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noobsomeexagerjunk · 1 year

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Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 2)

9. q!Maximus

human. probably.

more or less the CC in the blockman-cubito's clothes

Ordo Theoritas symbol is on his headband he usually wears

a friend and follower of Sapo Peta, through him learning the ability to charm people into perceiving him differently (Biden) as well as perform minor shapeshifting (Valentina). This comes with the price of occasional possession by Sapo Peta himself (see JuanaFlippa trial)

has tattoos that mark this connection that glow whenever he exerts significant stress. can only otherwise be seen under blacklight (like in Las Casualonas!)

Max paints matching markings on Trump everytime they see each other to bless his son with protection. After Trump's death, he permanently marked his son's gravesite.

Actually he has a habit of doing this to things dear to him. He has debated placing said markings on SOFIA but decided against it just in case

keeps dandelions in his pockets in honor of Trump

Has sustained scars after being attacked by the binary entity

10. q!Philza

quite literally an angel of death. one of Goddess Misstrixin's many dedicated servants. in this universe they're in an open marriage

winged humanoid. has pointed ears, kaleidoscope irises, and a voice he can magically augment and shift to his will (speak w/ increased reverb)

he wears those beachy, vacation silk kimonos in his signature dark mint green color, alongside a matching bucket hat. under that is a sleeveless black swim suit with enchanting table embroidery

his wings are bird-like, black with a few iridescent feathers that glow red when he goes full angel. he's had carved emerald piercings placed on them for decoration and tribute to a friend long gone after getting clipped. if he cant properly fly for now, he might as well indulge a little

magical carved rubies are all over his person, shaped to resemble hardcore hearts. these glow when he fights or is about to do something powerful

Chayanne has one of these hardcore heart rubies and has incorporated it in his wear to match his papa

11. q!Forever

humanoid of unidentifiable species. perceived as human

Looks human minus the pointy ears and visible canines. Also demonstrates superhuman stamina and endurance, so uh

Dyed his hair blonde for the cosplay, with brunette roots showing

He has a rainbow of beach shorts and casual slippers to wear

very hairy man, refuses to shave

has an organic and extensive skin care routine; Richas likes the hugs from his soft skin

his tears are full of glitter and taste like soda pop

12. q!Baghera

anthromorphic duck person; the vibes are disney ducks crossed with big bird from seasame street

has a large messy feathery floof on her head stylized to resemble the CC's own hair

MC skin's hat + matching athleisure fashion. she is always drippy

some of her feathers are dyed to match the colors of her hat as accents

smells like the artificial fruit smells found in candy

Gave one of her feathers to Pomme as a token of remembrance

13. q!Missa

player equivalent to a skeleton. is a mismatched arrangement of regular bones and wither skeleton bones.

the mismatch is why he can be quite clumsy

under those robes, he is being held together by raw magic and wither rose vines. he has short black hair.

his bones have flower and butterfly engraving that glow aurora borealis colors under blacklight or when he's about to fight

fond of somewhat street hoodies and sweaters over draping robes.

there are sneakers under those robes, wander over yonder style

a lot of the drapery is held together by armor, an aesthetic Chayanne picked up for his own wear

the spaces between the bones double as extensions of his natural inventory space; they make good spots for hiding secret weapons!

14. q!Fit

human man who has seen it all. a mortal with the soul of an immortal

he is covered in scars from his previous adventures in 2b2t

currently in his clean shaven era, which includes not only being bald but shaving the most of his body hair to the point where his muscles sparkle like his head

A practical dresser but is a slut for fancy animal furs. Ramón shares this love for furs as well

Works out in his gym and is visibly getting more swole by the day

Loves showing off, especially if it involves Ramón's own work

15-16. q!Tazercraft (q!Pac & q!Mike)

Both human. Do not separate!

Pac and Mike are soul-bonded but they forgot they about it upon coming onto the island. (they also forgot the magical perks that come with that) This doesn't negate their package-deal relationship in anyway

Experimentation in the QSMP Chume Labs has made them increasingly susseptible to Murphy's Law for some reason. The island itself is not helping either

Pac likes to dress up while Mike will literally pick up the nearest piece of clothing. On occasion they will swap clothes

Despite the above, Mike is usually in safety gear more often than Pac during labwork, especially after the sting of Richarlyson's first life loss

They both have a picture of Richas in their pockets to look at whenever they're at work

They have telepathic communication powers but only with each other. Sometimes they can be caught just staring at each other when they are really arguing in each other's heads

17. q!Etoiles

anthromorphic cucumber!

the pattern of green on his body is composed of tiny little stars that are galaxy-like

has hair, a beard and glasses cartoon character style. He also has rubberhose limbs that can muscle up when he's fighting

under the glasses, his eyes are smudged over with a smoky powder that extends to resemble a blind-fold bandana mask thing. The eyes glow white during fights

wears the clothes of the blockman-cubito + armor

His armor is engraved with star shapes and space imagery

While in love with the thrill of adventure, he loves talking culture with Pomme just as much

part 1!

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

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hiwofumi · 2 years

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𝚊 𝚞 𝚐 𝚞 𝚜 𝚝

Summer love with the Sano boys. Izana’s ver.

For context, the Sanos own a beach house. It’s the same setting for each boy, but on different occasions.

18+ ⭒ MDNI ⭒ 1.7k words

starring ⭒ Manila Arc Izana ⭒ AFAB Reader

tags ⭒ Fluff and smut ⭒ Reader is a bikini wearer ⭒ Whipped Izana ⭒ Public sex ⭒ Finger sucking (Izana does it) ⭒ Ice play ⭒ Face-sitting ⭒ Cowgirl ⭒ His hair is tied

note ⭒ Final entry for @fueledbysano’s Sano Collab! ⭒ Big thank you to the kind @muchoccino for beta reading! Giving you the biggest squeeze ♡

network ⭒ @tokyometronetwork wasn’t mine to lose

versions ⭒ Shinichiro’s ver.⠀Mikey’s ver.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗

𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗’ 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝

You lace your fingers over your stomach, fidgeting demurely. “Is this really necessary?”

Your feet are flat on the sand as you stand in front of a lounging Izana, his body laying sideways on a picnic blanket, his head propped up on one elbow. He eyes you with an eagerness subdued by a lax expression. “Yes. You’ve been keeping it from me too long. I think I deserve a show.”

As if to agree, the wind blows the lower end of your short beach kimono up, granting him a brief look at the garment underneath. You catch his eyes glimmer in excitement, a pair of amethysts under the morning sun.

Before you found yourselves a spot along the shore, you were alone in his room, admiring yourself in a fine bikini you chose with him at the mall. When you first picked it up, you held it against your figure, and he scanned you from head to toe, then he smirked, shooting you a thumbs up. He surprised you at the counter when he purchased it himself. He also surprised you when he insisted in the following days that you present yourself in it before you went to the beach.

“No,” you said for the nth time with a lilt of amusement. After you’ve starved him for days, he was prepared to feast when you walked out of his room this morning.

But to his utter disappointment, what he saw upon whipping his head was another layer of concealment—one he wouldn’t deny looked ravishing on you, but was so . . . hindering.

He decided, then, that it would be the last time the sparkle of anticipation in his eyes faltered.

He waits in front of you now, his hair in a high ponytail which exhibits his clean undercut. His fringe is left at the front, veiling his forehead. His earrings dangle from both ears. He wears only a pair of tropical-patterned swimming trunks, his chest tan without having to bask in the sun.

He flaps his hand impatiently, beckoning you to continue. “Go on,”

At this point, you’re inclined to admire his dedication to this. You think to yourself, Maybe I have been teasing him for too long.

So you put it to an end. You take a deep breath, and with your eyes holding him, you tug on the string securing your robe. When you shed it off, your skin sparkles under the sun, and you reveal to him your golden body kissed by a pretty two-piece.

Here is your moment of truth: his eyes double in size, and his mouth hangs open. You can’t hear it, but you can tell from his lip movement that he mouths, “Holy shit,”

He shifts to a cross-legged sitting position. He seems to have forgotten how to close his mouth, shaping it into a smile you’re grateful to see. It thrusts a boldness into you: you cross one leg over the other, jut your hip out slightly, then put your hand on your hip. The wind, seemingly in favor of you this time, blows your hair back, painting the full image of a beach goddess.

You laugh sheepishly, aware of the risk that you look ridiculous. But you genuinely enjoy yourself, and the prolonging might not have been for naught, after all. “Here’s your show. What do you think?”

His dominance, his cool, and his words—they all seem to have evaporated in the heat.

He bats his eyes, seemingly his last resort to revert to reason. “You’re perfect.”

You grin wider, then you prance forward and tackle him, knocking the air out of his lungs as you fall skin-to-skin.

✱

You’ve mellowed since then. You lie next to each other, you on your stomach, him on folded arms under his head. The sky is a strong, clear blue, a strange but welcome drape over his purple eyes. Your head is dipped into a book, hence your lack of attention for the last three ice cubes he’s tossed into his mouth. They came from a cooler of beers he carried along when you left the house to lie in the sand.

His head lolls to your side. He watches your side profile, starting from the curl of your lashes, ending in the balls of your feet. He knows this sight well. You read like this often; when you laze at the park in the afternoon or wait for him to wake up in the morning. He would be well-rested after a long night of lovemaking, finding you naked and partially covered in sheets, a book on your pillow.

He might have grown attached to this image of you. His stomach warms the longer he admires.

He likes the point where your back arches, starting at your ribs and moving upward. He thinks about what you would look like on top of him, here and now, rolling your hips with the call of his name. He gulps the last of his melted ice down before the thought parches him. When your eyes flick to him, he considers taking another cube from the cooler.

“Yes?” you smile faintly, having felt the intensity of his stare. You reach for his face and stroke the corner of his lip with your thumb. The pattern of his breath changes, you note from how it fans your skin, but his face remains unswayed.

With a slight turn of his head, he takes your thumb into his mouth. You jump at the sudden prickle of wet and cool. “Why’s your mouth so cold?”

“I’ve been eating ice cubes,” he confesses, his tongue hitting the pad of your thumb as he speaks.

“Why have you been eating ice cubes?” you tip your head in question.

“Because,” his eyes trail to the picnic blanket, “you’re hot.”

He meets your eyes again to await a reaction. You blink, then you turn your head away from him and snort. “Please,” you say amusedly.

You close your book with your vacant hand and push it aside, drawing all your attention to him. His tongue continues to swirl around your thumb, indulging in your taste. “How’s it feel?”

“Cold,” you tell him. “I like it.”

He pulls back, leaving your thumb coated in spit. “Would you like it if you felt it elsewhere?”

His hand glides over the back of your thigh, tucking in-between. He rubs your sensitivity delicately. Heat sparks in your nerves.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” you manage to utter in response.

“This whole time.” he affirms. “You’ve just been so . . . fuck,”

You carefully move up from your spot. “Ran out of words?” his eyes follow as your knees straddle his head, your groin above his face. “That’s okay. You won’t be needing any.”

He hastens to tug your bikini down, clasping your hips to pull you toward him. When his cool tongue meets your slick cunt, you cry.

You rock against his mouth, the cold accompanied by his warm breath, making for a wakeful sensation that drives you to curl your fist in his hair. His tongue flicks your throbbing clit, flattens over your fluttering lips, and you mewl as you roll harsher, tingles shooting down your legs and up your stomach. “Izana,” you gasp when his hands move to your ass and squeeze.

He relishes the sweetness, the dripping honey he takes into his tongue. His gaze falls to your arched neck, to your gaping mouth where noises tumble relentlessly. You bow your head to see him, admiring how your fingers pull his fringe backward and unmask his forehead, where thin sweat sheens. It glistens like his mesmeric eyes, like his pillow-soft lips as they press zealously against your cunt.

His lips pucker over your slit, then they trail up to your clit, sucking in hard patterns. Your knees draw toward each other until they press his temples, your thighs clenching as the heat intensifies. Your vacant hand joins the one in his hair, tugging off the tie that holds it together; the more you rock above him and rake your fingers through, the more his wavy strands spread across the blanket. Your nails mark his scalp in fervor, messing his hair even more.

Your eagerness swells, and you bounce as you roll over his tongue. You stain the edges of his mouth with the fluid you leak for him, his nose meeting your pubic mound. He says in his muffled voice, “’M hard,” and although your mind spins in circles, you comprehend it.

You slow down, and your hand loosens from his hair. “Let me,” you tell him, your chest heaving.

He lets go of your ass, then you crawl backward, aligning yourself to his groin. You eye the tent centering his trunks, and without hesitance, you pull the garter down. His erection has a tiny drop at the tip, and you run your thumb over it, spreading it down his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, moaning with the movement of your hand before you position your entrance above his tip. You lower yourself carefully, shivering with him as you do.

You pause to take in his size, eyeing each other with panting mouths. “You’re so hot,” he exhales. “I could come just by looking at you.”

A smirk suits your face, and your palms flatten on his stomach. “Fill me,” you say as you grind on him. You moan the further he stretches your cunt, exhaling with length when he presses your sweet spot. “Oh,” you breathe sharply. “Fuck. That’s it.”

He grunts, clutching your hips again, adding force to every rock of your hips down his cock. While your skin makes harsh contact, your fluid stains his balls and inner thighs. He hears the sound of slapping even amidst the waves; it has him losing touch with his sanity, adding weight to his falling eyelids.

“Izana,” you cry above him, “you fuck me so good.”

Your bodies strain to the point of shivering, and your rapid pace spills vowels out of his mouth. Your cunt clenches around his throbbing cock, and you lose your fiery rhythm amidst the rush to orgasm. His stomach is hot, his chest fluttering.

“Come inside me,” you whine. With a loud groan, he releases, filling you on the inside.

You slow down on top of him before stopping altogether. You rest your weight on him, and he embraces you as you pant heavily. You feel his chest expand and contract against yours.

His palm glides over your back, soothing you with each stroke. “You’re the loveliest.”

You smile over the crook of his neck, nuzzling his skin affectionately. “Thank you. Let’s have some beer.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #izana x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyorev smut #izana smut #tokyo rev fluff #izana fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x you #izana x you #sanocollab

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missfishersmurderpolls · 8 months

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[Image ID 1: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne walks down a red carpet at a fashion show. People stood either side applaud. /End ID.]

Best Phryne Fashion Tournament: Round One

Thanks to all of your wonderful submissions, we've narrowed our favourite looks worn by our favourite detective down to sixteen. Over the few weeks they'll go head to head to determine what is our very favourite Phryne fashion.

The matched up brackets are included below. Full details of looks one to eight are included in this post while looks nine to sixteen are in this one.

There will be one poll a day, posted at 12pm BST/GMT, and each poll will last for twenty four hours. Timings for each round is below. Make sure to vote!!!

[Image ID 2: Image showing brackets for first round of tournament. Details of match ups are reproduced in text below. /End ID].

Round timings:

Round 1: 25th October - 2st November

Round 2: 3rd - 7th November

Round 3 (semi-finals): 8th - 10th November

Round 4 (final): 11th - 12th November

Match ups:

Match up one: 1. Gold gown vs 2. Duster with hat and red scarf

Match up two: 3. Beret and grey tweed coat vs 4. Green waltz dress

Match up three: 5. Sequin swing coat and beret vs. 6. Silver patterned kimono

Match up four: 7. Lilac damask dress and gold shawl vs 8. Santa ski look

Match up five: 9. Fan dance outfit vs 10. Lilac and green coat and hat

Match up six: 11. Red and cream beach look vs 12. Brown & red kimono with pink collar

Match up seven: 13. All black trousers and sheer blouse vs. 14. Blue floral jacket and purple hat

Match up eight: 15. White 'at home' cardigan vs 16. Fighting cock robe

#so sorry this is literally a month late #but I am ready now and I hope you are too!!!#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmm polls #mfmm phryne fashion tournament

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niragisimp · 1 year

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The Pain Before - Reader x Niragi (Part One)

Part Two, Series Masterlist

Niragi Suguru is, by all definitions, a madman. Maybe that's part of the attraction; the feeling of danger when he walks past, the rush of adrenaline knowing you could die at any given moment. If he were to be the end of you, that would be more than acceptable.

When you first arrived at the Beach, you were alone. You arrived at this land with a group, recalling there being at least four others at some point. One of the first games had taken their lives or, more accurately, your winning was what took their lives. You remember just finishing up your tenth game or so, your body aching. 'Spade games aren't a joke...'

You held the card in your hand, glaring daggers at it. You tucked it away in your pouch, who knew fanny packs would become so handy? You took out the antiseptic you had, your hands burning from hitting the ground. Others tried to push you off balance, themselves getting knocked from the tilting floor. You cringed at the burning sensation and started making your way back to your home. Well, you called it home, but it was just an empty department store. You had your tent and a sleeping bag, better than most people.

You didn't get very far before being stopped by a rather beautiful girl. She tapped on your shoulder, and turning around you saw that she had her hand extended towards you. "Kuina. You really saved me back there." You took her hand and gave it a firm shake, "(Y/N), no problem. You seemed like you were in a pinch." She chuckled and smiled at you, "If by 'a pinch' you mean falling to my death, then yes, I was in a pinch." You smiled in return, your hand falling by your side. "Look, you have some good reflexes... I was wondering if you'd like to team up with us."

You gave a skeptical look, "Who is 'us?'" She continued to smile and grabbed your arm gently, leading you over to a car. "A running car? How'd you manage that?" The girl, Kuina, didn't answer but just opened the back door. You pulled away from her grip, "I don't really do teams. So, thanks I guess, but no thanks." You turned to walk away and bumped into a large man, with a scar running down the side of his face and a black tank top.

"Get in." 'Well that's not giving me much option, now is it?' You held back your words, this man would probably crush you like a bug. You turned back to Kuina and sighed, getting in the back of the car, her following suit and closing the door behind her. The car ride was silent despite your questions. "Where are we going?" "Who are you people?" Kuina just smiled and kept telling you over and over, "You'll see when we get there." Seeing as how it was getting nowhere, you stopped asking.

It was probably around 20 or so minutes until you arrived at the entrance. The words had been spray painted over, reading "The Beach." Kuina opened the door and got out as the car came to a stop, "Now, don't freak out." You followed her, closing the door behind you. "About what?" Suddenly your vision went dark, a bag being placed on your head. Your hands were quickly bound behind you with what felt like a zip tie. "What the fuck?!" Someone put a gag around the bag where your mouth was, muzzling any other further protests.

You were then in front of the leader. The bag was lifted and you squinted your eyes at the bright light. It wasn't natural light, but the lights inside somehow worked. Something you didn't miss, the LED bulbs that were everywhere. "Welcome - to the Beach!" He was wearing a floral silk kimono robe, paired with a plain pair of what seemed to be swim shorts. You took note of the people in the room; an average man with glasses, a woman with short black hair, and another with flowing hair and an outfit to kill. The girl, Kuina, was no longer with her, but the driver stood behind her.

The leader flashed around some cards, taking them all in. "Very impressive, ten cards are nothing to scoff at when you acquired them yourself." It was then you noticed everything was gone, no fanny pack, no weapons, hell they even got the knife in your boot. "My cards? What would you want with those?" The man looked up at you, "We are collecting them, of course! Here at the Beach, we work as a collective to gather all the cards in the deck. Our goal is, put simply, to go back to our world." You tilted your head at his words, curiosity surging through you. 'A way to go back home..'

He continued, "We only ask you to follow three rules. We will provide you with anything you could ever want. Electricity, food, running water, whatever you might need. Number one," he held up a single finger, locking your eyes in with his, "All members of the Beach will wear swimwear," he pulled back his robe, seeming to show off, "You can't hide any weapons this way."

"Number two, you are free to do whatever you want. Drink to your heart's content, drugs, sex. Whatever keeps you content." He smirked, seemingly proud of his first two rules. You could've sworn his face turned grim for just a moment before he continued, "And the third, most important. Death to traitors." You held your breath, 'No backing out now it seems.' You contemplated for a moment, holding your head to the ceiling and closing your eyes. You let out a sigh, turning back to the leader. "Sounds great. When do I start pool duty?"

He let out a small chuckle, "I like this one, she's got a bit of fire in her. Now, with cards like these," he held them up in his hand, then tossed them onto his desk, "Quite impressive, again. Seven of Spades, Six of Diamonds, and Seven of Hearts..." He looked your way again, "With this, you'll get a decent number. Woah," he stopped his speech, picking up one card in particular. He faced it forward for everyone to see, "A Nine of Hearts? I knew you had some fire!" He laughed and pulled back the card, gathering them and putting them in a pocket.

He nodded to the large man in the room, and suddenly you felt your hands release. You rubbed them both, the marks from the zip ties burning a bit from the pressure. "I'm the Hatter. This is Aguni," he gestured to the man from before. "This is Keiichi, Ann, and Mira," they all gave a slight nod of the head, not bothering with much else. "Kuina is right outside, she'll show you around." He smiled and gestured towards the door, "Enjoy your stay with us." You stood and made your way to the door, hand on the handle, "I'll do my best."

Holding back your sarcasm was a strong suit for you. It never went well in the real world, why would it be here? You saw Kuina leaning up against the wall, chewing on a piece of candy. "(Y/N), so I take it went well?" She smiled at you and grabbed both your hands, pulling you down the hall, "Well I was abducted, had my cards taken, and not really given much choice in the manner. So... Peachy, I guess?" Maybe holding back sarcasm wasn't as much of a strong suit as you thought it was.

Kuina led you to a large storage room. "You can take anything you want in here, have fun!~" She let out a giggle and turned her back for you to get changed. You could hear her chewing on the candy in her mouth as you began sorting through the clothes if you could call them that. You settled on a black one-piece with a floral design, it had a small diamond shape cut out over the stomach, and the sides were slit and tied together.

You looked for a cover-up and managed to find a white lace one. You grabbed it and flung it over yourself, making your way to Kuina. "Alright, all set for the ball." She smiled at your outfit, "Cute! Let's give you the tour." The pool was bigger than you thought it would be, and the bar was certainly something to ponder. She sat you down poolside, "Oh, another big thing, there are these guys that go around that patrol for anyone breaking the rules. If you can, avoid them at all costs." You nodded along, 'Whatever I can do to live a bit longer.' "Got it. What're these bracelets for by the way?" Kuina flipped yours over to reveal the number behind it, "27? Pretty good for a newcomer! They show your place in line for leaving." She held up her wrist to show, "I'm the eleventh in line, try not to be intimidated." She chuckled and nodded towards the bar, "A drink?" You glanced towards the stocked bar, "I'm game," you returned her smile and watched her get up.

You clasped your hands together and lowered your head to sigh, it's been a while since you got to relax. You felt the muscles in your back and shoulders release and the aches that came with it. The noise suddenly dropped and the near silence enveloped you. You could feel the change in the air and searched for the source. Your eyes landed on them, what you would assume were the militants Kuina had mentioned earlier.

You put your head back down, waiting for them to pass by. All of them carried some sort of weapon, 'So much for no weapons..' You heard the heavy footsteps stop behind you. You swallowed your breath, 'What're the odds?'

You felt a kick on the chair and glanced back. It was the man from earlier, Aguni, and a few others you had yet to know the names of. You could see Kuina at the bar with two drinks, stopped in her tracks watching the militants. "... Can I help you?" One of the men came forward, holding his rifle against his shoulder, "Why don't you help us?" He gave out a dark laugh, signaling another man forward.

Aguni held up his hand, stopping the man from coming any closer. "Niragi, not this one. Move on to another." The man, Niragi, seemed annoyed at this. "Yes, boss." He kicked at the chair again, following Aguni forward. He glared back at you, swirling his tongue through his lips. Kuina jogged toward you, both drinks still in hand. ".. You okay?" You nodded, taking the red drink from her hand. "Did I do something already to get on the shit list?"

Kuina shook her head, "No, just try not to catch Niragi's eye... Avoid him especially, he's fucking crazy." She shot her drink down quickly, "Aguni stopped him this time, can't guarantee he'll stop him twice." You turned behind you, looking at a blonde-haired man with a hoodie. Kuina piped up, "Chishiya! This is (Y/N)," he nodded his head once, "I heard," he turned to you, "Mind if I steal Kuina for a moment?"

"Not at all," you looked over at Kuina, "I'm gonna go check out my room, you guys have fun." You knocked back your drink, placing the glass on the ground and wiping the sides of your mouth of the sweetener. You could feel both their eyes on your back as you walked into the hotel, climbing the stairs to your room. Looking at the back of your wristband, you read the number, 'Room 213,' you glanced at the plaque in front of the hallway, following the arrows. 'Third door down on the right, easy enough.'

You opened the door, noticing the lock on the other side had been damaged, unable to lock. You sighed in defeat, 'So, not a lot of privacy here...' You were about to lie down when your stomach let out a heavy growl. With a sigh, you gathered yourself mentally and headed back out the door, not bothering to close it after yourself.

Making your way to the cafeteria, you heard shouting from inside. You contemplated entering, but your stomach won that battle. You head in quickly, staying by the sides to not draw as much attention. You caught the eye of the man on the ground, being kicked repeatedly. You stayed your course and found a shelf, not caring what you grabbed as long as you got out quickly. Ignoring the painful grunts in between pleading for the assault to stop and a string of sorry, you grabbed a bag of crackers and made for the door.

You felt a pull from your shoulder, "Where do you think you're going?” You turned to see Niragi holding you back. He spun you to face him and pushed you into the wall, his arm blocking the door. His face came closer, you could feel his warm breath on you. You brought his other hand to grasp your chin, holding you still for him to examine. "Such a delicate thing... I wonder if you'll break." He laughed as he grabbed onto your arm again, pulling you out of the cafeteria. The other men didn't follow, just kept kicking the man mercilessly.

You tried to pull your arm back, but his grip tightened on you. You began to pull back harder, trying to use your feet to gain some traction on the ground. Your attempts were proven useless as Niragi continued to pull you forward. It was then Chishiya rounded the corner, his eyes catching Niragi's immediately.

Chishiya stopped in his tracks, his monotone voice almost echoing through the halls, "Does Aguni know you're messing with her again?" Niragi stopped pulling but kept his hand locked around your arm. "Aguni should be faster if he wants a woman. You never know when they'll be riddled with holes." He looked back and smirked at you, making a show of the rifle on his shoulder. He looked back to Chishiya, a sour look on his face. "You should mind your business, snake. You might find a few extra holes in you before morning."

The blonde stepped back sarcastically, putting both hands in the air. "Wouldn't ever stand in your way. Hatter wants to see her." You could feel the grip on your arm tighten and stop as he shoved your arm away. "Tch... See you soon, Princess." He gave you one look over and swirled his tongue on his lips, "Really soon." He laughed and made his way down the hallway, bumping into Chishiya as he did, pushing him to the side. Chishiya didn't seem fazed and approached you, "Follow me."

You rubbed your arm, you could see the bruises already starting to form from Niragi's grip. 'He won't be easy to avoid now...' You followed Chishiya, stopping behind him. "I thought we were seeing the Hatter?" He gave you a small smile, "He's busy. So, I guess we'll just have to wait for him." You shot him a questioning look, "The Hatter never asked for me, did he?" Chishiya leaned up against the wall a grabbed his chest, "I would never lie." He gave another small smile, but it disappeared as quickly as the first. "Well, thanks anyways. I guess the whole 'do whatever you want' really goes for anything."

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local-flower-girl · 2 years

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LMAO I'm sorry I'm getting a hang of this app still-but yeah, I'd like to req a honeymoon with sephiroth in a fancy beach resort 🤩 adoring, lusting, obsessing on us, and making us a priority of his-sorry for the changes 🙏

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Now and Forever

The silver streamline of the moons ambient glow cascaded over the sea. The tranquility of the night was suddenly uplifted by a warm and steady Costa Del Sol breeze. You watched as the meshed curtains upon the bedroom archway danced and fluttered in the wind. Outside the palm trees shook for a singular moment before returning to a calm stillness; as did the flames from the abundance of surrounding candlelight. The consistent noise of crashing waves could be overheard within the distance as you stepped out onto the beachside balcony, wearing a delicate white silk and lace kimono. Upon the elegantly decorated mezzanine stood a rounded cedar panelled hot-tub. Pink rose petals floated gently against the water’s surface. As you approached the tub, a floral fragrance mixed with the aroma of a calming lavender saturated the night time air. The bath alone was alluring but the sea view was utterly breathtaking. It was a picturesque backdrop for an evening soak.

Slowly removing your robe, your bare skin made contact with the breeze. Carefully you lowered yourself down into the tub, resting your shoulders against the curved edge. The heat of the water soothed your body, lulling you into total relaxation. Surrounded by clouds of steam, the water vapour enveloped you, seemingly washing your cares and worries away. Your eyes closed as you breathed a heavy sigh of serenity.

The sudden press of soft, wanting lips against your own had you taken by surprise. You smiled in satisfaction as the kiss concluded, fluttering your eyes open and peering up at Sephiroth through your sultry lashes.

“My my…” He hummed lowly. “What a sight.”

“The scenery is rather beautiful.” You sighed.

“I wasn’t talking about the scenery.”

A mischievous smirk loomed across his face. You smiled, watching him keenly, noticing how his long pale tresses reflected the silver radiance of moonlight. The honeymoon bliss between you both was fresh yet tantalisingly exciting. You were eager to see where the evening would take you, and to what exotic thrills you both might explore and unravel.

The oceanic warm air, merged with lavender and Sephiroth’s rich cologne was a heavenly combination. He knelt down beside you, leaning his arms against the tub and circulating his lithe fingers within the water. His loose cotton shirt hung lowly, unbuttoned revealing the accentuated outline of his upper chest. Overtime the humidity from the bath water altered the fabric, causing it to become translucent. You noticed how the dampened material adhered to the prominent definition of his abdominal muscles. His robust, handsome physique had your heart fluttering.

Sephiroth remained silent, watching you intently through narrowed eyes, like an animal observing its prey. Vigilant and waiting eagerly to pounce. You knew that look very well. You could read his mannerisms like an open book. You slowly lifted your leg above the water, watching the steam rise from your sleek, damp skin, deliberately enticing and tempting him further. He was impatient, immediately taking the bait and inching closer towards you. As he ran his hand up along the slick wetness of your bare leg, he positioned himself behind you. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, his fingers trailed from the nape of your neck, massaging slowly across your shoulders. You tilted your head back in comfort as he kneaded every knot and pressed every tightened muscle.

“Does this feel good?” He teased.

A pleasing moan escaped your mouth as his hands travelled further down towards the sides of your chest. His heavy, intense breathing against your ear had your body grow weak. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, generously lavishing your skin with wet, desirable kisses. You felt yourself melting and slipping away through the touch of his dexterous fingers. The moment his hands covered your breasts your breath hitched at the back of your throat. The unintentional noise that escaped your lips had him grazing his teeth against your shoulder. His grip tightened upon your flesh as he teased and fondled each breast meticulously.

Suddenly he relinquished you from his clutches, standing up and walking around to the side of the tub. Your body ached madly from the absence of his touch. However his intentions were soon known as he leaned into the bath, placing his arms underneath you and picking you up effortlessly. The splashes of water soaking through his saturated apparel and dampening his luscious locks. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing longingly into his sharp emerald eyes. His lips met yours once again, kissing you deeply and passionately. The slight linger of his tongue leaving a sweet, tantalising aftertaste within your mouth. Your heart raced with desire as you felt his fingers squeeze tighter against your skin.

“I need you.” He whispered.

He carried you into the bedroom, the meshed drapes brushing against your dewy skin as he walked through the arched doorway. Strenuously he pinned you down upon the bed, leaning over you, his gaze completely transfixed. For a moment he held you there, his lengthy bangs shadowing his face.

“Something stopping you?” You asked.

“Not at all. You have my full undivided attention… now… and forever.” He said softly in a low, husky voice.

He was admiring your body, savouring the moment and wanting to worship every inch of you. He took his time, lightly running the tips of his fingers down your stomach while peppering your neck and breasts with slow open mouthed kisses. Your damp, naked skin quivered and trembled. He hummed lowly under his breath as he found it immensely pleasing to watch. It felt like euphoric torture as you became impatient and desperate. You eagerly reached out to touch the prominent bulge within his pants, but he grabbed at your wrist, pinning it back down onto the bed sheets.

“Careful now.” He warned seductively, leaning in towards your ear. “I want to savour every inch of you.”

With that he leaned back, his mouth beginning a trail of fervent kisses down the inner side of your leg. You waited in quiet desperation until his mouth had reached your womanhood. He tightly held onto either side of your hips, pulling your legs apart. With his head nestled between your legs he sucked and licked relentlessly at your sensitive bud. The warmth of his breath and the pressure of his skilled tongue had your lower back arching as you felt the pressure build. He moaned and hummed in approval as you became increasingly wetter. Biting your lip was futile as you wailed noisily out of pure satisfaction. You ran your hands through his hair as you felt the tension rising. The muscles in your lower abdomen tightened, and your body writhed for him. Bucking your hips and clawing at his hair you cried out in euphoric pleasure as your climax reached its sensual peak. For a few seconds more he continued to lick and tease at your entrance, your body shaking from the aftermath of satisfaction and overstimulation.

“Good girl.” He praised, licking his lips. A suggestive smirk widening across his face as he gently ran his fingers over your sensitive skin. “However I’m not finished with you yet.”

…By morning there wasn’t a single part of your body that he hadn’t touched, kissed or utterly devoured.

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naha-division · 2 years

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—{ The most beautiful thing you can wear is confidence }—

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Naoki Hamasaki (a.k.a. Stage Queen) is a stage actor and the third member of Wild Shīnu

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TECHNICAL INFORMATION

Name: Naoki Hamasaki

Kanji: 浜崎直樹

Romanji: Hamasaki Naoki

MC Name: Stage Queen

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Occupation: Stage Actor

Birthday: November 29

Age: 28 (physically look 18)

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 171 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Blood Type: B

FUN FACTS

Dominant Hand: Right

Likes: himself, acting/role-playing, beauty, Saburo’s pretty face, kumiodori (okinawan kabuki), stage

Hates: dirt, insects, bad hair day, babysitting Ryūnosuke & Kyō

Favorite Food: Anything Vegan

Least Favorite Food: Meat

Color: Crimson

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PROFILE

He is a flamboyant stage actor working at the famous theatre “Sunset Hibiscus”.

Naoki possessed a youthful appearance that every women (even men) could not take their eyes off however, he was easily mistaken as a woman often by other teams, still it wouldn’t bother him as long as people consider him beautiful.

He’s quite famous in the theater world for playing woman’s role in various plays. With that, he had a lot of adoring fans that they were captivated by his charms and feminism that one of them treated him like a queen. He likes to see anything that is adorable and beautiful like things, appearance, especially faces like Saburou.

He wasn’t interested on following the new law to rap battle against other divisions for territorial power until he met Ryūnnosuke. It’s not because he wanted to but because his leader dragged him into it without his consent

In the past, he have known Yuki in middle school and both of them have also known Jakurai and Hitoya as their upperclassmen.

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APPEARANCE

Even in his early 30’s, he is very slim and known for his beauty, his smooth skin, and feminine aura. Though he is an adult, it's confusing to tell by his looks if he’s really 18 or not

His hair color is ruby and has long hair, tied into a bun with a metal hair stick on. His bangs are mid-length long and curly covered the side of his face. He has pink eyes and always seen wearing little makeup with red marking over the eyes, dark eyeliner, and occasionally lip balm.

Naoki usually wears reddish-orange kimono with hibiscus flower pattern while holding a fan and his footwear are white socks and wooden sandals on the work days.

Outside of work, he still have his same makeup and usually see him wear fashionably. He wore colorful tie dye robe and black sleeveless turtleneck along with white flare pants that has a large hole from his knees to his legs and white platform heels. He also wore bunch of accessories such as: matinee style gold chain necklaces, different rings on both hands with 2-3 rings on the thumb, middle and pinkie, 2 bangles on his right hand and a single blue & long flower knot tassel earring on his right ear

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RAP ABILITY

Improv (his tactic rap ability allows him to temporarily overwrite the opposing team’s attacks. While he raps, it’ll interchange the mic’s abilities into something different for opponent not to notice)

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ETYMOLOGY

—> Naoki means “straight” (直) (nao) and “cape, spit” (saki/ki)

—> Hamasaki means “beach, sea coast, river bank” (濱) (hama) and “cape” (崎) (saki)

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TRIVIA

Every time he meets people, he always greeted them saying Haisai!~ means “hello” in Okinawa dialect

His family moved to Tokyo while Naoki stayed because he rather want to continue pursuing his career in Naha. Currently he’s living alone at the apartment

Really likes to socialize and see anything that’s beautiful and adorable. Like for example, he couldn’t help to adore Sabura’s cute baby face and also he’s been supporting him like a fan

He can do deep and high pitch voice for his stage play. He like to change either manly voice or feminine voice whenever he wants to

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#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #naoki hamasaki #naha division #wild shīnu

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