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There's a sense of peace to be found in the Mistwood compared to the hustle and bustle of Spirale. A feeling which Django has grown to appreciate quite a bit as the years went on. Perhaps a life filled with nothing but death and violence wasn't all it was cracked up to be once you've had a taste of what a simple life had to offer. Yet even he knew that a man such as himself could never let go of what one may consider the very foundation of what made him who he is today.

For better, or for worse.

Interpersonal nonsense aside, Django was just simply glad to be out of the city for a few days. He recalls moments from his childhood where his family—his mother especially—would show him the essentials of what it meant to survive in the great outdoors. Such lessons were further expanded upon by a rather unlikely companion during a fairly memorable trip to these same woods some years prior. One who he would make sure to visit sometime soon as it had been a while since last they spoke.

With nothing but the music from his stereo and the fire crackling before him to keep him company, Django begins to prepare himself a dinner fit for a king. Onto a grill that had been placed over the fire would go several steaks along with diced up and seasoned potatoes. The aroma would no doubt attract all manner of wildlife towards his little camp, but that was something for future Django and the several weapons he kept on hand to worry about.

Which was about three minutes from now.

" ..... "

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" What's a guy supposed to do for his birthday when the flow of time here practically feels non-existent? Can't tell if I've even aged a day since coming here, what, six years ago? Jeez. Well, I guess experience is another way you could measure things. Most of us ain't the exact same person we were after getting kidnapped. So I guess that's gotta count for something, right? "

" Ugh! This is getting ridiculous. Who gives a rat's ass about introspection and all that crap when I could be stuffing my face at a buffet. "

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Whoops! Guess my brain decided to go into vacation mode and not work with me. That's alright. I'll just deal with stuff when I'm back home and settled in. Anyway, y'all take care now and have yourselves a fantastic week! I'll still be on Disco if you wanna chat since this is gonna be a four hour drive (can't forget the lines too). See ya!

Oh, and if you're interested, you can send something in for Django's birthday so I can answer it on Monday. No pressure and no rush!

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To be worried about like this was something that Django still found difficulty in accepting. Don't get me wrong, the man appreciates it quite a lot. How better it is to have others be there in your life and worry for your well-being than to find yourself losing all sense of yourself due to loneliness. A sentiment that had taken the former gangster far too long to understand.

But my god does it feel just the tiniest bit embarrassing.

" Yeah, that sounds familiar... " he replies back in a half-hearted grumble. " Got some bruising around my abdomen. I'm sure it's fine. "

"Haven't I told you to be more careful?"

There's a twinge of frustration in her voice, but it's more from concern than anything else. In a way, he's similar to Clive -- Diving right in to a situation that ends with injury. Thankfully, it's nothing serious enough that requires more than a bandage. So Jill dutifully sits by his side, carefully wrapping the small wound.

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Tell me the truth."

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Django's Birthday 2k24

Hey! Hey! I hope everyone's doing well today. So it looks like we're at that time of the year again to celebrate everyone's favorite national holiday; Django's birthday! Since it's falling on a Monday this time around (December 9th to be exact), I thought of making a post early just to let anyone who might be interested enough to send something in. No pressure at all, though! Like honestly, this is just a fun little thing to do at the end of the day.

I'll be going on vacation this Wednesday and won't be back until Sunday, so feel free to send anything via the ask box or submission while I'm gone. It'll all be answered on Monday and tagged appropriately. And no worries about deciding what to get the bozo. For a guy who seems like he can get anything he wants, he really does appreciate the act of gift giving immensely. Though if ya wanna hit him where it hurts (affectionate), do something sentimental!

Anyway, hope y'all take care!

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" Trust me, babe. It ain't the first time I've been burnt to a crisp. " Nor was it the first time he made light of a traumatizing event that nearly put him six feet under. " No worries. I promise to be a good boy. " he continues. Even with a mask concealing that handsome face of his, it was quite apparent that Django was grinning like a buffoon underneath it. All too excited at the prospect of getting even the tiniest bit of affection from such an enchanting woman.

" Well, I can't deny that seeing you in a nurse's outfit would pretty much make the rest of my year and the next. But if I may be so bold, I'd take a guess that you and I would be REAL disappointed if my body were out of commission for any amount of time. "

" Oh! Here's a fun question. " Django begins as he grabs two drinks from a service tray. " What's the wildest thing you've ever seen at a party? Any kind! I'll tell ya right now that I've got soooo much blackmail on people that it'd probably disrupt the political landscape back home for decades. "

lips curve into something of a smirk as the witch laughs– whether he knew it or not, he was quite on the mark there. she holds many memories of such scenarios, whether it be from her being personally involved or coming across such a situation. " I don't doubt you. But I've seen plenty of clever ways those in high society would hide their debauchery– though from how highly you speak of the host, I don't believe much of that will happen. "

no, she believes people will be far too preoccupied with enjoying the night to its fullest for as long as they were allowed to.

" Please do your best not to. I'd hate to have my date get charred to a crisp because he took on a few too many drinking challenges. It'll make that good night kiss all the more difficult." not for her, mind you, but for him. of course, she doesn't bother elaborating on her words nor shows any hint of doing so, quite content to enjoy the liesurely pace to the main event. for someone who has spent many centuries always on the move, it was nice to not have to worry about having to look over her shoulder at every shadow that flickered as she passed.

" Unless your goal is to have me nurse you back to health. "

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Having accidentally swung the door wide open for Kaeya to work his magic, Django begins to really think about the question he's been asked. Just how familiar was he with the city and its many branches? One would assume that having lived here for about six years now, Django would have come to know this island like the back of his hand. Potentially even more so than his own hometown by this point; a terrifying thought that sends a shiver down his spine. Yet, with all that has gone in his life during his seemingly permanent stay on the island of Radiale, has he really put in the effort to memorize its layout?

" Uh, to tell you the truth, I think I might be lacking a bit in that department. " he replies back, seemingly ashamed of himself. " This place feels like it's constantly changing, so it's been hard to keep up when my time's been taken up by other things. I'll give ya this though; Im more familiar with Spirale and the Mistwood. So if ya ever need help with either of those, I guess you can rely on me. "

OH, WELL THAT WAS A TWIST. honestly, he hadn't expected it to be taken that way, though he figures it may be a little fun to mess around in that regard. how long has it been since he's played up some bold faced lie? ❝ That's right. Thank you for the welcome, ❞ he speaks, as natural as ever, just like he were fresh and new to this island instead of, well... being here for going on three years.

❝ Haha. You never know what someone might be looking for. It could've been their lucky day. But I've had the luxury of seeing my home, ❞ he speaks, a technical truth, albeit under the guise of not divulging too much. ❝ Ah. But that doesn't help much when the rest of the island is just as much of a mystery to me, does it? It seems there's quite a bit to take in... are you familiar with this place, then? ❞

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" Trust me, I ain't looking at you for whatever it is you may be thinking. "

Blunt and to the point. Sure, it comes off as rude. But Django would rather make his intentions clear than dance around the matter like some idiot fumbling over his words. An encounter like this wasn't exactly his first rodeo, nor would it be his last. Every single day the island brought forth all manner of people with different sorts of temperaments. Hers was nothing new or really anything that concerned him. As the retired gangster tends to think: it is what it is.

" I'm curious about your outfit. I run a fashion company on this island and was thinking of designing clothing similar in style to yours. Would it be alright to ask you a few questions? If not, then it's no biggie. Apologies for gawking at you like some slack-jawed weirdo. "

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Has anyone ever told you how rude it is to stare ?⠀❜ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀NOT ⠀that it was a new experience for her. It wasn't even a new experience before she became a Nikke. But in a place like this, inexplicably thriving and surrounded by water, her unease tends to make it feel as though she's always being watched — so being actively gawked at doesn't exactly ease the mind.

⠀⠀⠀The irony isn't lost on her — somehow getting acknowledgment and recognition everywhere she goes, but not the kind she wanted and not from humans that mattered. He hasn't even said anything yet, but he's agitating her; he's committing the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀I would hope you have a point to make, or a question to ask. If it isn't worth my time, one of us will have to leave.⠀❜ ⠀

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" And why would I go and reveal my source? " he replies back with the confidence of a man who knew good and well he didn't have jack shit. In truth, Django was mostly going off of a few rumors he had heard in passing. The usual sort of gossip you'd come across from people trying to live their day-to-day while dealing with the assortment of weirdos populating your island home. Which is saying a lot when said island is already pretty freakin' out there.

" So let me get this straight. " he replies back, ignoring that little comment about a second magazine. " If I were to give you an outfit that's 100% completed—every seam sewn up, button put in its place, and sized correctly—you'd be able to make an exact replica? Or am I missing a couple of rules here with your funny little skills. "

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"Wha— who told you I could do that?" It's old habit for Shirou to hide his magic from the normal world, even when this world is far from normal in countless ways. So it wouldn't be far-fetched if word of mouth managed to reach the ears of random people from certain incidents... Or maybe someone just casually mentioned it to— Boss? ... Mister The Boss? At any rate— the opened magazine held up by the older man shows some expensive clothes, presumably from one of his own clothing stores. And the question he just asked was rather...

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Well... Putting that aside— I can't actually... make something I haven't actually seen in person. I have no idea what those clothes are made of, so I couldn't make anything remotely close to them with just pictures and verbal details. ... Unless— you just want an extra magazine?"

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Event looks pretty intoresting. Plenty of series on the masterlist that I'm familiar with, so this could go in a bunch of directions. Much to think about.

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" Oh, come on! Would it really be so bad? I mean, Europeans give their kids wine when they're like 10 or whatever. Ain't no harm in giving 'em a sip. "

"Just don't end up letting your mind wander and accidentally give out a cold one to the trick-or-treaters. That might get you into some trouble."

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" The only downside of living in a penthouse during Halloween is I can't hand out candy like normal. Guess the only way I could fix that is t' just sit outside the building while I'm in costume. "

" I just hope y'all don't mind me drinkin' a six-pack at the same time! "

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Most would probably assume a man of his stature wasn't much of a reader in the first place. The reputation Django had built up over the past several years didn't exactly help either, for how would anyone think that a guy who spends his free time picking fights in the seedier parts of this city would ever sit down and read something like Leaves of Grass, or even Crime and Punishment. But as most have often said "looks can be deceiving". Or at least in this particular case "looks can be deceiving, but you're not wrong for thinking this one's a violent and wild son of a bitch. though I swear to god he actually likes to read too".

And while some may find assumptions being made of their person to be rather annoying, Django saw it more as an opportunity to mess with others. So what better a moment to make an ass of himself than in front of a teenager! I mean, they find that kinda shit funny, right? Right?!?!

" Nah, but I can point out where all the nice gear is if that's what you're looking for. " He would pause for a moment to add comedic tension before continuing.

" Waaaait a minute; this ain't the sports store! How the hell did I wind up here? Ugh. This is what I get for being illiterate. "

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This city might have somehow been stranger than that place, but Cheryl supposed things couldn’t be all bad if it had so many fun and interesting places. No mall she had ever been to could compare to the Mermaid Cove Mall, and she’d already spent many hours window shopping. She didn’t really understand the new fashion or gadgets just yet, but she’d heard her own father say similar things in the past, so perhaps it was just something natural. Thinking of her father left her with a bittersweet smile each time, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of this strange island.

He’d probably just be a worrywart…

Cheryl sighed as such thoughts filled her brain; she turned the corner of the bookstore she had been browsing though for the last few minutes. She’d wondered if any of her father’s novels could be found here, but the way this store was organized was so odd. There were young adult novels mixed in with romance or mystery books– just where was the logic here? If there was any, Cheryl hadn’t deduced it yet.

She sighed as she moved to a new aisle. Cheryl supposed she could ask an employee, but she hadn’t seen one upon entering the store. What if there weren’t any? That would be awkward…

Suddenly, movement and a figure thereof drifted into her peripheral vision, and Cheryl jumped. Her reflexes were still a bit jumpy, but she couldn’t help it. Cheryl assumed the large person she saw had to be an employee.

“Um, excuse me…”

Cheryl paused, giving the man a more thorough look.

(Talk about awkward…)

“Oh, sorry…. you definitely don’t work here, huh?”

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Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

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——————–QUESTIONS FOR MUN

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play? 2. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what do you like to listen to? 3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write? 4. What are some of your rp pet peeves? 5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse? 6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? 7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote? 8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you? 9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past? 10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple? 11. When did you start roleplaying? 12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr? 13. Who are five of your favorite characters? (In the rp community or otherwise) 14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise) 15. What sort of muses do you tend to write? 16. Do you like to queue your replies or just post them when you finish? 17. Do you prefer winging it or plotting everything out? 18. What makes for a great roleplay partner in your opinion? 19. Have you received anon hate? If so, how do you deal with it? 20. If you could tell your muse something, what would it be?

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Of all the people who inhabit this city—many of which who have far more patience and care when it came to guiding the never ending parade of fresh new faces. Django can't help but wonder why exactly he was singled out by this young man. Was there something about him that the other found approachable? Perhaps his grizzled look gave the impression of a wise old man who had plenty to offer when it came to surviving this island (he swears he's still in his 30's last he checked).

" Eh, I think you could do better than me. " he replies back. A surprisingly genuine statement from the man compared to what years ago would've been outright annoyance. " Not a whole lot, kid. You just live out your days like the rest of us. I mean, if there's ever been a bigger reason over why any of us were brought here, the nerds running the place sure as hell don't want to tell us. "

" Who knows? Maybe you'll be lucky and get sent back home. In which case you're pretty much just killing time till then. "

        Oh, Suo is very much familiar with people of this ilk. He isn’t one to judge someone by its cover, of course, but it is admittedly difficult not to assume when he has seen many others who dress and carry themselves like him — and not all of them have been amicable encounters at that. He’s sensed that presence from the scum and gangsters that cause havoc in their town, the very kind of people the Bofurin were created to expel.

        The only thing that stays his hand is the fact that he’s not really causing any trouble at the moment, and who is he to judge through appearances alone? Would Suo himself not be considered a delinquent in other places, no matter how well-mannered and calm he presents himself to be?

        No, there’s no need to start conflict when it doesn’t exist. It would be far more interesting to see how someone like him can live a normal life in this place — or if there is more than what is seems.

        “You seem to have been here for a long while, care to show me the ropes?” Suo approaches the far older man with his usual smile, undeterred by the difference in their age and presence. “I’ve been wondering what are we supposed to do here in the city.”

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" Hey, yo! Fancy runnin' into you here. I take it Miss Olga convinced you to come? Hahahaha! Gotta say, bro; you're lookin' sharp as hell tonight. Might give the ol' count a run for his money. "

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