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@yuhrei
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 ! @librarywent @librarywent @librarywent
赤の他人 ; 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃.
Ears strained as a rustling caught the boy’s attention. Rodents and other small animals weren’t necessarily a rare occurrence, but the boy was aware of what other monsters lurked in the night. For he, not so long ago, had been one himself. Perhaps then, it was safer to sleep during the day. Nevertheless, he had little luck finding any food under the bright neons among poorly lit, damp alleyways. So it was after the sun set when Fay returned to his current residence to attempt rest. When the noise continued, the youth attempted to find its source. Bracing himself to shoo some creature away, charcoal hues were caught off guard as his gaze fell upon a young man . . .
@yuhrei : ❝ so, you were listening. ❞
He looks down at Fay for a moment, arching an eyebrow in mild reproach, before returning his gaze back to the file he’s pursuing, the division of his attention not once slowing his purposeful stride.
“I’m your doctor, Fayren, of course I’ve been listening. I’m more then aware that your time here has been…less then satisfactory, on both our ends.” He turns the page, running a long nail down the block of text in search of the information he needs. “Your progress with me has been, in a word, minimal. I think we should rectify that, don’t you?”
He had been — well, managing, to match the other’s pace. After all, the doctor was much taller than Fayren. However in response, he paused. “How am I supposed to make progress here,” Replied the teenager, his voice full of greater frustration than he had intended. A quick exhale escapes him, “The others . . . They won’t leave me alone no matter what I do. I try to ignore them, do what they want, seek out guards for help, but they still continue to target me.”
* 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 / @yuhrei
a soft smile speaks of her naive nature - she wonders if its him - the one that she’s heard quite a bit about from the head of the family ;
“ ah ! fay - san ? “
eyes meet hers and the realisation of her bluntness takes hold ,
“ s- sorry ! I - I’m tohru honda ! i’ve heard of you quite a lot and ah - it’s a pleasure to meet you ! ”
His purpose was to be anonymous. An average kid whom no one would care to bat an eyelash at. Just some nameless child whose face would not be remembered. But this task was different. Now, it was his mission to grow close to cursed cousins of Akito, as well as the girl with the rumored destiny to free the Jyuunishi. Whether or not she will be able to complete this goal matters little to Ren Souma; if she succeeds, the family is no longer cursed, and they no longer remain under Akito’s grip. If she fails, she still remains a useful weakness to the Souma head: a symbol of his weakening. Eyes of ebony fall upon the girl in silence, before finally responding with a shy smile — he wasn’t used to this, interacting with others. In fact, his whole upbringing was inside those four walls of the estate. He was skilled in an array of martial arts and similar skills — Yuurei was her assassin — yet he had no idea how he was going to convince this girl to trust or even like him. “Honda-san, thank you. The pleasure is all mine.”
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. @jokezilla
Even a worm will turn, it is said, and while the youth hadn’t completely snapped yet, his frustration had built up enough for a rather aggressive shove to leave malnourished arms. “Leaveme alone.” Fayren muttered with a frown. It was out of character for the boy to act in such a way towards anyone, ( especially a deranged serial murderer ); however, the accumulative discomforts of Arkham left little space for manners. Of course he regretted the action, of course he was scared, but most of all, he was exhausted. Perhaps a part of him hoped the other would put him out of his misery . . .
ジョーカー ; 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.
“Don’t go!” Sputtered the boy before he had enough sense to stop himself. His head dropped and yet a weak, “Please.” Escaped him.
飢え ; 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.
While the Soumas had long been classified as a family of wealth, the clan’s earnings were not sorely due to their generosity. While to most, the family is one considered charitable and refined, ( gracefully leaving their name commemorated through monuments scattered throughout the city to showcase their donations, ) there were rumors that that a large portion of their fortune was gained illicitly. An outsider with an ear to the ground, Ren was very aware of the family’s history as she pined after the current head of the family, Akira Souma. The two became inseparable and soon eloped. Not far after, the underground activity of the Souma clan seemed to increase twofold. With Ren whispering in his ear, the couple were determined to rise above all other wealthy crime families of the city. The co-conspirators continued to climb; their first heir was born, and another child was on its way ― however, there was a hitch in Ren’s success. A mere days before she gave birth to their second child, Akira passed away. Following his death, rather than falling to her, the family’s power was then assumed by her very child. Enraged and grief-stricken, she declared revenge on her eldest son and insisted she would rule the family name again. Years were spent dedicated to this goal. And as her newest babe grew, Fayren, she forged him into a weapon. After refusing to harm others, as was the mission given to him by Ren ― the child, known to most by his alias Yuurei ( Ghost ) ― was punished. Patience was lost with little time and Ren decided to pursue alternate methods to control him. Under the spell of hired hypnotist, with just a trigger word, the boy began entering a trance-like state of obedience to his mother. He has injured, and even killed while in this unconscious state. When he finally returns to himself, he has no initial memories, only distorted fragments amongst nightmares. Nearing his mid-teens, having acted as Ren’s puppet for two years, Fayren finally runs away. He leaves New Jersey and heads along the southern coast. Unable to retrieve him, Ren decides to call the authorities on the runaway, and the FBI catch him soon after.
An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme
Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this + reverse to change which muse does which action.
tw for implied violence in some
❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training
❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver
❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder
❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds
❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event
❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat
❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver
❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance
❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist
❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek
❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead
❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver
❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers
❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle
❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed
❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair
❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact
❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss
❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver
❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them
❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back
❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder
❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver
❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek
❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face
❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand
❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon
❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table
❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver
❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall
❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints
❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over
❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death
❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. / 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒.
Number of languages spoken. 2-3, Japanese ( native ) and English. Additionally sign language ( Japanese or American depending on the thread location. ) Tone of voice. Average, soft-spoken. Accent. If he’s speaking something other than his native language than obviously he’ll have a bit of an accent. However it’s never obvious. He is from a prestigious family with ample money to place towards education, so when he does speak, he is generally understandable and without a significant accent. Demeanor. Shy. Polite, while simultaneously a bit aloof. Often nervous and unconfident. Posture. Trained to be straight and professional, however he has the habit of slouching his shoulders. Generally pretty stiff and unrelaxed. Habits. He almost always avoids eye contact unless someone brings attention to it / he is forced not to. Furthermore, he fidgets with his hands very frequently. He is very quiet and will give small nods to ensure he is paying attention. His words falter / trail frequently and he has trouble being heard. He really dislikes repeating himself and if asked to will usually dismiss his words as of little importance. He pauses a lot and has a very difficult time expressing his thoughts and emotions, and talks very little in general. Vocabulary. 5/5. He reads very frequently ( though prefers nonfiction ) and as a result has a pretty expansive vocabulary. He doesn’t necessarily use it often though. Emotion. 4/5. He tries to stay neutral when he speaks, but the truth is he is a very emotional person. When upset, he is very quick to lose the stability of the demeanor he presents and is much more likely to respond emotionally. Despite this, the above habits remain the same, it’s just that what he says are a result of intense feelings over logic. Profanity. Frequency: 1/5. Creativity: 0/5. He doesn’t often swear. He would only really use profanity if it were used against him a great deal and clouded his surrounding vocabulary. Even then, he hardly resorts to cursing, as he feels then he would reflect the behavior of his abusers, which is the last thing he wants to do. Additionally, he figures if he were to use such language, he would be punished for it, and doesn’t find it worth the risk. This or that. Straightforward or cryptic? He tries his best to be honest because he finds it the least taxing upon his mental state. That being said, he does have tend to “leave out” some details and often does not paint the full picture unless explicitly instructed to. Asking Fay to give information is like pulling teeth. Despite being very easy to intimidate, he is very loyal and very difficult to get to admit something if he decides against it. Finding the right word or using the first one that comes to mind? He is very anxious about saying the wrong thing, so is very careful about what he says. Masculine, feminine, or neutral? Because he is rather submissive, be might be seen as more feminine ( and looks the part ), however his language is very neutral. Formalities or abrasiveness? He is almost always formal and polite in his speech. Only after a while of getting to know someone does he begin to be somewhat casual with them, and even then he’s still stiff. Regardless, despite being formal and using such language, because he is so quiet and avoidant, he can come across as rude and maybe occasionally abrasive. Frankness or lies? He truly tries to avoid lying, and with those he is more comfortable around ( and less fearful of retribution ) he finds himself a bit more blunt. In general, he has a very difficult time communicating and especially reading social cues of others, so in order to stay safe he is withholding. He is also a big people pleaser, and will often “lie” in the sense to make others content. Excessive or minimal hand gestures? He tries to take up the least amount of space possible, so when speaking his hands are usually busy fidgeting with one another, and not used to gesture. Friendly or blunt nicknames? He doesn’t use nicknames. He does often forget names, and might ( if absolutely unavoidable ) say something along the lines of “you’re the x person” / “person who x” or something along those lines which can accidentally come across as blunt, but he also tries his best to, as always, be polite and friendly. He is easily intimidated by others and tries his best not to come across as such himself, but his fear of others, and as a result his instinct of avoidance, can result in him coming across as aloof. Do people have a hard time understanding your character? Yes. He is very quiet and often mumbles his words. Does your character’s point come across easily when talking? Not unless instructed to. He is very non-confrontational when he speaks, and as a result tends to avoid what it is he’s actually trying to communicate. Does your character initiate conversations? Not unless he absolutely has to. How does your character address others? He mainly uses titles and surnames, as is common in Japanese culture. If he is unaware of such, he calls someone whatever it is they prefer to be. As stated, he has a tendency to be too formal and has a bit of a hard time using people’s first names when they give him permission / ask him to.
拷問者 ; 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.
A wince escapes him with the sudden grip of fellow inmate. Dark and messy locks entangle with the clown’s clutch with such a ferocity for a moment Fayren wonders if strands had severed. The boy’s eyes shut in equal measure, for once hoping he was asleep. “P-Please.” He all but begged; though it wasn’t as if he hadn’t any other choice. This was different. He was in a hospital. He was far away and safe from his mother . . . He no longer has to hurt anyone. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
Fatimah Asghar, How’d Your Parents Die Again?
Expression turns sheepish as her words find him. It wasn’t as if he was necessarily trying to act like an adult, but having his failure verbalized prodded at him regardless. His relationship with age was complicated at best. He had forever been without a childhood. Whereby of his youth wasted on his mother’s wars. And now . . . well, it feels too late to learn. Slender digits leave his jacket as he hands the stranger a chunk of crumbled bills and change. It was a little under five dollars, but he hoped it would be enough for her to at least eat. Food tasted much better when he was able to afford it, but Fayren didn’t mind trashed leftovers until he could scrape up some more change.“I-I don’t drink.” He added softly.
渡り者 ; 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃.
While he had entered a handful of bars, never before had he visited such an establishment with the intent of drinking or partying. No, he hadn’t the luxury of going out with friends for a good time. Anytime previously traveled to such was rather unconsciously, his memory hazy outside of whatever orders he received from his mother. For him outings were only ever in pursuit of a job, missions which his mind consistently decided to repress ( for better or worse ). While the circumstances were drastically different in this moment, it seemed he would forever look out of place upon entering any pub. It was blatant he was underage, but no longer could he survive the downpour outside. Head down, hair dripping, the scrawny youth made his best attempts to inconspicuously head towards the lounge’s heater upon the eastern wall. Gaze fell upon another rather young guest of the bar. Perhaps it was his body’s way of telling him he had been staring at the stranger’s golden tendrils for far too long as he suddenly sneezed and was returned to the present. Hues of midnight fell to the floor as Fayren held his coat close, it was drenched and heavy, but the teenager figured he’d shiver more without it.
死神 ; 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.
Steel is unlocked and opened without invitation. Curled into himself, hiding within the corner of the cell, the child’s gaze is blinded by fluorescence. Shadow adjusts into an unfortunately familiar facade as the doctor enters the enclosure. Words leave him, but Fayren makes no sense of them, instead he’s preoccupied by his nerves crawling under his skin. The man steps closer and a cry escapes his prisoner. “Don’t!” There was nowhere for him to run to, but that doesn’t stop the youth from pressing further against the wall at his back, desperate for any centimeter of space between them. “P-please,” Fay scrambles. “I c-can’t― p-please d-on’t.” His messy plea is accompanied by heavy tears, but that does little to deter the doctor. He towers over the teenager before grabbing Fayren’s arm. “No!” Screams the other. He writhes against the elder: kicking, wiggling, shouting, grasping at the nearing door frame, but ultimately remains unsuccessful. Perhaps he should now grovel; beg for the man to leave him in his cage to rot, ( anything would have been better than being exposed to the doctor’s experimentations once more ) . . . but the damage had already been done, and Fayren wasn’t ready just yet to submit. Down the hallway, he thrashed about, hoping for something ― anything ― to happen to separate him from his captor.
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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
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Fayren is often plagued with nightmares and as a result has chronic insomnia. Generally, he goes without sleeping as long as he can physically muster until he eventually passes out. When falling asleep due to lack of consciousness, he tends to have fewer night terrors, but it is hardly a foolproof method. He does, however, sleep better alongside someone else. Obviously, this depends on the person, ( if he really doesn’t trust them he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to, ) but it generally applies. When he can feel the weight of someone beside him, or even hear their steady breathing, he is able to calm down enough that he falls asleep easier and has far fewer bad dreams throughout the night. This being said, he is far too embarrassed to ever ask someone to sleep beside him. But if someone else insists, silently he will be beyond grateful to get some quality rest.
赤の他人 ; 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.
An unrecognized voice rings about Fayren’s ears, drawing forth another whimper. It takes him a few moments to process the words and make sense of them ― alongside the circumstances in which he awoke. It was common for him to snap out of whatever trance he habitually fell under alongside her orders and not know where he was or what was going on. Usually, he was able to piece together a vague sense of the situation and adapt. Nevertheless, as a man donned head to toe in green accompanied with a question mark shaped cane kneeled beside him, he was beyond lost. “Can you hear me?” The stranger had questioned, to which the child gave a weak nod in response. Eyes of ebony scanned his surroundings desperately, however as Fay shifted to sit up he was reunited with a sharp stinging at his ankle, and gaze flashed to his injury. Trembling hands work to slowly push past the aching once more and position himself better. He was unaware whether the man before him was a threat or aide, so his movements were cautious and tentative. As his whole body quivered and vision frequently unfocused, it was difficult for the youth to figure out a way to free himself from the entrapment. “P-please, help.”