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the Red Rooms | prologue

Summary: In the gritty underground, the Red Rooms is a notorious establishment, in which, you must navigate a perilous hierarchy and prove your worth amidst a world of seduction and power.

Warning: Prostitution/Sex Work. Sexual Harassment/Assault. Violence/Threats. Power Dynamics/Control. Emotional Distress.

Word Count: 1579

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Pulsing like a heartbeat, the city’s neon glow cast long shadows across the grime-slicked streets of the underground district. Among the towering spires of steel and glass, you stood at the doorstep of the more notorious establishment in the district: The Red Rooms. Ran by Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the sprawling brothel was a labyrinthine for those to seek pleasure and escape. For you, it was neither. You were here out of desperation. 

Inside, an unspoken hierarchy governs the world, symbolized by the height of a girl’s heel. The higher the heel, the more power and influence the girl wields. And, at the pinnacle of this ladder stood Natasha Romanoff. Clawing her way to the top, she proved her worth through years of cunning strength, and an unwavering will. Now, Steve and Bucky entrusted her with an immense responsibility– overseer of the girls, she would recruit, assign, and train the girls in the art of seduction. 

Natasha knew every girl under her command, she understood their strengths and weaknesses, and with sharp eyes and that knowledge, she maintained order and efficiency. So when you, a lost soul, bedraggled and tired, appeared on the doorstep of The Red Rooms, Natasha’s skepticism was palpable. 

You were different from the other girls, too innocent, too fragile– Natasha could tell in your pleading eyes. 

“Please,” you begged, your voice small and trembling. “I need a chance. I’ll do anything.” 

Narrowing her eyes, Natasha’s lips curled, a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Anything, you say?” she mused, tapping her manicured fingers against the back of her clipboard. “Alright,” she finally said, her voice firm. “But, you need to prove yourself or you’re out. And, you’ll start from the bottom, in flats.” 

“Thank you,” you beamed up at her, your gratitude boundless. “I won’t let you down.” 

Her tone left no room for failure as Natasha replied. “See that you don’t.” 

Swelling within you, your gratitude was overshadowed quickly by the reality of your situation. The world you were thrown into was as foreign as it was ruthless. Eyes mixed with curiosity and disdain followed you, towering heels clicked against the grime, and sticky floors as they passed. You were a lamb among wolves, out of place.

The menial tasks were assigned to you at first– scrubbing the floors, fetching drinks, and running errands. “Here,” Natasha said, handing you a mop and bucket, “the VIP lounge needs cleaning. Make it quick; clients hate waiting.” 

Nodding, you got straight to work, knowing that each task you completed was one step closer to proving yourself. Slowly, Natasha began to see glimpses of your strength as she watched you closely, her sharp eyes never missing anything. 

~

The girls in The Red Rooms rarely saw their bosses, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes– preferring to remain in the shadows, the men oversaw their empire from their office. They were only known to descend when they were bored and in need of entertainment themselves. 

One night, as the red hue of the lights flickered and the floor buzzed the murmurs of secrets and transactions, the men stood observing the floor from their office, taking in every detail. That was when you caught Steve’s gaze. 

“Why the fuck is there a lost puppy on the floor?” He muttered to Bucky, annoyance and curiosity laced in his tone. Bucky stood with an inscrutable expression as his gaze followed Steve’s, landing on you. “What is Romanoff thinking?” 

The men continued to watch you, for a moment longer, Steve’s eyes narrowing as he assessed your movements. You could sense the intensity of their stares, the weight of Steve’s scrutiny, even from the floor below, and it made you nervous. A heat rose within you, flushing your cheeks. You tried to focus on your tasks and ignore them.

Later, Steve called Natasha up to the office. “Romanoff, what’s the deal with the new girl?” he demanded in a low but firm voice. “She’s not even in heels. We have a reputation to uphold.” 

Meeting his gaze, Natasha never flinched. “She’s different, Rogers. She needs a little time… but she has spirit and is an eager learner.” 

Steve’s eyes darkened as they bore into hers, he searched for any sign of doubt. “She better be worth it. We can’t afford any liabilities.” 

“She will be,” Natasha assured him, her tone unwavering. “Just trust me on this.” 

With a grunt, Steve dismissed Natasha. He was not entirely convinced, yet he knew better than to question her judgment. After all, she had earned her position through intelligent decisions. Meanwhile, Bucky’s intrigue grew. He stayed stood at the window, watching you more closely. An instinct coursed through him– he had to ensure you were safe from the predatory patrons. 

As the nights went on, the pressure mounted. Now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of Bucky observing from above, his presence felt like a warning but yet, a strange comfort. On this particular night, Natasha handed you a tray of drinks. 

“Serve them,” she instructed, nodding and pushing you by the small of your back toward a table of upstaters in the VIP lounge. “And remember; confidence.” 

Taking a deep breath, you approached the table. Keeping your hands steady despite the growing flutter in your stomach, you served them quickly and efficiently. The clients barely looked up at you, engrossed in their conversation, except for one. A taller man, with a gleam in his eyes, took an interest in you. His gaze lingered as you bent to place the drinks on the table. Suddenly, you felt his hand start to slide up the back of your leg. 

“Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing,” he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns along your inner thigh. “How much for you?” 

Fear and discomfort flooded your senses, causing you to freeze in the moment. Remember Natasha’s advice, you tried to remain composed. “Confidence,” her voice echoed in your mind. Straightening up, you forced a polite smile as you began moving away from his reach. 

His grip tightened against your skin before you could escape. “Don’t be shy, baby,” he cooed, a smirk played on his lips. “I don’t bite… hard.” 

“I-I’m not available t-tonight,” you stuttered, your voice betraying you. The fear gnawed at you. “An-another time, p-perhaps?” You tried to retreat again, but he wasn’t having it. His hand only tightened, and before you knew it, he pulled you closer.

“Come on,” he said, his smirk growing as he dragged you onto his lap. “Let’s have a little fun.”

Your heart began to race as you struggled against his hold, panic surging through you. “Please, I–” 

Just then, a shadow detached itself from the darkness. Emerging with a swift and decisive stride, Bucky’s expression was a mask of controlled fury. His presence commanded the attention in an instant. 

“Let her go,” he was cold, authoritative. The man flinched under the carried weight of Bucky’s tone. With an intensity, promising trouble, his eyes locked onto the man’s.

The man’s confidence wavered, faltering his grip as he met Bucky’s gaze. “Hey, I was just–”

“Not interested,” Bucky cut him off, no argument brooked in his tone. Reaching out, he firmly but calmly pulled you away from the man’s lap. “If you have any more questions, you can take them up with me.” 

Realizing he was outmatched, the man grumbled and slunk back, he was deflated. Guiding you away from the table, Bucky’s touch was gentle. He led you out of the immediate fray, to a quieter corner. 

“Are you alright, little pup?” Bucky softly asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. Once you looked up at him, your eyes were wide and tear-filled, and your lower lip trembled slightly. “T-thank you, M-Mr Barnes, I didn’t t-think–”

Bucky’s expression softened, and for a moment there was a rare flicker of empathy in his eyes. “No need to thank me,” he interrupted, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Just doing my job.” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper, shaking your head. “I just… I don’t want to get in trouble.” 

“You’re not in trouble,” Bucky said firmly, his hand reaching to cup your cheek, his thumb reassuringly wiping a stray tear away. “You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. If anyone gives you trouble, you come straight to me. Is that understood, pup?”

Biting your lip to hold back more tears, you nodded again. “I understand, Mr Barnes.” 

“Good girl,” he replied gently, his protective gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he took a step back. His hand slipped away from your cheek as he straightened up, but his eyes never left yours. “Now, get back out there, there are drinks to be served.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” you whispered, wiping away the last of your tears, your resolve strengthening. 

With a final nod, Bucky turned on his heel and disappeared back into the shadows. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and stepped back onto the floor. The crowd murmured, swelling around you. 

As you moved through the floor, you couldn’t help but feel the eyes of the patrons on you, you held your head high this time. Balancing your tray of drinks with newfound confidence and a determination to push forward. 

You caught sight of Natasha, giving you a slight nod of approval before her eyes flickered briefly toward the shadows, where Bucky stood watching. And, with each tray you served, your fear and hesitation diminished. 

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[scara-meow-che]

Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

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Hello everyone! Thank you for coming, I hope we have a grand old time. First things first, this is a 18+ Rp area, so I hope you please respect that we should do just fine. Rps do not need to go down that route, I am 100% down for SFW rps, but I mainly prefer NSFW. Just pointing that out now. Also I will absolutely will not do anything with anyone under age, characters or people.

Muses! Unfortunately I do not have a set listing for muses. I actually love to play as many characters as I can from different fandoms, or OCs that I have sorta made up and never really put them to pen and paper. So feel free to ask me about them, and I will gladly talk your ear off. Note that I do play any gender, be it Male/Female/Herms.

Fandoms! I will do my best to get as many of my favorite Fandoms/interest listed down, I will be editing this when I can, so if you ever have an interest, or show, or game that you like and you do not see it on my list. Please feel free to ask me about it, and maybe I can add it to the list.

List of Interests-

She-Ra The Dragon Prince Glitch Tech Transformers (series, not movies) TMNT(series, not movies) Steven Universe Big Hero 6 RWBY Marvel(Comics/Shows) DC(Comics/Shows) Halo Pokémon Digimon Mortal kombat Mass Effect Dragon age Final Fantasy (Any game/series) Boku no hero UnderTale DeltaRune Sonic(Series) Ben 10 Diablo League of Legends Wakfu Miraculous Ladybug Bleach D&D Yu-Gi-Oh Gargoyles Aliens(Franchise, and in general) Kaiju(Monsters in general, not just the franchises) Gundam (any series) Hazbin Hotel Helluva Boss Murder Drones Starwars Critical Role Destiny Warframe Panty & Stocking Resident Evil(all series)

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Author Questionnaire Tag Game

Tagged by @ladyniniane! Thank you so much, it was very fun to do!

About me

When did you start writing?

I know exactly when and it’s a good story.

Sowhen I was 13 our Lit teacher wanted us to write a free-subject essay. I decided to write a short sci-fi story (it didn’t make the cut, but what matters is that it was the first time I was allowed to write on a free subject). Later in the year, he asked us to write an incipit for a book. I dug up this sci-fi short story, and I wrote a few more, thinking I was just getting ahead of the assignment...and then it dawned on me that I could write even if no one would tell me to do it. And I could write whatever I wanted.

It all started from there. In hindsight I think this teacher knew exactly what he was doing.

Are there genres/themes you enjoy reading different to the ones you write?

I read a bit of everything. Fiction, non-fiction, comics, fantasy, classics... The last book I read was A Moveable Feast, and it’s really far from what I write. I do it because I’m curious (and I feel like I’ve exhausted most of the great fantasy books...what a shame) and because it’s great to read great writing.

But I enjoy writing fantasy because it’s a way to explore fun stuff without being restrained by silly little things like « accuracy* » and « vampires don’t exist ».

* I say that and then will read 62105 books to see what people would eat for lunch in 1820.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

When I started writing, I wanted to write like Pratchett or Gaiman (...alas). Pratchett because it’s genius, Gaiman because I loved the way he said very good things in a very plain style (...maybe that’s why I loved A Movable Feast. I think I’ll read some more Hemingway) and that’s something that’s hard to achieve when you’re just a 15 years-old who just discovered how to tell stories.

Recently, Marguerite Yourcenar sucker-punched me with Memoirs of Hadrien. But I could never hope to reach her level D :

Now, I don’t want to emulate anyone. Finding my own voice is enough.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space?

I have a dedicated study/art room (perks of being a single homeowner) and on my desk are dictionaries, thesauruses, grammar books, etc. along with several notepads that help when I brainstorm. But I write wherever, be it at work, at the library, etc.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Listening to dedicated playlists. Walking. Driving. Fleshing my characters enough so that they can do stuff on their own and I just have to put them in situations.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I don’t think so. But maybe I wouldn’t write so much about old cities like Paris or London if I had actually lived there ?

Are there any recurring themes of your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Running from things, changing names and identities. Loss. Justice, in its many forms. The way it can become distorted, perverted. Magic shaped by beliefs and superstitions. Angry women (and sad men). Also sly feminism.

It’s been there ever since my first attempt at a novel when I was 14. It's a mystery, even to me.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favourite character?

Since I’m living in his head at the moment : Polidori.

He’s an edgelord’s dream : a feared, skilled vampire assassin. But he recently had a very, very bad day, lost all he had, and gained a very, very inconvenient awareness of his former life. Ever since, he’s on an ongoing indentity crisis (the inside of his head sounds something like this, on loop)

He’s not a good character. Really not. He did horrible things and plans to do others. He has no soul and cannot feel genuine love. But he has to come up with a solution to his problems, and will maybe learn a few things along the way.

All in all, a complex, but compelling character to write, and I really want to see him through his character arc.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

I do like Dante, who is basically me-at-15-but-as-a-boy. He would be unsufferable, but I could forgive him. Raphaëlle would be nice to hang out with too, I think. We'd go to cafés and museums.

Which of your characters would you dislike most if you met them?

Characters I wrote to be unpleasant, like Losim, who is an unrepentant egoistical dick, and Matthias, who is not bad, just very irritating.

Tell me more about the process of coming up with your characters.

Either they come up when I need a certain character for the story – like the five runaways in the story I am writing – and I let the story flesh them out as I write…

Or they are characters I invented when I was 13 and who, Ship-of-Theseus-style, became something else entirely. (oh, Raphaëlle, how you’ve grown).

Oh, and sometimes it’s entirely unplanned. Like Sid. He started as a joke character drawn for a comic. And I decided to write him in the novels, and here he is now. Traumatized and deserving better.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Women are angry, men are sad.

More precisely, women are always fighting for something either big (fighting the unfair government for Armoni, fighthing patriarchy for Isadora) or small (fighting to prove she can do everything on her own for Raphaëlle), while men tend to have terrible lives that they will overcome. Hopefully.

Probably because I like writing angry women ? Even when they are angry about petty things.

A third category would be « bastards ». Because these are always so fun to write.

How do you picture your characters?

I can draw some of them (and I take full advantage of it) but sometimes it’s hard...like Lionel is supposed to be astonishingly-good-looking, but I’m not good enough to picture him right. Some of them have a pretty defined physique, while others not as much. The longer I write them, the more precise their features become.

My Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Because if I don’t write, I die.

More seriously, I don’t feel good when I’m not writing in a while. I have all these ideas and all these characters, and I really want to be able to tell their stories and share them with people.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Sometimes I get fanart. This is like straight up heroin for me.

But most of the time I am happy when I managed to really get a reaction. Like YES tell me how this scene was so sad and horrible and that it made you feel so bad, that means I did a GOOD JOB.

Writers are sadistic.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

I want to be seen as a good writer who writes good stories with great characters.

And who sometimes draws funny yokoma-type comics to go along with the greater story.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I’ve been told that I have a good, professional writing style. I also feel I am good at tying different plots and timelines together (not as good as, say, Brandon Sanderson, but one step at a time)

How do you feel about your own writing?

I feel like I’ve come pretty far. I know I write well – though it took some time accepting it –, but I’m worried it might never be « good » or « marketable » enough for it to reach a lot of people. But that’s something I cannot control. The best thing I can do is continue writing.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

YES.

I often joke that I am my own fandom. So it wouldn’t change a thing for me, really.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? if it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I write for myself, so I write purely what I enjoy. I couldn’t ever be one of these writers who chain-write formulaic books that sell. Kudos to them, that sounds like a lot of work.

I don’t care about what’s popular or cool, I just want to have fun putting my homemade blorbos in situations.

I tag @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist, but if you see this and feel like answering it, feel free !

[maskednihilism]

📝 (have fun)

@aluckiicoin || prompt! || From Aventurine

ooc. THANK YOU BC NOW I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY WRITE A DRABBLE I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SINCE 2.1 DROPPED.

muses mentioned @shallliveoninsong and your boy of course

It's at times like this he is reminded he's not a spring chicken. Jing Yuan pulled himself up on the furnace with a grunt. How the hell did Koski manage to get up here? Did he also struggle? A part of him hopes so, for all the effort he went through to find him.

The thief had been distant from him. Seemingly overnight too. One day they were gossiping about miscellaneous things and then the thief was gone. His weapons left at his home, along with any money the thief had on hand. It worried the General. Sampo was no stranger to danger but not like this. No one broke into his home, he hadn't said anything to offend the thief. At least that he's aware of. And yet he vanished. Without even a goodbye.

What he did take though, was his beacon. It took some time to trace it. The thief seemed to still remain in Luofu but always on the move. It was only now, for about an hour, that the thief had stopped. Whatever he was running away from, Sampo felt it was safe to stop here. At the top of the Aureate Elixir Furnace.

And as Jing Yuan got onto his feet, he feels a wave of relief. On the edge of the furnace Sampo was sitting. His back was towards the General but he knew that red jacket and blue hair anywhere. It was his thief, his little Fool. Quickly he comes over, but carefully as to not startle the man.

"You know, you could get in trouble." Jing Yuan said as he got closer. "Climbing a precious historical landmark, and a working one too. That's enough time in prison to shed a few lifetimes." Perhaps a joke would help break the uncomfortable tension that was in the air.

The thief doesn't respond. It's now that he was closer that the General noticed a few things. The thief wasn't sitting with confidence as he usually did. The beacon he held was being clung to desperately. His body looked limp with exhaustion.

"Sampo, please. You know I can't help you if you don't ask for help."

To this the thief does respond. He looks up at the General with sorrow in his eyes. They were red, puffy from what seemed like hours upon hours of crying. There were black circles under his eyes as well. His face was dry but stained with tears the Fool shed.

"Sampo, I—" the beacon is pushed towards the General's feet. Did he want him to see something?

With nervous fingers he reaches down to grab it. It's already turned on for the General to see. An exchange of texts between the thief and someone he doesn't recognize.

msg → [self]: where are you? I haven't heard from you in a while

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: By the time you read this message I'll be long gone. I thought I'd owe you this much.

transfer of over 2 million credits

msg → [self]: What do you mean??? What did you do?? Where are you, I can come and get you

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: Maybe in another lifetime, I could've said all I wanted to say to you.

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: Be free blue rat. And goodbye.

msg → [self]: this isn't funny Ven, where are you? I don't care about the money, just tell me where you're are!

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: I'm begging you please respond, you can't do this to me

The General scrolled further down. The messages from Sampo became more erratic and nonsensical. Typos and voice messages he sent out were filled with desperation. Only to return with a simple message.

The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service

Oh Aeons... "Sampo, I'm so sorry." Whoever this was meant something to the thief.

The thief laughed. A hollowed, painful laugh. "You were right." His voice is so hoarse from crying. It barely even registered as a voice to Jing Yuan.

"Getting too close... it only leads to ruin." Yet the thief insists on making bonds with people. Like with Jing Yuan, like with the precious gemstone he cared for.

The words also sting for the General. He did tell the old Fool that when their own strange friendship started. But he only meant it to keep the man away from him. To prevent him from the pain of having a friend being lost to the Mara. Yet those words came back to haunt him.

"Maybe..." the General comes closer to sit next to him. "Maybe your friend is still out there. Only the number is out. They could still be alive."

The Fool shakes his head. Fresh tears are being spilled. "It's all over the news. Aventurine is dead. And the IPC is going to storm Penacony for his death."

Jing Yuan clenches his fist. So it was.. Questions as to how Sampo knew a high ranking official aside, it truly meant the man was gone. And Sampo is left with the broken pieces.

"Jing Yuan."

The General looks at him, and feels his heart ache again. Sampo looked so unlike himself. Weak, with sadness and hurt that nothing in this world could fix. It was the same look he had when Baiheng died.

"Will you disappear on me too? Just to leave me like this?"

That was the final strike. Jing Yuan reached for the thief and holds him close. And now, in the arms another Sampo truly becomes undone. A horrific wail comes out of the thief as he cries once again. Desperate fingers cling onto his back and cloak. Afraid that like his precious gemstone, the General would suddenly vanish from his grip.

Death was never easy to handle. For short lifers or long lifers. So the best Jing Yuan could offer was to hold the thief.

[little-bag-boy-pokemon]

[ BZZZT! post loading. interference 90%... interference 60%….interference 30%. ]

[ LOAD COMPLETE BZZZTZT ]

rotomphone.exe loading…

Hello this is GLITCH the rotom BZZZT! I am a ROTOM in a PHONE. I found this PHONE on the GROUND and have POSSESSED it bzzzt.

I have a BOY with me BZZZT! However he is NOT an ordinary BOY. His name MONO. He does NEVER speak BZZZT! Only SHORT words. Like “HEY”. And like “OI”. Mostly as HE call attention. But I FINE with THAT, BZZZT! He can type, bzzzt, look:

[ t y p i n g . . . ]

hi , name is mono !

Yes! I not KNOW where from he COMES! BUT he can come IN and OUT of screen like ME! In fact I was possessing TV when suddenly boy leaped OUT of TV, BZZZT! And that is HOW I start FOLLOW him bzzzt. They came to Rotomblr because, uh, “ want find friend but scared actually talking ” , bzzzt.

(there they are! say hello, bzzzt!)

ALSO they have a BUNCH of SSSCCARRYYYYY POKÉMON WITH THEM BZZZT!! I no know HOW they came with but they appeared alongSIDE them, BZZZT!! i do not like them very much bzzzt…

(here is his trainer card! it was a bit hard to get one for him at first because of his SCARY pokémon but counter guy didn’t say much about it and we got it printed out BZZZT!)

Sorry for so many WORDS, bzzzt. We will now be out of your way, BZZZT!

(OOC UNDER CUT, PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING:)

hi! yes this is a faller blog for mono from little nightmares II!!

blog info!

please please PLEASE note the following:

mod and muse are BOTH minors so absolutely NO explicit asks

i am fairly new to the little nightmares fandom! so if i have any inaccuracies while roleplaying mono (his personality, his canon whatever) PLEASE TELL ME!! :D

highest stakes i am willing to get involved in is medium.

this will be a largely lighthearted blog, focusing on mono’s adventures and journeys through the pokémon world. but since well. it’s little nightmares. mandatory is the angst and sad is mandatory

mono is currently in KALOS, so any kalos muses PLEASE feel free to try and interact with him!! we can plot shenanigans or interactions in dms heeehee

interactions are NOT only limited to kalos muses!! any other muses not in kalos feel free to come interact, just that you’d have to find a reasonable way for our two muses to meet, that’s all.

i am open to ANY type of asks so as long as you keep it safe for minors and is not problematic. heck, feel free to send hate to the bean- if your muse has the heart to do so that is!

main blog is @robin-the-wanderer , PLEASE see there for DNI !!

blog warnings:

⚠️this blog may contain the following triggering topics⚠️:

descriptions / depictions of horror

descriptions / depictions of mild to moderate gore (i know little nightmares is very gore-ey but since this is a community that has a large proportion of CHILDREN i’ll tone down the gore a little.)

descriptions / depictions and memories of anxiety / trauma / near death experiences

descriptions / depictions of memory loss / amnesia / dereality / disassociation

SADNESS.

descriptions / depictions of violence

and that’s probably all! please do tell me if ya spot any more that needs to be mentioned here yeah, and i’ll add it asap!!

tags:

signal BEAM ! - any miscellaneous text posts, etc

reality WARP ? - major plot events

beep BLOOPERS ! - shenanigans and funny / wholesome stuff

a transMISSION ! - ask answers, etc

we are LIVE ! - any asks sent by this blog that have been answered

white NOISE ! - any OTHER stuff that is, in any acceptable way, related to this blog

[capybaraonabicycle]

PLEASE tell me more about the Hadestown au

Okay, okay, this makes me so excited, please feel free to add and ask further questions as much as you like. It's a very shiny new idea, you know how that goes :D

And this will be LONG, so sorry about that? I will put it below a cut in any case. If you don't want to read all of that, I completely get it, so don't worry ❤

So, the casting: Bill is Orpheus, Heather is Euridice, Missy is Hades, 12 is Persephone, River is Hermes and Nardole works for her, Danny is one of the humans in the Nethersphere. (Which makes 'being a God' synonyms with 'having regenerative abilities' - not sure whether I like that too much, but maybe I'll have to live with that.)

I haven't cast the muses yet, and I am not sure I will include them. But I've been thinking about using Simm!, Jacobi! and Dhawan!Master, I think they'd fill that role perfectly. Whispering bad advice in the back of your head sounds very them.

Missy is the God of Death, Misstress of Hadestown or how we call it here: The Nethersphere. She invites the souls of the dead and promises them freedom and loss of all pain. Then she sends them to haunt the Nethersphere, which looks a little like a mixture of the actual Nethersphere and the inside of passenger forms. Except it is filled with cybermen, hunting the souls for decades until they finally catch up and turn them into one of them.

The Doctor is the God of Hope. Both the living and the dead need hope more than anything so he travels between the worlds in a blue box that 'falls from the sky'. No one knows when he comes or for how long he will stay but no one really cares anymore. The Doctor is old and worn out and has long ceased to carry happiness with him.

River is the Godess of Time. She can make months fly by like days and seconds stretch into hours, sometimes it even feels like she can stop time. It's why she's sometimes mistaken for the Godess of love. There is no time in the Nethersphere so she stays on Earth among the mortals. She can also turn back time and revisit a period. But she can't change anything that will happen, as much as she might try.

This is how we start off: River has just reset to the day our lovers meet, watching their tragedy yet again and hoping against all odds it will turn out differently this time. The story is basically the Orpheus/Euridice story with those characters and slightly different setting. It's about a young girl, Bill. She's the daughter of a Muse, an old friend of River's who left her child behind as muses do.

Bill is not a musician, so Orpheus is a scholar instead. I think that works just as well. Science and poetry are the same thing after all (because of the rhymes). Our setting is the university in Bristol. Bill's a poor girl, can't afford uni but a few months ago, the Doctor showed up. And River made him notice her, so suddenly she's in. Working on her great dream to become a scientist. They have travelled the world together and have just returned, so Bill can work on her finals.

She's out in a bar that night with River and Nardole, when she sees Heather. Bill has been noticing her before in the lectures and now she can't avert her gaze. So obviously, River and Nardole make her talk to her. Heather has never really been home anywhere, always carried away by the wind. She's never had anyone to care for her either and thus initially, Bill comes on quite strong. But she's kind and bright-eyed and asks the right questions and Heather for the first time feels SEEN.

So in the beginning it's great. They get together, move in together while both attending university. Bill gets closer to her goal of becoming a scientist and Heather finally has a reason to stay. But the TARDIS comes to take the Doctor back to the Nethersphere. And Bill can't finish her studies. She works tirelessly, tries to become the best she can so when he is back, she can finish and her and Heather will be free.

Heather starts fearing he might never come back. No one has come back from the Nethersphere except Gods; and frankly the Doctor doesn't seem much like a God anymore. She implores Bill to give up on him and leave. Without the Doctor without the chance to finish school there is nothing here for them.

But Bill can't give up. So Heather relents and she stays but she wishes for a way out. And then the blue box lands at uni again. And Heather recognises her. So she investigates. There is a strange woman in the box, telling her the Doctor's her boyfriend and she can bring her to him. Heather doesn't trust her, suspects that she is the Misstress of the Nethersphere. But she has to take the chance and so she follows her.

They arrive at the Nethersphere and Missy shows Heather a man who shall show her around. The man does not give a name and when Heather asks he says he doesn't remember it. But it doesn't matter, what matters is that they don't stay too long in one place. Heather tells him she is looking for someone but when she tries to tell him the name, she can't remember it either.

Shortly later she completely forgets why she has come, where she has come from and who she is. She only has the vague feeling that there is another person supposed to be walking next to her, not her new friend. When she tells him, his eyes gloss over and he admits that he has been thinking the same thing. He believes he can sometimes see 'her' in his dreams but when he wakes up, she is gone.

They stick together and stay close to the river of the dead. There are scary voices crying out from there but the water scares the cybermen away and according to Heather's new friend that is all that matters. Sometimes, they will stumble into an old man people call 'the Doctor'. He roams around aimlessly across the Nethersphere, telling stories of a phantastical land he calls 'the world of the living'.

Heather's friend doesn't like the bumbling old man who's rude and self-obsessed and always leaves you with a bad feeling. He is wary of him and says he is in cohorts with the Misstress. But for some reason, he feels strangely and comfortingly familiar to Heather. Like he is part of a promise she is trying to keep without knowing what it entails.

Back on Earth, Bill notices that Heather is gone and starts looking for her. With River and Nardoles help, she finds her way to the Nethersphere. Maybe they have a way of calling the TARDIS and allowing her to exit without contract?

Not long after, Bill finds Heather. Her ways of asking the right questions make Heather remember her and the other lost souls start questioning whether the Nethersphere is the paradise Missy likes to portray it as and whether they can't run away in the TARDIS with Bill.

Missy senses the dawning revolution and decides to kill Bill and Heather before they can reach the box. The Doctor can convince her to hear Bill out instead. Bill figures out the relationship issues the Doctor and Missy are having and gives them a basis to work on to improve them in the progress.

Missy decides she will give Bill a test and if she wins, her and Heather can return home and Heather can live again. But they can't use the TARDIS this time, they will have to walk, the long, cold and dark way back to Earth.

We definitely want some 'don't turn around' thing here but I don't quite know what yet. And when Bill eventually does turn around, Heather is getting pulled back. Bill grasps her hand, but Heather is like smoke, escaping her. That's when a cyberman shows up. Bill understands that she can't hold Heather because she does not belong to the Nethersphere. But the cyberman does and he can convert her.

And now there are two possibilities I have been thinking about :

A) Bill asks the cyberman to help them and convert her. The cyberman looks past her at Heather and calls her by her name. She recognises him as her friend - Danny, as he lets her know because he can remember anything now - and pleads he will leave them be instead. Danny realises that in Bill's shoes he would have asked for the same and he goes and converts her.

Bill can hold Heather now and for a moment, she fears she will get converted now, too, because that's what cyberman are built to do. She tries her best to remember Bill how she looked before even though the Nethersphere tries to steal her memories away. So she closes her eyes and kisses the cyberman, where Bill's mouth would have been. When they part, Bill looks like herself again and all of Heather's memories are back. Both of them are dripping water.

Defying both the cyberman programming and the Nethersphere forgetful-mist turned them into their anti-matter: the water of the river running along the seems of the Nethersphere and all over the world. They return to the river and continue to travel between the worlds together, promising Danny to watch over his love who is still on Earth until they will eventually help her cross.

The cycle finally broken and her friend lost, River decides to leave time on Earth in Nardole's care for a while and visit her husband and wife in their realm. She helps them heal and Missy undoes the cyberman conversion, transforming the Nethersphere into a less twisted place.

But that's kinda exactly the opposite of what happens in the pilot and I am not sure I like that. So option

B) Bill doesn't get converted. Heather asks her not to, or Danny refuses, or the Doctor shows up and talks her out of it, or she decides herself that she doesn't want that. So she has to leave and Heather has to stay. But Danny and her promise to look after each other and for some reason (aka the Nethersphere healing) he doesn't have to convert Heather. Danny makes Bill promise to look after his love on Earth, Clara.

So Bill leaves alone. River restarts the cycle again and again until she finally gives up. She leaves to help heal the Nethersphere. The Doctor comes back to Earth and helps Bill become a scientist.

Bill searches Clara. They become friends, they move in together. Bill has a full life. Gets to live her dream and continues learning and travelling, often accompanied by River, Nardole, the Doctor and Clara. She dates a few women but neither her or Clara find anyone solid again because their love lives in the great beyond.

(But Clara is so crushing on the three Gods that keep visiting Bill and Bill doesn't know whether she finds it funny or it makes her uncomfortable. No, she knows with Missy it makes her uncomfortable.)

They stay together and when Clara dies of old age, Bill stays behind alone. One night - Bill is very old now - she hears the TARDIS land in her flat. She expects the Doctor to come stumbling out babbling nonsense or River to come and hug her or even to just hear Missy's drawl. But it stays quiet. So she goes and opens the door herself.

Heather is standing at the console, having come to pick her up. She looks exactly like Bill remembers and when she looks up there is recognition in her eyes. She tells Bill that the Nethersphere is a good place now and that she has come to take her home.

(Possibly, she mentions that the TARDIS can not only go to the Nethersphere but anywhere in the world. And then maybe they're taking the long way round.)

The End.

*************

Now, I have a bunch more thoughts on why Bill=Orpheus and Heather=Euridice and especially 12=Persephone is beautiful. And on 12/Missy's relationship and how River fits in there, too. And there are a couple of quotes from both the show and the series I desperately want to include.

I also have some thoughts on why I am not making this about capitalism/climate change (mostly because the Master really, really isn't Hades). That point bothers me a little because it's one of the main things I love about the musical. But I am not trying to be political in my silly little fanfics so it's alright.

Anyway, this is way too long already. Props to you if you read all of that! So, yeah, please feel free to ask further questions or weigh in on this and tell me your opinion! I am still heavily planning and have no idea whether I will write anything (more than I just did 😅).

Also no idea how good or bad or wrong or right this idea is in total. There are definitely things that are still bugging me, but generally this has brought me so much joy during the last days and that's already worth a lot :D Sometimes you just have to go crazy with a concept and then never touch it again 🤷‍♀️ I'll see if that's the case here :)

[sadaolim]

Rules and About/Muse for Mobile!

Hello hello! This is an remade/ovehauled(original blog Nov 2022, new one February 2023) indie rp/ask blog for Professor Sada (a darker take on her/ Lawful Evil Sada) from Pokemon Scarlet, I am Rain (they/them), older than 20, have been writing on tumblr for 10 years almost :D Blog is not spoiler free! Please know that I am anti-harassment and refuse to partake in fandom drama. I am a tad slow with my replies/threads atm, but feel free to IM me if you would like to plot! Thank you so much checking out my blog :D (Also on @emmetrain & @ingovercast )

RULES AND MUSE/VERSES for mobile users down below;

RULES

IC =/= OOC. What she says or does are her actions, not mine. Our opinions differ. I’m not my muse. //Also, my portrayal of Sada is that she loves Arven truly, however, due to her issues and her “ends justify the means” approach, she left his side in his early teens to focus on the project that will achieve paradise for her family, resulting in neglect. Especially when… the accident happened and Professor Sada could not return to his side anymore. She can be “Lawful Evil” in which she follows her own rules to achieve her dream for her family, and will disregard other’s safety in return.

If you want me to tag something, please tell me. There will be no graphic images and such on here. Only fanart regarding Sada and Pokemon and my art (with occasional aesthetic pictures) will be reblogged from time to time.

Take all the time you need to reply! Really, real-life comes first so don’t stress out. I don’t care if it takes months for you to reply! I can wait!! (And I expect you to show me the same patience in return!

I will not remind you to reply. Ever. However, I will not assume it’s dropped permanently so I will give it time to be picked up. (So feel comfortable and reply at your own pace!)

Hate will not be tolerated. I am just here to write some fluff and angst and have fun! I do not wish to partake in fandom drama. I also will block people who participate in callout posts, vague posts or are on witch-hunts. Please, let’s keep this drama-free.

I do not condone harassment over someone writing fiction, AND I do not condone muns being subjected to heavy content without prior warnings/consent. RP is a community activity in  a way so please be mindful of what you are bringing regarding to triggering content. –Real people come first. For both writer side and reactor side. RP is two-person activity and triggering subjects should not be brought up without prior communication.

I will not roleplay incest. I will not ship Sada with any character under 20.

Crossovers and doubles are WELCOME!! OCs and Self-inserts as well!

I would love to have my mutuals have rules/about pages so I can understand their muse better and know how they conduct their blog. I may not follow if I cannot see your pages, and I prefer roleplaying with mutuals. However, asks are welcome!

I usually draw for my threads and if the post is originally mine, feel free to like it! :D However, please do not reblog rp/headcanons posts you are not part of, and check if a post is ‘ok to reblog’ before doing so. ALSO, since my rp partners might have different rules regarding liking their content (since it may clog their notifications), please check their rules before liking threads originally theirs/posted by someone other than me.

Please tell me if you are not comfortable with any elements which we may rp. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with headcanons and plots which contain gore or heavy angst. //Also, I can’t rp some themes if my mood is down so please don’t rush me for replies.

This blog might contain a few heavy/dark themes but nothing darker than these (it will be tagged appropriately and be under read-more depending on the content): Mentioned childhood traumas (emotional/neglect) due to the backstory. Parental Abuse. Violence and emotional abuse might be explored. As a general precaution, you may blacklist the ‘ask to tag’ tag. 

My threads tend to get long, so, feel free to blacklist ‘long post’ tag! I do trim my posts and put my monstrous 3k replies under read-more, but sometimes it gets loooong.

The sins of roleplaying are not acceptable. (Godmodding and all that stuff.)

If I roleplay nsfw themes (torture, gore..that stuff)  It will be tagged with [insert here] tw and will be under read-more. (I do not think sexual nsfw will be present on the blog, however, if this changes, it will be tagged appropriately and be under read-more.)

Do not force sexual acts on my muse.

Tag me in your replies with my tracked tag ‘sadaolim’. It will make my life a lot easier. You can also mention me!

IM should stay out of character unless we talk about it. But I’m cool with IC IM. Just ask me first.

The icons and gifs I use are mine. Please do not use my icons, thank you.

I don’t mind how you format your reply! Everyone is unique in their own way so don’t worry about it.

Multi-verse. Every character has their own universe which is different from others if it’s not talked between muns or specified.

Sada’s backstory may reference canon muses, but these mentions will be disregarded unless we plot and agree on these points. Sada can also come in a blank state to match her family, Arven and Turo!

 I reserve the right to not answer a message or reply to a starter.. It does not mean I do notcherish your message or the starter, however, I may not have the right mindset or energy to reply back! 

FULL NAME: Sada Olim ❒❒❒❒

AGE: 48

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them

ORIENTATION: Bi (Biromantic Bisexual)

DATE OF BIRTH: November 18th (Scorpio)

HEIGHT: 6'8 (2 meters :) )

SPIRITUALITY: If she had to follow a higher being, she would choose Mewtwo (man-made, FAFO-mentality…)

BASIC INFO: Sada is a dreamer and a hard-worker. She has sacrificed her time with her son to achieve the paradise for her family, where Pokemon of past and present can live in harmony. The destruction of the ecological balance is a risk she is willing to take, and as a Lawful Evil character, she is ready to take a stance against anyone who would try to stop her from achieving her dream.

Arven is her pride and joy, and she truly regrets the neglect of her son, yet, she has sacrificed too much to go back now. She has to achieve the paradise to make amends to her son, she cannot go back empty-handed.

Sada adores her Pokemon team of Paradox Pokemon, and her two Koraidons. However, she does baby the first Koraidon she had brought to the present, which is why the passive Koraidon will be called "baby" affectionately by her and this page. 

Sada, even after her separation from Turo, still loves him so, and respects him as the father of Arven. However, she is also hurt by his decision of being uninvolved with Arven's life.

Other than Arven, people Arven might care about, and her Pokemon, everyone else is on thin ice. If Turo could leave her, so could you. She will not make the same mistake again.

HISTORY:

[Unless agreed or clarified beforehand, your muse will face the real Sada. However, Arven, Penny, Nemona and the Protag interactions may default to the AI Sada, since the accident had already happened.]

[My potrayal of Sada is darker, as someone who lost the sight of what's important; she will not be afraid of making questionable choices.]

Sada has been the biggest history nerd Paldea has ever known. She was also fascinated with the idea of Pokémon from other ages, especially from the ancient past.

Professor Sada and Turo were the high-school sweethearts, who went to the Academy of Paldea together, and later become part of the team that explored the Greater Crater of Paldea.

With Director Clavell's support, she had solved the mystery behind the terastal phenomenon and named the crystallizing energy "Terastallizing". Her research contributed to the making of Tera Orb, which allowed Pokemon outside of the crater to terrastallize as well (which was also offered to the Academy).

Her contribution in making the protype Tera Orb helped her get the funding needed for further research, and she set up her second lab in a lighthouse near Cabo Poco.

After a breakthrough in her research she moved back to the Zero Lab in the Greater Crater of Paldea, though she would still work at Lighthouse as well. Sada succeeded in developing a time machine that would allow her to reach out to Paradox Pokémon, Pokémon from the ancient past, by transporting Poké Balls to different points on the timeline to catch them and bring them into modern time.

Arven, her dearest son, came to her life, and shortly after, Professor Turo had left their life. Sada still loves him so. In her pursuit of a paradise for her family, Sada continued her research.

After an incident where her first, precious Koraidon was seen by the others around the Lighthouse, Sada had to spend most of her time at the Zero lab, since she could not let Koraidon be seen by the others. (This did not stop her baby Koraidon from visiting Arven lots, though he would start to blame his mother's disappearance on the dragon and start to resent him.)

Sada was determined to make her paradise a reality, and had to achieve it fast without missing any more years she could have spend with Arven. To hasten the process and keep the secrecy, she made an artificial intelligence of herself.

Sada and her assistant, AI Sada would also bring the more powerful Koraidon to the present through the time machine. To her dismay, the Koraidons did not get along, and Sada found herself deescalating many fights between the two.

Sada also developed the Poké Ball Lock System, an ID-based defense mechanism for her lab. After the sacrifices she had made, she could not let anyone stand in her way. (This makes her unafraid to take some cruel actions if needed.)

Sada dreams of past and present Pokémon existing in harmony, however, she is ready to take the risk of ecological balance being disrupted. Destruction is a natural part of life. 

A territorial battle between the two Koraidon would take place, where Sada would misjudge the situation and her strength. She ended up taking a mortal blow from the stronger Koraidon while protecting the baby Koraidon from the other. This also led to the destruction of Research Station No. 4, and Sada eventually passed away.

Pokemon team (Will match with the Pokemon RPer if needed**)

Apate the Scream-Tail: Her favorite Pokemon for sure. Scream-Tail and Sada’s bond could rival her and the baby Koraidon’s bond, almost. Both tricksters, they had fun whenever Professor needed time to unwind. With her fairy and psychic abilities, Scream Tail would help Sada sleep when an intervention was inevitable. Apate was named for being a trickster, and the daughter of the night :)

Athena the Slither Wing: The fighter pokemon who is wise enough not to fight unless necessary. This also is why she was selected to be in Sada’s team, when she did not attack Sada but only defended herself.  Named Athena for being a goddess of wisdom and war. A pokemon of few words/cries, she is more fond of being present during Sada’s research. Due to Sada and Apate the Scream Tail being inseperablle, Athena ended up learning Zen Headbutt as well. (Apate’s bad influence.)

Janus the Brute Bonnet: The Pokemon from the ancient past who saw the future he never though he would end up being a part of. As a Brute Bonnet tied to nature and the dark forces, he was gifted with the power of Precognition. This gift meant that he knew what would become of Sada when he befriended her, and his resistance to being her friend to spare himself the heartache. However, even the pokemon of two faces (the red and white both foreseeing the Pokeballs of future and also symbolizing two faces that look into the past and the future) could not save himself or defy the fate.

Aglaea the Flutter Mane: Joining the professor out of boredom, Aglaea is the most competitive of them all: a pokemon of various moves, all a different type, except Fairy. Though the fae origin is not denied, Aglaea leans more into its ghost nature. She and the Professor enjoy each other’s company, and Sada’s fashion choices can be partly blamed on this Flutter Mane’s influence.

Aite the Sandy Shocks: This grumpy Pokemon has lived for thousands of years, before being snatched by Sada's time machine. He is known for his mischief, despite being grounded enough to control his impulses... for the most time. Enabler of Sada's most reckless plans, he got his name due to being a god of mischief, blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse. He is basically the shoulder devil of Sada.

Achlys the Roaring Moon: Perhaps the strongest pokemon and almost ace Pokemon of the professor, Achlys' and Sada's relationship is of respect and deep trust. Though not affectionate and outright cold toward each other, Sada loves the dragon more than anything, and can be found wrestling with the roaring moon as a part of her training regime. Achlys is indifferent toward humans, and acts almost like the leader of the team, keeping everyone in line. After Sada's accident, he barely accepted his position to remain as a part of the Paradise Protection Program. He had returned to the ancient past, but can be summoned by AI Sada into the present during the final battle.

VERSES

verse;; lighthouse and shattered mirrors

Before baby Koraidon was found out, Sada would spend her time equally between the Zero Lab and the Lighthouse where Arven stayed.

verse;; paradise: someday this pain will be useful

After she had to retreat to the Zero Lab to shelter the baby Koraidon, and focus solely o finishing up her project for her family /to return to Arven's side soon.

verse;; AI bad bad bad person

Because you love love love, when you know that she can't love. AI Sada's takeover after the professor's accident. Default verse for Nemona, Penny and protag interactions.

[suttontwinsx]

Indie Semi-Selective Rp blog for Multiverse Twins

Penned by Kay, 25+. Sideblog and follows from ENTANGLEDMUSES

Affiliated with: 

@happeningsinhawkins/ @domanon  @theolderhenderson/ @strangerxparty/ @xinthesewallsx​

JOSEPHINE (GDocs) || TEDDY (GDocs) || RULES || MEMES 

Mobile rules and Basic Bios under the Cut

Hello. I'm Kay and I am the Mun behind these too little shits here.

This is a sideblog, and you can find my Main at Entangledmuses, which is where I will be following from if we are to interact.

I might not follow everyone who I rp with, just to keep Dash clean, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to interact. :D

So just a few basic Rules, cause you know gotta have them these days.

- I love anons, please feel free to send them, but any anon hate about me, my muses, or my partners will be deleted straight away, so save your breath and don’t bother with them.

- Please no Godmodding, there is no need to tell me what my muse should do, they can make up their own minds, and often do.

- I do have a few triggers, and therefore will not Rp Non Con or Sexual Assualt, or Rape.

- There will most likely be some smut here, both mun and muses are of age.

- I am more than happy to do crossovers in Rp, and as long as I know the Fandom, I am happy to Rp in other fandoms.

- There may be some fcs I won’t rp with. Or are less likely to rp with. Amber Heard is one of them!!, Justin Bieber, any of the Kardashians, James Charles, Kanye West. Any Reality “Show” stars. Character wise, I won’t rp in the Doctor Who fandom, I just am not a fan of the show. I also won’t rp in the Torchwood fandom. That does not mean I won’t rp with the fcs of stars in those shows (most of them).

- I tend to Queue posts, just for my own Sanity. As for length, and format. I try to write at least a Paragraph, very few one liners, and I tend to do small text, but do not feel you have to match. - Muses are Pansexual, so shipping it open.

- Mun DOES NOT participate in Call outs! Do not get me involved.

Thanks x

Josephine:

Fc: Suki Waterhouse

Josephine is a quiet, shy, but extremely smart girl. She is very artistic, and a skilled painter. She is also extremely musical. You can normally find Josephine either listening to music while she paints, playing her guitar, or reading a book.

She does enjoy the company of others, but she only has a few people she really trusts.

Her brother does try to get her involved in social activities, but she just prefers the company of a select few.

She isn’t unpopular, but she isn’t as popular as her brother is.

Verses: Stranger things. Historical. Open to Others.

Teddy:

Fc: Taron Egerton

Theodore, or Teddy, as he prefers to be called, is the polar opposite of his Twin. Where Josephine is Quiet and Shy, He isn’t. Teddy has always been quite outspoken, and loud. He’s always been popular, but at the same time, never wanted to make his sister feel left out, so always invited her to wherever they went.

He was the man of the family, so felt responsible for his sisters and mom, so wasn’t really one to go out and get drunk and go to parties. He much preferred small social things.

Teddy is always very dedicated in his relationships, but also had the reputation of a flirt, and was extremely charming. Despite his popularity, is someone who gives everyone a chance. He doesn’t judge books by their covers

Verses: Stranger things. Historical. Open to Others.

[electronicsynth]

Musings --- Negative --- Don't Read if you don't want to see Emotional Bullshit

But like I left tumblr years ago to keep up with everyone who moved, but honestly the other site is a shit hole. Every site is. Social media is so fucking stupid, and I'm not free from that. I'm medicated now and really just thinking about a lot of things. Like. How I have really muffled myself for stupid reasons. How I try to be a good person in the eyes of everyone else it hurts. I was never an anti tho those were never good people to me, just bully's that want the abused to die. And well I'm kind of really done putting on this sheet of being a quiet good girl so to speak. Me and my System have really just sat down in a way and thought about things. I have a lot of people pleasing issues. It comes from abuse. I have NPD it comes from being neglected, speaking of which. I was talking to my therapist and she 100% agreed that NPD comes from being neglected and having to do everything yourself. But like I'm just sick and tired of being what I think people want. I barely even talk on my twitter, I barely talked on tumblr too back in the day and sometimes I feel guilty about not posting because I have been told that I'm not trustworthy because I don't talk. This was such a cycle, a cycle of like, being told that I'm a freak so I should shut up and also I can't be trusted because I shut up.

All of this has made me so hypercritical of myself even more than I was before I was a teenager. It sucks. I'm really done with it. Sometimes no matter how many things you do for someone. How many times you reach out and help, all you are to them are a supply of dopamine and they don't give a shit about you other then what you do for them. This isn't even the disorder talking. It's life.

Bpd/Npd comorbid is such an awful thing to have and to deal with. It's so hard to find help. Or to admit you need help. I want to run away. I want to quit therapy. I want to pretend that everything is fine and continue to be that supply of dopamine to people that hurt me because it gives me attention for that small fragment of time.

But I won't I'm going to stay away and be formal, be pointed and be casual. Stoic. Things that they would hate. I think that that is even better then starting a fight. I feel like having just an edge, just a small bit of power, just something will feel good. I used to be able to talk to people. I used to be able to play on irc or random chatrooms. My life has been a blur since I entered foster care and was thrust into a world of normalcy while being abused in a way I wasn't used to.

With all of this it makes you just so easy to be abused. So easy to be taken advantage of. To be taken for granted. To be insinuated to be a liar.

It's funny. I should of known people like that are never any good. V went on about his list, but was he wrong? Most people from those groups are known for being stupid, abusive pricks. I shouldn't be too hard on myself as a person, I don't think I've been out that much in the past decade, though, I think I was during some parts, hard to tell pre-knowing days after all.

I guess what I'm saying is what goes around comes around, and acting like people are just there for your own amusement is not a fun thing.

Revenge is a slippery slope, but, I'm not one to run from slopes. I'm really mad right now. I wish I could really put it into words, or tell people how I really feel. Or we could 'talk it out' because of course I'm just crazy and it just seems like I'm only important when you want something and I'll never not respond because I have OCD about messages. It's not that, you just never noticed even when people in my system were upset, struggling with life, wanting to d*e that we would always respond. It's normal not notice it's just text.

You've had so much of a worst life then me you shout from the back of your lungs, while I tell you nary details about mine, just the ones that don't make me feel weak. Just not the things that make me know that it's something you can make fun of an abuser for. Those are the things you can say.

Bullshit. Anyways. I'm done talking.

[burncdheart]

rules.

I've noticed that my rules on the carrd might be quite hard to read for people with bad sight. So I decided to post them here again with a bigger font.

Put unter read more because, wwwhhh, it's quite long :'D

01. interacting & rp.

* english isn't my first language, so forgive me if i got anything wrong and feel free to correct me whenever needed ♥

* exclusives are only a very rare occassion and currently only applies to mira's chuuya nakahara (@diverse-hearts) as he's taru's father.

* do not tell me with who i can interact. i know that hate is too common in the rp-community and i rather see for myself.

* as always - no metagaming, god modding or such, unless its small actions that are important for the thread to move forward.

* ims are open for everyone while i prefer discord to be for mutuals only. if there should be any problems or such, feel free to tell me there ♥

* i turn asks into threads pretty often. if it bothers you, please tell me. just like this, you too are more than welcome to do the same. even if we don't know where it goes, even if it's just our muses randomly talking and it goes nowhere. rp doesn't have to be all about action! it can just be something cozy too.

* i also welcome the idea of alternative unvierses (aus). so don't fret to throw them at me c:<

* please keep in mind that taru is meant to be a villain. so no, she won't always be nice.

02. shipping & relationships.

* i will only do romantic ships with chemistry and never with muns or muses that are under the age of 18.

* my muse is multiship, with every ship being in its own verse - unless plotted otherwise. in terms of ship i won't do exclusive ever.

* sexual topics will only happen there and then - once again, not with anyone under 18.

* though i love shipping, i honestly feel most comfortable about it, when things are at least roughly planned.

* pre-established relationships are totally welcome! be it that they have met once before or even several times.

* please always feel free to dm me about potential ships!

* i welcome all kind of relationships! our muses hate each other? something simple and platonic? they just simply have to work together? be my guest!

03. following & triggers.

* i’m not going to follow everyone back. but i most likely will, as long as you have rules, as multimuse a muse list and as oc blog a bio about your chara.

* however, if i do, it means that i really want to interact & rp with you.

* i’m oc friendly and will also follow muses that got crossovers of verses i roleplay in. (plz throw your ocs at me tho. i love fellow ocs ♥♥)

* i will try to send in passwords, fill out your interest checker ( once we are mutuals ) and i will always look at your rules before following.

* this blog contains heavy topics. gore, blood, murder, traumatising things, you name it

.* triggers will be tagged with trigger tw.

* my own trigger are pictures of jellyfish and spiders

04. everything else.

* none of the art is mine, unless stated otherwise. i will also only use any official art. if any art is spotted that is not official, please feel free to tell me! i will take it down.

* icons are mostly made by me, unless stated otherwise.

* credits can be found underneath the rules.

* i’m not affilated with mihoyo, bones, nor anything else related to the fandoms my muse is in.

* my oc is made by my own imagination and her faceclaim is a way to show how i imagine her.

[zedorxio]

INTRO PLACE HOLDER

Uhh hi I’m new (kinda) and I’m slowly trying to navigate tumblr more often. So yeah. This is a temp intro/pinned until I make a prettier/more organized one- or something.

Anywho.

Welcome!

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Basic mun info ;

Hi, my name is Zed/Looney/Wacky, but you can also call me whatever you’d like.

I’m 19 years old, and my birthday is June 24th.

I use He/it pronouns.

I like to draw, and write poetry sometimes!

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Account info ;

This blog in particular is a personal/art account. Where I rant and rave about hyperfixations and share pointless tumblr threads.

But, I do roleplay!

This is my single muse account (if I like it here I may make a multimuse)

[My Devi D muse account]

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Other stuff? ;

This account is ADULTS only, please don’t follow or interact with me if you’re a minor! I don’t post nsfw or anything like that- but I’m simply not really comfortable interacting with minors or anything.

My DMs are open BUT- I’m rather awkward. Please bear with me on that. I’m not very good at upholding small talk or anything like that.

I appreciate tone tags! I’m not very good at reading tone, tags are not required but greatly appreciated!

I indulge in horror and darker content- if you don’t like that kinda thing I don’t recommend following me! I’m not sure what triggers in particular to list at the moment but I’m sure in the future I can provide a more specific list.

Please communicate boundaries! If we do interact and I overstep somehow, feel free to tell me I did something wrong! I like talking stuff out, so please don’t hesitate.

Enjoy your stay! Stay hydrated!!

[aureatescars]

guidelines

ABOUT THIS RP BLOG & THE MUN: • you can call me vii • mun/muse over 21 • mun is not a native speaker of English • replies may take a bit since I have work and uni • i also absolutely suck at reaching out first because I'm awkward af but I do try! > also once we break the ice you're not getting rid of me again :D IN GENERAL: • selective & private > I will only write threads with mutuals, but you may send in rp-memes regardless. • literate/descriptive/multi-para-style • open to asks from anyone, but not terribly quick about answering them • canon typical violence • plotlines of any kind are welcome, adventure, romance, crack, fluff, angst hit me up we’ll probably find some common ground •  I don’t queue replies, only aesthetic posts and so on > if I owe you I want you to get that reply as soon as possible • general warning: NSFW will occassionally occur and will be tagged #nsfw CONCERNING ALEXANDER’s PORTRAYAL •  I do not write him as a villain, nor do I intend to in the future. In my opinion in his canon verse he was a civilian forced into a war by grief and an overwhelming need for revenge for his fiancée’s death. He did not join the resistance for glory, out of patriotism or because he believed in the cause, even though he used these reasons as a front to hide from his grief and the guilt he felt for everything he did during the war. > that does not mean your muse may not perceive him as a villain if they know/or learn about who he is and what he has done before/ or during the plot of RE:Damnation. • This is more of a headsup - but since Alexander’s mother tongue is not English, yet I personally do not speak Russian, I handle him speaking Russian in threads either without outright dialogue by simply stating he tells someone something in Russian or by marking his dialogue with [ ] instead of the usual quotation marks to indicate that he is currently not speaking English. ABOUT RP-MEMES: • I don’t care how long ago I reblogged something - send the meme • I don’t care if our muses met before - send the meme • I don’t care if we follow each other - send the meme • I don’t care if we never interacted before - send the meme • I don’t care if you already send 52849412 memes - send the meme • I don’t care if we have 20 threads already - send the meme • SEND. THE. MEME. ABOUT ROMANTIC SHIPS: • multi-ship, but will not ship with multiples of the same muse. • I love ships and chances are I already ship our characters. So, lets go! • I mostly ship chemistry. meaning I’d like to see how our muses interact on a base level before jumping right into a ship, but if we’re mutuals feel free to send in shippy memes or random shippy asks regardless - just know that they will likely not immediately turn into threads with a fully established romantic relationship in threads if we’ve never interacted before. • I also headcanon Sasha as demisexual, therefore it will take him forming a deep bond with your muse first to actually consider a romantic relationship in any case. However he does perceive himself as straight initially, since he never even considered being anything other than that even after his fiancée died. SMUT: • won’t write smut with minors • it will be tagged nsfw • I’m game for rping most things, just ask, I won’t judge • BUT please refrain from writing: > spanking > your muse calling mine babe or baby in a context that isn’t crack. just. no. > other pet names are circumstancial and might need discussion since I often find them ending up feeling too ooc. VERSES: • canon verse and slight divergences preferred > meaning: I follow canon by default and it will take some serious plotting and just me vibing with you ooc for any plot to happen outside the canon/ or canon-adjacent universes TRIGGERS: • I don’t have any triggers • mention of torture will be tagged with “tw: torture” • mention of death will be tagged “tw: death” • also I’m not a fan of gore so please keep fights and injuries reasonable THINGS I WILL NOT RP: • scat/watersports • vore • explicit torture

[soythesaucytoast]

For fucks sake please look at the post completely, as that is where my interests in rps are, the fandoms I frequent in, both in the post it's self and in the tags, perhaps you'll find common interest in the list of what you also like, and we could build on from there

Looking for a fellow Roleplayer of sorts, anyone up for it..? DM me if ur interested, and to spread me around it would be cool if you rebloged

-I have RP ideas for Star Wars, DC, Marvel, avatar last Airbender/legend of Korra, TMNT, and HTTYD, Wings Of Fire, Percy Jackson, FNAFSB/FNAF, Gravity Falls, Aphmau, Adventure Time, Hollow Knight,AVATAR,AVATAR WOW, Ninjago,Cuphead, Minecraft,TDP, Undertale/Undertale AUs, Wednesday, LOTR, Hobbit,Rise of the Guardians,Static Shock,Iron Man,Spiderman,Batman(One ver in particular being The Batman,2004), Welcome Home,Pirates of the Caribbean,Transformers,TrollHunter,Hazbin Hotel, Lion Guard,Monsters/cryptids, high school/college sorts of rps, 1940s sorta Rps,Mafia, laboratory rps, fantasy, kingdom/royalty types, steampunk types, cowboy/Wild West types, detective types, Superhero, Supervillain, Vigilante, Detective, pirate types, reincarnation types,Outer Space types,Romance, Mystery, Action,angst, apocalyptic, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, aliens, Fandom/Non Fandom(Maybe crossovers depends,) (allot of sub categories in allot of these btw,) , and a few more, I can't fully think of em RN but they exist, are there anything here you may be interested in?

-LGBTQIA+ friendly

-OC friendly (as most likely I'll also be using my OC(s) as well--)

-No length preferences just enough for me to work with- (preferably no one liners- I need meat and bones to rip apart so I can cook you up a good response-)

-18+ interacts

-(I'm a sub)

-Tell me what's your no no's and 👌's, I wanna make the experience good for both of us

-I like using Discord for rps- but I don't mind here

-I do about any and all pairings, and play NB, Male and Female characters, please tell me your preferred pairings

-Please tell me your no no's, and what your eh is with gore and nsfw

-I myself is 18+

-Please feel free to DM me or dm me via discord - soythesaucysquid

-If we have an ongoing rp please tell me bc I sometimes need a konk on the noggin, I'm stupid af- sorry-

My Main (Multi-Fandom muse):

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-kqDIlBfwJ7wVu69mQxnza574dNa9S4rMlIxz7h2dOQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

-I RARELY USE CANNON CHARACTERS, UNLESS THEY ARE WITHIN MY KNOWLEDGE ON HOW TO BEST INTERPRET THEM RARE INSTANCE THAT I WOULD PLAY A CANNON CHARACTER- MY GO TO IS OCS-

✨ Also look in the tags, might have stuff that I didn't list up there that I listed down there and vice versa ✨

-This may or may not update over time

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself