Patch . Help My Muse Patch Up A Wound . - Shinji Or Ken!

patch . help my muse patch up a wound . - Shinji or Ken!

Shinjiro had always been able to handle pain. To him, it was second nature. Growing up with Akihiko being the rough-and-tumble type he is even before learning how to box, in the Orphanage they both were raised in, meant there was a level of necessity to be able to roll with the punches, rewarded when you could, punished when you couldn't. a skill he'd learn repeatedly, endlessly, the necessity of during his time away from SEES. ━ the second you were on your ass, or you froze up, or your arms were tied, it made you easy. easy to hurt. easy to kill. ━━ Shinjiro never liked making things easy for anyone.

SEES had always been an exception, though : or rather he should say it'd always been to those he considers friends, which might be why for all the way he twitches; arm in Takeba's grasp as the muscles seize & he can't help the way the overzealous pang of nerves make him want to rip it away outright; he does not pull away even as he draws a sharp breath through his teeth, ignores the way the smell of antiseptic makes him feel more than slightly lightheaded, clenches his hands into fists before; in a moment of surprisingly animalistic single-minded worry; thinks that shit, he'd rather not look like he's about to hit her when she's helping him out, and lets his rough hands go limp again.

Still, his fingers twitch as the burns are cleaned, nerves overworked and bitterly loud in this fact. He'll have to jab at Akihiko later to aim his Zionga's better next time they're in Tartarus together, just for the fun of starting a fight, even if he knew damn well it wasn't Aki that kept lighting him up like a Christmas tree this time...

" Damnit... " the curse writhes between his teeth, bruised jaw grinding. his eyes linger, intense, at Yukari's hands as they work & he sits on the first floor of Tartarus; bones aching; staring as though in judgement ( even as he attempts to make himself as pliable to work with as possible. ) " Those annoying Maya did nothing but cast Zionga the whole damn time... "

a piece of Shinjiro recognizes that Yukari might be helping him in the first place because of this fact, but as it is not the one cussing wildly ( and he can't pretend he knows her all that well to begin with ), he elects to ignore it.

a well-worn sigh escapes him, gazing at the burns littering his hands & arms as the roughest parts that had to sustain the damage; melee be scorned, his axe like a lightning rod. it deepens into a light scowl, stare flicking to Yukari's face. it stays there a long few moments, before he speaks again.

" ... I'm lucky it's not bad enough to get Mitsuru in a twist about it, but you don't gotta do this, you know. " Shinjiro studies her, meticulous, which always ends up feeling like he's trying to scare you out of something when it was him doing it. maybe he was. " It's some burns. It'll heal fast. Besides, you were carrying my ass most of the way anyways. "

@fantomevoleur // sc.

He's staring. Has been, actually, for a while now. Makoto was accustomed to moving around a lot throughout the years ever since what happened ━ happened. Maybe, in the far off haze of autopilot spanning years, long before Akira had taken the attic above as his own, he'd visited Leblanc; when he was young & quiet & dead-eyed, and quite frankly he still was still all of those things, but it was different now. Knowing what he knew. Going through what, he was finding, was a very common occurrence for people like him ( the fools, one might say. )

Yuki takes a sip of his soda from a silly straw he may or may not have brought from home as the work to close up at the end of the day buzzes around him behind the counter, Sojiro willfully turning a blind eye to the two wildcards in his Cafe in turn for that higher priority. It's a good opportunity. Makoto takes it.

━ " So. Where's the gun? "

🚢 for Akira and Yusuke heehee - @fantomevoleur

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. / always accepting!

do i ship our characters together? — yes!!! | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you? — yes!! | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see — childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love (usually perceived, yusuke is a yearner lol) | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them — friends to lovers | enemies to lovers (STARES at how aggressive Yusuke is to Akira and the others in the beginning holy SHIT) | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity (stares AGAIN at the initial hella rough dynamic i think playing with that tension over a longer period of time could be SO fun) | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes? — develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between (I'm gonna end up putting this on all of these i do, but! I'm flexible and chill with figuring out stuff along the way if we're rping out the build up before the relationship/the realizations/etc, but I work better on getting invested with ships when we discuss them ooc first! we don't necessarily have to figure out EVERYTHING, but it helps give me what I'd need that to Really get invested yk!)

what now? — let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits — i think I covered everything I could think of, aside from the notice that I haven't completed the game and am only Right after defeating the mafia guy from Makoto's arc so I don't know Much further than that, or at least, what I do know (namely with akechi) is VERY broken up and incomplete

back in the building again :-//

celeb / non-celeb aus tho

“i’m your biggest fan so i snuck backstage to meet you after a show, but it turns out your security guards are a lot tougher than they look, so now i’m being shouted at/possibly tased and now you’re walking by and oh god this isn’t how i wanted this to go” au

“i entered a contest to be your plus one to an event and wtf i actually won?!” au

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“of all the cars in the world for me to have tried to steal, it had to be YOURS?” au

“i’m an extra in a movie/music video that you’re starring in and idec if you’re super famous and i’m a nobody, plz notice me” au

alternatively, “i’m just an extra, but the star has a crush on me?! what????” au

“i’m famous as hell and yet i seem to have met the ONE person in this bar who doesn’t have a damn clue how i am, this is hilarious, i’m just gonna ride this out” au

tbh give me a long-distance relationship that begins with one sending fanmail to the other and “wait you actually wrote me back?!” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you mean you’re closed and i have to get out, have some mercy!” au

“of all the wrong numbers in the world, the nude i meant to send to my significant other wound up on YOUR phone” au

the same au but in reverse, aka, “wtf why did i get a random nude from my favorite celebrity??? am i on catfish???” au

“we’re on a reality show where half the contestants are famous and the other half are just regular people” au

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au

“i just went to one of your shows, and now an hour later you’ve tweeted about some gorgeous person you noticed in the crowd and wait why does this describe me exactly” au

˗ˏˋdialogue : severe injury/illness ˎˊ˗

change pronouns/tense as needed!

“holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

“that looks infected.”

“you’re burning up!”

“do you need to throw up?”

“are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

“it’s not that much blood.”

“it’s not infected! it just needs to be cleaned.”

“burning up? i’m freezing.”

“god, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.”

“i feel awful.”

“name? are you awake…?”

“can you hear me?”

“fuck— you barely have a pulse…”

“try to stay awake. talk to me.”

“fuck it, i’m calling an ambulance.”

“yeah… i’m awake.”

“my ears are ringing.”

“is this hell?”

“i’m so tired…”

“i just— i just need some rest.”

“you have to stay awake.”

“keep your eyes open!”

“stay with me… please.”

“i need you…”

“i swear to fucking god— do not stop breathing!”

“i don’t know how long i can stay up…”

“i’m trying.”

“i’m sorry…”

“i love you.”

“can’t breathe…”

too angsty? no such thing ;)

if these seem rushed, i’m sorry. i woke up at 11:45 and only had 15 minutes to think of something. out came this!