@mouja - starter // tanabata (ayumu > takashi)

That merciless August sun had no clouds to impede on its tyranny. He was fortunate enough that they were busy enough during the day to just meet in the late afternoon for the festivities. 

Ayumu waited patiently at the gazebo, dressed in a black yukata with thin stripes, and an oversized haori that barely fit him. He tapped his wooden sandals against the hardwood seating. He barely even noticed how much he was sweating until he felt a bead roll down his cheek.

For the first time in a long while, Ayumu was nervous. Extremely nervous. Bringing him to the Star Festival, and walking with him hand in hand —

He just hoped, hoped to the gods, that he was going to be a good date. That this was something Takashi wasn’t going to regret. Because god knows, he can find much better than him.

But… he was excited to see him. He really wanted to see what kind of yukata he was going to wear, and if he would have hand made a haori for himself. Maybe he would bring his sisters along and decorate their hair with the accessories he had bought them.

He felt himself turning red, instinctively hiding his face behind his fan as he cooled himself off, smiling at the thought of it all. 

He really couldn’t wait any longer to see him.

━ ❛ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 !! 𝚘𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 「 ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵍᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ . 」

ayumu's profile is officially done. it took me so long to finish and develop his story - i never thought it would actually happen, lmao. i have to thank my sister blog @mouja for helping me develop him and putting up through troves of incessant spam.

i didn't fit in all the details of his story here, but i'm hoping it'll catch your eye enough for you to ask more about them. i do hope you enjoy the read and hopefully we can all plot soon <3

i hope i can finish more profiles soon so i can solely pull myself out of my own shell!

hey guys. i’m going to start easing myself back into activity. however, i’ve only got ideas mostly for my main muses (mikey and ayumu, oc) at the moment. i’m gonna update my list to cross out the ones i’m not feeling at the moment.

i’m also finishing up profiles atm. i’ve finally finished designing the joint google doc theme i made for me and @mouja so i’m very excited to share with you all what i’ve got.

and if you guys want, you can leave a like to let me know if you’re interested in me sending you a starter.

the reason why ayumu is still in toman and would have been enemy no.1 in any other gang otherwise is because he speaks his mind on everything.

he has yelled at draken so many fucking times over the dumb decisions toman (and by extension, mikey) makes and the only reason why he hasn't gotten his ass kicked yet is because draken has enough patience to sit through his diatribes and filter the useful information for mikey to consider later.

*gives mikey the grimace shake*

He purses his lips, looking at the purple shake he just took a sip of. 

“I mean, it’s not that bad. It’s nothing to write home about though.” He shrugs. “Thanks for the free drink, I guess.”

*gives ayumu the grimace shake*

He takes a huge whiff of the concoction.

“That’s the new thing that the Clown is peddling, right? I thought they hadn’t released it in Japan yet?”

Despite his suspicions, something innate in him urges him to get a taste of the purple shake. To just... give it a good ‘ol chug.

“It’s… not bad, actually.” He grins. “You got anymor

His limbs had gone limp, and gravity would take him over as his face met the cold hard ground. He feels his head go numb and his consciousness giving way to pitch darkness. His ears rang such a discordant, dissonant noise. ̷His limbs had gone limp, and gravity would take him over as his face met the cold hard ground. He feels his head go numb and his consciousness giving way to pitch darkness. His ears rang such a discordant, dissonant noise. ̷T̸h̷e̸ ̶c̷a̸l̸l̷ ̶o̵f̸ ̷t̵h̵e̸ ̴e̵n̸d̶.̶ ̴A̷ ̴c̴r̸e̵a̸t̸u̵r̴e̷ ̵g̸a̶l̷l̶o̷p̶s̶ ̶i̷n̶t̵o̶ ̵t̶h̸e̵ ̴p̸i̷c̴t̴u̷r̷e̴,̸ ̶a̴n̴d̷ ̷i̶t̷s̶ ̵r̶i̶d̶e̵r̷ ̸r̸e̶s̵t̷s̸ ̴h̸i̵m̸ ̵o̵n̶t̴o̵ ̴t̵h̸e̸ ̸s̷a̵d̴d̴l̸e̵.̸ T̸̪̳͛́̀͜h̴̳̆͜ơ̵̠̣̓̃s̷̯̝̫͊͋̎̉͠e̴͉͂̔̀ ̴̯̃̃͊̒͛w̶̧̮̣͗͛̍͗̕ḧ̸̹́̐̀̂͝ȯ̷̧̬͒͗͠ ̸̭̲̣͙́̕͘ḁ̸̛̯͒͆́̈́ŗ̵̩̟̜͒͗̽̏ė̴̡̡̜̟̏͑̊͝ ̴̬̮͌̓ͅṩ̵̹̻͛t̴̡̤̱̥͆͒́͋i̷̧̥̦̊͗l̸̞͐͂̂̕l̵̢͔̆ ̸͙̠̌͋ã̷͔̰̀̋̐l̷̗͆̅̀͝i̷̬͓͐̃̉̽̄v̴̧͎̼͎̅ȇ̸̻͝ ̶̤̲̯͇̹͂͐ä̸̛̛͓̭͈́͋͘ǹ̸̠̼̼́d̸͇͖̊̓͊̕͘ ̵̰͍͔̆a̸͙͆̇͠r̶̛̘͙̐̎͛̕ͅȩ̵̖̜͊͜ͅ ̷̯̈́̀̀̌l̶̳̎͝ͅe̶͇̻̤̐̽f̶̼̩́̾͜t̶̳̝̳̘̾͆̉͝ ̸̣́̓w̴͚̭̝̉̀́̈́ḯ̵͔̰͍̈̆ḷ̸̱̭͉́l̸̗̦̲͈̙͑̀̀̒́ ̶̙͍̳̎̊́̕͘b̶̰̮͋͆e̴̡̛̳̼̭̱͋̉͆̽ ̷̨̜͈̻̥̾c̸̟̤̻̖̈́̓̊̚͝â̸̧̮̙̩̞͋̐ǘ̸̪̕g̷̡̝̞̖͕̈̌h̵̦̲͖͓̄́͌t̴̝͌̓ ̷̖͓͋͑͝͠t̴̡̻̫̓̂̓̚o̴̩͔̥͈̺͆̉̀̏g̸̞̾̈́e̷̫̓̿͊t̴̟̼̦̜̽̍̌͒͘ḧ̴̡̢̫̂̋̊e̵̺̗͋r̵̻͕̳̮̬͋̈́́͠ ̷̰̺͠ä̸͉͊͘̕n̵͙͙̔͐͗̚d̴̘̔ ̵̡̫̹̰̔̆̇r̶̙̼͉̩͙̆͗̽ó̸̺̝͔̟͂̍̽͠d̴̩̻̮̻̺́ẻ̴̡̙̺͕́͌ ̷̯̮̫̊̊͜t̷̛̘o̶̫̤͍͎̒̈̈́̈́́ ̷̜̙́̊t̴̮̦̓̒̓͜h̵̨̉̃̈́̃e̷̬̥͘ ̷̧̨̳͚̜̏̚d̵̢̡̖͇̾͛ë̷̞͖́p̴̢̫̃͒̿͌t̴̢͋̄͋̈́̆h̸̡͍̣̜̥̏̏s̷̪̗͚̻̺̑̋ ̷̱̬̻̦̅́̏̈́w̷̨̥̮̎̿h̷͇̦̐̒͌͠e̸͙̩̗̔̃̑͂r̵̙͖͂͑͛̇͜e̵͎͎̠̼̓̈̔͝ ̷̮̤̗͓̌͑̉͘ͅț̶̢̯͗̃͑h̷͉̍ȩ̶͓̟͉̻̈́i̸̪̳̠͚̤̋͐͂r̸̟̮̝̬̠̎͌ ̸̡͍̞̌̍̄̐̓f̵͍̱̝͓̒́̋̔a̶̛̲͐̀̚t̷͖͛͗ë̵̙̤́̀̕͝ ̶̨̤͍̅͝͠l̶̬̫͉͑͗̀í̸̫̼̗̹̑͛̓ě̴͉̰̊ṣ̷̼̃̈͊̕ ̷̟̔̂͜b̷̦͍̬̮̝͊̆͆ü̴̖̺̫͖̾̋͜r̷̡̦̙̻̤̎̈̅̈ņ̷͚̘̤̻̎i̴͍͈̰̥͇̿̀̋͝n̶̼͓̬͛g̶͇̺͕̺͐̔̊ ̶̥̙̼͊̂̇ͅỉ̵̲̼̰̐n̷̲̲̩̂͒̈́͝ ̴̨̱͍̹͂̽͛͠ḥ̷͇̜̓͐̀ọ̵̜̱́͋̓͂t̷̛̜̖̬͋͑͝͝ͅ ̸̺̿̌̆t̷̑̔ͅe̷̛͖͛͌͛̌m̷̧̹͗̑̀p̷̱̲̫͗̂͑́͠e̵̙͙̠̳͑̆̔͐̐͜r̸͉͉̱̾́͜e̵̹̐d̵̢̛̬͍̅ ̷̧͔̩̜̼̆p̴̜̂ͅo̶̤͑̋̑̈́͐o̶̢̜̳̲̓́́̈l̶̢̼̠͂͜s̷̲̫͒̎̍ ̴̛̩̳̰̀̋o̸̡̫͂̄̃̀͐f̶̮͓͖̘͂̀̾̾̚ ̴̰̞̬̱͋̀̍͐̐ͅṟ̷̾̀͘͘̚e̷̬̼̼̪̊̐̇̊͘ṫ̷̰̼̦̠̙̈́̌̕ŗ̶̢̘̦͊̃͋͂͜i̶̛̥̠̗̕͝b̷̘̥͔͕͂͑̾̄͝ŭ̵͚̠̜̘͓̽̈́̈́ẗ̷̢̩͉̺́̋̅ì̶̿͜ͅo̸͉̯͐͒͋ͅṉ̴̪̠͛͛͜.̷̹̪̣͆̏͠ F̸̧͉̳̩̱͔̭̗̮͆̔̒̀͠ơ̸͚̖̆̎͂͂̕r̸̛̬̩̟͚̯͇̥̯̿̀̈̒ ̵͚̲̩͖̣̲͕̇̔̅̃̆̓͐̆͜͝͠Į̶͍͈̪͉̈̈́̇́ ̴̡̝̘̮͉͇̼̠̖̳͚̪̅́̆̈́͂̓̉̕á̷͖͊͛̂̎̈́͗̅̎̈̿̔m̵̘͚̩͓̱̥͉̦̘̂̒ ̴̪͇̙͎͇̓̐̅̌͝y̵̨̤̻̬̩͍̺̱̥̆̽̅ơ̶̙̭̯͚͔̘̯̬͎̮̞͐͐̽̐͗͛̓̓͋́̓ų̷͖̹̹̩̗̹̝̒͋̃̏̒̔͐̐̋̂̔͠r̵̨̛͔͓̻̈͋̊̈́̈̊͠ ̶̡̳̘̟̉͛̓͗̾̈͒́̀̕͝m̸̧͖̪͔̰̫̻̳͕̟̿̓́̐̀͝ą̸̛̮̤̖͓̣͑̇̓̑̐͊s̸̙̗̖͖̮̫͍̙͓̑̔̋̉̒̒̕t̶̘̯̹͋̀̐̔͛̍͑e̵̻̼̖̜̪͍̥̠̗̐̌͌̓͊́̏̆͜ͅr̴̡͉͙̙͙̂̋͑́̉̇͛ ̷̺̄̀̀̊̕͝a̶̧̤̝̝̰̬̐̎̎͊̈̈́̏͘͜ņ̷͙̫̗͇̘̑̃̽͒̎͜d̴̺̖̣̫͚͂͝ ̴̢̲͉̳̘̞͔̻̂̂̇̉̓́͆̎͋͝y̷͚̦̼̪͗o̶̹̭̖͎͕̳͙͈͗͐̾û̵̢̼͓̻̹̀̓͗̑ ̵̛̘̣̝̯̙̊̃̓̔̈́́̈́̐̋͝ẁ̶̡̻͕͓͓̣̈͆̈́̅͌̋̾̕̕͝i̶̡͙̲͉͙̝̣̜͗́͑̈́̕ͅḻ̸̬̪͔̯̠̣̂l̷̛̜͝͠ ̶̨̣̼̙̘̟̲̖͔̐́͊̀̏̄ỏ̴̳͉̥̓͛͘̚͜͠b̶̬̀͐̈́͒͂͆̈́̈̽͂͘̚e̶̡̛̥̒ͅy̶̢̩͖̜̤̺̞͈͌̐̋̑̀͑̆ͅ ̸͚̙̘̝̦̭̯̫̰̗̯̂̂̇̈́̉̂̀́̐t̴̗̯͔̗̰͖̏̈́̀̐̉̌̊̀̈̂ḩ̴͈͕̤̤̥̖͓̥̆͂͒é̵̛̬̝̲͙̜̳͎͍̼͜ͅṡ̸͉̰͖͇͕͉̳͓̘̰̩̑ȩ̴̛̖̲̯̪͇̠͉̲͋̓͑̉̏̓́͝ ̷̹͎͎̦̦̹͔͉̼̔w̴̤̳̱̖͖͉͖̓͛͛̃̇͗͋͑̓̕͜͜͝ợ̷̢̳̯̜͔̣͙̭̯̳̋͑́͊̾̐̕̚͝ͅr̵̭̅͝d̵͕̹̼̞͇͓̪̮̓̀̆͊̅̇͗͝ͅś̷̻͓̜͉̱̭̣̮̫͈̍̂͛̂̍͑̀̽́͝͠ ̸̝̠̻̺̙̱̞̍̀̾̈́́̉͘ͅa̶͉͚͑̒̉͊͂n̴̛̯͖͐͋̍̎̈́̕͜͝d̷̝̱̖̜̙̚ ̷͕̠̫̮̤͇̮̙͈́́̒̃͆͂̐͆̚͝d̵̥͇͈̯̳̟̻̱̾r̶͍̟͆͐̈i̷̩̹͙̩̼̙̲͓̰͓̱̤̽̿͑n̷̡͈̫̦̣̻̄̆͆̽͗̆͗̓̆́ķ̷͙͓̭̫͙̪̦̈ ̷̪͗͐͘͝͝ÿ̶̝̆̃̈́̚͝ơ̴̞̲͙̲͒̏̊̾̔̚͜͠u̵̧̲͖͇̗̝͓͂̅̔͑̉͝ͅr̵̢̗̞͕̻͈͉͔̺͖͒͌́͒͘ ̶̢̡͉̲͖͍̟͂̀͛̾̒̀͛f̸̢͔̙̙͉̹̣̗͌́̽͛̒̽͋̎͋́̚͜͝į̸̛̼̬̣̐͒̈́̽̽͐̋l̵̨͍͚̦̬͉͚̠̫̀̊̒ͅl̵̛̙̪̣̘̝̗̺͍̲̖͖̙͂͛̀͐́͋͗̎͆ ̷̝̖̱̳̫͔̓̀̈́̓͌͆̐͑o̵͉͒͗̅̉̆͐͑̀̑̚f̷̢̘̟̼͖͔͕͍̮̻͍̄ ̸̛̝̺͔̫͕̩̩̙̦̞̒́͘ḋ̴̙͈͛́̋̅́̑́̌̇̃ȉ̶̢̱̰̗̠̠̹̍̓̀̂̊͆̆͋̀̔͠š̵̡̺̩͕͍̯̯̭̯̫̰̪̌̏̒̆̓̿̆̀̊̍̚ć̷̨̧̛̟͙̜̩̬̋̊̅͝ö̷̩̺͔́ư̶̡̛̬̖̘̼̝̦̙̦͗́̽̓̆̆͂͝ͅǹ̶͎̮̮̲̲͚̹̿̆̇́̌͑̄͋͛̀͊t̴̡̼̱̙͈̥̣͉͓͉̾̔̈̾͐̓̚͠͝ͅ ̸̨̗̜̠̹̫̘̝̱̍̓͐̒̈́͜ͅb̶̧̛̰̪̮͍̪͕͓͛͊͗é̵̛͚̚ȓ̴̨̡͚̙̆͌̉͛͠͝ͅr̶̙̩͈̪̐͑̑̐͜͝͠i̸̧̥͍̍͗̉͌̏̎̂̋̌̈̚̕e̷̫̺͚̤̔̑̇̈́̉̅̃͊͑̊̏̕ș̴̌̍̄̆̐̄̈́͌̌̀́ ̸̡̙̥̣̥̫̽̀̉̈́̌̅̇̽̆͘͠͝a̶̟͊̌̂̋n̸̛̛̹͙̘̹͓̈́̆͑̇̑̐̒̀̒̈́ḑ̵̳̲̖͓̼̠͕̱̠͈̯̀͆̽̃̈́̌̄̋ ̴̤̓̈́͂̌̌͗̒̍̉̍͗͊c̸̗̤̥͈̲̟̟̠̭͖̏̈ͅr̴̡̩͇̠̺̱͐͂̽̐̀̎͋̊̚͝ë̵̩͓̜̯̖̮̫͓̱̉̀̀͠ḁ̶̳͎̩̱̠̏͊̊͘m̶̛̼̠̯͊̃͑̓́ͅ.̴̢̡̧̗̖̙͌̀͊́͜ ̴̰͑

this is very much me projecting my own trauma onto a character but i just want to write yuzuha as this personification of female fury. something that threatens to boil to the surface after being disregarded for many generations. a vessel that contains a sorrow so permeating and agonizing. it's also something that's also just so straightforward. pure. something that burns everything that threatens to distinguish it. feminine rage is a call to something that was never right, and the revelation that the things that had happened to your life were never okay in the first place. and the realization that this wrongness permeates every facet of your life.

hey guys

sorry for going awol for the past couple of months or so. this has honestly been through life getting extremely busy for me (school, work, s c h o o l) and honestly, also due to the fact that i’ve lost a bit of muse for roleplay and fandom as a result.

i know i still have a couple of drafts i need to go through tho, so in a couple of weeks i will try my best to clear up my inbox and get back in touch with some of you guys once i’ve finally cleared up my unholy godforsaken schedule

ttyl!!

Hi my mother has given me two weeks to move out of her apartment bc I politely asked her not to bring materials by a known antisemite and transphobe around me, her gay trans Jewish son, thereby cementing exactly what she values over me while yelling that I can simply just not look and because she's an adult she can do whatever she wants regardless of how I feel. Yes I know this is a lot and I don't really care if it's stressful or ooc or disruptive. I don't have anywhere to go or much money. I can't rent anywhere much less move in with someone and I literally have two weeks before I am simply thrown downtown with whatever I can fit in a backpack.

heres where you can donate money. I don't have anywhere people can donate any other resources aside from p*ypal and c*shapp. I don't have any relatives or friends I can move in with on short notice or at all.

unprompted ask. //closed thread

@protectivemuses said: “What I know or don’t know isn’t any of your business. When it affects Toman, then I’ll announce what I know. There’s no sense in opening my mouth about something I have no idea if it’s true or just a bullshit hypothesis.” Besides, if he sat there and said he thought Baji was simply trying to get information on Kisaki, he had no proof to back it up. Which was the main problem. Plus, it’d raise suspicion to make such a bold claim with no reason for it, and he wasn’t the one the others needed to be watching out for. The pack of ice barely misses his face, though he’s thankful it does because otherwise.. yeah, that would have hurt. And his eye was damaged enough without help. It does, on the other hand, bounce off his jaw on the uninjured side so he has that going for him, he guesses. “I don’t need condolences, and he could’ve said that himself. What I need, is a way to guarantee for Baji-san to come back. It isn’t like him to just throw something so important to him away, so I’m sure somehow we can get him to come back.”

“Ends up being my business when I get my hands on it. I’ve been officially designated to make anything Toman-adjacent my business. Thought you knew the system by now. Keep up, Fufu-kun -- or did he beat your ass that hard that you got a brain bleed?”

He scoffed.

“Valhalla kids sure know how to keep their mouths shut. Kept blabbering on about how Baji turned your ass into curry paste.” He rolled his eyes. “But let’s roll it back to the subject, shall we?”

He squatted in front of him like a preschool teacher about to scold a tiny child for hogging the toys for themselves. “Why is it that Baji would want to beat you into said aforementioned paste?”

It’s not like he’d admit it to Chifuyu, but Draken has the same idea. That Baji, out of all the founding members of Toman, would not have been the one to do something as disrespectful as this. But Ayumu knows how quickly people can flip a switch if given an opportunity they wouldn’t refuse.

What was it that Valhalla had that Toman didn’t have? Perhaps this was the problem he was trying to solve.

“You think this has anything to do with Kazutora Hanemiya, by any chance?”

Here’s a couple basic things of Ayumu and his role in Toman in mine and @mouja‘s plots I’d like to share for plot purposes:

His main role in Toman was to be a scout, gathering information on rival and internal threats - he mainly reported to Draken.

He already had knowledge about Valhalla and had gain suspicions about Kisaki very early on - obviously there were things he couldn’t point out, but that hockey stick eyebrowed mf made him feel iffy.

Tenjiku’s attack, however, was completely unprecedented to everyone including him lmfao. He heard of Izana Kurokawa - but had no fucking idea what was in store.

He was dedicated to Mikey’s dream and had his own form of naïveté about it - it meant preserving a place in this world where people like him could truly belong. Toman became the only family he knew, and he was absolutely protective of it.

This was to the point where he would get into shouting matches with Draken about the state of things and how Mikey’s actions are going to cost the gang. He was someone who actively tried to voice his concerns and tried to get to the bottom of things.

> has an urge to go full buang when playing izana

> izana canonically barely knows his pinoy heritage and in my good ending, he’s just reconnecting :(

> bebot levels are capped

fuck it, i’ll make an au verse where he was raised by his actual mom and her side of the family so i can post shit like this

playlist : kagemori, ayumu

it's official ! full judicial ! ends in physical ! this i know !

so i'm pretty sure most of you know absolutely nothing about my OCs, but here's a little playlist full of punchy rock ballads dedicated to ayumu: smart ass supreme with a PhD in instigating.

playlist : 梵天 (bonten)

industrial: rock, hip hop, noise. learn more about the process below:

i figured i might as well go ahead and post this one as well - had this one for quite a while. made it when i got a little miffed seeing bonten playlists with nothing but top 100 club bangers in it. no hate to anyone at all, but i needed something that actually speaks bonten to me when i'm writing.

this is super dark. lots of industrial and noise in this one. the only thing that i'd say that has any kind of party beat to it is the $uicideboy$ and well, LMFAOOO: read the title of that track. pretty self explanatory.

i don't listen to a lot of industrial - specifically industrial noise: it's an acquired taste. you get deep into what it offers you and you feel like you just stumbled across some shit you shouldn't have. probably would put you on a list or something LMFAO. so what i've put in here is super surface level to say the least, but still pretty intense imo.

more or less, i wanted to explore bonten!mikey's state of mind and health as we get deeper into the playlist. that feeling of power you get at being at the top of your game. the depravity that you end up subjecting yourself to. the anguish that comes along with embracing your darkness.

now i need a fucking cigarette. lol.

playlist : haitani, rindou

first public playlist for a muse! decided to go ahead and post some side stuff while i'm still indebted to my university to make essays (lmao ugh). this is probably the type of stuff rindou listens to. check it if you ever just want to dance in front of a mirror and act a fool.

will always be updating and changing around these playlists sporadically too.

KID GOREGEOUS SENTENCE STARTERS // always accepting

@mouja said: " this is so much nicer than what i’m about to do. " [ baji > mikey ]

He raised his guard, raising his arms as Keisuke’s fist tried to make a beeline for his face. Too bad he’s so fucking predictable with his moves.

“Hey Keisuke. Am I going to have to remind you who runs things around here?”

“Don’t make me act like a fool at the Denny’s parking lot. I’m warning you.”