✝ up in flames ✝

Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

          “Easy. Kira and Near, maybe not in that order. Next question.”

If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

he’d be more interested in the ocean before moving onto space. the ocean is right there why wouldn’t he want to explore that first? not to mention, everyone’s always trying to be the first to this planet or that galaxy, he could be the first to discover some deep sea creature -- or even the first to dive that deep (not him literally, but like.... him... you know? one of those robots or w/e i’m dumb mello’s the smart one here)

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

can i say chocolates? lmao jk right now??? the most fascinating thing is the fact that he’s in a city that essentially shouldn’t exist. how did he get here? where’s the exit? who’s running this place if the mayor is missing???

currant: answered!!

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

hooooooo boi -- he would tell himself to be more ready to leave wammy’s house because fact of the matter is that he wasn’t ready when he left at fifteen. the way he still sees it, it was necessary for him to leave, but he was so young and essentially sheltered. he’s just lucky that he was a fast learner and a slick talker.

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

he hates being proved wrong and above all he hates losing. now, if we’re talking about ick factor, he’s not a fan of children. he thinks they’re grubby and sticky and just plain gross. like??? why are they like that. ew.

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories? 

L’s death is a big one. it’s not so much a painful memory, but it irritates him that he died and without naming a successor. he also regrets kidnapping sayu yagami, though admittedly he regrets the outcome more than the actual act. to him, it felt like a loss and it makes him feel worthless. it’s all he can think about when he looks at his scars && wait until he finds out how it all ended LMAO.

       Maybe it was in search of some sort of familiarity or maybe it was sheer coincidence, whatever the case the blond successor found himself in an arcade. The otherwise darkened building was aglow with the various lights and colors coming from the machines on either side of him, casting oddly shaped shadows on the walls surrounding. The arcade was relatively empty, which wasn’t surprising at all seeing as to how it was the middle of the day, but none of the people caught his attention. Not even a bit. 

     With a tired sigh, Mello leaned against one of the dingy walls and let his eyes roam the room. As he watched people sit on their asses and waste their times, he couldn’t help but judge. Although... was he any better? It was the middle of the day and here he was, standing at the edge of an arcade not even playing any of the games. Though playing video games had never been his choice of past times, he decided why not give it a go. It’s not like he had anywhere to be, after all.

     His pocket was heavy with change from the lunch he’d had just a couple hours ago as he maneuvered around the machines until he found a particularly colorful one. It looked easy enough. So, like the others around him, he planted himself in font of the machine and slipped in a coin... then four hours later, he was still there. 

     The levels had gotten increasingly harder and increasingly darker which he appreciated. The game paused, offering him a slight break before the next level. Stretching and cracking his back (his spine was suffering) he supposed he could see the appeal now. It was a nice distraction. Ready to go, he turned back to his game only to see the two ugliest words he’d ever seen.

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( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

       There wasn’t much to do. He noticed almost immediately that this city was beyond mundane. All his energy was put into trying to figure out where he was (yes, he knew the city’s name and most of it’s mapping but not where in the world it laid) and how he’d gotten there. After a while, he couldn’t find any new answers. Which was worse than when he didn’t know anything.

     Speaking of not knowing anything...

     Mello stood, stock still, as a small yellow rat pranced up to him with its eyes locked on his chocolate bar. It was obvious that it was interested with the way its eyes went wide and glittery in an attempt to convince the blond into sharing. Rather than break off a piece of candy, however, Mello pulled out his squirt gun and aimed it at the rat.

       The city was largely unfamiliar. Nothing about it rang any sort of bells in his head -- nothing at all triggered any kind of memory about where he was -- and the welcome package he’d been presented with hadn’t been helpful. Although, he wasn’t angry at the box of chocolate bars. They’d given him a crappy squirt gun and a useless mug. He’d glared at the mug as if that would do anything before sweeping out of the apartment because he wouldn’t be getting any answers sitting on his ass.

     He spent what felt like hours scouring the streets for information. He found out a few things. One, this place was called Koi. Two, the mayor was missing apparently. Three, it wasn’t anywhere he knew. What he couldn’t figure out was how he’d gotten here.

     Frustrated, he fell onto a bench just outside the library. He supposed that would be his next move. Leaning forward, he let his head drop into his hands before breathing in deeply and leaning back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the bars of chocolate he’d been given. As luck would have it, he unwrapped it, but just as he was about to take a bite, the melted treat fell onto his lap.

lemme lay down a starter call while i finish up following the masterlist. cap will be four (4) and i’ll try to get at least a few written out tonight.