@mujakinikorosu / mujakinikorosu.tumblr.com
This blog has been around for years, and while I love my original character to bits, developing him has been a struggle since I don't spend as much time on Tumblr as I did back then. I have made a few attempts on reviving him but I'm content on writing replies when I am able to, and not be pressured to write a masterpiece with every other character that passes my dash. I only have so much energy, after all. I take my time in writing, and I extend the same grace to my roleplay partners. Asks are always welcome and I am always up for plotting. I have a job now and I work 6 days and the one day of rest I get, I spend it on either hospital appointments or actual rest so please be understanding. Naoto also has a twitter account if anyone is interested. Interactions are more fast-paced there.
[ DRUNK ] : for your muse to look after mine while drunk //Drunk!Clare
The short fighter was prepared for this. Clarence was much taller than him but Naoto picked the older man up in his arms with ease, his daily training proved to be very useful at times like this. It was almost comical to see Naoto getting covered by the very body he’s holding up like a baby but no one dared say a thing. Naoto nodded once and made his way slowly to their home, occasionally bouncing Clarence to be more comfortable in his arms. Why didn’t he carry the hairdresser on his back, you ask? Well, he did that once and tripped over Clarence’s hair into the asphalt halfway to their home so he made sure to gather Clarence’s hair with hairclips and styled them to front of Clarence so that little Naoto could avoid the same incident happening. He didn’t want to get scolded again for hurting his ‘pretty’ face.
[ STUDY ] : for your muse to join mine to study / read [ PICNIC ] : for your muse to join mine on a picnic //Clarence
The weather had been warm enough for sakura trees to blossom in its full glory. Naoto was particularly giddy that he’s under the canopy of pink leaves, some blown in the wind as if greeting him into the spring. He didn’t know how a tree could be so beautiful that he tried to catch the petals in his palm.
When one landed so slowly upon that palm, Naoto cupped it with his other hand and skipped to Clarence who was sitting where they had set up a simple picnic.
“Look, look!”
Naoto showed the older his hand but the petal was already blown by the wind that he came back emptyhanded.
“Ah.”
I love how we collectively agree and give Tumblr Staff the benefit of the doubt whenever something in Tumblr breaks, while on Twitter, whenever something breaks (again) we curse out Elon like a sailor on the Davy Jones.
Going to take my meds and then draft answers for asks, hehe thank you Tala for the asks. I wrote a plotted starter tonight so I already feel accomplished. If anyone is interested in an emotionally-constipated private investigator slash yakuza member with hero complex and obsession over his Oto-sama, his adopted father, hit me up-
"You're that rich rich guy, right?"
"...Are you fucking with me?"
Yohan glared at the older man who seems too small for Yohan to be beating up to a pulp; blue hair with shiny blue eyes that looks like dead fish, he recognized this fucker. He was the guy who bought off all of his stolen shoes one time, even paying more than the retail price. Yohan doubted anyone would need that many shoes and he himself didn't exactly have that much charm to fool someone like the rich heir of the yakuza group or some shit. (How would a minor know about the yakuza bureaucracy anyway? And Yohan wouldn't know if this person was the heir of a yakuza group..)
This fucker definitely emitted the same energy as someone he knew. (Gun.) Some entitled men who would only enjoy life by fighting and winning physical altercations. The confidence this shortie had that Yohan would not immediately beat him to a pulp is something else.
In a fit of childish rebellion, Yohan swung his legs to the man in front of him, intending to knock the smug rich fucker out. His body spun fast, faster than he could register what happened.
The boy is still selling shoes.
That was his first thought as he approached the familiar boy with a mullet haircut. He didn't look as battered today and that somehow makes Naoto feel relieved. The fact that he's still selling nearby where they first met meant that Naoto didn't scare him off too.
He had wanted to offer to buy the shoes again but he was surprised with the boy's question.
He recognized the shoes strung together with the shoelaces and brought around as merchandise, an unfortunate side-effects of having photographic memory. The shoes belonged to the members of another gang who controlled this part of town, some of them had encountered Naoto before and tried to mug him before Naoto put them in their place. Yakuza operated better than to be hostile to another gang's leader, clearly these thugs were not that well-trained in etiquette, just talented in street fights. (Not that Naoto is that trained himself, he just obeyed the rules that once Oto-sama told him.)
So the shoes this boy are selling were stolen from them..
The homeless teenager must be good at fighting then. Naoto doubted they would just handed their still usable (and pristine) shoes over. So in his horrible attempt at being friendly, he asked the boy to spar with him in exchange for money. He didn't say that he would hold back, though he didn't expect the same courtesy.
A kick at his face, easily avoided by stepping back, the boy had some reach. So while the leg was in the air, Naoto caught an ankle, barely straining the teenager's long legs but definitely stopped him from using that leg.
"You have advantage. Both height and power."
Naoto stepped aside and let go of the ankle abruptly.
"Just a bit impatient."
Naoto noticed a girl in the vicinity and he spun the other way to avoid splash damaging her from their sparring. They were both unarmed but you can never be too careful.
Got a video of a body. It's not clear and the body is not one of the list, so it's not useful to me. Blocked the account.
psa. tiny psa on au characterization. how a muse thinks, how a muse acts, and everything surrounding their entire existence usually depends on what they have been through, just like a real person is shaped by the events they experience and the people they meet (ordon’t meet). please note that sometimes there’s bits of characterization you cannot carry over into alternate universes unless you have decided to translate something as closely as you can —– and that means sometimes you’ll see things on your dash and think ‘that’s not them.’ and you’re right. it’s not always them. because in some au’s, the events that made them who they are never happened. that doesn’t mean the bones aren’t there. that doesn’t mean it’s ooc. it means that it’s an alternate version based and shaped around alternate events. it is cause and effect. when you explore a character, especially a canon one, you don’t just have to stick their canon personality into every verse you think up. it’s okay to change that based on the changes made. it’s realistic to change that based on the changes made. there will always be similarities (as I said, the bones will always be there, especially with things concerning said muse that are internal rather than external) but I repeat —– alternate versions, and alternate universes, are based and shaped around alternate events.
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A new update rolled out that allows people to blaze your posts. Now, this is fine on paper. If somebody else wants to blaze a post they found funny on your behalf, that's their choice. However, as RP blogs, we don't want some rando mistaking a rp reply for a fanfic or some weird scenario such as that and blaze your post, causing a lot of unwanted attention. Stay frosty.
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This has been a PSA.
I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.
on a related note:
And for the people asking “Well if you don’t support it irl then why would you like it in fiction?!” Because when it’s happening irl real people are suffering and dying and that’s horrible and I’d never want that. But when it’s fiction, when no real people are being hurt or killed, it’s interesting to explore the experience, the effects it may have, and to an extent experience the emotions involved without actually having to experience the horrible thing. You explore scary, dangerous things from a safe distance.
It’s the same reason I love disaster movies and don’t love actual disasters. I mean, if someone can’t intuit the difference between watching a movie like 2012 and yelling “cool!” when LA slides into the ocean and being horrified at the real life effects of global warming and the idea of millions of people dying as a result, then *I* am not the one with the problem.
[First image: A heavily-overlapping venn diagram labelled “things I like in works of fiction” and “things I would never approve of in real life”
Second image: A venn diagram labelled “things I like in fanfiction” and “things I actually want to see happen in canon”. The circles overlap, but barely.]
Missed writing so going to try revive this blog. Feel free to follow/unfollow.
i disappear sometimes. it’s my thing.
