjapanese

Jakuchu Ito（伊藤若冲 Japanese, 1716-1800）

Cranes

Ink on paper

flickr

Heron in the Water Artist Unknown 1906, Japan

Color lithograph; ink and metallic pigment on card stock

Leonard A. Lauder Collection of Japanese Postcards

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ikana-graveyard

いちご電車 • 6.22.2024

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ploytofino

🍋🍊━━━a few more days. Where? In a fortress overlooking the calm waters that are sometimes rogue, sometimes unpredictable, and sometimes gentle. Onofrio considers the mandarin sitting before him. A chill pepper worries over the back of his neck, nipping at his spine. As he takes the citrus and begins to peel it, he listens to Nakajima with careful consideration. He doesn't notice when his thumb drives into the fruit too roughly, breaking its tender innards. The fruit's cool juice spreads over his knuckle, and the consigliere pauses briefly to look down, albeit belatedly, that the fruit's side has burst. With a silent inhale, the consigliere takes a moment to quickly lick his finger while prying the fruit in half. The removed skin ends up being in bits instead of a continuous peel. A shame, thinks Onofrio as he reconnects to the conversation.

"You've picked a good location." The consigliere comments. He notices the negative dip in adjectives. It is an invitation to pry, and his curiosity encourages him to work his way into the stranger's graces, not only because his eloquence is impressive, or that he is a host, but the consigliere has to confirm that when he sleeps tonight, he will not be stabbed to death. Pausing, Onofrio tastes the fruit, taking his time to savor the flavor in his memory and find a comparable one. He nods a few times to emphasize his compliment and gratitude.

He laughs along. "You used to look like an Italian man with a broken nose? Signore, per favore, don't sell yourself short." The consigliere chuckles. "I am ashamed to show up with bruises on my face and make a friend this way." He raises the mandarin as if toasting to his host. "But, I will likewise make a promise to you as well-" a promise made as long as the Boss contains Antonio's vengeful pursuits. The phone does not ring until the advisor has been summoned. No one is allowed to message him, but Carmela does anyway, detailing Antonio's mania for Onofrio's entertainment. He usually knows from her first if the Capo calmed his mad son down. And then, within twenty-four hours, the call always comes. This is the rule, as unfortunate as it is.

"-Nothing that gave me this trophy will come knocking on your door. You have my word. It is nothing an ear may appreciate. Just some drama, Signore, that's all." And although the consigliere's word is largely unnamed, he hopes his tone conveys the meaning. He indulges in the last of the fruit leisurely, drinking alongside his host. Finally, after some time. His eyes linger on Nakajima as he finds himself comfortable enough to lean back in his chair and cross one leg over another.

"Well, now you have me." The consigliere exhales aloud to comically announce his interest. "Andiamo, you can't just mention driving around Osaka and not elaborate. I am dying to know." Onofrio sits up, grinning over the edge of his cup while peering at Nakajima. A man with an unsavory past living in a castello on the peak of Santorini? A likely story, isn't it?

the-stork

Nakajima laughed, a deep, belly-hearty sound dangling in the warm, humid air. "I was young and handsome once too, hard as it may be to be believed, my friend," he popped a slice of mikan into his mouth, feeling the soft skin burst under his teeth. It was quiet between them as he savoured the many ways he would go about this conversation. In the corner of the room they were in, a ghostly, pallid image of Onofrio's family lined the walls, watching with glassy grey eyes, listening to every word.

"Oh, yes, I understand. There are things you accept," his lips curled up into a secretive smile. "Things you hide behind your tongue. You can never be sure who will hear you and twist your words into a garrote."

"Is it not funny? Thousands of years of brotherhood and enterprise, and you see its images reflected in the mirrors, thousands of miles apart. Humans are so predictable, are they not, in their pursuits." Another hearty laugh.

"When you no longer find salvation in your community, you find it in those who do not mind… deviation. In it you find your own family. Yes?" A tale as old as time. "Banding together, creating the safety of your chosen brethren. In time it became its own religion. Money, power, glory. A poor Wakayama boy now thrust with briefcases of cash and," he laughed softly, "women, and booze. No drugs, Mr Tosto, thankfully my body did not find it agreeable."

"I am deliberately easy to lose in a crowd," he lifted his arms. Not a hint of tattoo, nor piercing, to determine his past. "I am not part of the Family, I will never be accepted within it, but I am its industry, required to keep it breathing. I know how it is, to simply… ah, accept things. As I said before." Nakajima turned to smile broadly at Onofrio.

In a far distance, Erika slumped into her chair, amazed by the web of lies she'd heard tumbling from this so‑called good‑for‑nothing disposable Stork.

"Very common to hear good‑intentioned voices telling you that there is a different solution than silence. This I know too." Nakajima nodded firmly. "But a son carries his filial duty, for he is a son -- you inherit the good and the bad of your family. Of your father's good deeds and his sins. Silence, is the only true loyal answer."

#ploytofino #{ santorini ; 01 }

sleepytrain

Tokyo Tower

Azabudai, Japan 2025

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tokyoproxy

雪景色の温泉街 // Snow-covered hot spring town

TOKYO, JAPAN

Cover cranes. The industries of Japan. 1889. Cover detail.

Internet Archive

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ploytofino

🚄🍊═══════ he can just say CFO. Tangerine doesn't care for formalities when it comes to a corpse. All those titles? Doesn't fucking matter anymore. The worst part of this? It's not the target. Wrong name, somewhat of a similar location. He is hunting down a CFO in South Korea, but how many of these important cunts are going to run around these specific restaurants?

Tangerine grips the side of his head from a mystical headache. He's got the wrong fucking name. A thick curse sifts through his gritted teeth as the Stork kindly announces how much time the assassin has to get the other bastard assigned to him. "Do me a favor," he says, raising his eyes to his counterpart. "Say thank you first before you fuckin' piss me off." He gestures to the target with the barrel of his pistol, still warm from the earlier chase. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard that before." He tucks the gun into his leather holster while rotating on his heels. What a fucking scene.

"Be back shortly." The assassin tosses over his shoulder as he darts outside of the meeting room where he cornered the wrong Ho. His shoes slip against the glistening parquet, sending Tangerine into a collision with the nearest wall. Something shatters, but the assassin does not check as he hurries to fix the mess, now eight minutes away from getting away.

the-stork

The elder smiled politely in return, did not thank the younger for whatever it was the lovely gentleman thought Stork should be thankful for. Due diligence, yes? So whose fault was it to begin with? Ah, 仕方がない . Both of their targets would have died regardless. This was the Tangerine after all, of the... Tangerine fame. Pick one.

"As you wish," Stork nodded, gloved hands already pulling the dead body of his original target. He'd hoped to stage this as a suicide, but alas, Tangerine seemed to enjoy making a bold statement with his handiwork. It was clear even from the way Tangerine slipped and slid down the corridor to chase after the other troublesome chaebol's son..

Tomorrow, all hell would break loose in South Korea's stock exchange. None of Stork's business. He took a deep breath, looked around for a bin liner, and got to work.

─────── TWO HALF-HONKS and the back alley was awash with a strong, bright white LED high-beam from a blacked-out SUV. It flashed its lights at Tangerine, and the passenger door swung open, inviting him in.

Stork rolled his window down, poked his head out.

"Get in," he called out. "I have a safehouse. It's near a port. I know who you work with, we're…" he made a face, something between a grimace and a pained acknowledgement, "… two sides of the same contract. Hurry."

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plotbunnie

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

#rp meme;

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