@rapthearts Lyrical Starter
“ It might be petty but I don't care. It's not pretty but I'm not scared.”
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@rapthearts asked: “ been a while since i dressed for the kill. ” / for atsu, love gin ( kirushiin )
All Time Low - Future Hearts
「 ★ 」 ⋮ W E R E T I G E R. ⋮ ━━ DREAD fills the boy’s being as that unfamiliar voice fills the air and enters his hearing. Slowly, he turns around, daring to allow his multicolored eyes to stare up at a woman SEVERAL inches taller than him. She … does look like she’s dressed up to try and KILL someone.
But … you know what ? Maybe … just maybe he shouldn’t be judging a BOOK by its cover. The Port Mafia didn’t exactly wear clothes that’d he’d associate with killing. Maybe she was dressed up for some party or something …
( Really, he’s trying to convince himself he’s NOT about to be attacked right now. )
‘ Uh … the look SUITS you, Miss ? ‘
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Meta Canon / for Mori & Elise!
Meta Knowledge | Accepting
These two are some of the few muses where everything I write for their dialogue I also speak out loud. Mori’s speech has a sort of wave pattern flow to it and I want to make sure I use the correct words in the correct places for him. While Elise is more like a drunk woodpecker with her pattern.
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one liner ! | @rapthearts
“ I don’t think it’s meant to bend that way... ”
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IT’S A THOUGHT, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY, most veterans of champ chiquita knew to just leave the FEARLESS LEADER alone--- especially when he’s in one of those moods where everything just seems to pull an even more sour expression to his already sour face. perhaps they’re new, or they’re one of the people who don’t care. either way, unless it was something of importance, his answer would be : « take it up with someone else in camp. » // @rapthearts
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♫ + kotsu
Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same. || @rapthearts || Accepting!
“Trust Me” by Yuya Matsushita !
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✿ = buying them flowers . - kotsuhana ! loves ! plants !
orihime nearly jumps in surprise, face flushed pink at the sudden gift. ❛ are these for me ?? ❜ her gaze becomes quizzical, mouth agape. ❛ thank you so much ! aha, it’s so sweet of you – i should really get you something in return ! ❜
@rapthearts !!
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-slides the heck in!- so it’s been A While™ since i engaged hannibal in any form, BUT i am still here to dump love on you. you’re an outstanding writer in terms of writing style and skill alone. add onto that the fact that it’s 1. evident to me just how much will -eyes smudged writing on palm- grapefruit means to you and 2. so easy to get lost in your writing and the scenes you spin, i’m a happy lady to have you on my dash. consider me enthralled.
anonymously tell me what you think of my portrayal. i can’t respond, but i’m probably crying.
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“hey, any plans for valentine’s day?” stares, expectant. patient.
mitsuhide hates hallmark appreciation day.
He rubs the back of his neck. “No.” The answer is short. Concise and to the point - and also a little embarrassed. Why’d she have to ask? “I don’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, so I’m going to study in the library. I have a quiz the day after, anyways.”
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meta: how did bork and aku start out? what was their first day, week, month like? basically—- what was it like during the first year of them meeting?
Bork so Meta so send them to me | @rapthearts | Accepting
First off credit to @skullcrxsher because this is also based around the HCs she came up with and some we did together.
Firstly, Akutagawa was one of the ability users that developed his ability nearly from birth. Rashomon’s first memories (that he can recall) are just a few days after Aku was born. He recalls being conscious, but unable to move or speak or act. All he knew was that he was aware and that he was wrapped around a baby. He knew he wasn’t the baby, he understood he was a separate consciousness but he couldn’t really understand what it was.
For years he basically just… observes. Watches the tension in the house focused around the father, watches Gin born and beginning to grow. But he’s also feeling, feeling Aku’s growing hatred for his father.
And for all those years he had been working on doing. Just doing. Doing anything, moving, speaking, anything. So he starts to be able to move pieces of Aku’s clothes, swish a belt or ripple a hem. Then he can make little tendrils from the cloth, maybe a tiny head if he concentrates. He just wants to be acknowledged as alive and there.
But
Aku ignores him. He thinks he’s some figment of his imagination and that no one but him can see Rashomon. And it starts to get complicated when he starts putting more effort into being noticed. Aku’s parents start to notice, they know what ability users are and his father hates that his child is one. Rashomon doesn’t understand that what he’s being a catalyst to is bad, in fact, with Aku’s silent loathing he starts to get more bold.
When Aku, and subsequently Gin, are eventually abandoned he still doesn’t really get it. He just knows hate and that the surroundings are different. So he keeps up with the work. He starts to help, learns Aku has almost total control over him (he kinda knew this before but it’s much more obvious on the streets). He helps protect the siblings and their new friends and Aku begins to acknowledge him as real and useful.
They learn to communicate better with each other with nearly soundless means and learn to start working together.
So…uhhh to answer your question, there was really no “first meeting” they just always were together. Aku always had this “thing” living around him for as long as he knew.
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Friendly reminder that I think you’re an extraordinary writer!!
// what?! CEASE! You’re the extraordinary one! Friendly reminder that I love you! dksdjfhgdsfg H I don’t deserve, I’m just a single nugget doing her best.
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“in another story —-“ the voice echoes from behind a nearby tree —- “yer little red... an’ i’m the big bad wolf.” she passes, giving nothing more than a glance down at the girl. “but ya don’t have yer cloak, and i’m only runnin’ an errand t’ the bakery.” a hand lifts, fingers curling in beckon. she neither pauses or slows as she says, “c’mon, if ya want. if yer hungry. or don’t. can’t say i didn’t try.” an offer’s an offer, after all. - gin
what a strange woman.
Chise knows better by now not to talk to strange women - but she can’t sense a lick of magic on this woman. She doesn’t acknowledge the neighbors either - but still, Chise doesn’t take her hand. What would Elias say, her going with strange woman off the beaten path?
But her stomach growls, and flushing, Chise follows after the woman. “Who…who are you?”
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♫ + gin
Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same. || @rapthearts || Accepting!
“Brain Revolution Girl” by MARETU !
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@rapthearts asked ; “You’re not okay, please, let me help.” / yumi & gin!
she wasn’t wrong, gin did have a pretty deep wound on their arm. blood seeped through their clothing and fingertips, beginning to drip to the floor. they hesitate for a moment–– sighing deeply before nodding.
“ ...fine. let’s get somewhere safe first, last thing we need is two injured people. “
rattled & relief starters.
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Hi there! Could you give some recommendations for a younger Evangeline Yamamoto from Zetsuen no Tempest? Thanks in advance!
Suggestions down below
Reimu Hakurei- Touhou Project
Yukari Sendo - Rosario + Vampire
May Chang - The Fullmetal Alchemist
Anri Sonohara - Durarara!!
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@rapthearts asked: 🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it Yumi!
Nonverbal starters
「 ★ 」 ⋮ A N A T H E M A. ⋮ ━━ The miserable routine was just so familiar to him after all those years. Life was nothing more than mafia men wielding GUNS and KNIVES peering into the cell bars with disdain. Life was nothing more than being left in complete seclusion. Life was nothing more than hoping that he would not be DRAGGED out by the monsters that just wanted to USE and ABUSE him.
The GRUNTS of the mafia were easy to pick out; all garbed in gaudy suits and ugly sunglasses. But when it came to their more elite members, it became harder. Different people cloaked themselves in different robes; clever hiding their true intent.
It was quiet that night; most guards had since left their posts; going back to tend to their other duties as wardens of the night. Maybe the child could have finally had some peace; but instead, a STRANGE woman had made her way to the cells.
Who was she ? Names don’t give much information; names don’t give out ulterior motives. Though the woman may have looked KIND, he still hesitates to take her hand; not yet.
‘ … Um … Yumi - san … WHY are you here ? Why are you trying to hold my hand ? ‘
How sad was it that he couldn’t accept kindness without QUESTION or FEAR.
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