Kageyama Shigeo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
centile) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
deercountry2023-02-01 06:28 pm
centile) wrote in deercountry2023-02-01 06:28 pm
feb catchall with some open prompts
Who: mob and whoever!
What: february tdm prompts, other, just a general catchall
When: february and potentially onward
Where: around the trench
Content Warnings: none atm, to be added when relevant in threads.
gift giving, mostly for cr but open for all
[as a warmblood mob begins having the urge to give gifts. in truth this is seamless, easily picked up by his general wish to show appreciation for the people who have made this difficult situation better. it's one of the most valuable lessons he's learned, that he should be grateful for the people in his life, the ones who helped him grow and change. especially here, where it would have been easy to be alone.
so! gifts. anyone mob has cr with is fair game. if he'd know where they live he might leave them in their mailbox, at their door. it often won't come with any note but if it does it will be something simple, like 'i hope you like this' signed with his name.
he might seek the person out, bundled up in a sweater, jacket, scarf, gloves, muffled when he holds it out and says,] Here.
[anyone he met could get this treatment. people he hasn't met yet? also possible, if maybe they're sitting alone or just give off any air of being down. please feel free to bend the situation to anything needed.
the sort of things he might give away:
- any cool rock he just found, especially shiny ones
- any cool sea shell he found, again bonus points for shiny
- a little plant in a little pot, usually something simple that could be found around, herb or flower or fern
- a misshapen bonsai. he's still learning, okay
- scarves or mitten gloves, usually very ugly and bulky
- any of the chocolatier's chocolates. (note, none of the horny/romantics ones eaten around him, but feel free to take it and use it later if you want)
- wildcard of some odd thing he may have found in a shop or on the far shore. a brooch? a gear? etc, sky's the limit go nuts.]
chocolates, open to all
[the chocolatier doesn't seem to bother mob much. most things don't so this isn't surprising. the state of it's soul is a whole can of worms but anyone is free to see him talking to the creature at one point or the other, seemingly nonplussed as he allows it a few drops of his blood and is gifted chocolate in return.
he'll examine one before popping it into his mouth-
if it's caramel he'll blink, and the first person he sees he'll just... start following. this gives the mixed impression of being imprinted on by a baby duck but also one of those spooky, quiet kids you don't hear coming and is just there when you turn around.
does it look like there's snow in your way? he quickly lifts a hand to push it out of the way with a burst of telekinesis. shivering? have his scarf, his hat, his jacket. when addressed at all he'll just blink and say,] Is something wrong? Can I help?
[have fun.]
[if it's strawberry a muted grey will start oozing from him, not unlike paint in water. everything about it is subdued, smells around the area vanish to nothing when too close, sounds softening. he doesn't seem to register it, goes about his day.
maybe he'll be found stopping to look up at some batcats on the roof of a random house in crenshaw, a little flare of golden warmth coming from him before it's sucked up by the grey again.] They're really cute. [is what he'll placidly inform anyone who stops to look as well.
maybe there will be a beast howl coming from the outskirts of the city by the farther shores, in which that grey will briefly go spiky and dark before muting back to normal. someone nearby will get glanced at.] We should get away.
[feel free to put any situation you want here as well.]
[if it's peacan everything will seem normal until one of his legs just... gives out. he falls into the snow, blinking, and can now be found just lying off the side of one of the main crenshaw roads.
just looking up at the sky, not particularly alarmed but given snow is starting to accumulate over his body it doesn't look comfortable. in fact he's starting to look pale and shaky from the cold if it's been long enough. if someone checks in he'll look up to them and say,] The chocolates aren't very nice.
[chocolatier betrayed him.]
[wildcard; if you want to do one of the other tdm prompts or something else please let me know! pm here or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
dichotomy
What: february tdm prompts, other, just a general catchall
When: february and potentially onward
Where: around the trench
Content Warnings: none atm, to be added when relevant in threads.
gift giving, mostly for cr but open for all
[as a warmblood mob begins having the urge to give gifts. in truth this is seamless, easily picked up by his general wish to show appreciation for the people who have made this difficult situation better. it's one of the most valuable lessons he's learned, that he should be grateful for the people in his life, the ones who helped him grow and change. especially here, where it would have been easy to be alone.
so! gifts. anyone mob has cr with is fair game. if he'd know where they live he might leave them in their mailbox, at their door. it often won't come with any note but if it does it will be something simple, like 'i hope you like this' signed with his name.
he might seek the person out, bundled up in a sweater, jacket, scarf, gloves, muffled when he holds it out and says,] Here.
[anyone he met could get this treatment. people he hasn't met yet? also possible, if maybe they're sitting alone or just give off any air of being down. please feel free to bend the situation to anything needed.
the sort of things he might give away:
- any cool rock he just found, especially shiny ones
- any cool sea shell he found, again bonus points for shiny
- a little plant in a little pot, usually something simple that could be found around, herb or flower or fern
- a misshapen bonsai. he's still learning, okay
- scarves or mitten gloves, usually very ugly and bulky
- any of the chocolatier's chocolates. (note, none of the horny/romantics ones eaten around him, but feel free to take it and use it later if you want)
- wildcard of some odd thing he may have found in a shop or on the far shore. a brooch? a gear? etc, sky's the limit go nuts.]
chocolates, open to all
[the chocolatier doesn't seem to bother mob much. most things don't so this isn't surprising. the state of it's soul is a whole can of worms but anyone is free to see him talking to the creature at one point or the other, seemingly nonplussed as he allows it a few drops of his blood and is gifted chocolate in return.
he'll examine one before popping it into his mouth-
if it's caramel he'll blink, and the first person he sees he'll just... start following. this gives the mixed impression of being imprinted on by a baby duck but also one of those spooky, quiet kids you don't hear coming and is just there when you turn around.
does it look like there's snow in your way? he quickly lifts a hand to push it out of the way with a burst of telekinesis. shivering? have his scarf, his hat, his jacket. when addressed at all he'll just blink and say,] Is something wrong? Can I help?
[have fun.]
[if it's strawberry a muted grey will start oozing from him, not unlike paint in water. everything about it is subdued, smells around the area vanish to nothing when too close, sounds softening. he doesn't seem to register it, goes about his day.
maybe he'll be found stopping to look up at some batcats on the roof of a random house in crenshaw, a little flare of golden warmth coming from him before it's sucked up by the grey again.] They're really cute. [is what he'll placidly inform anyone who stops to look as well.
maybe there will be a beast howl coming from the outskirts of the city by the farther shores, in which that grey will briefly go spiky and dark before muting back to normal. someone nearby will get glanced at.] We should get away.
[feel free to put any situation you want here as well.]
[if it's peacan everything will seem normal until one of his legs just... gives out. he falls into the snow, blinking, and can now be found just lying off the side of one of the main crenshaw roads.
just looking up at the sky, not particularly alarmed but given snow is starting to accumulate over his body it doesn't look comfortable. in fact he's starting to look pale and shaky from the cold if it's been long enough. if someone checks in he'll look up to them and say,] The chocolates aren't very nice.
[chocolatier betrayed him.]
[wildcard; if you want to do one of the other tdm prompts or something else please let me know! pm here or
no subject
[his mistakes are catastrophic though.
but sunny speaks and he listens, warmth seeping back into him. this feels like it's going to end in her death and his stomach already twists. (ritsu on the pavement. 56%)]
Violin's really hard I heard. [all he has to say about that, ready to hear more.]
no subject
He takes a few moments before he continues, having to focus on breathing in and out to keep himself calm.]
It is, but Mari never seemed to have any problems with piano. Or maybe I just never saw her mistakes because she worked so hard. [Breathe in and out.]
The day before the recital we were practicing and I kept messing up and Mari wasn't understanding why I couldn't do it. I kept trying to tell her but she wasn't listening.
[There are tears beading in his eyes now as he hugs his legs even tighter.]
I wanted to get away. I went up the stairs but she wouldn't leave me alone. She kept yelling at me and all I could do was blame the violin, so I threw it down the stairs. It broke.
[A long pause.] All of my friends and Mari had saved up for it at Christmas time for me. And I smashed it.
no subject
of course they don't really fight anymore, not until the alley, if that counted. ritsu never tried to pressure him. he never yelled. that part is hard to picture. was what happened with mari and sunny normal? was that how siblings acted?
he refocuses, especially on the way sunny curls in on himself. he looked smaller. was this the big mistake? he wishes it was, though he has a sinking feeling it isn't.] Things got worse, didn't they?
cw death, falls from height
Sunny doesn't want to say that it's true, though. It felt bad to speak ill about her like that. Like he was blaming her.]
They did. [They got way worse. It was now at the point that Sunny had to try very hard not to shut down. He had to say it. He had to see someone react to it.]
She got even more mad. Couldn't understand why I did it. [He shakes his head.] I just... wanted to get away. I tried to get by her but she wouldn't let me. [Even though he's trying to control his breathing, it's getting heavier.]
She blocked me. So I pushed her.
[He stops, staring forward.]
She fell down the stairs. And died. [He presses his hands against his head, head curling up against his knees.]
I killed her. [His voice is so small.]
no subject
(60% 70% 80%)
he can't move his arms still but finally his power pours through, blue-green-purple lighting it up as he manipulates his arm up, his hand out, his fingers to brush against sunny's knee, reaching for his hand. to try and take it, the faintest furrow in his brow, his eyes stinging.]
I don't hate you. [he says quietly.] Sometimes... sometimes things happen we can't control.
[(90%) a tear beads at the corner of his eyes.] Sometimes bad things happen we can't stop, that we don't mean to happen. Sometimes things are unfair.
I'm sorry.
no subject
He'd done something terrible. So terrible. And that wasn't even the end of things. But he couldn't say it. He could barely breathe. That wasn't only his sin to bear, anyway. That was Basil's too.
The light feeling of fingers brushing against his leg makes him look up, eyes red. For a moment he can only stare, before realizing that Mob's hand was reaching out for his own. He hesitates for a second, before taking it. Squeezing it a little tightly.
He didn't hate him.]
She didn't deserve that. I didn't want it to happen I- [Though it had been an accident, some horrible part of himself always wondered if he'd done it on purpose. That he was truly a monster.] I hurt everyone so much.
no subject
[the power squeezes a little, flares of purple-blue curling.]
no subject
I-I know. If someone else were telling me this I'd think the same thing. But- [But it's so much harder when it's yourself. Judging yourself comes more naturally than judging others.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath.] I start to wonder if maybe I actually did it on purpose. If I- if I actually hated her. [Neither of these things are true. He loved Mari very much and never would have done it on purpose.]
no subject
being kind to yourself is harder than it should be, especially in the face of guilt over something that can never really be fixed and returned to what it was.]
You didn't. [said so simply.] Hate her I mean. Sorry, I guess I shouldn't say how you feel but I don't think you'd worry about that if you really felt that way deep down.
You wouldn't use what she taught you to help me either, I don't think, if you hated her.
no subject
That almost felt natural.]
No- No, I don't mind you saying how I feel. [He thinks Mob is right, anyway, if he digs past the self hatred to the truth of the matter.] That's- [He hesitates.]
I wouldn't miss her so much if I really hated her, would I? So... you're right.
no subject
god, it's hard to imagine what he would have done if ritsu- if ritsu wasn't okay. how sunny manages at all shows how strong he is. mob doesn't think he could be that strong. if he had-
he blinks. his eyes sting just a little.]
Sunny... I think you're really strong. I don't- I don't know if most people could be as strong as you are.
no subject
[All and all, Sunny was kind of awful. Or at least he thought so. He was trying to think that less, though. Mari would have... would have wanted him to forgive himself, wouldn't she?]
no subject
I don't think taking time makes you weaker.
no subject
That's... true.
There's just a lot I regret about it now. But... I can't go back and change what I did, so I have to do better now.
no subject
Sorry, maybe that's not helpful but... I'm really glad you're here, Sunny.