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[vinnyvamppp]

pls pls make a part two for the nolan x fem viltrumite reader fic 🙏🙏🙏

The Replacement PT 2

Note: I didn't expect it to blow up, especially since Nolan x reader isn't popular (SURPRISINGLY?!), but this is the fourth request, so here you go! @xecres1cloud @loudloudsilly

Synopsis: When he calls you after weeks of silence and it isn’t just to fulfill a duty. It isn’t just to ensure the future of his legacy. Because by the time the night is over, he finds himself lingering instead of leaving... You both know he’s already lost.

Warnings: Cheating, Mentions of Smut (Isw the next part will have it), Shift in Family Dynamics, Pre-Invincible Timeline, Changes to Plot For Convenience, Drama, Childhood Friends, etc. Word Count: 2,533 Omni-Man/Nolan Grayson x Fem!Viltrumite!Reader

Nolan had been raised in the doctrine of Viltrum, bred for war like all of their kind, forged in the fire of planetary conquest. But even among their ranks, he had stood out—stronger, faster, sharper. A warrior of promise. One whose name would carry weight among their people. That was when he met you.

You had been assigned to the same planetary campaign. Two soldiers, two weapons in the grand design of Viltrum’s expansion. You had fought beside him, bled beside him, watched him slaughter entire civilizations with the same ruthless precision you had been trained to admire. And for the first time in his life, Nolan found himself looking at someone who truly matched him. You were equals in everything until you weren’t because Nolan was given Earth. And you were sent somewhere else.

It was never a true friendship. Viltrumites didn’t have such things but it was respect and understanding. So, this was doomed to fail. It had been weeks, you’d had come to terms that the man simply fell in love with pest he calls a wife. Until… the message came when you least expected it.

A simple transmission, frequency scrambled, his voice low and unreadable:

"Meet me. Midnight. The mountain."

No pleasantries. No explanation. Just coordinates and expectations.

And yet, when you arrived, hovering just above the jagged rock formations overlooking the city, he was already there standing near the edge, arms crossed, back turned to you as if deep in thought. The wind pulled at his cape, its billowing drawing further attention to him. "You took longer than I expected," you remarked, landing beside him. Nolan glanced at you, expression unreadable. "I had things to consider."

"And now?" You asked, his jaw tensing. “Now, I’ve decided." You felt something stir in your chest. Not surprise. No, you knew he would come to this conclusion eventually. What intrigued you was the way he looked at you when he said it. Not as a comrade. Not as a soldier. But as something else. Something that allured you unnaturally so.

"We’ll do this the right way," he continued. That brought pause. The right way? There was no right or wrong among Viltrumites. Only efficiency, only survival. Your lips parted to question him, but before you could speak, he added, almost awkwardly:

"Tomorrow. There’s a place in the city." A beat. His brow furrowed slightly, as if recalling something foreign. "A restaurant." You blinked. "A restaurant?" His expression hardened. "It’s where humans go before mating." You stared at him. Then, despite yourself, you laughed. "You’re taking me on a date?" His gaze flickered towards you. "Don’t say it like that."

"Oh, I’ll say it however I like," you teased, stepping closer before tilting your head. "Tell me, Nolan—how long did it take you to figure that out? Did you study human courtship? Read books, perhaps?"

His eye twitched. You knew you were getting under his skin, but you couldn’t help it. Nolan Grayson, a man bred for war, was attempting to romance you like one of these feeble Earth men. It was almost endearing.

His voice dropped lower, obviously irritated but with a firmness. "You said Earth made me comfortable—made me hesitate. I refuse to let that happen again." His fingers twitched at his sides. "This will be done efficiently. Properly. I will produce a stronger heir, but I will not have it feel… sloppy."

Your smirk widened. "So this is a mission, then?" He held your gaze for a long moment. "It’s necessary," He said.

"That’s not an answer."

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t reply.

Interesting.

You let the silence settle before finally exhaling through your nose, a sharp amusement flickering in your expression. "Fine, Nolan. I’ll humor you. We’ll do this your way. But I expect you to impress me." He scoffed. "I don’t need to impress you." You leaned in further, eyes meeting beneath the night's blanket. "And yet, here you are. Trying."

His glare was sharp, but beneath it, you could see something else. A crack in the foundation. A hesitation he hadn’t fully stomped out. And you would enjoy breaking it further.

The restaurant was small. Intimate, by human standards. Dim lighting, polished tables, the sound of distant conversations murmuring beneath soft, unfamiliar music. You sat across from Nolan Grayson, watching him attempt to play his part in this ridiculous human ritual. You had never seen him look so out of place.

His large frame nearly dwarfed the table, his hands too controlled, as if forcing himself not to cross his arms defensively. His usual confidence was there, but laced with awareness of the setting around him.

He had fought in wars, and conquered planets, and yet, you could see him struggling to sit in this chair as if unsure how to proceed at this moment. It was fascinating and almost hilarious.

"You look uncomfortable," you observed, sipping from the glass of wine the waiter had left. You had no intention of finishing it. Human alcohol was weak, but the act itself amused you. Nolan exhaled through his nose. "This is pointless."

"Then why are we here?"

His eyes flicked to yours. Something unreadable passed through them. He paused for a long moment, "Because I wanted to see if I could do it." You raised a brow. "Do what?" His fingers tapped once against the table, his expression somewhat displeased. "Live among them without forgetting what I am."

Ah. Now that was interesting.

"You’re adapting," you mused, tilting your head. "Becoming one of them." His glare returned instantly. "I am not one of them." Your head tilted at his response, its curtness sharp enough to cut through the atmosphere. "Then why did you bring me here?" His fingers twitched again.

You smirked. "Admit it, Nolan. You’ve become more like them than you’d like to believe. You thought this would be… appropriate, didn’t you? A way to control the situation. To keep it from being ‘sloppy.’" You leaned forward slightly, voice lowering. "But the fact that you even care about control proves you’ve already lost it."

He tensed, his jaw tight. But he didn’t deny it.

You let the silence stretch before leaning back again, swirling the wine in your glass. "It’s alright. I won’t tell the others." His eyes darkened. "Watch yourself." He warned, only causing you to grin, this authoritative side of him was rarely directed towards you. "Or what? You’ll take me on a second date?"

His scowl deepened.

Oh, you were going to enjoy this.

You felt your pulse quicken in response, but you didn’t let it show. You only smirked, tilting your head slightly. "What is it, Nolan?" He exhaled through his nose. His voice was lower when he finally spoke. "You think you know everything." Your voice lowered as your fingers ran the rim of your plate. "I know enough." His lips twitched—just barely and with chilling calmness, he said, "Then you know I always finish what I start."

The words sent a slow, thrilling pulse down your spine. You held his gaze for a moment longer before smirking. "Prove it." And just like that—whatever game he had been playing ended. Nolan stood abruptly, tossing a few bills onto the table without a second glance. He walked past you, heading toward the exit.

Following behind him, you watched his muscles tense through his shirt, his body language betraying his confliction almost as much as your emotions were. He could feel it—the slight shift in the air, the deliberate rhythm of your steps trailing just behind his own.

Something inside him tightened at the confirmation.

The moment he stepped outside, the cool night air hitting his face, he exhaled sharply. He was irritated—not at you, but at himself. At the entire ridiculous situation. What the hell had he been thinking? Taking you to a restaurant? Entertaining this absurd, human notion of courtship when you had already been willing from the start? He should have just handled this like a soldier, like a Viltrumite. “You’re angry,” you mused from behind him, amusement laced in your tone. Nolan scoffed, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. “I’m annoyed.” Your brow arched. “At me?” He sighed, “At this.” His voice came out lower than he intended, the frustration bleeding through. “This entire… process. This wasn’t supposed to be complicated.”

“Then stop making it complicated.”

Your words came with a quiet finality that made him halt mid-step. Slowly, he turned to face you. You had stopped just a few paces behind him, arms folded, watching him with that infuriatingly knowing look. You had baited him in that restaurant. You had pushed him, deliberately forcing him to see the cracks in his own logic. And now, here you were, waiting and calling his bluff. He stepped forward, voice dropping. “You think you’ve won.” Your smirk widened just slightly. “I know I have.”

A long pause.

Then, before he could rationalize it, before he could stop himself, Nolan closed the remaining distance between you and grabbed the back of your neck, crushing his mouth against yours. It wasn’t controlled. It wasn’t precise. It was rough. Frustrated. A mix of anger and something else—something neither of you were willing to name, but had always been deep rooted. But whatever this was, whatever game had been playing out between you for weeks… It had finally tipped over the edge.

His calloused fingers scraped against your neck. The hunger was there, simmering beneath the surface, his self-control slipping as his fingers tightened. The way his breath hitched when you pressed closer. When he finally deepened the kiss, it was warm and consuming, but never careless. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like he needed you to feel it, to understand the weight behind it. The weight behind what he was about to do. Nolan should have left an hour ago.

Maybe two.

He wasn’t sure anymore.

Time had always been a trivial thing for their kind—measured in centuries rather than fleeting moments—but tonight, it had slipped through his fingers entirely.

He stood at the edge of the ridge, breathing in the cool night air. The stars stretched endlessly above him, the faint hum of distant city lights flickering below, his barely clothed body shimmering dramatically. But the only thing he was focused on was you.

You were still catching your breath beside him, skin still warm from where he had gripped you too tightly, his thumb unconsciously brushing over a fading red mark on your arm. Neither of you had spoken in the past few minutes, content to let the silence settle between you like an unspoken understanding. Even if you had your doubts, perhaps your relationship with your ex- husband wasn’t as fruitful as preconceived. Nolan now had a softness in bed, one he surely adapted from being with that human, and one that made you feel more than a Viltrumite… it made you feel special. Only because it was him. You both had riddled one another in kisses, nothing to get caught, but surely more than intended, barely breaching the child bearing process to your liking.

As if reading his thoughts, you exhaled a quiet laugh. “You’re still here.” Nolan tensed. The words were simple, but the meaning behind them wasn’t. He should have been gone already. Should have returned home, slid back into his life like nothing had happened, just as he had so many times before. This was your third meeting now, each time you two explored further.

But instead, he was lingering. His jaw tightened. “I lost track of time.” You hummed, tilting your head slightly as you studied him. “That’s unlike you.” He didn’t respond, he wasn’t sure how. Because the truth was, it was unlike him. It was unlike everything he had been trained to be, to be calculating, disciplined, never indulgent. And yet, here he was. Still with you.

When he should have been somewhere else.

When he should have been with—

The buzzing of his phone shattered the quiet. Both of you froze. Nolan turned it over in his palm, staring at the screen as the name Debbie lit up the night. You didn’t move, didn’t push, but he could feel your presence beside him, watching. Waiting.

His grip tightened around the device. The vibration seemed louder than it should have been, rattling through his bones. He could answer it and he should. But for the first time in his entire life… he hesitated. The moment soon stretched just long enough for the call to go silent. You inhaled softly, then, with a slow, deliberate motion, reached forward—your fingers brushing the edge of his hand, barely a touch, but enough to send a ripple of something dangerous through him. “Are you going to call her back?”

Nolan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He knew what you were doing—letting him make the choice. Not pushing, not forcing, just watching. Observing as you always had. Letting him realize it for himself. Slowly, his thumb hovered over the screen. Then, deliberately he pressed decline. Turning away as he returned to be with you.

A low, satisfied hum left him as he finally leaned back, eyes dragging over you like he was memorizing the sight. Clearly, pleased with his work. His hand traced the curve of your thigh absentmindedly before tightening, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you shiver. Then, with that smirk, the one that always meant trouble—he exhaled a quiet chuckle.

“You look exhausted,” he mused, voice laced with amusement. His thumb stroked lazily over your skin. “Guess I shouldn’t expect much fight from you next time.” Slowly, you exhaled through your nose, a brow raised. "Oh?" You shifted purposefully to make him doubt himself. "You think too highly of yourself, Nolan."

Debbie stared at her phone, brows knitting together in quiet concern as the call ended without an answer. That was… unusual. Nolan always answered. Even when he was in the middle of something, even when he was too far away to get home quickly, he always let her know. She glanced at the clock. 3:27 AM. A small pit formed in her stomach. She set the phone down, exhaling slowly. He’s fine, she told herself. He’s Omni-Man. If something had happened, I’d know. Even so, she laid back down, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the unease curling around her ribs. Nolan could feel something shifting in his home.

Debbie hadn’t changed. She was still the same, still trusting, still blind to what was happening behind her back. But Mark? He was beginning to watch him. At first, it had been subtle. A hesitation before responding, a lingering glance when Nolan would return home. But tonight, when he finally walked through the front door, hours later than he should have, Mark was already there.

“Where were you?”

The words were casual, tossed out in passing, but Nolan knew better. He could hear the edge in them, the underlying suspicion. He barely looked up from the newspaper in his hands. “Working.” Mark leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. “Huh. That’s weird.” Nolan finally glanced at him. “Weird how?” Mark shrugged. “Just… didn’t see anything on the news about it.”

The statement hung between them.

For a brief moment, Nolan considered giving a real explanation. Just something to satisfy the boy’s curiosity before it turned into something worse. Control the situation. Nolan’s eyebrows furrowed just slightly, and his voice dropped into something heavier. “I don’t need to explain myself to you, Mark.” The words landed exactly as intended.

Mark stiffened, lips pursed into a thin line before finally nodding. “…Right.” He pushed off the counter and left the room without another word. Nolan exhaled slowly, this was getting dangerous. He felt guilty for misleading Mark, he was his child after all. And yet, when night fell, when the house grew quiet again… He still left. Still went back to you. Again. And again.

PART THREE

[libraryofolive]

bad idea.. right?

featuring: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

genre: smut, pwp, so MDNI 18+

synopsis: After getting a 'u up?' text from your ex, Toji Fushiguro, you decide that fucking seeing him tonight was a bad idea... right?

warnings: smut (obvs), no real plot icl, afab!reader, exes trope but not really mentioned, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), degradation (slut, whore, etc), mention of crying, breeding kink, fingering, thigh riding, clothed sex, cock warming towards the end, multiple orgasms, mentions of overstim, couch sex, against the door at one point, mentions of dumbification, squirting, not proofread!

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The glare coming off your phone illuminated your face as you sat in the back of the dark taxi, nervously nibbling at you lip. From a number you had deleted from your contacts for you own sanity, but were too self-destructive to block like you really should have, a u up? message stared back at you. You mulled the decision over, swinging back and forth between honouring the plans you were on your way to and damning them all to hell for a (not so) quick fuck you knew would have you seeing stars like a tennis ball during a match. Deep down, you knew what your decision was going to be as soon as you got your notification. Sighing, you leaned forward to give the driver a new address.

As the car pulled up to the block of flats, a frown was plastered on your face. You couldn’t believe yourself - why were you doing this, again? How had your night gone from meeting your friends for a drink to being back at Toji Fushiguro’s house, inevitably to end up in his bed?

Your footsteps were the only sound as you trodded up the stairs, the slow, rhythmic thud thud thud souding nothing like the rapid pounding of your heart. You knocked on the familiar door, cursing yourself as you did so. The door swung open immediately, desperately - almost as if he’d been waiting right on the other side. Was he as as hooked on you as you were on him?

His large frame - there really was no way to describe him - filled the door way, one hand on the door knob, the other resting on the opposite side. A lazy grin was plastered on his irritatingly attractive face as he looked you up and down - you hoped he didn’t think you had gotten all dressed up for him.

“Nice to see you, doll.” His voice was the epitomy of smug as he raised a singular eyebrow at you. “What happened to never seeing me again.” ”Shut up.” You hissed, glaring at him.

“Okay.” It would be the only time Toji agreed with you that night, as he bent down to crash his lips against yours. His hands left the door and attached themselves to your cheeks, a primal clawing at you to bring you impossibly closer rather than the loving caress most would expect. Nothing about Toji had ever, or would ever, be an adoring touch. Instead, everything was hot, passionate, a bright flame that burns out too quickly, only to be reignited. The match, a simple text. By morning, the light would once again be gone.

Toji started moving backwards, pulling you with him, only to kick his front door shut behind you, never once breaking the kiss. His hands left your face, finding their way lower and lower, until they were resting on the back of your thighs. So close to wear you wanted him, yet so far. You paid no mind to his bruising grip - things were always like that with the Fushiguro man - until he broke the kiss to utter a single word.

“Jump.” You obeyed his command without thinking, it was always hard to think when it came to Toji. Just the thought of him was intoxicating, ridding your brain of any semblance of common sense. He caged you between his muscled body and the door, your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth found yours again as one of his hands snaked back up to your body, cupping one of your breasts.

“Missed these pretty fuckin’ tits.” He whispered as his mouth made its way towards your neck, sucking an biting in a way you knew would leave the evidence of your misdemeanours that your friends would absolutely judge you for in the morning. You would have been able to see their disapproving looks and shakes of their heads if it weren’t for Toji’s knee raising to rest against the wall, underneath your throbbing pussy. A gasp ripped its way out of your throat as you grinded against it, the friction making you simply burn in pleasure.

“That’s it, mama, grind on my leg like the perfect little bitch you are.” He muttered as his lips travelled to your collarbone, leaving his marks there, too. Your hips continued their ministrations, panties soaked and your slick seeping its way onto Toji’s trouser leg, skirt hiking up to your waist from your efforts. With the way you were moaning and mewling, Toji would be having noise complaints in the morning. Your hands latched onto Toji’s hair, giving it a harsh tug every time your clit rubbed against his thigh through your underwear, deep groans leaving him every time he felt the pricks of pain. You felt your orgasm building deep in your core, building and building - “Toji, gonna cum!” you whined - before it crescendoed, pleasure crashing down onto you as you threw your head back against the wall, a down right pornographic moan leaving you.

“Yeah, ‘s what I like to see.” Toji’s voice was rough, gravelly, filled with desire in a was only you could cause. The strong man scooped you into his arms, away from the wall, hands resting on (and firmly groping) your ass as he carried you away from the wall and onto his couch, the bedroom being far too much of walk. He needed you, and needed you now.

He threw you onto the sofa, what was once a mini skirt hiked so high it was nothing more than a belt. Immediately, his teeth found the waist of your panties, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to god knows which corner of his living room. He maintained eye contact throughout the entire ordeal, pupils blown out with lust. The sight had what felt like all of the heat in your body blooming in your centre. Soon Toji’s mouth was on yours again, your mind still swamped in a post-orgasmic haze, as one of his thick fingers pushed inside you, using your cum as lube. The sensation had you moaning into Toji’s mouth, eyes rolling back as his thumb found your clit.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut.” Toji pulled his mouth from yours, but pressed your foreheads together as he uttered his degrading comments into your ears. His finger pistoned in and out of you, before he added a second finger, preparing you for his dick.

“Too much!” You mewled as he spread you open on his two fingers, overstimulation starting to set in.

“Aw, dolly, don’t lie. We both know you can take it.” He grinned, a downright sinful look on his face. After what felt like far too long yet still not long enough, he pulled his fingers away, licking them clean of your essence.

“Your taste is my favourite thing about you, ma.” He said, pulling down his trousers and boxers just far enough for his hard cock to spring free, practically slapping against his chest. The whole scene was so depraved, you sprawled on the couch, hair a mess, slick running down you thighs. The only piece of clothing shed from the both of you being your ruined panties, it being too much hassle to pull away from each other long enough to strip any further.

Toji climbed on top of you lining up his leaking cock with your entrance. He slid inside you, the stretch all-consuming. Your eyes rolled back, a mix between a whimper and a moan sounding from you as he buried himself deep in your walls.

“Please, ‘ji, need it.”

“Need what, baby? C’mon now, be a big girl, use your words.”

“Move! Please, just move.” Tears lined your waterline as you clawed at his chest, begging him to do anything.

“My nasty girl wants to be fucked like a whore, huh?” He taunted, staying still as a statue whilst sheathed inside you.

“Yes, please!”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” His voice was dangerous as he pulled his hips back, before - without warning - slamming back into you until your pelvises once again met, tip bullying tat spot inside you that makes you go crazy. He set a brutal pace, the whiplash between being completely full to completely empty so quickly driving you downright insane, his thumb drawing harsh circles on your clit. You let out incoherent babbles as you went dumb on Toji’s thick cock, only spurred on by the degrading filth he was whispering into your ear.

When he felt you fluttering around him, mumbles starting to sound like something along the lines of ‘gonna cum,’ his filth took a different turn. “You gonna cum baby?” He asked, “You want me to cum with you? Fill you up with it? Knock you up so you’re stuck with me forever? Gonna put a baby in ya. You’d like that wouldn’t ya?” You nodded your head furiously, too overwhelmed with the overflowing pit of pleasure in your stomach to properly form words.

“Yeah, knew you’d want that. Such a good slut for me aren’t ya? Cum with me baby, cum now.” He groaned as he pushed himself into you one last time, letting himself ride out the pleasure. As your walls clenched around him, he knew you had joined him in letting that dam of pleasure go, doubly so as he felt you squirt around him. He collapsed on top of you - cock still snugly inside - like a weighted blanket.

Heavy breathing filled the air as the two of you laid there, both unkempt messes, on Toji’s couch. He knew by tomorrow morning you will have disappeared, sneaking back to your own home in the early hours. But led on top of you like that, Toji allowed himself to imagine you truly being his again, even though he knew it was his fault you left him.

[dystincts]

hi hi !! the burden of uni is finally over and i would LOVE to get back into writing and get some plots going !! currently looking for some other 18+ long term writing partners who mainly write on discord ! text threads, descriptive threads, headcanons… you name it and i’ll totally be down to write it ! i am also open to any pairing whether it be mxf, mxm, fxf, etc etc and also open to write any sort of plot or genre whatsoever !!

for more info you’re more than welcome to check out my pinned post ^^ and if you’re interested, pls don’t hesitate to give this post a like or send me a message ! 🫶

[lostin-thewild]

should i be doing this? no. am i doing it anyway? yes. ya girl just wants to write. if we have written together or currently have a server, you are included. pls reach out if you want to keep writing! my name is carly, she/her, est. i'm 31 so i really want partners who are 25+ bc i feel old and want people closer to my age! i write on discord only, and i love using tupper. i have been flakey in the past, but i really want to make an official comeback to writing so i'm looking for some active partners! i promise if you're in, i will be the most obsessed and annoying human, constantly wanting to do headcanons, make playlists, pinterest boards, tumblr tags, etc. i also love to do text threads and things like that so we can write even on the days we're busy! (bc i am busy and can't do full replies every day!) i so value becoming friends with my rp partners and developing an ooc relationship!!

i tend to do mostly mxf but i love mxm with the right plot/pairing and i will do fxf but i'm picky! tho i also love to do family/friend/platonic/etc. plots with any pairing! i lean toward playing male muses, but i do have some female muses as well! my fave is to create universes where we have multiple interconnected characters and we just go cray! i'm down for smut and some nsfw themes, but if you put a heavy focus on smut/nsfw themes, i'm probably not for you! down for any genre: real life, fantasy, sci-fi, historical. what ever!! some plots i'm interested in are listed under the cut! but if you want to know more about me and what i'm into, you can find my about me page here, my wanted fcs tag here, and my wanted plots tag here!

if any of this sounds good to you, give this a like or message me on tumblr!

i will marry and give my first born to anyone who gives me any plot from this page

hunger games (i love exploring the lives of victors)

sports rivals (pls give me a hockey plot with teammates who hate each other sdfsdfa)

f!serial killer x m!detective

any type of fantasy world building

forever obsessed with bisexual disasters/friends to lovers dynamics

mafia stuff

would kiss anyone on the mouth who gave me emily carey, milly alcock, or olivia cooke in a fantasy/historical plot

bodyguard plots

rom com plots!!! (sweet home alabama, pretty woman, the proposal, just go with it, set it up, while you were sleeping, the girl next door, trainwreck, clueless, bridget jones’s diary, chasing liberty, LITERALLY ANY)

something with dragon riders pls pls

[eiinsamkeit]

hello friends! i'm rain [29] & almost desperately looking for a couple long-term writing partners over on discord to indulge in fantasy or dystopian plots/worldbuilding ♡

✦ 21+ with 25+ preferred, please dni with this post if you are any younger.

✦ i write all genders & love to have more than one muse, so only interested in partners who do the same. fxm, mxm, fxf. both smut & fade to black are the same to me!

✦ short-medium replies. i can reply very fast but at the lowest, you should be able to expect 2 replies per week from me.

✦ craving a partner who just. loves to send inspo [music, pictures, etc.], gush about our characters & worldbuild as much as me!! let's come up with different dynamics, not only romance but friendships, enemies, anything! ♡

✦ below you can find some tropes i love! if you're interested, pls like this post or message me ♡

romantic tropes: enemies to lovers, royal x knight, soulmates, age gaps, opposites, mentor romance, ...

general tropes: FOUND FAMILY!!!!, reluctant heros/rulers, prophecies, adventure parties & pirate crews ...

✦ i'm in my reading romantasy era so if you are too ... 👀✨

[the-one-who-spins]

((💎//OOC))

Hey! If you couldn’t tell, this is a Shuichi Iguchi RP/ask blog. I have a few quick things to acknowledge!

⚠️RULES ⚠️

—No suggestive asks, please! Joking or playful “flirting” is condoned, but please bear in mind that admin is a minor. Keep that PG.

—Basic DNI criteria will be implemented; anyone not meeting it will be blocked. No proship, no hateful speech, nothing of the sort! Not just on my blog. If you interact and I find that stuff on your profile, don’t expect to see mine again.

—Do not spam! Asking more than one thing is perfectly okay, but if I haven’t answered you, I am likely busy or just haven’t found a way I want to do so yet.

—No venting or sharing very personal information! Unless it is in character in some way with previous context (i.e, a heart-to-heart) , this can be very stressful for me and/or potentially dangerous to you.

—Do not force interaction results! If you want a specific reaction from me, there is a high chance you will not get what you are expecting. If that happens, i ask that you take it with grace and good nature. I’m only here to have fun.

THINGS TO KNOW

—As mentioned before, admin is a minor. Despite this, i am comfortable with interactions of any age, so long as you are too!

—This is my first RP blog on tumblr! I feel the need to iterate that. I’m so nervous. Like ill and anxious. But I want to enjoy myself!

—Headcanons will be incorporated into the character to make it immersive. This won’t be huge personality-altering things or something, but they’re still there. If you disagree with them, please just look past it!

—Responses will often be awkward or snarky on purpose, possibly to the point of rudeness. Take no offense! All responses are played up to fit the character.

—While I’m aware of all major plot points in bnha, there are some parts (especially that in the most recent animated bnha seasons and forward) that I haven’t seen for myself via the anime nor manga. That said, I may not be aware of specific events if referenced, but I’ll do my damndest!

—Finally, this blog has no specific date in the canonical timeline. It’s mostly a “yeah stuff happened, also everyone lived” au.

Pls message me if you ever have anything to discuss, clarify, propose etc etc—or if I’ve pushed some boundary! I am not good at reading the room so if you have any issues, bring it up with me and I swear I will do whatever I can to adjust and keep everyone comfortable. I just want myself and others to be happy and entertained here! I won’t be offended.

That’s all for now! <3

P.S., if you ever want to chat or see my other content (mostly art), my main blog is the-kinning-hour

[baddrcams]

I wanted to pop into the tags to seek more long-term di*scord partners. I usually write m/f or f/f (need more sapphic love pls and thanks <3) !! I've been writing for a long time and am 26 so pls I'd prefer everyone be 21+ before interacting <3* !! I'll add some plots I have muse for under the cut but pls give this a like or send me a message if you're interested !! (I don't like to 'double' for m/f sake, but I am down for multiple threads, just dont use me for my guys I guess?) *fade to black is okay even if above 21 obviously!! although sm*t is usually my vibe

im still in a bridgerton s3 brainrot unfortunately, so childhood friends to lovers vibes maybe? we could try the whole one has been pinining but moving on and the other is now started to pine OR we could do something totally different, i just want love that stems from familiarity with one another etc.

plot based off of pretty woman !!

maybe a little horror? serial killer in love anyone? the insatiable infatuation, the obsession, the creepy longing??? i want it all lol

this is kind of like the above but an aged up heathers style au!!

supernatural love!! give me a set of opposing creatures or the classic creature/human trope !! (i.e demons, vampires, werewolves, witches, etc etc)

hear me ouuuut but love island au!! just 1x1 but its like their dating around but keep coming back to each other, give me hooking up but trying to hide it from the cameras!! give me secret convos in the pool !! idk im also in a LI brainrot atm so

give me muse a needs something from muse b and is super manipulative to get it but falls for muse b and then its too late bc now muse b knows and now don't trust them!! a classic but a goody.

[squishywizardd]

Hello! I was going through the rc tag here and I saw that you are very active within the fandom (and funny as hell too 😭😭) and I wanted your advice!

so I've been away from rc for two years now, the reason was because I had almost no diamonds at all back in the day and I didn't have any money to buy more, so I kept logging in every day to gain diamonds and stuff. I managed to get a lot of it now and I'm ready to spend them!! I wanted to ask, what are (in your opinion) the best stories in there right now?? there's so many and I don't know which one I should start 😭

EEEEE HELLOOOOOO!!!! Thanks for the question!!!! And I’m so glad you love my brainrot memes.

**if anyone has good recs they like pls feel free to comment!!***

It honestly depends on what genre you’re interested in, there’s SO many great stories out.

My favourite story currently releasing is The Thunderstorms Saga - the plot, characters, music, story, setting, LIs, clothes etc. are all TOP TIER. I’m so obsessed with it I’ve started making spotify playlists 😭😭

My all time favourite story is The Desert Rose - this isn’t a common pick because it does get a bit slow at points but the LIs and the story and the writing and the music is just so so stunning. Morocco is a very special place to me so that probably influenced it. And my all time favourite fictional LI is Adil from this story. IYKYK 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Some other recs of stories I love:

- Flower from Tiamat’s Fire (fantasy. SO GOOD. INSANE)

- The Heaven’s Secret universe!! (Can you tell I love fantasy hahah) start with HS, then HS 2, then Heaven’s Secret Requiem and Astrea’s Broken Heart (the last two can be read at the same time as they cross over)

- Song of the Crimson Nile (ancient Egypt and the MC is a dark magician - as a huge history buff im SO obsessed with this story)

- Kali Call of Darkness (1) / Kali Flame of Samsara (2) (mystery and intrigue set in India)

- Heart of Trespia (my first RC story, also fantasy, holds a special place in my heart)

- Theodora (time travel drama, cry cry cry your eyes out)

- And The Haze Will Take Us (supernatural, lowkey horror, based in a slavic setting I believe? Someone correct me if I’m wrong. Really loving this rn too).

Honestly all of the new stories are quite good!! But I’m not too sure what genre you’re after so feel free to message me and we can find one you like!!! HOPE THIS HELPS HAPPY READING OMG ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[exorcqism]

❛ THE DESIRE DISEASE — 欲望

choso x f!reader ﾉ MDNI

𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso finally has a feeling of want, need, and deep desire..

𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (still a cursed spirit), modern AU, nsfw, female anatomy, mentions of abuse, smoking, possible sexual content, mentions of murder/suicide, canon/modern lore mixes, obsession, etc.

𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ new layoutttt :) but this story MIGHT be a series. if ya like it i’ll keep going. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (if i decide that this should be a series, pls lmk if you wanna be tagged) (and don’t steal this plot or i’ll find you.)

𑂻𑂴 misc. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ masterlist ,, AO3 — dark mode recommended. WC — 2.23K

humans have a complex mind. they can never make up their minds about anything. their wants and needs consistently change periodically and they go with whatever suits them. they may need food, a drink, new clothes or shoes just to be stylish for the occasion.

they also crave attention, drugs, money, and sex. this is what we would call the desire disease. a compelling disease that plunges you into the dark depths of life, pushing you to do the unimaginable but most important thing in your personal perspective at that moment. your impulses. those odd and horrible thoughts that cross your mind in the middle of the night, suddenly being acted on in broad daylight.

such disease develops in all living beings fairly quickly. they see what they want, they have fantasies of having such thing, they act, and receive. if one does not receive their desire, they will push extremities to have what they desire. there are four stages of this disease.

exposure, isolation, consumption, obsession.

one can jump immediately from stage one to stage four in the matter of months…days…hours…minutes….seconds.

giving in to your desires leads to infection. turning away from your desires means you have been cured. no one is ever cured, unfortunately.

choso never had a want for anything. as long as he was treated well, he didn’t mind the horrors of being so-called human and being accustomed to their ways of life. the boy could never hate anyone, for he feared being hated by everyone.

there was only one person that he had a deep hatred for. the one responsible for giving him such a terrible life. the one that took his mother from him, who he barely knew. no memories existed of this woman…but he loved her.

he’d make a vow to himself to kill his father when he was able to find him after he was left behind to live on his own. his father’s death was brutal…but it was hard to fight against the man that cared nothing for him and his brothers. it drove choso to insanity when he figured out that a young boy named yuji itadori was his brother…and his father tricked him into killing him. the male was lucky to realize this before yuji died.

bloody clothes, bloody shoes, and an apathetic expression. each step he took, there was an unsettling squelching noise while his father lied on the hardwood floor, dead.

but he left a message…signed in his own crimson fluid.

“i’ve made many mistakes growing into this body i was given. though, my words cannot express how grateful i am to be in a vessel like this…my words also cannot express how much hatred i feel for you. i’ve bent to your will before many times, unknowing of who you truly were…then i figured you out. you’ve ruined my life…so i took yours. you’ve made me capable of such power—that is what i am thankful for. but i will never forgive you for the hell i’ve been forced to endure because of your actions. if i should meet you again, i hope you die rougher than you had when i killed you. if i should cry, i cry for my mother. not you. i cannot form an apology or sympathy for you but i shall give you a goodbye and give you the gift of exposure. you wanted the attention, right?”

not that he ever craved the idea of murder, he seemed somewhat relaxed that day when he believed that he was free from the prison he called home once before. it would be considered odd behavior among humans and he’d be accused for the death of someone…but he knew he’d be full on guilty. he should’ve made it look like a suicide. he’s seen murders look like that in movies.

he’d travel to the bathroom, cleaning himself off and changing into some new clothes and shoes to avoid being found out. he’d remove the ponytails from his head, leaving his hair to hang down over his shoulders and reaching the trapezius of his back.

he would wipe the purple eyeshadow from eyes as he stared at the dark purple irises in the mirror, revealing how dead and tired he truly was. it was like his body could shut down at any moment.

now, choso had been wearing a black hoodie and a pair of pants. something so simple. it would last him a while until he would have to steal some clothes or wash them at a laundromat that he could just barely afford.

he sighed, planning his next move as he’d drag the corpse into the backyard and bury it deep down into the soil before walking back inside.

this was where he would remain…and he’d start a new life without the monster that concealed him from the world…from his own life.

PRESENT DAY — AUGUST 13TH

“see ya, kid.” the tattoo artist called after choso. the male silently lifted his hand before exiting the shop. he had gotten a new piercing just above his left eyebrow. the man that done this body art for him was his favorite and probably someone he could consider a friend.

choso had a few piercings now. a tongue piercing that nearly reached the tip of it, two cartilage piercings in his left ear with two regular earrings to accompany them, a side lip piercing, which was a simple silver ring and a nose piercing. he was torn between a septum and a simple diamond stud but he got the stud anyway. he didn’t wanna be too extra.

the male was influenced by what people would call “emo” style. he loves rock music and wearing rings on his fingers. even his clothing style stands out a lot. the band tees that blow lightly in the wind and large combat boots that slam against the floor each time he walked.

choso even cut his hair into a wolf cut. a style that he had been interested in for a while. his hair was fluffy and dyed black. different from his original brown hair. the male would also paint his nails black but the polish was a bit cheap so he was always painting over them.

he looked like the epitome of an emo boy.

knowing that he was a bit ashamed of existence, he would cover his blood mark with a bandage when he went out in public, which raised a lot of questions.

“ah, it’s just a scratch i got. it’s just healing.” he’d say simply.

pulling his hood over his head, he’d make his way to the liquor store, buying himself a pack of cigarettes, a few tv dinners, and a new lighter. the second he left, he’d immediately open the pack and take out a cigarette, the chain jingling from his jeans as he walked.

the male didn’t have any source of income at the moment, so finding money was crucial. even if it meant stealing it. inside, he usually felt bad but he would remind himself that he needed it more than the entitled humans that walked with their chins up and their chests out while he stood on the sidelines. silent and slumped over.

he knew stealing was morally wrong but something in his mind just told him to take what he needed and to never hesitate…but he always hesitated.

back at home, he would clean each of his piercings, playing with the one above his eyebrow and wincing a bit, followed by a couple of swears.

the house was quite peaceful now that there wasn’t anyone nagging at him or telling him that he was a waste of time. he was happy that he wasn’t being attacked all the time, having to physically fight back in order to avoid being seriously hurt.

this kind of behavior sent him into a state of emptiness rather than trauma or fear. it explains his dull expression. the bandages that covered his bloodied and bruised skin only reminded him of how bad he wanted to get away.

choso made his way to the backyard. it was a serene area with a tiny stony waterfall, which pooled into a small body of water. there was a large japanese maple tree in the middle of the yard…this was where he buried his father. but he entirely ignored that aspect.

instead of being locked away in his room, like he had been for most of his existence, he would come outside and sit near the miniature waterfall to find peace.

on his phone, scrolling through instagram is where he would find a beautiful picture of a girl taking a simple photo of her in her room. that girl was you. choso was instantly captivated by your soft smile and the shape and color of your eyes.

he was about to like the photo but he decided that he’d look on your account some more. you had an interesting style that heavily matched you. something that would stand out among others. if there was a large crowd in public, he’d probably notice you first.

bookmarking a few of your photos, he decided that he would save them for later to admire the new love of his life. there was one thing that held him back a bit…you were human. he was terrified, thinking that you wouldn’t like him.

‘you’d probably hate me..’ he thought. ‘i’m not like you.’

then again, how would you know? he looks just like everyone else. how would you be able to tell that he was a cursed spirit until he told you so or if he revealed his abilities to you? you won’t know. you’ll never know.

a faint smile appeared on his face as he would type a comment on your recent photo, simply complimenting you then quickly turning his phone off, worrying about how you’d react. the adrenaline was speeding through his veins.

his phone vibrates and he quickly drops it, now going into a panic about what the alert might’ve been. having a phone was always scary to him because it was always making noise.

slowly, he’d reach for the phone and turn it over, frowning a bit when he saw the small crack on the screen protector. that frown quickly turned into a smile when he seen the notification from you, replying to his comment and liking it. he also noticed that it was a pinned comment.

he didn’t know if he should be excited or horrified that he was noticed by you so quickly. he was tempted to text you now but again, he was scared…but he fell in love so quickly.

he spent his next few days on a burner account, watching your story and screenshotting the photos on you posted, smiling excitedly each time he would randomly check your account just to see that you posted a new picture or a video.

he swore up and down that you were simply a crush and that he’d move on fairly quickly once he loses interest. but deep down, he could never get rid of you. you were always on his mind. he wanted you. he needed you. he craved you.

this is the first stage of the desire disease—exposure.

it was an amazing coincidence when he saw you in public in the store he went to consistently for cigarettes. a blush settled across his cheeks as he noticed you with your friend buying some snacks for yourselves.

listening to your voice was like a song that he couldn’t get out of his head. it was memorable. but the second he realized that he was staring, he would blink and try to focus on what he was originally trying to do.

“you know her?” he heard yuji ask, making him jump.

“oh…no. she just looks familiar, that’s it.” he lied. the pink haired boy smirked before throwing his arm around choso. he was up to something.

“why don’t you go say something to her? i mean, that’s how you make friends,” yuji said. “maybe you’ll even get a partner out of it.”

“oh..uh, i don’t really want that. i don’t even like how it sounds.” choso mumbled. even though he was lying straight in yuji’s face about wanting a partner, he wasn’t completely lying.

“you obviously do, man. look, you fit most girls type. you’re tall, got cool hair, and you got a good personality. you can figure out the rest. and if they don’t like your style, they could definitely get used to you.”

‘i look too depressed to even be likable..’

“nope. i highly doubt it.” he replied. “i like being alone anyway. what’s the point of being with someone that’ll eventually leave you?”

“hey, good question.” yuji put his finger on his chin. “listen, it doesn’t hurt to try. unless you like window shopping.”

“do i look like the kind of guy to talk to women?”

yuji waved his hand, “you’ll get used to it. hey let’s go outside, i wanna show you something.”

this is how choso was introduced to porn. yuji would tell him how it was a way to ‘relieve himself’. the male was clearly confused and he didn’t understand the excitement of watching others perform such activities.

that same evening he spent watching in his room, just to see why yuji wanted to expose him to this footage so badly.

and that’s when he felt a tightness in his sweats.

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[zoldyckify]

hi netflix’s castlevania fans! just finally started watching nocturne and i’m loving it so far!! so i’m searching for some roleplays, with me writing as alucard. i’d be interested in writing against: trevor / sypha / greta? / any other canon characters / an oc (pls have some details!) preferably romance, the gender doesn’t matter to me, all are welcome.

i write only over discord, and while i don’t have much prepared for plot ideas i’m down to brainstorm something with my partner! nsfw is okay with me, and even without it please be 18 & over because i am as well. for responses, i can write 2-4+ paragraphs varying on the situation, if there’s more action or dialogue, etc. depending on the character, we can either explore some of the original castlevania, the period between castlevania & nocturne (i think would be interesting what alucard is getting up to then!!), or beyond once i’ve finished the series!

i just graduated college and am working full time right now between degrees so i may take a few days to respond but if there is ever an extended period of time where i’m busy i do my best to let you know, i just ask that you don’t pressure me for replies and i’ll do the same for you! if it’s been more than a week then feel free to nudge me, sometimes i get sidetracked and it can be helpful.

with that out of the way, like this or message me for my discord! <3

[scrrcwdestined-a]

Casual reminder that i have arthritis in both hands that flares up /very/ quickly - meaning i physically cant even hold my phone very long, let alone write (i look like im 90 when i use my phone half the time 🤦🏻)

Therefore, i am only able to do replies while on my laptop. This is not always feasible during the week as often times i am stuck studying/doing hw/etc school stuff until bed

Spring break starts monday - but i still have a paper due tuesday, and then we leave for a dog show thurs-sunday...which actually might be great for writing IF they have decent wifi

Im getting to that point where im wearing myself extremely thin again (full time work (and an extremely micromanaging boss) and also full time school is a 0/10 do not recommend). I miss tf out of obi-wan, his daughter ( @littlekenobi ), and my multi and most of all: all of yall, but my brain is like Sapped and motivation for 99% of things is extremely hard to find rn.

If you have ideas/want to plot/want to chat, PLEASE reach out to my discord. Im shit at checking DMs on tumblr, especially since i am primarily logged into my multi on mobile. Keep in mind i may be slow on discord, as i dont always have my phone by me when i am home and when i do, it is on DND 24/7 so i dont get notifications unless im actively looking at it. Its also logged into my school laptop which i have on for youtube/spotify while working m-f so that nukes my notifications sometimes agdbcjd

TL;DR i can only write while on my laptop which is mostly on weekends. Pls message me on discord if u want to plot/chat & forgive my slow ass thanks 🙏🏻

[prettythinginthehouse]

MASTERLIST FANDOMS AND ORIGINAL PLOTS.

RULES:

All writers and characters must be 21+!

All fandoms or original plots may have darker content and nsfw content.

Must be novella (2 nitro discord messages per post is my usual but can do much more if I get the right partner).

Writing sample required.

I love making friends ooc so pls spam me and send me tiktoks and aesthetics, etc.

Horror:

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Silent Hill

The Descent

As Above So Below

The Boy

Sinister

The Conjuring

The Perfection

Level 16

Avatar (James Cameron): I would love to explore other na'vi tribes or even first encounters with them. I'd prefer oc x oc and coming up with our own plot. I have both male and female oc's and am open to MxF, FxF, or poly.

Jake Sully/Neytiri/Tu'sulu

Jake Sully/Neytiri

OC x OC

Star Trek: I only write as Vulcans in this fandom.

Sarek/Amanda Greyson

T'Pring/Nyota Uhura

Spock/Nyota Uhura

Vulcan OC x OC, etc.

I have several thoughts plot out for this.

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker/Padme Anidala

Handmaiden of Naboo/Padme Anidala

Handmaiden of Naboo/Clone Trooper

Jedi General/Clone Trooper

Sith x Sith (any variation of different sides and forbidden romance yay)

Mastar/Palawan (Jedi and/or Sith)

OC x OC.

Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon:

Dany/Khal Drogo

Dany/Sansa Stark

Margary Tyrell/Sansa Stark,

Dany/Margary/Sansa

Helaena Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen

Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen/Aegon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen/F!OC

Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen/Jacaerys Targaryen

Visenya Targaryen/OC

OC x OC

Resident Evil (Films and Games):

Rain Ocampo/Alice Abernathy

Alice Abernathy/Claire Redfield

Alice Abernathy/Jill Valentine

Chris Redfield/Sheva Alomar

Chris Redfield/Jill Valentine

Sheva Alomar/OC

Rebecca Chambers/Billy

Carlos Olivera/Jill Valentine

Leon Kennedy/Ada Wong

Jake Muller/Sherry Berkin

OC x OC

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss/JJ

Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan

OC x OC

Open to others but unfortunately do not want anything with Spencer.

Marvel:

Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill

Natasha Romanoff/Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers

Red Room OC or Hydra OC x OC

Peggy Carter x Red Room/Hydra OC

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios

Jean Grey/Cyclops

Blade/F!OC

F!Blade/OC

Alien/Predator Franchise:

Ellen Ripley/F!OC

Ripley 8/Annalee Call

Elden Ring:

Malenia/Cleanrot Knight Finlay

Ranni/Tarnished

Ranni/Tarnished/Blaiid

Melina/Tarnished

Originals:

Genre's & Tropes: horror, religious horror, historical, dystopian, southern gothic, forbidden love, best friends to lovers, situationships to lovers, enemies to lovers, different cultures/religions, revenge, angst, trauma, arranged marriage, au's and canon divergent of above fandoms, etc. all the typical tropes you can think of.

[mymontage]

hello! i’m val, and i’m coming in hot w three muses: yuchan, seowon (@virtuepoint sideblog), and saebi (@jennysaykwa sideblog)! super excited to be here and to present to you 1/3: kim yuchan, remedy’s main rapper with an overwhelming longing for something more. like this post to plot, and i’ll message you! ims & discord are ok!

yuchan’s the eldest brother, and it’s that that made him an idol. his little sister, yusin, has dreamt of it her whole life but she dips when some girls from her idol academy intimidate her… it’s funny how life works out.

before that, though, yuchan is clasically trained. he’s a pianist, and he’s not a natural. yuchan was boyish and clumsy but his parents basically put their two kids in the care of their piano teacher, so he was basically forced to get good…

kevin yoon scouts yuchan at one of his piano recitals, and he promises yuchan with creative freedom– being able to write and produce and sing his own songs.

truth be told, yuchan’s never been a natural at anything except for producing and writing lyrics. he takes five years to nurture the “idol” skills, and some ppl might even say that he’s the main rapper bc he’s the one that wrote the songs, but regardless…

he sits in remedy’s producer seat comfortably for a little while, until the midas acquisition happens and he gets pushed as a soloist.

yuchan starts growing as a soloist. he’s self-produced, and he’s proud of himself. for the first few comebacks, yuchan sticks to the dance-type beats, but remedy’s sound starts to change and that creates some… dissonance for him. ofc, he loves his brothers remedy, but yuchan’s found the artist that he wants to be w this push from midas…

yuchan’s about to make the shift from dance-type kpop soloist to fully khh, but he’s struggling because he knows that he’s not viewed as that within both his fandom and the public… midas is on his ass trying to persuade him to clock in solo… both sides contradict what he truly wants. yuchan is #stuck, pls humor the little successful kpop boy group soloist-producer-writer for a second :-(

personality-wise, yuchan is like a black cat looking up at u w big eyes. he’s very reserved, a little bit too serious… reminds me of this quote “and no one can figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”

thinks rly hard about what to write in birthday cards or when he gives his albums to his peers. ends up w some “Every journey begins with a single step – well done for taking that step and all the best for your continued travels.”

wcs

younger sibling figures i think would work rly well w yuchan… mentorship, somebody that reminds him of his little sister, there’s a lot we can do w this!!

also, remedy brothers. a member who’s holding onto him or feels conflicted w him and his future or a member who’s encouraging him to go for it/come back to focus on remedy…

he’s taught u how to produce n write lyrics and soon enough u become his pride n joy n etc… people who see the similarities between him and kevin yoon and they’re like okay this is a little uncanny

ppl he’s written and produced for and everytime ur reading his lyrics u find urself w an eyebrow raised, like, is everything ok at home?

somebody the polar opposite of him, yet they work well with each other. he grounds them and reminds them to take a breather n they encourage him to pop that bubble of his…

somebody who looked up to him n is trying to Know know him for who he rly is. breaking his walls n etc.

book club!!! reading friends!!! yuchan has rly been getting into reading lately, and he’s willing to give you recommendations if you give him yours. same goes for films, too! 🤔 he’s just rly artsy and wants friends to geek out w!

ppl who have worked w him before, n thinks he’s a Pleasure to work with bc he’s a visionary and knows exactly what will make the track sound perfect… or ppl who have worked w him before and thinks. wow this guy is picky and doesn’t even bother to talk to me after the recording sessions? ok…

[find-krp]

hi darlings! i’m 26 years old, female, and looking to write some fxf over on discord. i do best in 1x1 situations, as life gets busy and i’d like to find partners that are understanding and patient. 💜

ideally, i’d love to find someone to write some SNSD ships with, such as jessica x tiffany, tiffany x sooyoung, tiffany x taeyeon, but i’m so open to many more! i also have used chungha, siyeon, hwasa, boa, soyeon, etc.

i’m happy to try ships within the same groups or cross overs! aus, ocs, idol verse, give me it all!

always open to spicy plots as well, if anything, i’m trying to exercise that writing most. love slice of life, romance, a bit messy plots and darker themes as well. 💜

if any of this is interesting to you, please LIKE/INTERACT this post, and i’ll find my way over to your direct messages. 💜

pls interact if interested.

[ocrpsearch]

hiya ! 27f on my hands & knees begging for a 25+ partner to write with :( perfectly happy to double up and build a whole cast out of whatever we do together :]

౨ৎ 𓂃 the main plot i'm looking for is a study in codependency. the setting is up for discussion. all i really want are two characters who (maybe reluctantly) find themselves in each other's lives and cannot live without each other, to the point where they are now a threat to society lol give me characters who sometimes can't look each other in the eye, but go on rampages when the other is hurt ! characters who annoy the heck out of each other but look for each other in every room they walk into ! give me "i love you" / "it'll pass" !!

౨ৎ 𓂃 setting/dynamic ideas, if you need some (favorites are blue): uni/grad school students, omegaverse, spn-verse, age gap protector/protected, rival athletes, boss/assistant, etc.

౨ৎ 𓂃 love, love, love dark themes ! if you're interested in going down the dead dove route, i have ideas for inspo; if you're not interested in dead dove, i still have inspo to share <3 all characters will be 21+ (preferably even older), so let's get scandalous, let's make the puritans angry

౨ৎ 𓂃 given the chance, i will pound out novel length replies, but i am absolutely okay with shorter things. writing is a hobby, not a job, and sometimes you just don't have it in you to do 500 words per reply. so i won't hold you to any great standards and i ask that you treat me the same ! as long as i feel like you're putting in effort, then i will be happy <3

౨ৎ 𓂃 i want to talk ooc !! i want to be friends, share headcanons, make pinterest boards and playlists, etc. rp is so much more fun when you feel like there's another person doing it with you. more than anything, i ask that you at least say something to me throughout the week. if you can't do a reply every day, that's totally fine, but just message me or something so i know i'm not being ghosted pls :(

discord or tumblr is fine by me ! i'm happy to iron out any details and yap about these ideas, so please please please like this if you're interested and i will reach out asap :]

interact and anon will reach out!

[midsommersonnets]

1x1 rp req (18+ writers) : dark romance / possible dead dove : daughter of rich man's mistress (f) x rich man's legitimate son (m).

gnawing at the bars of my cage because i crave this one very specific dark romance plot with desperation. please, come at me if you wanna give me tension, twistedness, and crossed lines... i need the thin line between hate and love, red flag actions, and toxic emotions in spades for this one,, pls gang,, lets serve chaos 🙏 the plot basis: f oc is the daughter of m oc's father's mistress. she is a blight on their elite families and they never let her forget it. she's an unwelcome sight. this girl's irrationally beautiful existence makes the cruel, prodigial son sick with so many intense emotions. the daughter of his enemy should suffer. an outsider deserves no mercy. she doesn't belong here in his world of endless money, power-fuelled hierarchy, and cutthroat machinations. this elite society is not meant for someone like her to taint with her sinful origins; no, it is his field to rule so how dare she infiltrate it and cast a shadow on his iron-fisted rule. he needs to put her in her place for his family/revenge's sake. she may have a shared connection to him -- but she is not pure, she does not belong, she will never matter like he does. the girl is an impostor, an infiltrator, so he deals with her by enacting a cat n mouse game. he exacts revenge by using his power to toy with her, by finally settling her familial debt through using her body and mind as his makeshift canvas and scoreboard. details pending on how the cat n mouse game / revenge seeking would pan out because i can go as dark or as light as my fellow writer desires. could see lots of dead dove themes in the plot if the other writer is comfortable with it (mindgames, d*bcon/n*ncon (?), power imbalance, fauxcest/inc*st (?), toxicity, darker kinks, psychological horror, etc). ultimately, i need the m being completely obsessed with the f, culminating in him wanting to break her. while she will fight back as best as she can because she is her mothers daughter just as much as he is his fathers son <3. maybe secret society and fucked up frat rituals are in play. possibly, an elite academy or university setting, or alternately, a set-up for a fucked up arranged marriage. would love an exploration into both ocs very fucked-up mindsers. we can workshop things together. <3.

housekeeping :: i'm 21f+, so 18+ writers only, please.

flexible literacy is my preference. i can span from writing para to multi-para or multi-message (literate-novella). generally, i tend to mirror or write based on what the rp scene requires. i really want to get past the planning stage for this rp but am also VERY pro-prose (pretty writing and striking imagery are a beloved weakness <3), so initially, multi-para / para would be preferred.

strong preference for myself to write as the f in a mxf pairing for this idea, or mxfxm if desired. not into doubling of any kind due to time constraints and preferring to give my full energy to just one pairing/plot, but i will write many side characters for the sake of developing the world and plot.

an undying NEED for headcanons, pinboards, plotting n rambling, side threads/text threads and playlists to be utilised because ooc developing is my lifeblood. my beloved chatty and rambly writers– pls hmu because we are the same !! i love to yap about ocs and pairings far too much.

i'm fine with smut, darker themes, dead dove, etc, and am also equally okay with fade to black and less overt darkness. keep in mind, i will respect limits, and i hope others will do the same for me. expanding on this point, limits and specific rp desires will be discussed in dms before moving to discord.

on that note, i write on discord platform only.

like/comment/dm if interested.