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[automatonn]

[ OPEN ] 

The screams outside of his workshop were both the most beautiful music he’d ever heard, and the most grating thing his brain could fathom. The disgusting nature of the whole thing, the pain that it brought him, the absolute despair - it was euphoric. Knowing that his creations were out in the world, crushing the lives of the innocent, bringing ruin and deterioration to the world he’d been born into... 

Kazuichi’s lips tugged into a crazed smile as he placed his screwdriver down, taking a step back to examine one of the many Monokumas he’d brought into existence. It was.. Beautiful. Absolutely magnificent, just like all of the rest he’d brought to life, then unleashed onto society. Every single one of them was made with the utmost of care, like a father caring for their firstborn. They were all his children, and they all deserved his love, though most importantly... 

They all deserved to feel this despair, to hear those screams, and to taste the blood of those they robbed the life of. Sharp teeth parted only for his tongue to pass over his upper lip, tasting a dull, stale irony flavor. It only made sense that there would still be blood upon his skin - after all, he’d taken the liberty of breaking down someone who’d tried to take shelter in his workshop. The over-sized wrench lay on his bench, stained with a dry pink. The scent of decay on it was disgusting, but it only brought forth more euphoria for the Ultimate Despair. 

It was then that a sound caught his attention; his entire body froze in place, all of his attention focusing on the sound. Someone had entered, and was making their way towards the main chamber of his workshop. 

Souda grinned as he reached for the wrench, tightly wrapping his bloodied fingers around it. 

Another corpse to join the army he’d already created. More pain he’d bring onto himself, and therefore the world. 

It was delicious. 

#despair arc #open starter #been meaning to get an open starter up for a while asldkfjlskadf #blood mention / #violence /

[automatonn]

[ @11037-rockstar​ ] 

“Aaaahh...” He groaned under his breath, hearing the final bell of the day reverberate through the halls and classrooms of Hope’s Peak. It had been a tiring day, though that was probably due to the lack of sleep he’d had the night prior. He’d wound up giving up a few hours into trying only to start tinkering with a pair of walkie-talkies he’d been messing with for the past few days. Messing around with machinery and appliances was always the quickest way to cure his boredom and anxieties, though it was.. Always far too easy to lose track of the time when he did so. 

The rest of his classmates left the room, Fuyuhiko giving him a quick smack on the back of the head to grab his attention and inform them that they were all leaving. Kazuichi gathered the belongings he had on his desk and threw them into his bag. With a quick goodbye to Miss Yukizome, he joined the rest of the flooding students in the halls. 

When he exited the main building of the school, the tired second-year let out a yawn. Through teary, tired eyes, he watched some of the other students converse with one another. Through the bustling noises, however, he was able to pick out a familiar cracking sound that was none other than a bat hitting a ball. 

Curiosity overtook his sleepiness and he took a turn to the left, moving alongside the building to one of the many sports fields that Hope’s Peak housed; supporting multiple talents required multiple resources, after all. There was only one occupying the field, and the flash of red hair made it rather obvious. Leon Kuwata, a first year - the Ultimate Baseball Star. He’d spoken to him a few times in passing, and he’d considered the underclassman a friendly acquaintance; Souda did know, however, that Leon wasn’t usually one for practicing his talent. Kuwata normally made that painfully obvious. 

Instead of saying anything, the Mechanic simply took a seat on the first row of bleachers, watching the way that Leon practiced with the pitching machine, hitting every single one with absolute perfection. 

#promise arc #11037rockstar #11037 rockstar #hope this is alright #!!!! #if you need anything changed just let me know

[automatonn]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

#meme

[automatonn]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

#meme

[automatonn]

Immediately, after he was snapped at, Kazuichi reclined into himself with a jolt and cowered, making a small noise akin to a whimper in response to being spoken down to. He never was the best with negative reinforcement... 

(For someone who could dish it out nonstop, he wasn’t really able to take it..)

“Jeez, man...” He spoke through a cracking, wavering tone. Fuyuhiko was normally one for harsh remarks and comments, though it never failed to take Souda off guard, even when it was expected and/or justified. “No need to be so hostile...” 

The Mechanic reached down, positioning himself to the smaller of the two could place a foot in his clasped hands. From there, he could make it up to Souda’s shoulders. Luckily, the mobster wasn’t much of a heavy weight, so boosting him wasn’t that difficult. Although the pressure on his shoulders was a little uncomfortable, and his balanced wavered from it slightly as his clasped onto Fuyuhiko’s calves in order to maintain his stability as much as possible. 

“Any luck up there?” Kazuichi barked out in a slightly exasperated tone, actually beginning to worry that Fuyuhiko would leave him alone in here to rot...

@automatonn​ continued from X

“The fuck ya just called me ya bastard!?”

Of all things, of all situations; The one situation where Souda could have proved that he wasn’t an idiot…Seemed to instead prove how much of an idiot he truly was. Unlike Souda Fuyuhiko first attempted to use the help or assist button within the elevator but alas that didn’t seem to be working…Nor did pressing a bunch of random numbers.

Fuyuhiko glanced upwards with a scowl, it would get them out of the elevator at least but wouldn’t that be dangerous? All Fuyuhiko knew was that he definitely couldn’t get out by himself; He could admit that much. 

Do he dare ask and risk the humiliation? He was already being insulted as it was. Glancing around the elevator once more, there truly wasn’t any other way? Looking up to the panels above, as if trying to assess the risks if they get climb up top. 

“Ya boost me.” Short, brief and like a command! Nailed it! “The sooner I can leave ya in here to rot the better.” He wouldn’t do that, but Souda did not need to know that part.

#promise arc #sweettoothedyakuza #god souda is such a BABY

[automatonn]

VERSE INFORMATION; TO THE FUTURE

@automatonn​ and I built this up in private, and they have expressed interest in using it here as well. So, with that note, some personal headcanons and ‘verse building from the both of us. We have gone through all of the Despairs and built headcanons for them, but as these are RP blogs we will only cover our own muses.

Anyone who wishes to work off of this is more than welcome, if it catched your fancy.

Future Foundation and Folly

After the resurrection of the Despairs at the hands of Hinata Hajime, their services were offered as a way to atone for the destruction they had wrought. One Naegi Makoto had taken them up on this offer, and so under codenames and strict oversight by Handlers the former Despairs became assets.

Known by the codename of ‘Attack Dog,’ Gundham is called in for missions that require stealth and espionage.

His sway over animals has allowed him to turn entire packs of dogs against their owners; what was once a tool of Despair is now a way of subduing and limiting casualties.

His job is both to scout and, when possible, subdue. 

When a route is secured, Gundham is able to go in alone to help corral and capture those lost to despair that the NWP might try to heal them.

The Devas are invaluable assets, though he is careful with his use of them - as well as all his other animal companions.

Gundham is called out often, and thus spends a lot of time off Jabberwock.

If Hajime ordered him to stand his ground and fight until he died, he absolutely would. His loyalty to Hinata Hajime is absolute, as is his trust in the man.

‘Attack Dog’ was originally a mocking nickname by his Handlers, as he would come to Hajime’s beck and call.

Known by the codename of ‘Automaton,’ Kazuichi is called in only for a last resort - scorched earth missions. A city is overrun with Monokuma bots? Call in the Automaton.

He is not a master of subterfuge or stealth; his signature arrival comes with a blast, and anything in his path is torn asunder. This includes all wireless communications that do not have specialized satellite uplinks.

Because of this Kazuichi spends a lot of his time on Jabberwock, tinkering with things.

He has built a lot of medical equipment for the Future Foundation, making things compact and easy to carry with Mikan’s help.

Near anything he creates will have a hidden gun in it.

Kazuichi has built a special all-terrain vehicle, known colloquially as The BLA…. The Barely Legal Automobile. She will have her own post in the future. 

No one wants to be his Handler.

#future arc #worldbuilding #fxrbiddenxne

[automatonn]

“Yeah, you!” Souda grinned in an almost carefree way, placing his interlocked hands behind his head. 

“I’m no good at all that.. Talkin’ stuff.” The Mechanic let his arms fall back by his side, the obvious excitement in his body language being almost concerning. It wasn’t very often that he got to be used to Future Foundation missions, but every single time he was, there was some rather intricate “pyrotechnics”. His talent could prove to be a very useful one, but the way that he implemented it in missions was questionable.. At best. 

His grin softened, though didn’t fall away completely. “Heard from Hajime that once we get into the site being guarded there’s a head-honcho-type guy! Gonna need some Ultimate Hope pizzazz and flare, ya feel me?” 

Without even really waiting for a yes or no response, he began to walk toward the hangar on Jabberwock, which held just about every vehicle he’d been proud of enough to keep around. He’d given Makoto a simple motion to follow, not being able to hide the peculiar bounce in his step. 

@automatonn​ asked; ✈ ALL THE WAY BABEY

“Wh- Me?” 

Makoto reached up to rub the back of his neck, a doubtful look on his face. 

“But… Souda, we asked you to go out on that mission. I’m…I’m good at diplomacy, not scorched earth. Heck, I can barely lift light rubble up during survivor searches.”

#future arc #lxckstr #blow things up blow things up blow th

[automatonn]

[ @fukuhizu​ ]

The harsh vibrating against the top of Souda’s nightstand roused him from the slumber that had taken him a few hours ago. The room, which had been completely dark, was now illuminated with a pale blue light; it took his hazy mind a few moments to realize that it was coming from his phone. 

“Huh-?” He gently cooed, making a small groan of effort when he moved to grab the source of all the noise filling the quiet room. His waking eyes took in the name on the caller ID, then peered at the time - it was.. half past three in the morning. 

Fuyuhiko? 

Kazuichi was quick to answer as soon as the whole thing processed in his thoughts, and he brought the phone up to his ear. His stomach was beginning to twist as he realized just how uncharacteristic this was for Kuzuryu. 

“Hey- Fuyu?” He heard a strange sound coming from his friend on the other line, and his brow furrowed with concerned. “What’s up? What’s wrong?” 

#promise arc #fukuhizu #friend sad....

[automatonn]

I’M BOUTTA FUCKIN DIE DUDE HERE WE GO-

Did…Did the Tamer of Automatons just…?

…Goodbye Souda.

#dash shenanigans #i love dying? #and being dead? #never make fun of fuyuhiko's height he WILL remove your limbs

[automatonn]

[ @sweettoothedyakuza​ ] 

The sudden halt around both Souda and his former classmate made the Mechanic reach for the bars bolted to the wall behind him. Immediately, his mind began to wander as to all of the possible problems as to why the elevator would cease functioning. The most likely thing would be faulty electrical wiring, but..  

To get to the main mechanism, he would have to be on the outside, not stuck in here. 

“Damn it!” He cursed loudly, peering upwards as the fluorescent lights flickered over their heads. The Mechanic examined the tiles of the ceiling, noticing that they could be pushed through without much effort; at least then he could get a look at where the next floor would be.. Maybe they could get the attention of someone. Souda sighed, shoulders slumping a bit. 

“We’re gonna have to go through there.” He motioned above with a nod of his head before turning to Fuyuhiko. “I’d ask for a boost, but...” He grinned playfully.

“I’ll need something higher than a shoe box if I wanna get up there...”

#promise arc #sweettoothedyakuza #I'D LIKE FOR FORMALLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY IDIOT???

[automatonn]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER!

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.

#memes

[automatonn]

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

#memes

[automatonn]

fxrbiddenxne‌:

An apology… something quite unexpected, particularly from the Mechanic. Gundham had always been of the opinion that the other man loathed his presence, or at the very least barely tolerated him -

Still, he would take the sliver of kindness with grace. Even if he was not sure what his neon-clad comrade was on about. The tamer gave a slow nod, head turning so mismatched irises could study Souda’s body language.

Nervous.

Really, it was no wonder the Mechanic had caught his eye. Personal…tastes aside, Kazuichi Souda was remarkably honest in his body language. It made him easy to gauge, easy to manipulate if one so desired. He didn’t, of course; as a child, he had had no interest in the machinations of those around them. His power to hurt had remained carefully uncultivated in favour of keeping humans at bay - isolation.

After all they had been through, Gundham knew that could not stay as his norm. Not anymore. And in truth, he didn’t want it to.

The breeder’s lip quirked up in a small smile, his voice still scratchy with disuse. So long he had spent simply not talking, either in the throes of despair or the hold of the pods and program that had restored them all.

“Yes. Hinata granted me a boon, gave me knowledge of the game’s continuation and upheaval.” Gundham spoke quietly, his tone almost gentle as opposed to the grandeur he would usually employ. 

“You and Sonia were survivors. This has quelled the storm in my heart - though I find myself wishing there had been more.” The breeder took a quiet breath, closing his eyes briefly as he faced the waves once more. “I would have thought you to be relieved, tamer of automatons. Your ‘romantic rival’ was struck down indefinitely.”

The way that Gundham smiled at him brought forth a sense of relief that washed over him more than any wave could have in that moment. Despite the anxiety that was eating him alive from the inside out, Kazuichi allowed himself to idulge in the hope that was filling his chest, blossoming more beautifully than any flower could hope to be. 

Having woken up directly after the simulation, being one of the few survivors that made it out without being forcefully removed from it (although he knew he didn’t deserve to be one of them); because of this, he retained everything that happened within it. A very elaborate dream sequence, but with an extremely heightened retention of memory. He could remember the way Teru’s food tasted at the party, or the way the his tools felt in his hands when he found something to tinker with, or the way he felt at home when Miss Sonia and Gundham were by his side. 

Hajime had stated that there was no telling when - or if - Gundham would remember everything that happened. It made his initial outburst of excitement pertaining to Tanaka’s awakening that much more shameful on his part. He should have had his head on better, he should have been more in control of the things he was feeling, he.. He should have been- 

I would have thought you to be relieved, tamer of automatons. 

I would have thought you to be relieved, tamer of automatons. Your ‘romantic rival’ was struck down indefinitely.

“I-” He cut himself off, the knot in his stomach growing tighter by the second. The sheer honesty in Gundham’s tone caught him severely off guard, the way that the tamer had seemingly expected hatred. For reasons unbeknownst to Souda, his heart was pounding against his ribs, and he suddenly felt it incredibly hard to refrain from moving closer in a hasty leap. Instead, he took in a deep breath, puffing out his chest in preparation of his pitiful attempt at conveying the things he felt with his words. Luckily, his body was useful in showing them more than his verbal language was. 

“I never.. I shouldn’t of-” 

Kazuichi could hear the words of his father, beating him down time and time again. Having feelings for another man was unacceptable, it was shameful, it was a degradation of the family name- of everything he had worked for. Souda mustered up everything he had within him to push through the lump in his throat that cut into his flesh like glass. 

“Miss Sonia’s great.” He blurted out, walking closer to Tanaka in order to stand next to him. He turned, facing the shore and watching the distant waves, an orange sunset glittering atop the water; it was.. Beautiful. The sea air was warm and comforting, but.. 

Souda, without looking at Gundham out of fear of what he might see, slowly reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the other’s, grasping it loosely and with the utmost of care. The mechanic’s face was heavily flushed and his body was stiff with fear and anticipation, though the joy of physical contact also made it intensely comforting. 

“She’s not you, though.”

#future arc #fxrbiddenxne #homophobia mention / #abuse mention /

[automatonn]

Maintaining distance was the hardest part, by far. Keeping himself at bay when he was aware that Gundham had awoken was one of the most difficult things he’d ever been faced with in his short yet painstakingly long life; he felt as though his skin was crawling, his heart was twisting and his stomach was in the tightest knot imaginable. He hadn’t been able to eat or sleep, and Teru was beginning to get a bit.. Fed up. Nothing new there, really. 

Kazuichi had maintained distance for a few short days, though to him it felt like eternity three times over. Consistently he’d been checking in with Hajime, desperate to find out any new information regarding Tanaka. Memories from both the simulation and the flickering remnants of the Despair left behind had been tantalizing - just how badly had he hurt this poor man? Trusting his own memory wasn’t worth it for now, as pieces of the puzzle were still recreating themselves. 

Maybe forgetting really was for the best. 

“...Hey,” He responded with a gentle tone, averting his gaze for a few moments to examine the waves. The way they rolled was so rhythmic and soothing, though it was nothing compared to the way Gundham’s voice resonated in his mind. The mechanic took in a deep breath, letting it leave his lungs in a sigh; his shoulders fell a bit more slack as he did so, though it was obvious that he was anxious. 

“Sorry about.. uh - well, you know.” He motioned with his hand as though he was talking about something in the past. The sudden display of affection that he placed upon Tanaka as soon as he’d awoken from the pod. It was a knee-jerk reaction that sent Souda hurling himself forward and holding his former classmate as tight as he could. The closeness was something he’d craved more than words would always fail to describe - Gundham’s arms around him was safety. 

No... No, it was more than that. It was home. 

Pensively, the ultimate allowed his lips to pull into a smile, though it was a bit melancholic. He peered back up at the Breeder, noticing just how intently the other’s gaze was locked on him. Hajime had told them, after all, to keep watch for any signs of Gundham’s mental state deteriorating, and if things got bad enough, they would have to- 

Kazuichi stopped himself. Instead, he forced his mind to change track to something a bit more hopeful. Despair had its hold on them for long enough.

“I was.. Really happy to see you awake again. You gave Miss Sonia and I quite a scare, yknow?” The Mechanic fell quiet once more, wanting to avert his eyes once more but not being able to look away. “It’s - ahh.” Souda groaned at himself, realizing just how awkward and out of place this all sounded. Communicating wasn’t exactly a strong point, after all. “I missed you. I missed you a lot.” 

[[ @automatonn​ ]]

Tanaka Gundham, the Forbidden One. Overlord of Ice, the unholy offspring of an angel and a devil, a union that should never have been - for all his short life, he has conquered and crosses voids like which the universe has barely ever seen. He is unshakable, unmovable in spirit and body.

…And now, he has risen from the dead. 

His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, mind trying to wrap around the sheer impossibility of such a feat. It was…unnatural. Against the laws of the world, the order by which the planet spun and the sun rose, the laws of death and new life.

He had risen from the dead.

It was all by the hand of one Hinata Hajime, a fact that did not surprise him in the least. His virtual avatar had chosen to keep all the memories, despair and the killing game both, and for that he was thankful. The knowledge clawed at his insides like a feral beast; penance, for all that he had done.

If anyone could twist fate and the laws of the universe, it was Hajime. And Gundham would lay his life down at Hinata’s feet, if he were asked.

A chattering caught his attention from within his scarf, one of his Devas descendants coming up to nibble his ear and pull him from the thoughts that threatened to drown him. He flashed a calm smile and nuzzled the hamster, eyes casting out to the waves of the beach he stood on, truly seeing them once more.

In, out. In, out. Like a pulsing heartbeat the waves slid along the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing the confusion and agony in his heart.

He had risen from the dead - but was he truly worthy of such a miracle…?

San-D stood to attention, chirping loudly to alert her Master to an intruder. Gundham cast a glance to the side and momentarily froze as the familiar palette of pink and yellow stood out before him-

On his knees, before the one he desired. Rejection that stung as much as the boot connecting to his face, euphoric in ways that only Despair could provide. More, more, let me know how hated I am.

The memory was shoved to the side, Gundham’s face carefully curated to neutral as he faced the Ultimate Mechanic. There was no way of knowing what Souda remembered - after a brief tearful reunion, Hajime had ushered the other survivors out to further monitor Gundham and ensure he got space.

…In a way, he knew he would be found here. And perhaps the soft edge to his eyes betrayed that, only a little bit.

“Souda-kun.”

#future arc #fxrbiddenxne #here's hoping i'm dOIN THIS RIGHT LOL

[automatonn]

DUAL PROMO for a new Kazuichi Souda and Gundham Tanaka. We are not exclusives, just starting out together!

KAZUICHI SOUDA

⚙️ Independent ⚙️ Selective ⚙️ Active ⚙️ Please read rules before interacting! RULES | MUN | MUSE

GUNDHAM TANAKA

☽ Independent  ☽ Selective ☽ Semi-Active ☽ Please read rules before interacting! 

RULES | MUN | MUSE

#promo! #thank you tanaka for getting this up for me

[automatonn]

I call this their ‘they’ve been married for 5 years and are thriving’ looks

they both work from home. gundam breeds animals (duh) but also travels occasionally to do conservation work for endangered species. souda...has fun and tinkers in the garage and builds stuff all day.

I think souda often gets super into building something and forgets to eat so gundam has to bring him cute little sandwiches and water or something and force him to take a break so he doesn’t like...die 😐

(also another thought, souda builds really nice enclosures/houses for all the animals)

#test

[automatonn]

Made from riddleblg’s expression meme!

#test