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the one where makima pops bocchi the rock
Who: makima & co! that could be you!
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!
Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!
Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.
@ THE DOG HOUSE (FOR HOUSEMATE CR AND BODY SWAPS)
makima continues her daily routine, her baking, cooking, cleaning, walking, movie nights and time for herself away from it all. “errands”, she’d call them. some of them were to pick up after mob’s mess; other times, to simply have lunch alone in a table at the red district, or going out for a drink. she’d call a meeting for the boys at one point after mob’s event, pointing out how it was important, now more than ever, to have each other’s backs. take care of each other. like a family.
and trust in her to help, just as she is helping mob with his abilities in a frightening way: it’s all under control.
like. quite literally.
you may find her in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, sweet-smelling and beautiful to look at. her dogs are as affectionate as ever. she may be sitting on the couch one late at night watching a movie by herself, or reading a book she’s borrowed from the archives about the pthumerians.
whatever she’s doing, she’s always available. she just might not be too happy, depending on the timing.
(in fact, she just looks sour) ]
Sunny in Mob's body time
But Sunny could not have been prepared for what it was like in Mob's body, and having access to incredible psychic power. It could have easily been overwhelming and maybe it would have if he hadn't felt the vague tugging of Shigeo at the back of his mind. So, he was still here. Odd. What did that mean for Mob? That couldn't have been good.
Regardless, when Sunny sat down to focus on where his emotions were leading him, it certainly felt like they were being influenced. Which was fine, truthfully. Shigeo deserved to have some say in what happened to him on a day to day basis. He lets these feelings guide him throughout the day- floating objects from the other side of the room so he could easily grab them, opening the windows when it was getting too stuffy. Useful things, but also simply enjoying the powers. Hovering things around for fun, testing out using his powers to fly himself and then sitting on the roof next to a batcat.
Ultimately a pretty fine day, considering he'd had his body swapped with someone else's.
At least until later when he walks through the house and past the kitchen to see Makima cooking up something. It smelled good, of course, but that was hardly the point. Sunny had been trying to avoid Makima as much as reasonable, recently, after what had happened with Mob. He had uncertain feelings about her and didn't want to give that away.
Of course, that emotional pull at the back of his mind is utterly livid with Makima. Much angrier than Sunny himself was. It makes him freeze near the doorway, staring at her as he starts to shake a little. He seriously needed to walk away. Him being angry wasn't going to help anything but he was just so- so furious.
Makima can no doubt smell him at this range. Someone with Mob's scent, but wasn't him.]
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but the voices of her caretakers would always speak loud in her head even when she was gone. couldn’t she have both? the responsibility of conquest and have a life? she wanted to say “yes”, now.
smell pauses makima in her mixing batter, and without turning her head, she calls out: ]
Mob? [ it’s one of the things that mess with her these days. she counts the hours until it’s time for another hug— but he’s uncharacteristically still, and his abilities hum to her like a kickstarting engine. ] Is everything alright?
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It made Mob's repression of his emotions make more sense.
There's not a lot that Sunny can do, as the anger inside of him is given form. He wants to calm down, but he can't at this point, because that emotional pull within him doesn't want to. This was the only time so far that he'd been actively working against that, and it wasn't going well.
Anything loose in the kitchen and near its entrance way starts to shudder. Plates, pans, ornamentation, all of it starts to shake where it stood. Anything close enough to a table's edge will shake itself straight to the ground. He tries to take a step back, as the power that inhabited this body forces its way out. It doesn't hurt exactly, but it's so much. Overwhelming.
If he could just leave. Get far enough away it would be fine. He could calm down.]
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makima turns then, at last to see the rest of the kitchen clattering. some of the plates she had prepared on the table are falling, fracturing, breaking— anything else is pushed onto the walls by unseen forces in a blink. makima turns in full with her hands behind her back, but the kitchen is warping. the dimensions don’t look right. they’re not supposed to be, when she twists the very plain with darkblood until clattering and shaking just felt like whispers from within a tunnel.
calmly, she walks to him as if she were strolling through a park. to her boy, to her vessel and power that trembles to the point that he can’t hold it in without her, as expected. but that is all beneath her.
she keeps sunny from stepping back, her piercing eyes within him and burning through as she reaches in, invisibly, crouches before him and says two simple words while stroking the farther side of his bangs behind his ears. ]
Stop.
[ and just like that, the whirling winds inside are thrown into a cell. locked. chained. kept quiet. everything halts by her command, emotion from him may cease to exist for one second, two, three— until his power is reigned by her chains. she holds them tight, and in another split fall he is free to feel, without the cosmic force attached to it.
that is mob’s contract. everything (almost everything) that functions within him and makes him whole abides to her word. he is, as sunny once said, owned. he has a plated collar and a diamond beaded leash. a good home, a warm bed, playmates and excellent food served on a platter. what more could he want?
it was either that or lose control. ]
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hello owo
[It's tidy, but he still spends a few minutes getting acquainted with what's in it, if only to get used to walking around in the other boy's body. He doesn't really know what to do, but... well. Mob's body needs to be taken care of.]
[He gets himself ready as best he can and heads out to the main part of the house, dodging dogs where possible. He goes into the kitchen and freezes. ... Someone's there. Does he know who this person is? ... Mob clearly does. Jun doesn't. Still, he does his best to be polite.]
... What are you making?
[Damn but it sounds weird, talking as someone else.]
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makima doesn’t turn. besides, she’s busy at the stove, and that along with mob’s arrival is letting the sourness in her from earlier days disssipate. ]
No-oven custard buns. [ it smells sweet, and very good. she’s separating little dough balls to stretch them out and give filling space. ] Do you want to help?
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All right.
[He steps closer, looking at what she's making. He's not sure how these things are made - he's not sure Mob knows, either. But he doesn't know what Mob knows or not.]
[What he does know is this - he can't feel the hum of the bonds he has with Falco and it's throwing him off. There's the smell of fear slowly building in him, though he does his best to keep his fear locked far away from himself.]
... What do you need me to do?
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WILDCARD OPTIONS (OPEN)
she’s a critic toward most titles. not an emotional bone in her body. unless, that is, you’ve hit the cinematic jackpot. mother-son relationships. heartfelt, meaningful hugs. those might pull something out of her . . .
2nd option: @ DOG WALKING: makima goes out for walks with her dogs on the daily, sometimes even twice a day. if anyone has seen her with four, she's now up to seven— and none of them are trench-native. pristine coats, wild-ice huskey eyes and each one with a colored collar and leash attached to a belt around her waist, mostly to keep her hands free to hold other things like bags, or drinks. morning or evening, run-ins are always possible . . . either with sleepers, beasts, killer plants or more.
secret 3rd option: you have something way better than what i've left and i thank you for this ]
THE ENTERTAINMENT FEED
So she was fascinated. And probably very annoying in the chat.]
UN:G.Braun
it looks like when i fought
did they shoot real people for it
oh
thats fake
there's too much blood for were he was shot
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I felt like they were reaching more for shock value than realism in this one. [ some modern war movie or something!!! ] Oh, you served?
cw:child soilders and my maybe bad math
what shock vaule
uhhuh since i was 8 i dont fight now because the war is over
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dogwalking
And you wanted another one?
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I could never have enough dogs, Trevor.
dogs;
[ Light's voice calls out not far behind; it's an accidental meeting, but they haven't seen each other for a couple of months now. ]
You weren't kidding when you claimed to like them.
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if their mother stops, they sit. they are good boys! ]
Oh, Light. It’s been some time. [ she finishes her wave and keeps her hands comfy behind her back. ] You’re in luck, you’ll get to meet them all today.
[ last time, he only got to know three of her babies . . . ! what’s another four. ]
How have you been?
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[ Makima had already seemed to be settling in as well. By then, she'd already started to retrieve her dogs. Now, it seems like the 'collection' has been completed.
In such a short period of time. ]
I'd say it looks like the same for you. Are they all from home?
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@ROBBY (cw: manipulation)
there’s little effort on her end, she thinks.
she smells cologne. none of her boys use cologne, and on top of that (or underneath) a teenage musk. makima’s dogs prick their ears up and lift their heads in near unison from whatever it was that they were doing (napping, playing, rolling, whatever dogs do—) to face the front door and/or go up to it.
all that was needed was one “ruff” for the rest to sound off. there’s someone climbing the front steps!! there are deer under the door!! a symphony of barks rise from inside the home, yet makima waits for a signal from the outside to stop her work in the kitchen. ]
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His thoughts draw to no conclusions by the time he's standing at the front of the door, welcomed by a noise from behind. Miss Makima's dogs, Robby realises; Mob's mentioned them before. He might've seen them once from afar. He's heard she's got a lot.
But it doesn't mean anything about the younger guy being in or out, so Robby knocks politely, expects the excitement on the other end to get louder (it usually does with dogs) and waits for the door to open. Dressed in civilian clothes, a nervous edge he works to keep hidden, but he doesn't fidget.
He's just a drawn brow, a pinched mouth on the other side, as if arriving for the wake after a funeral. ]
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and in the span of a few moments, they all cease in the same unison. it’s during this eerie silence that a presence steps to the front door, unlocks and opens it. makima pokes her head out and with it, part of her body, to give a curious look-up and down at the young man. ]
—Yes?
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Hi, uh, Miss Makima? My name's Robby--I'm a friend of Mob's. Is he in?
[ He does try to look past her at the question, but it's more habit than thinking he'd be able to see anything at the gap. ]
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a wrap....? :)
wrap 🥹
BODY SWAPS (OPEN)
that is to say, anyone that comes up to “trevor” won’t be recognized (because she’s never seen your faces to begin with), but instead, will be greeted with a polite, confident: ]
Hello. Did I bother you?
AS HE XUAN
now, “he xuan” (or “ming yi” girl flavor) walks around to the wide eyed, marveled tune to makima’s consciousness. if there’s nothing they could do for twenty-four hours, they might as well make do with it. after all, secretly . . . makima quite enjoyed not being makima for a day.
actually? she is quite hungry. cr (from either makima or xuan) will get a message on their omni that asks: ]
Would you be available for a dinner date?
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she's pulling out her omni to take a photo. fuck you, alucard, she wins. ] I have been trying to get you to do something about [ she gestures to 'him' ] all of this for months! [ she narrows her gaze at 'him' ] Is it a girl? Are you trying to impress someone?
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in the mean time, makima keeps her posture and smile in this burly man’s body, and wonders who it is she’s talking to. a blond woman. did she know any blond women?
she is looking quite intently at her face, and she seems to look wander across every little detail. eyes go to lips that go to nose that go to ears that go to eyes— ]
You could say it’s a woman. [ but not to impress! ] I decided it was time for a change.
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...Is this because I promised I'd pay for your booze if we beat Alucard? Gotta say, it's about fucking time. We might be a little late, honestly. [ A small grumble. Mm. ] Did you have help?
[ there is no way he did this on his own. does he even know what oils are??? ]
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forgive my lack of icon swap, i’m on mobile! ❤️
not forgiven!! (☞◣д◢)☞ (i jest ilu gimme your mobile tags)
❤️!!!!
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