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Affiliated [and indie friendly] Claus from Mother 3!

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◇ Died twice and somehow is still kicking

◆ Doesn't wanna fight anymore. He's tired, but oh so jumpy.

◇ Became the Commander of an army before hitting age 12 with no say in the matter. Gotta love the work force.

◆ An affront to nature with a horrific amount of mechanical augmentations.

◇ Psychic twins but it goes HORRIBLY WRONG

◆ Misses his family dearly...even if his memories are fragmented.

◇ Sunflowers are nice...sunflowers are good...Omeletes too

◆ How do person??? Still re-learning how to person. Brainwashing will do that to ya.

◇ Imagine your life being destroyed by a punk ass kid who never grew up, became immortal, and decided to make it everyone else's problem.

◆ CONCEAL DON'T FEEL

#isola follow #Isola intro

Alright gotta head to bed cause it’s late where i am!

The inbox is still open for doodle requests if anyone wants to send anymore in! Even if we haven’t interacted yet! This has been such a fun drawing exercise

I’ll get to the rest o em when I’ve got the chance. for now, night y’all!

#nothing remains || ooc

📒 persnaps?

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

Of course!

and you can veeeeeeery much tell when i began fuckin up but couldnt fix it cause pen but I HOPE IT LOOKS OKAY. He is a delight to draw

#Yume Art #command inputs || asks #I LOVE DRAWIN FLOOFY HAIR

mr-lightningbolt

📒! If i can!

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse!

#*Hop* Save Your Game? || Save #// I LOVE #//THANK YOUUU #// im losing it at 12 year old death machines #// wHY DO WE KEEP GIVING THE KIDS KNIVES

📒 perhaps?

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

here he issss! I like drawin his hair and nose. Very fun

#Yume art #command inputs || asks

📒

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

Okay we switchin to gel pen drawings or else i will explode with how i dont have an eraser

hope this is okay!

#command inputs || asks #kleinstar #Tbh im surprised this is my first time drawing eiden #He is real fun to draw #Yume Art

📒?

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

When i tell you i drew chara a solid 3-4 times cause i couldn’t decide on an eye shape—

but i thought they looked cute with the kinda tired eyes so hope that’s okay :’D

#command inputs || asks #charadrxxmxrr #Also remembering i need to practice drawing straight bangs more orz

anttennatime

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse!

#isola meme day #// i’d like to do this too! May take me a while but #// i will eventually do em #// expect smol doodles asdfhjb

MOONSHADE PART 2 STARTER CALL (I KNOW IM LATE SHHHHH)

Need a guard? Need a hand? Need to see wtf that thing flying in the air is?

Like this post for a Moonshade pt2 starter call!

As detailed in the P2 explanation post, Claus is going to primarily be focused on combat and flying around now that he's (temporarily) got all his abilities and extra augmentations back.

However you can get a hold of him during the moments where there is quiet / a lull in the waves.

Will cap at 2!

#nothing remains || ooc #this will likely take me a day or two to get to as im about to be on my trip #but i am determined to get the starters done before the event is over asjdhfb #if anyone wants to plot tho please feel free to reach out to me!#it'll prob help with the actual contents of the starter

just a heads up! gonna be traveling tomorrow and will be away from my laptop for a good week.

I'll still be able to write but i may not be able to trim posts so i do greatly apologize!

I may be spotty due to being away but i'll do my best to do stuff!

#nothing remains || ooc #trying to get the extensions working on my ipad but it's bein a BITCH

mr-lightningbolt

It was sick that the Stars would drag a kid into this. Frankly, it was bad enough that they included children in the city at all, but at least the city was peaceful. Siccing unmanned weapons on the transplants was a whole new type of game-- even though death probably still wasn't real, the threat of pain sure was.

This was to say, while it was an unpleasant surprised for Raiden to see a child in this new room, it's not a surprise that he does not look well. He looks scared. Go figure.

"Oh, this..." He can't help but reach up and brush his cheek as he realizes just what the boy is looking at. "It's from years ago. They had nothing do do with it."

Assuaging his fears is the important part, Raiden figures-- getting into how he got his cybernetics might just do the opposite, considering their surroundings. Fortunately, it didn't seem like any of these supposed test subjects had actually been subjected to any tests, at least as far as he'd heard so far.

Still, his heart beats a little faster when he takes another glance at the massive scar marking the boy's face and recognizes the mechanical eye within it. It was probably just an old, unrelated modification like his own, but he can't help but worry.

"Hey. Are you asking because someone did something to you? Have you seen anyone here that isn't a subject?"

unmaskedheart

Years ago. It was from years ago. It wasn't from this place or whoever dragged them here.

A trembling sigh of relief escaped the boy. The answer helped to loosen the suffocating grip fear held on his heart and lungs. While the number of horrific tools piled up and up with each new room, intensifying the question of if they were used or not, the knowledge that the others he'd run into hadn't been the ones those tools were used on...it was a comfort.

There was no greater nightmare than closing your eyes, and waking up changed.

However, in the midst of the relief, something began to nag at the back of Claus's mind. The man had reassured that whatever had been done to him had been done years ago...but..wait...if not here then-

Disjointed thoughts are cut short upon the boy being spoken to again. The ginger practically jolts, a pair of mismatched eyes staring at the man. The question pulls forth a nervous expression from the boy, his eyes turning downwards toward his gloved hands. He can feel nausea churn within his stomach once again.

"I-I-I don't know..."

He admits weakly, hating how its his genuine answer.

"I don't think so..?"

It's hard to tell when it comes to himself. There's what could have obviously been taken from him, his still flesh and blood arm, or anything from his face or head. But all because there was no visual change, it didn't mean something inside hadn't been taken or altered. All he could hope for was his own inability to notice anything to be an indicator of safety rather than ignorance.

Claus swallows thickly, his fingers curling into fists. Only his left hand trembles.

"But- But for everyone else I've met so far, they're okay. And I haven't seen any soldiers or scientists...Just the machines."

At least, as far as he knew. Thus far, everyone he'd seen or run into seemed to be just as frightened or reluctant to be here as he was. No one dressed to either subdue them or operate. The only factor putting him on edge aside from the massive amounts of security, was the immense amount of tools.

Tools didn't often go unused. Scientists liked trying things out as soon as they got them.

#// ur all good! no worries! i am p dang slow #//so dont sweat it!#//also im sure the trauma will come up. they're surrounded by lab horrors #// it would be awful if they're both in or pass through an operating room in this thread #almost a person || ic #Ir Event: Moonshade Pt 1 #mr lightningbolt 001 #mr lightningbolt

minnowgame

Omelets

#Rearranged Heart || Self #Strong After All || Lucas #Love Warm and True || Hinawa #Alec Tag Pending #.IMG || Images #// tHEYRE ALL SO SMOL

😭 He holds Claus as Claus cries

Nonverbal RP Starters || No Longer Accepting

"I-I'm sorry- I shouldn't- I shouldn't be-"

Claus was choking on his tears.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be something lighter, happier...Something cheerier.

An exchange of music.

A song for a song. Octavo's knowledge greatly outweighed Claus's own, especially with how much had been stripped from him or even outright withheld from him the past three years. But he thought he'd at least manage...something. Anything.

He thought he'd at least be able to manage a majority of his mother's lullaby.

He'd heard it so many times- He knew he had. Even if he couldn't remember all of them he could recall how much he'd loved her voice...how tears would always be chased away by her song. Surely at least the full melody would live on inside his heart, even if he couldn't remember all the words. Claus had braced himself with that knowledge. The somber understanding of how he wouldn't remember all of it.

...

He'd been gutted when he found himself freezing, barely two stanzas into the song.

He couldn't remember what came next.

The harder he tried, the worse the burning behind his eyes became, the harder it was to even sing. Broken pieces of of a lullaby, words not quite fitting the chords or established tune, lyrics out of order... A hollow ache rang in his chest again and again with each attempt.

Tears were an inevitability.

What hadn't been expected, however, was a pair of arms wrapping around him. At first, he froze, eyes going wide as he startled. Hugging...Octavo was..? But why? He didn't need to- Claus was just... Claus was just... The fragile attempt at strength Claus had put up weakened at the show of kindness, the boy's shoulders shaking.

"I..."

he tried to start again, a miserable little sound escaping the back of his throat.

#almost a person || ic #thiefandlyre #// HERE YA GO #// YA WANTED TO HOLD THE LAD WHILE HE CRIED

splitsoulheir

Tsurugi wasn't sure of what to make of the situation. He'd crawled into bed exhausted from training, ready to sleep in well into the next day, and was awoken by the piercing sound of an alarm.

ATTENTION. SECURITY ALERT. TEST SUBJECTS ESCAPING.

It continued to shriek over head as Tsurugi picked his way through the building, pressed flat to the wall. He hoped to find his sister or one of the twins, but all he'd found instead were robots trying to tear him limb from limb.

The room ahead seemed to be the other side of an observational office, a space split in the middle by an enormous glass wall on one side of the array of desks.

He doesn't initially spot the other person in the room, only brought to heel by the pair of scissors at eye level. They glow lightly, held by the powers of the other person in the room, and eventually clatter to the floor.

"Whoa. Hey, are you - good?"

He bends to pick up the scissors, finally noting the way the room had been turned upside down like searching for something.

"You're from the city too, right? Are you by yourself?"

unmaskedheart

A shake of the head was what the teen initially got.

Claus was anything but good. And he likely wouldn't be good until they'd all managed to get out of this hellish place. So long as they were surrounded by sterile walls and vile equipment...

A gloved hand rested against Claus's head. No- No he needed to pull himself together. If he didn't speak up and recompose himself he'd probably appear to be some kind of threat or danger...If he hadn't done so already-

With a breath the boy straightened himself up, pulling at his fraying threads while the adrenaline faded from his body.

"I'm...I'll be alright. I'm sorry about...that."

He turned to face the other properly this time. At the very least, the stranger didn't seem upset over the flying scissors...even if he had every right to be. Claus could only be thankful he'd been able to stop them in time.

But...to answer the questions posed to him rather than remaining in silence...

"I didn't mean to be."

He admitted, gaze briefly turning to the floor before flicking back up to the teenager.

"by myself- I mean...I was with someone but..."

He sighed. This place was a maze. It was easy to get split up or lost, especially with the security systems being what they were. Claus was lucky there was a room with a lower level of defense than the others. A moment to breathe, and a moment to realize he was alone.

"Are you?"

He finally asked. It...didn't look like anyone was with the black haired teen. Though, it could be a situation similar to his own.

#// HOORAY!#almost a person || ic #Ir Event: Moonshade Pt 1 #splitsoulheir 001 #splitsoulheir #// also i love imagining what these rooms must be like #//cause giant observation room sounds so hAUNTING

Music fills the air, chords and choruses, voices fighting for their hopes and prayers to be heard amongst the mechanical discordance of the oncoming enemy.

A powerful blast of lightning strikes down a small group of the smaller sized monstrosities, frying their circuits in a brilliant and brutal light show. Flying above the electrified group is a boy with ginger hair, mechanical wings spread wide behind him with small engines serving as their actual propulsion.

A golden sword is grasped tight in his left hand, the blade flicked to the side as though to shake off the remaining sparks clinging to its surface.

Mismatched eyes stare coldly at the hoard of beasts below, their flesh warped by cold steel and heartless augmentations. The creatures themselves are new, but that type of alteration...he knows just how to deal with monsters like these.

A silver canon, now taking the place of a child's right arm, is aimed at a creature moving a little too fast for the soldier's liking. Beams of bright blue erupt from it to damage the mutilated creature. Before it has a chance to turn to him and copy him, he dives in and slashes at the mechanized monster to finish it off.

The chimera himself doesn't linger long. He kicks off the ground to dart back into the air. He aims to be quick and brutal with his attacks, weaving in and out of the chaotic crowds between blasts of psychic energy and electricity to pick off the weakened beasts. Calculating and experienced.

This is what he knows. This is what he was built for. This is what he never wished to return to.

The air hums with the music dancing in the area, but the chimera can barely hear it. All he can hear is the erratic noise of his own mechanical heartbeat. Its existence a syncopation to everyone else's harmony.

He cannot sing. The only things remaining in his heart are a military's anthem and the broken, incomplete tune of a lullaby. He does not know how to contribute to the performances. What he does know, is how to be a weapon.

And to that end, maybe he can do something good for once.

#almost a person || ic #Ir Event: Moonshade Pt 2 #// this is technically open but i realized there's little way for ppl to respond to this a c k.#// if anyone can find a way to respond #// go ahead!#// starter call will come once i get some other writings done!

now that i have fixed my fuck up, it is time to get to work!

#nothing remains || ooc #DO NOT BE ME KIDS #PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT UR DOIN #dont accidentally delete memes off ur blog cause u think ur in drafts

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

#isola meme day #// SORRY FOR MAKING THIS POP UP ON YOUR FEEDS AGAIN MY DUMB ASS ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT THINKING I WAS IN MY DRAFTS orz #// the same applies as before! no sexual or sensual memes. nOW I CAN GET TO THE MEMES IN MY INBOX ASDJFHB #// a little hard to link to the meme if you dELETED IT

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