#Hot Summer night rp

[lucifersresources]

conan gray // found heaven rp lyrics meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

found heaven.

can we repent this sin?

no soul is innocent.

everybody wants to love.

you walk alone into the darkest night.

you'll never sleep until you're satisfied.

you need love.

you need him.

you'll never get your momma's wedding ring.

father always said you ruined everything.

don't be scared.

you're no demon.

don't be frightened now.

you're in love.

you found heaven.

you're in love, you found heaven.

your heart is breaking.

you never meant to start this holy war.

you're trapped.

don't look back.

never ending song.

i apologise for calling.

too late, all my tears already falling.

our story wasn't stopping.

it goes on and on and on, like a never ending song.

you and i sacrificed my adolescence.

we've grown too close.

i can hear your voice in the music on the radio.

can you make us stay forever?

are we done?

fainted love.

you're losing your mind tonight.

calm down.

don't you get yourself down.

we're nothing.

i'm the worst if you want it.

when your heart aches and it's dead in the night, don't you worry for me.

don't you worry for me.

it's enough to survive.

i want your fainted love.

that's enough.

you take all the pain that you think you deserve.

it's easy to hurt.

say you'll love me for life.

say you'll never leave.

kiss me till i almost believe.

lonely dancers.

join me for the night.

dance with me so we don't cry.

there's no need to hide.

i know the answer.

your lover left you.

my lover's busy kissing other guys.

we're both alone now.

i know the perfect way to waste our time.

forget that guy.

he don't know love.

i hope he dies.

get back up, we'll be alright.

tonight, you're mine.

alley rose.

so much you'd change since you were born.

the way you kissed me, hot and fast, i knew it'd be the last.

don't leave me hanging alone.

where'd you go?

i'm just so nervous dear.

how the hell do you think i feel?

i waited all year at your feet like maybe you'd love me.

maybe you'd love me.

i don't even care if it makes me sound insane.

i thanked god to touch the flame.

i swore necks were made for bruising.

i swore lips were made for lies.

i thought if you'd ever leave me, that i'd be the reason why.

i don't care even if it's just a summer fling.

it's all experimental.

you go back to safer things.

i swore hands were made for fighting.

i swore eyes were made to cry.

you're the first person that i've seen who's proven that might be a lie.

that might be a lie.

the final fight.

i didn't fight the feeling.

i wanted you to see it.

i believed your lies.

i just stood and cried.

i just stood and cried for the lost time.

i just stood and cries for the love that died.

all i wanted was the final fight.

all i needed was to make it right.

there's nothing left to do but finally tell you what you put me through.

made a whole new life.

i came right back after growing.

you're still the same.

though it's me who may be broken, it was you to blame.

it was you to blame.

miss you.

is it wrong to now decide?

you know i'm a wicked man.

i bit the hand that was feeding me.

the fear of love is my tendency.

i never meant to break your heart.

i'll be gone because you love me.

i miss you.

didn't think you would understand after all that i put you through.

i came back only wanting you.

bourgeoisieses

the rich are wrong.

i'm a low-class guy.

the men at war, they draft the poor.

no time to mourn.

i don't need that, i need a maserati.

forever with me.

in this lifetime, we did it wrong.

i guess that you could argue we survived.

after all this time, i wonder why you're still with me.

you're still with me, well, at least in all my memories.

i ain't sorry.

i wouldn't change a thing.

it'll take a lifetime to get better.

i think i'm gonna love you.

i think i'm gonna love you, you're forever with me.

you're forever with me.

you are the reason i learned to love.

you are the reason i learned to love, also, the reason that i cry.

still, i think of all the bloodshed.

i'm even smiling now.

anger does replace the pain.

who am i to blame?

who am i to blame? i broke your heart the same.

i broke your heart the same.

eye of the night.

you're here, you're haunting me.

you're haunting me.

i always feel like i am not alone.

i hear a voice that tells me where to go.

i hear your heartbeat bleeding through the door.

the memories that i cannot ignore.

fight for my life inside a silent war.

boys & girls.

you don't know me.

you wouldn't care if i fell over and died.

he wants ya.

you don't even see me.

she wants ya.

there's no point competing.

nobody cares that you're psychotic.

i don't know much about love.

come find me in the crowd.

killing me.

got the curious feeling you're fiending for love.

we haven't spoken for weeks.

i love you bad.

i love you bad, that's the problem.

better love i deserve.

i'm hurting.

but sadly i worship every moment we meet.

i worship every moment we meet.

you take and you take coz you know you can.

i chase as you're chasing another.

you're killing me.

you're not making it easy.

too busy deceiving and cheating and lying and competing to know how lucky you are.

i just want you.

i just want you to free me.

i can't let go of your heart.

you lie to me.

you lie to me faster and faster, you're such a good actor.

you're such a good actor.

i don't wanna talk, just go away.

you claw at the locks till i let you invade.

i wanna die.

i wanna die but you keep me alive.

fight to survive.

oh love of my life, you're killing me.

winner.

packed my bags at fourteen.

packed my bags at fourteen, i hadn't planned on leaving, but you haven't been back home for days.

i hadn't planned on leaving.

they shudder at your name.

you don't really want to hear the truth, do you?

it's obvious to anyone who ever knew you that all you ever want is to be right.

all you ever want is to be right.

all you ever want is to be right, even if that means you gotta lie to do it.

there's no one who ever has done better at making me feel worse.

now you really are the winner.

there's nothing that ever did quite kill me more than what you did.

take a bow, coz you're the winner.

my heart that once was beating-- bleeding in the palm of your hand.

you have the nerve to miss me.

how do i somehow feel guilty when you're the one who let it get this bad?

you're the one who let it get this bad.

all you ever wanted was to fight.

i was only trying to survive your chaos.

look at how it's paid off.

[demonichikikomori]

Swimming Lessons

Jade Leech x Fem!Reader x Floyd Leech

Word Count (Ao3): 5.6k+

Word Count Tumblr: 2.5k+

Yohooo!! It's me!! ↜(╰ •ω<)╯ψ I have been requested by anon to write some swimming lessons gone wrong!! How naughty!! I hope this is pleasing for everyone to read!! It was lots of fun to write!! Happy, Happy, Summer Time!! <3 <3 <3

Tags: Student x Teacher RP/Praise Kink/Smut/Threesome/Full Content Contains Dark Themes!! Please refer to Ao3 tags as warning!!

Although you were the infamous magicless student of Night Raven College, you weren’t exempt from coach Vargas’ P.E classes. You just did different things. Jogging along the track with Deuce and Jack, being shown how to ride a horse with Riddle’s instruction, and although you couldn’t fly, Epel was eager to put you on the back of his broom and take off. Just so you could enjoy the experience like all the other students did. “Your muscles need all the attention they can get! Even someone like you can get as strong as me!” That’s what Coach Vargas said with a proud flex of his thick biceps. But you didn’t really see the point of getting strong. And this week was all about flight practice, a magic required training. And since you couldn’t attend, Coach Vargas had other plans for you. 

The P.E instructor smiled as he handed over a large brown paper bag, you both stood outside of the mirror leading to Octavinelle. “I asked the Leech twins to help you with your swimming lessons! What better way to learn than from a pair of natural-born swimmers!” He gave you a rough slap on the shoulder, almost knocking you to your knees with a hearty laugh bouncing through the hall of mirrors. Grim was split up from you to see if he could handle making a broom move on his own while you would be taking a dip on this hot summer day. You could hear Grim’s shrill voice complaining already about how you got to enjoy the water while he busts his furry butt trying to get a broom twice his size off the ground. 

“Of course, I’ll be sending you off with a list of tasks to do while you swim and the twins will check them off! You’ll have the finest triceps on campus after this!” He let out another hearty laugh and began ushering you towards the mirror. You felt anxious, similar to a lamb sent to slaughter. You weren’t the strongest swimmer, all you could muster up was a simple doggy paddle to keep your head above the water. Not to mention, you found the twins to be attractive. But of course, you were far too afraid to ever mention your interest in the both of them, and who knows when you’ll get sent back to your own world. “I’ll be back in a few hours to see how you did with the twins! And be honest, I’m scoring them as well on their teaching ability.” He hummed and shoved you through the mirror. 

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The twins towered over you as you stood in the lounge lobby, holding tightly to the bag you were given in your white-knuckled grip. They were so terrifying up close, shrouded in a dim teal light making them look far more intimidating. Forget the crush you had, watching them and admiring from afar was so much better. “Welcome to Octavinelle, we were expecting you.” Jade placed a hand over his heart with a softened grin. “Coach Vargas instructed us to show you the ways of the water. We aren’t exactly the best teachers, so please be gentle.” He teased and you felt your chest tighten with excitement. Maybe swimming with them won’t be too bad. Jade seems very patient, and really all they have to do is keep you from drowning. “Yo, Shrimpy,” Floyd reached out with his gloved hand to tug at the paper bag you were given. As he leaned in, you could smell the faint scent of rainwater... And sage? It was odd to smell something so refined on someone like Floyd. You swallowed as his face was only centimeters away, his mismatched eyes locked with yours and you noticed his left eye beginning to glow. “What’s this supposed to be?” He asked curiously with a sharp toothed grin as you broke eye contact.

Right, swimming lessons.

“O-Oh, ummm…” You trailed off as Jade leaned in as well. The same rainwater scent, but instead of sage there was a much more earthy smell. Like fresh soil and flowers. “I would assume it’s something to change into, however, there’s truly no need for that.” He waved a hand dismissively as you felt blood rush to your face. Floyd could only giggle seeing your skin change color from embarrassment. “Well, we were mostly planning to just get your feet in the water today. But if you’d like a full lesson then so be it.” Jade smiled innocently as you relaxed your grip on the bag. “Thank you for your help today.” You mumbled as the pair seemed amused by your reactions. This is how the Leech brothers were. You piqued their interest, so of course, you’ll be treated similarly to a child's dissection frog. Something for Floyd to pick and pull apart while Jade points out what would be the most fun to rip out. 

Of course, until they both got bored of you.

“Let’s go Shrimpy! I wanna swim with you!” The taller twin cheered and snatched your wrist in his fist. You were led down a winding hall to an unfamiliar dorm room and gently ushered inside by Jade. “Please take your time changing, we’ll wait out here for you to finish.” He offered a small bow as the door was shut behind you and you were allowed to look around. It was neat and tidy to the right, the walls were lined with small terrariums filled with shells and sand and some small glass mushroom sculptures. To the left, it was the polar opposite. Messy, with treats lining the shelves instead of decor, shoes tossed about, and a wrinkled purple shirt sticking out from under the unmade bed. The article of clothing was playfully posed as if it was crawling its way to freedom from the dust bunnies and crumbs that may be hiding in the darkness. You couldn’t help but snort in amusement and shook your head. Seeing a room like this made the twins far less intimidating than you pegged them to be. 

Feeling much more relaxed now, you pulled out the contents of the bag and looked them over. A pair of paper packets with lesson instructions were tucked away, most likely for you to give to Jade and Floyd, and a plain one-piece swimsuit. I didn’t take too long to strip down from your school uniform and into… An unexpectedly tight-fitting, plain one-piece swimsuit. It was jet black, as if you were slathered in Overblot ink, sleek and so form fitting it could be mistaken for a latex bodysuit. It squeezed around the softness of your butt, the curves of your chest, and it rode high on your hips. This was definitely not school appropriate to swim in. Especially during a private lesson with two very intimidating moray eels. You turned to look yourself over, and the small sway of your hips caused the swimwear to rise, slipping between your cheeks and giving you a wedgie. Did the coach even try to get you the correct size?! How little does he think you are?! 

As you fixed the bottom of your swimsuit with a huff, the door was forced open by Floyd, forcing a small scream of surprise out of you. Your hands yanked away and the swimwear snapped against your behind as if it was a playful spank from the tallest twin.  “Booooo…” The taller twin pouted and his hand slipped away from the door. “I was hoping we’d catch ya, too baaad.” He sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as Jade let out a small laugh. He was clearly amused by your shocked expression as you subtly tugged away your wedgie. “What Floyd means to say, is you were taking quite some time. We only wanted to check on you. Just to be sure nothing was wrong.” Jade explained with a smile as he tapped his pointer finger against his chin. Floyd knit his brows with confusion and frowned, looking over at Jade with a frown. “No, it was because I wanted to see Shrimpy nude.” Floyd didn’t care to defend himself, honesty was his best policy. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling unusually exposed to them now as Floyd began eying you up and down. It was clear what his intentions were for the lesson based on his bold statement. “Besides, if Shrimpy plans to wear a swimsuit like that, we might as well skip today’s lesson. I wanna-”

“Now, now, Floyd, enough.” Jade slipped a hand over his brother's mouth with a frown, his other arm wrapped around Floyd’s torso as he took a step into the room, a hand had lifted to reach out and grab you. It was now Jade’s mismatched eyes locking with your’s and he whispered something into the taller twin's ear. It was completely inaudible to you as you struggled to listen, awkwardly standing in the dorm as goosebumps prickled your chilling skin. Floyd’s lips curled into a smile as Jade pulled away with a soft laugh. “Sorry Shrimpyyy, I’ll be on my best behavior. It’s not often we get out of lessons like this.” Floyd apologized with a casual tone as you kneeled to tuck your uniform into the paper bag, grabbing the papers now as you kept your eyes trained on Floyd. They must be up to something if Floyd was reeled in so easily by such a secretive deal. “Right…” You murmured, watching as Jade released Floyd and you placed the bag near the cleanest bed. You’ll be back to change later of course. “We’ll show you to the tank.” Jade purred with Floyd in tow. 

Unfortunately, you were not gifted a towel to cover your spandex clad body as you left the room. You had to stretch your legs to keep up with the twins, keeping an eye out for any wandering eyes as you held the papers over your chest. It felt oddly sadistic, the twins took you through what usually were the busiest parts of their dormitory. Parading your borderline-bare body around as you chased after the Morays disguised in human flesh. Thankfully the areas were devoid of students, everyone attending classes during your private lesson. Were they doing this on purpose? Just to scare you into thinking someone might see? 

It would look suspicious if someone familiar saw you running after the twins in almost nothing, especially with zero context. Jade began to lead you up a flight of marble stairs, his gloved hand resting on the banister as he looked back at you. “It’s just up this way. We’re almost there.” He assured you, yet you felt distrusting of the Eels words. Who knows if the ‘tank’ is actually up there or not? What if they planned to herd you around some more? You silently climbed the steps, keeping your eyes locked on the dark grey blazer on Jade’s body as Floyd followed from behind. To your amazement: there was a small white fuzz near his right shoulder. Something you wouldn’t expect from someone as glued together as Jade. You felt puzzled by the sight, wondering how long it’s been there. And then, a bizarre theory popped into your mind as you straightened up with widened eyes. Your heart began to pick up speed as you wondered: Was Jade nervous about you getting swim lessons from them? So anxious that he didn’t go over his own ironed-out jacket for lint?

Something so small and insignificant made you realize how silly the thought was. Jade is not as perfect as he may seem. Something like having a surprise fuzz, that happens to everyone. 

Your shoulders sagged and you failed to notice Floyd beginning to reach out towards you. You squealed in surprise as Floyd wrapped his arms around your torso, standing on a step below as he pressed his cheek against yours with that horribly sharp-toothed smile. “Excited Shrimpy? You’re so quiet! Are you scared?” He asked, lifting a leg onto the step you stood on as he pressed his weight against your much smaller body. “Let’s play tag when we get in! I’ll be ‘It’ first!” He chirped as you nervously continued up the stairs feeling Floyd’s crotch begin to press up against your butt.

There’s no way this was unintentional.

You shook your head as your face became hot, again, failing to be aware of your surroundings. Jade had slowed down as he led you up the stairs, his movements had gone to that of a snail's pace. You felt drool pool in your mouth you had to swallow back as you felt the rough texture of Floyd’s pants rubbing against you become much more intense. You could feel him beginning to harden as your swimsuit once again rode up your butt. Floyd giggled in your ear as his arms remained tightly around you. “What’s wrong? Are you gonna make it aaaaall the way to the tank Shrimpy? It’s pretty far y’know… Don’t tell me you want to do it right here, right now.” Floyd teased with his voice melting into a deep whisper. His tongue darted out of his mouth to flick over the sensitive shell of your ear. You snapped your teeth down on your tongue to bite back the urge to moan. The way to the top was agonizing as you clutched the papers in your grip, resisting all carnal instincts that begged you to roll your hips into Floyd’s clothed erection. You had to choke back mewls and whines from behind Jade, pretending to be oblivious to his brother's advances on you. Right, Jade is just as bad as Floyd is. “We made it! Shrimpy gets an A for her hard work from Mr. Leech! I didn’t think she’d do such a good job!” Floyd laughed as he released you reaching to tug on your cheek, along with pulling the filthy thoughts from your head.

“Of course, Mr. Leech, climbing the stairs to the tank is no easy feat, I also would like to give the Prefect an ‘A’.” Jade smiled at you and reached out to rub his thumb over the cheek Floyd pinched. “Such a good girl, so diligent.” He cooed as you felt the arousal return. Hearing Jade whisper something so sweet made you throb, with no help from Floyd getting you so worked up on your way up the marble steps. “What do you say when a teacher praises you?”  Jade asked as his gentle smile grew sly and Floyd seemed to lean in to hear your answer. They towered over you and you felt as though any more of this attention could lead to you forgetting all about the swim lesson you were supposed to be having.

“Thank you…” You whispered with your eyes glancing down to your toes as Floyd cupped your face, lifting your head to look at them. Your knees felt weak as you were forced to look up at their starving gazes. “Louder.” Jade instructed sweetly and Floyd giggled. You swallowed and pressed your thighs together, feeling a familiar heat growing more and more intense between your thighs. “Thank you… Mr.  Leech.” You gasped as Floyd let you go, beginning to cackle as Jade slipped the papers from your trembling hands and turned away from you with a content expression.  “We got a student shooting for honor roll, right Jade?”

“Of course, Floyd.”

Full One-Shot has been posted on Ao3!! It's very dark towards the end so please be careful!! The content isn't for everyone!! <3 <3 <3

[cassius-blackwood]

[ Closed RP ]

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Cassius Blackwood, a 5th Year Slytherin student, was seated by himself on a marble bench in the main courtyard, located beneath the grand oak tree. Sitting on the bench next to him was a large frozen coffee, topped with whipped cream, and about a third missing from it. He was focused on the Potions textbook in his lap which was opened to the Amortentia Potion, one ankle propped upon his knee to steady the book. The cool fall breeze stirred the minute and sporadic piles of aureate and crimson leaves; it was a silent reminder of the crisp, snowy days and cozy, hot cocoa nights that were gradually approaching.

He tended to be outside more during the spring and fall months, while the opposite was true for summer and winter time. For the most part, the courtyard was empty; Cass found solace in the quiet moments such as this, silently grateful for the time he could spend alone with his own thoughts outside of the bustle of the castle. As he read off the ingredients needed for the potion, he couldn't help the slight furrow of his brows and the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes. Cassius couldn't help the tinge of annoyance and, perhaps to some degree, the hint of disgust toward such a potion.

Why were they learning about this sort of stuff, anyway? And what good would a love potion be against Voldemort when it all came down to it, whether it was the strongest in the world or not? More importantly... who would WANT it to work on Voldemort?? His nose wrinkled a bit at the last thought, his disgust only growing a bit at the thought.

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In a separate part of Hogwarts, George Weasley accompanied his twin brother, Fred, as they paraded down the corridors with their usual air of mischief. Their Gryffindor robes billowed behind them as they made their way past the library, keeping an eye out for their target...

"I, for one, think it's a brilliant idea, Freddy," he chuckled, his eyes glittering with anticipation and a flicker of satisfaction. George momentarily glimpsed toward his brother, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips. After a brief pause, he leaned in a fraction and went on a bit more theatrically, "Think Filch will finally go mad? Will it be his last breaking point, never to be heard from again?"

Fred shot George a playful sidelong glance, his eyes narrowed in amusement. "Ohh, I think he'll be hopping mad," he responded without missing a beat, "and I'll bet you ten Galleons he'll utter every curse word in the books once he finds her, too. Shame, though - I'd love to see him running for the hills from the infamous Weasley duo." His lips quirked up into a troublesome smirk, his mind already flashing upon what Filch's reaction would be to their antics.

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[azurelyy]

Hey, I read your Kankuro fic and I love it! Could write something NSFW for Yamato (or Genma) x f!reader? Can it be friends to lovers (and if you decide to write or Yamato:Can he have an authority kink? Like captain) Sorry if you don't write for them or the kinks made you uncomfortable. Have a great day ♥️

Ahhhh, tysm! I am so glad you liked it.

I went with Yamato because the idea of the authority kink was just too good not to pass up - I hope you enjoy! 😈 P.S. This turned out... way longer than expected. I am so sorry lol.

Title: O, Captain! My Captain! 🍋

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Yamato x f!reader

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato

You weren’t sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato’s apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend’s front door. 

You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.

You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. 

You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile. 

“I think you forgot your bats at home,” He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.

“Hilarious, Yamato,” You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. “Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?” 

“Yes,” He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. “But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world.” 

You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. “Okay, ready?”

“Yup,” He popped the ‘p’ as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. “On three, okay?” You nodded. “One, two, three!”

You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato’s and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look. 

“You’re supposed to do that first,” He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.

You groaned. “I know that! I got too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve had alcohol.” He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He responded, pouring his own shot. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?” 

You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. “It’s one shot, Yammy. I’ll be fine.” 

He smirked and gave a single nod of his head. “Two shots.”

“Two shots,” You corrected, sticking your tongue at him. “I said it’s been awhile, not forever. I’m getting too old for this shit.” 

“You?” He questioned, gulping down another drink. “I’m thirty-one, I’m definitely too old for this shit.” 

“I forget that you’re that old,” You teased, your throat stinging as you slammed your second shot down. “We’re practically middle-aged!”

He said your name slowly, the sound numbing to your ears. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You’re only twenty-five, don’t sell yourself short.” 

“I’m single and twenty-five,” You groan. “I can feel my eggs dying inside me.”

Yamato’s soft laughter filled the air around the small kitchen and you felt your heart flutter in your chest as you watched his chestnut hair slowly sway around his face, his strong hand covering his fine mouth as his black eyes twinkled in the starlight. You had known him for at least five years now, and in that time, Yamato had carved his way into the “best friend” slot in your heart. 

It was an immediate connection. You liked how he didn’t treat you any differently based on gender. He talked to you in a natural way, making you feel seen in a room where you felt small and inferior. He had a way of getting people to open up to him, his gentle voice lulling you in like a jinx. Recently, you have started to feel… different around him. Where there was once silent comfort, you felt rising tension; where there was once your friend's hand on your arm, there were now sparks sizzling wherever he touched you. 

“Hey,” Yamato put his hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed around lightly. “Are you alright? Maybe you really have had enough.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as your heart began drumming in your chest. You gently shrugged his hand from your shoulder and pulled yourself onto the counter, now directly at eye-level with him.

“I’m fine,” You assured, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap. “Just tired lately. I am glad everyone is growing up and we’re meeting at a club instead of a bar.”

Yamato moved closer to you and stood between your legs, he was only within arms reach but he still felt way too damn close for comfort. You wanted to grab him by the wrist and pull him into you like a riptide; wanted to allow him to wrap you in his muscular arms and never let you go. The room started spinning around you and you placed your head in your hands as you felt Yamato place his hands on your knees, chanting your name with an increasing amount of panic as you hung your head.

His calloused finger gripped under your chin and turned your head to face him, splintering the world around you. You felt his hot breath tickle your lips as he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. His pink lips were moving but you couldn’t hear any sound, could only feel his skin on yours, smell his spicy cologne. You clenched your hands into fists on your thighs in a futile bid at suppressing the tension in the air as he sweetly smiled at you, his face slightly rosy from the alcohol. 

“Maybe I should walk you home?” He asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You glanced into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated, a glint of care twinkling within his soft gaze that made your heart flutter in your chest as you gripped onto your dress for dear life. 

All your friends had been begging you to tell Yamato how you felt, but you couldn’t handle losing him. He meant too much to you; provided you a sense of security you hadn’t felt since childhood. Losing him would not just crush you, it would pull you apart. You would lose a part of yourself without him, so you stayed silent. You continued to be a shadow in the background when he would take other women home instead of you; would listen to him complain about his relationship issues and give him sound advice; would cheer him on through the pain of hearing how “this is the one” before the inevitable crash and burn, when he’d show up on your doorstep with ice cream, saying with his smile “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him, patting his hand that rested on your hip. “No, I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m fine!” You insisted, playfully pushing his face away from yours.

“If you say so…” He brought his face back down, your lips now inches apart, noses brushing against each other. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Yamato trailed his hand down the side of your thigh and rested it on your knee, his other hand still cupping your chin. “You look really pretty tonight,” You watched his Adam’s apple wobble in his throat and you nearly blacked out. “Who are you dressing up for?”

You clenched your thighs together and moved your head back, the cool wood of the cupboard resting against the back of your skull. Yamato’s eyes were like dark pools of oil, twinkling in the pale light of the moon outside the window. His hand sprawled out on your knee, static surging up your leg and into your pussy as you felt arousal soak its way to your walls. 

“Yamato,” Your mouth was drier than a desert as his formed into a tight line. He moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, causing small firecrackers to pop in your chest. The alcohol fogged your mind as he stayed planted in front of you, mouths inches apart. “You’re my best friend.”

He chucked, warm air tickling your nose and mouth as you smelled the slight tang of alcohol on his breath. “You’re my best friend, too.”

You closed your eyes, drinking him in like a potion. “But I don’t want you as a best friend.”

You kept your eyes shut tightly as you felt his hand on your knee twitch, the tips of his fingernails skating across your skin, as he pressed his warm lips onto yours. He was soft with you, like you would shatter upon contact as he leaned his head to the side and deepened the kiss, moving his strong hand from your knee to wrap around your waist.

You gripped onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him closer to you as your tongues swirled around each other, the air around you becoming light and sweet. You moved your hand slowly to his face, cupping his cheek as he let out a soft moan of your name.

The familiar jingle of Yamato’s ringtone jostled you from your fairytale as he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat. You were both panting, hearts banging in your chests, as he gave you a small smirk and checked the caller-ID. He groaned.

“It’s Kakashi…” He looked over at you, his gaze half-lidded and hazy; his lips reddened and glossy.

You laughed as you smoothed out your clothes and hair, gulping down lust. “Y-You should tell him we’ll be there soon.”

Yamato hummed as he flipped the switch on the side of his phone, silencing the tune. He put his phone upside down onto the counter and took a step closer to you, leaning down so your lips brushed together. “I want to stay with you.” You felt a knot form in your stomach as he studied your face, his oil pool eyes burning into your skin and boiling their way down to your lips.

“Do you want to stay with me?” His violin voice pacified your banging heart as you breathed in his cardamom cologne. It reminded you of the color burgundy, a sensually sexy smell that wrapped around your core and drew your face closer to his. You tried to respond but when you opened your mouth, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of it, so you only nodded.

He pulled you off the counter and into his arms, cupping the back of your neck in his athletic hand as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you let your forehead rest on his, a strong grip around your waist anchoring you to him. He licked his lips and looked up at you, his breathing shallow. You kissed his forehead and trailed your mouth down to his jaw, felt the way it tensed beneath your touch as his hold on you tightened. Every muscle in your body felt taut as you crawled your lips back up his face and hovered your mouth over his. You smirked as you pulled back from him gently, his finger circling around the base of your neck as flames coursed their way down your spine.

“Do you really want to know who I dressed up for?” You whispered. You felt his body tense up as he grunted in response. You used the tip of your tongue to lightly trace his cupid’s bow. “I wore this dress hoping you’d take it off.”

You squealed as he pushed down on the base of your neck, your mouths forming to each other like a jigsaw piece as your teeth clicked together. The kiss was no longer gentle; he was ravishing your mouth with his, treating you like a lost treasure trove. The air around you jostled as he sloppily kissed you and you could tell he was taking you somewhere. Your back slammed against the mattress as he sucked on your tongue, your nipples perking up. He trailed his hand from your waist to your thigh as he hiked your dress up, his slender fingers dancing their way up your bare skin like a sacred ritual, tracing each curve of your flesh.

He pushed his knee against your pussy and your body rippled beneath him as he trailed his lips along your jawline, phantoming over your neck. You could feel his heavy breathing against your skin, so hot on your flesh, as he played with the waistline of your panties with his finger.

He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth and you whimpered, gripping his soft hair as you shoved your hips up on his, feeling his erection through his pants. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbled the skin above your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut as heat flushed to your neck, a bruise forming where his teeth met your skin.

“I-” His voice was sinful. “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed the branding mark on your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ghosted his lips over yours as he rubbed his finger over your entrance, the fabric of your panties feeling hot against your skin, a line of sticky arousal coating them. 

“Please,” You couldn’t say anything else as you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand against your pussy, pleading for him to take you. He kissed you hungrily before pulling away, guiding you up with him by your waist. He stroked the outline of your body with his hands, sliding them along every curve, every imperfection; the twinkle lights in his bedroom illuminating him in a dazzling glow, his pale skin shining in the dark. 

“Does this have a zipper, or…” His voice was a full octave lower as he gently twisted you around to examine your clothes, not wanting to ruin your favorite dress. You laughed lightly and guided his hand to the hem of your dress, your lace panties fully exposed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your dress ruffled and haphazardly sprawled around your body. He lifted it off with ease and tossed it to the ground. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you hooked your fingers under his shirt, nails raking across his abs, lifting the fabric up and over his head. 

You both took in the sight of the other’s half-naked bodies in satisfying silence. Your eyes wandered over his bare, broad shoulders; trailed over his lean stomach, his abs rippling from heavy breathing, before landing upon his copper happy trail. You moved closer and hummed as you lightly moved your finger down the trail, stopping at the waistline of his pants. 

Yamato watched your every move like an assassin, focussed on every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your beautiful lips. He had admired your beauty from afar for too long, always too cowardly to admit his feelings to you. To him, you were an enigma; a muse sent from above that had somehow, some way, taken a liking to him. He didn’t know if your interest in him was the work of bored gods or of the universe itself, but he didn’t care - all he knew was that he would have you, for as long as you would allow him the pleasure of being able to orbit around your gravity’s pull, and he would do his best to keep you with him, even if it meant only being your friend. 

He had kept his distance while somehow getting so close to you. He knew every strength and every flaw; he knew your nightmares and your dreams; he knew your coffee order and your dark desires. He knew everything about you, and he loved you. His love for you burned him over and over but he didn’t mind walking through hell if it meant getting to have you in his life.

He watched your innocent eyes trail over his body as he drank you in like the sweetest wine money could buy. He examined your hips, your curved thighs, your soft tummy; the way you bit your bottom lip as your delicate finger left sparks along his midriff. He gripped your wrist and you let out a startled gasp, your eyes twinkling in the lights of his bedroom as you connected your gaze onto his. He felt a garden bloom within his heart as he moved forward and captured your warm lips on his; felt your souls intertwine together as he kissed you passionately, moving his hands to your back and unclasping your bra. It fell to your knees and he moved his way down your face, kissing along every inch of your skin, grabbing the bra and tossing it to the floor, before kissing between your breasts. 

You whimpered his name as he moved his hands up your body and gripped onto your tight nipples, his calloused fingers strangely gentle as he danced around your nubs gracefully, pangs of pleasure shooting throughout your stomach and into your brain with each flutter. He kissed his way to your breast, slowly trailing his hot mouth along each inch of your skin, teasing you.

“Y-Yam-” He rolled his hand to grip your stomach and licked your nipple, your words catching in your throat as you moaned through the sensation. He worked his tongue around your nipple, memorizing it, as he moved his other hand down to your soaked through panties. 

Your brain turned static as he pushed your back to the mattress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear as he slowly moved them down your thighs. He guided your hips up with his free hand, fully removing your panties, and the air became increasingly heavy as you heard his breathing become shallow. You wriggled beneath him and crossed your legs, suddenly embarrassed and trying to cover yourself, as Yamato clicked his tongue and aggressively pulled your legs apart.

“Don’t cover up,” He commanded. You felt your pussy quiver as you glanced up at him through your hair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“N-No,” You responded smally, twisting your arms over your body to hide from him. His toned and lean body was so picture-esque, he made you feel inferior by simply existing in his looming presence. Now that you were getting so intimate, your friend was suddenly intimidating to you; features that were once sweet Yamato were suddenly sensual Yamato, where his eyes were once harmonious they were now hungry. Every inch of your body yearned for him, but he was just so… sexy. You cast your gaze away from him and looked to the ceiling, trying your best to disappear into the bed.

“I’m sorry,” You scoffed, bringing your arm up and over your forehead. “I don’t know what came over me.” You felt hot tears welling in your eyes as you shut them tightly, your heartbeat surely audible in the quiet of the night. Yamato shifted above you as you heard rusting fabric and a small “ow”, before he laid next to you and cradled you to him like a small child. His legs wrapped around yours and you realized he had taken his pants off and you gulped down a ball of anxiety as you twisted in his embrace to face him fully.

“I want you,” He stated. His voice was raw and quivering. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.” He kissed you gently and you felt your body tense up. “But if it’s too much, we can just lay here tonight.” 

He traced the outline of your jaw and you felt something deep within you snap as you grabbed his hand and moved it down your body to your heat. You maneuvered his finger between your walls as you coated him with your arousal. Yamato groaned hoarsely and pushed another finger into you, twisting himself upwards and immediately hitting against your G-spot. 

“So wet,” He groaned, his chest heaving heavily as he kissed you deeply, his free hand circling between your shoulder blades.

Stars formed in your vision as your head fell forward and you moaned his name into his neck, your nails digging into his hip. He kissed the top of your head and you bit down on his collarbone as his thumb swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening harshly as you heard your name being husked, his voice breaking with each push of his slender fingers.

Your free hand found his dick and you wrapped your hand around it, coating yourself with his sweet pre-cum. He breathed out a praise as you grazed your fingertip over his slit and started matching his rhythm, each thrust of his fingers bringing out the raw nature of lust from within you as you ravished his cock in your hand. He was so big, it was hard for you to fully wrap your hand around him, but his gentle praises and heavy breathing were all the encouragement you needed. He grunted out your name as your pace increased, his finger movements becoming less deft, as you felt more pre-cum stick to your hand. 

“Fuck. Ya-Yamato, I’m-” 

“Captain.” He insisted, his thumb pressing into your clit harshly as his bedroom started twisting around you. “That’s Captain to you.” 

“Y-Yes, Captain,” You cooed as you felt his dick twitch in your hand, the coil inside your stomach finally springing. 

He twisted his free arm out from under you and pulled your hand away from him just as your orgasm exploded within you, pure white bliss enveloped your vision as Yamato sucked on your earlobe and continued circling his thumb over your clit. Your body rippled as you listened to his muffled chants, blood rushing to your ears and you felt like your body had lifted off the ground. That’s my girl - felt good, right? - you sound so fucking hot when you come.

He moved his head down your neck and kissed it, paying extra attention to your throbbing bruise he formed earlier, as he wrapped you in his arms and rolled on top of you. His fingers twisted throughout your hair, your rhinestones all askew as he fiddled with each glistening gem individually, kissing his way to your mouth. 

“Wanna fuck you,” He husked between gentle pecks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Fuck me, Captain,” You pleaded. “I’m-” He gripped your hands in one of his and brought them above your head, trapping them. “I’m on the pill.” 

Yamato smirked down at you as he ghosted his dick over your entrance. You could feel the heat of him course its way inside of you and shoot straight to your soul, melting you from the inside out as he bit his lower lip knowingly. 

“Will you- fuck-” Yamato pushed his head inside of you, slowly stretching out your walls, his girth shutting off your brain. “Feels good.” You murmured.

“Tell me what you want,” He groaned, slowly inching himself deeper. “I-I’m gonna fuck you hard. Say it while you can.”

Your heart nearly erupted in your chest as he increased the pressure in you, the power of his words almost spiraling another release from you. God, you wanted him to rail you. “C-Come in me,” You moaned as he pushed his full length into you and tightened his grip on your hands. “But…” You tongue peeked out from behind your lips at the pleasure of his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out. “Pretend like it was an accident.”

“Got it,” He gruffed. He pulled out of you slowly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with anticipation before he pushed into you, hard, rolling his mouth over yours as he fucked you. His dick was deep inside you, the curve of his tip twisting up into you like a tree growing roots as he rammed into you. Your mind was a blank canvas as you grunted out nonsense, each thrust turning your mind dumber until you could only think of him. 

Heavy breathing and thundering hearts bounced around the walls of his room as he licked the shell of your ear, the scent of sex lingering in the air as he bottomed out inside of you, his hot body cocooning you to him. You twisted your wrists in his tight hold, desperate to grab onto him, but he only increased the pressure of his hand over yours as he dick filled you to the brim. Your nose furrowed and sweat dripped down between your eyebrows as he rammed into you, wet squelching with each thrust echoing through his bedroom.

A chanting chorus of Captains and Feels so goods were like rain to his ears as he breathed heavily into the shell of your ear, increasing his pace as primal instinct took over. His cock felt like a tree as he planted himself inside you, wanting to coat your walls with his seed and forever be rooted within you. Your cries of pleasure melded together into a beautiful sonnet of ecstasy as he released your wrists and cupped his hand around your throat. Your mewls were the greatest gift he had ever received as your fingers intertwined into his hair, the tip of your cute nose pushing against his hair trying to signal for him to kiss you.

“You’re perfect,” He growled as he ghosted his lips over yours. You could feel the waves of lust ripple through your body as he nibbled your bottom lip. “I- fuck.” 

Your walls tightened around him as you pushed your hips upwards, thrusting him even deeper inside you until you morphed together into one being; your heart completely full as his warm lips brushed against yours. You twisted your legs around his calves, his grip around your throat tightening as he kissed you with ferocity, allowing your tongue to swirl around his as your body trembled from the power of another orgasm erupting throughout your soul. You felt your essence drip from you and slick its way along your thighs as he groaned into your mouth, a sensual sound that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Captain, p-please remember to pull out,” You lied, kissing him deeply as his cock trembled inside you. His lips ghosted over yours as he looked at you with appraising, half-lidded eyes. He bit his lower lip and his eyelashes fluttered shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he slowly toppled over the edge. 

Yamato repeated your name between curses as he spilled himself inside you, painting your pussy white as he feigned dismay. “I’m sorry - you felt so good. Couldn’t pull out.” He kissed you harshly as hot liquid pooled out of you and onto the bed sheets, his breathing ragged and gravelly, his hands trembling, as he continued to whisper apologies against your teeth.

“Shit,” You breathed. “What am I gonna tell my parents?” His head fell to the crook of your neck and he smiled against your skin as your heart rate slowed down to a normal pace.

“What am I gonna tell Sensei?” He joked, kissing your collarbone as he interlocked his fingers with yours. Light laughter filled the room as you came down from your highs. Yamato pulled himself out of you and rolled to the side, spooning you to him as he peppered your hair with kisses. 

Your phone started ringing from the kitchen and you felt Yamato’s body slip away from you, a gentle “I’ll get it” as he sauntered out of the room. He returned moments later with a bemused grin plastered on his face, sitting down next to you on the bed as he faced the Caller-ID towards you: Kakashi. You motioned with your hand for him to answer it and snickered like a school bully when his eyes widened and a look of horror flashed across his face. He shook his head vigorously and flailed his arms around as you reached for the phone, but ultimately he caved, allowing you to grab the phone. You tapped the answer button breathlessly as you ran your free hand along Yamato’s muscular forearm.

“Hi Kakashi,” You said, hitting the speaker button and grinning up at Yamato. His face was a beautiful shade of deep red, his hair disheveled and wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as the awkward silence over the phone sunk in and you felt your heart pitter-patter as Yamato kissed your jaw.

“Hi there,” Kakashi’s words slurred together lightly and you could practically smell the alcohol through the receiver. “Yamato hasn’t been answering. Are you two…” You heard faint giggling in the background and swatting, small ‘shut up’s, and then a cleared throat. “Sorry. Are you two together?”

Yamato nodded his head lightly as he trailed his hot mouth across your cheek, planting a kiss to your nose; his way of giving you permission. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you cleared your throat. 

“Yes,” Your voice quivered and you heard gasps from the other end of the receiver. 

“Will you guys leave us alone?” Yamato chided. “We’re busy.”

More shouts of ‘I knew it’s and pleas of ‘Let me talk!'s were heard before Kakashi’s docile tone responded, “Uh-huh.”

“We’ll have to raincheck,” You stated thickly as Yamato’s strong hand fondled your chest. “I-I’ve gotta go.” 

You heard Kakashi start to protest as Yamato ended the call and placed your phone onto the nightstand, a knowing smile growing across his gorgeous face, before he leaned in and kissed you lovingly. 

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[dujour13]

hc + 🌇 and hc + 🗡 for Sia

Thank you! 💕

🌇 headcanon about morning or evening rituals

A morning ritual this time (evening ritual answered here). When he has the leisure time, so not often during the Crusade, Sia is a breakfast in bed guy. He loves to be treated but he’ll also treat if he wakes up at a reasonable time. His favorites are fresh fruit, croissants and piping hot tea or espresso with milk and honey. Very continental. He doesn’t care about croissant crumbs in the bedsheets until they become a nuisance the next night and then he’ll just sweep them onto the floor. Come to think of it, this is probably the only feeding his azata jerboa, Bean, regularly receives. (Don’t worry, Bean’s good at fending for themselves.)

🗡 a weapon-themed headcanon

In the school he went to in Almas they had basic survival and weapon training camp each year in summer and winter. He loved those trips, but not so much for the weapons training. He’s a fair shot with a crossbow in a pinch but in melee he’s better at dodging than hitting anything. (I gave him Blood Boiler in game but he’s useless in melee even at higher levels and even if I boost his str past what I feel makes sense rp-wise. I was playing pwotr today and just. sigh. stay out of melee sweetie. = me mad at him for my own lack of skill)

He would say his weapon is his charm.

After ascension he wields a holy prismatic scimitar called Liberation but it’s mostly for show.

[duskterrace]

local ghost spotted posting intro five days late, anomaly muns claim. many express shock over ghost's sudden appearance. ✩ ( let's pretend this is introduction is actually on time and i wasn't panicked about how little i had ready lmao)

sorry for the super late introduction guys and thank you admins for being so understanding with me and my sweet summer child ! hi everyone ! ✩ im ghost ( they/them, 21+, est ) sleepy and back from the afterlife to offer up seo jinsol, your local 23 year old disaster astronomy major with the ability to manipulate the presence of yin and yang within themselves ! i've been so excited for this rp, and i honestly cant wait to start plotting with everyone. everything you could possibly need on jinsol is below, along with some headcanons and wanted plots! my discords available for anyone who needs it ( and pls need it tumblrs ims will be the death of me ). pls send a dm or leave a like if you'd like to plot so i can race over and gush over your muse(s) !

ㅤ STATS   |  ABILITY   | BIO (U/C)   |  PLOTS | PINTEREST  | PLAYLIST

✩ BASIC INFORMATION.

name seo jinsol  ╱ age twenty3 ╱ pronouns he/they/she ╱ gender possibly ╱ birthday december 13, 1999 ╱ birthchart sagittarius sun aquarius moon leo rising ╱ hometown hongdae, seoul ╱ orientation bisexual, androsexual lean  ╱ personality outgoing, playful, confident, thrill-seeking, sarcastic, impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, curious ╱ faceclaim choi san ( ateez ) & hwang yeji ( itzy ) ╱ character inspo post ponytail zuko & sokka ( atla ), jordan li ( gen v ), beast boy & starfire ( dc titans )

✩ HEADCANONS. tw: far too many avatar the last airbender references.

raised with manners, so they're very respectful. especially of their elders and women. they don't eat first when elders are present, they offer assistance with tasks ( normally being the first to jump to help someone ), they tend to offer to listen to someones worries, etc.

since their power is based on internal balance an yin and yang, they can be found doing a lot of activities around campus to clear their mind from time to time. ranging from yoga in the morning, to sketching, jogging, endurance workouts, forcing themself to relax, and burning incense. think uncle iroh but as a modern day, 23 year old college student. when their energy ( chi ) isn't balanced, they experience disharmony, a very tiring process that causes the typical results of disharmony except ... personified. so gender switching to female, being depressed, stressed and anxious with tummy issues ( normal hot girl sh*t imo ) all at the same time and against their will etc.

contrary to how i explain them, they are not as calm, collected nor as wise as uncle iroh. they more so have the personality of zuko, around when he started being hot and also sokka. so sarcastic, awkward, still a hot head, playfully, clumsy, and always cracking a joke or two. the vibes of a beloved leader that probably shouldn’t be leading.

they're wanderlust coded. i have this weird headcanon of them, where its a day off and they just turn off their phone at night and go for a walk in the city and just exist, looking at the city lights, sitting and looking at the river, grabbing ice cream even though its cold out side and then eventually heading back to the dorms as if they didn't just disappear for a few hours without a word. they definitely do this often too, while eating some cheap buy buy one get one snack they bought at the a convenience store.

despite how they may act sometimes, they love skinship; on that note, physical touch & quality time are their love languages.

silly but their side of the dorm follows the rules of feng shui and they’d probably playfully nag their roommate ( or any friend really ) to let them just to rearrange one of their things so their stuff fits in the room a little better.

following the ( TW ) death of their grandmother, they fell into the deepest depression and stopped wearing the patch for a while, ( no longer than a month ). the extremely negative emotions they faced kept them female the entire time, but soon enough they caught feelings for someone. feeling happier, they started the went back on the patch again. in the crudest tldr; they got their heart broken pretty badly. they decided to go off of the nullivi patch one last time after falling head over heels for a normal person. the showed them their ability, and just to be completely truthful about who they were, they shifted. it backfired pretty quickly and they were shunned, shamed and rejected. this is one incident they still struggle with letting go, and it currently affects how they view / form relationships.

they don't hate nullivi but they don't like it either. it messes with their internal balance which can make it tough to use their powers later and requires a pretty strict regimen when off of nullivi to balance their energies again.

They actively seek connections. They’d give anything to connect and have someone understand them, deeply and intrinsically without feeling like they’re being judged for who they are. They want to be able to open up and have someone see them for them; for whats really the inside and not just whats the outside, no matter what form they may take.

* more coming soon, only one braincell is on shift tonight .

✩ WANTEDPLOTS. *more plots en route.

CRUSH : it starts with those shy glances across the room and before they know it , all of a sudden all of the songs they listen to were about your muse. for some reason, your muse has caught jinsol's eye. your muse gives them butterflies, hope even, but they don't call it a crush for nothing. ( possible routes: unrequited & requited ) SPRING FLING : what you had was quick and fun, and meaningless. in the end, there was a clear agreement from both sides that it was no strings attached, hence a clean break was expected. so why does it feel weird watching you walk by them without a word? and why does it sting to see you with someone else? THE DREADED GROUP PROJECT : lets be real, no one in this group ever really liked each other. Since the start of the semester they've kept a pretty good distance from each other, but despite their best efforts, this year they share a class and even worse they've been partnered together for a group project. their final grade is literally dependent on them working together and fast. will they do suck it up long enough to pass ? ( 0 / 2 ) A RIVAL : no need for formalities here. this is someone they just can't seem to see eye to eye with. your muse is someone who sees their presence as a threat and/or vice versa. it could be a friendly rivalry, or a genuine grudge filled feud. whatever it is, bring on the angst ! ( * would be great for rival muses in other rally houses )  TRAINER:  someone they can honestly throw down with. as a member of samjoko, they're constantly trying to find new ways to use their abilities to their advantage. whether its through regular hand to hand combat or testing the limits of their powers, they crave the power to propel samjoko's reputation further and feel like its their sole responsibility to harness said power. EX: a recent ex that broke them / or / the person they broke . the first person they sorta came out to about everything. their playlist has to be full of sad-ish songs for a reason right? this person is the reason, the reason for their glow up in public, and glow down in private. the break up could've been they're fault, could've been the other persons. all they know is... they hate that they still think about your muse as often as they do.  OTHERS : fellow members of samjoko, other residents in blue dorm, the usual fwb/ewb, enemies, childhood friend, friend groups, acquaintances, roommate etc connections. maybe people in the same major/classes, or another club of some kind?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo you wish to make a connection?        ▶︎ YES.ㅤㅤㅤ NO.

[auburniivenus]

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

your name: kurosaki ichigo

Romantic or platonic?: romantic, obviously

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: an activity! let's go get donuts, we can try one of each flavor

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: chocolate covered strawberries!! ... and no, that doesn't mean I'm gonna cover myself in chocolate, i-- nevermind.

What's your perfect date?: anywhere and anything is fine as long as I'm with you. *careless whisper starts playing* err, anyways, in all seriousness now, I like getting to know new places, especially ones where we can get yummy food. but just staying home is also okay, movie nights are great.

Would you cook for me?: yes 🧡

Would you let me cook for you?: ... you already do so much for me, let me handle the cooking, yeah?

Can we make-out?: i mean, if you wanna, I'm definitely not gonna say no.

Make out in private or in public?: in private, I'm not an exhibitionist

Do you like to cuddle?: I sure do

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: blankets

Couch or bed?: bed ;)

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: reading, playing games and worshipping you 😘

Tell me something about you no else knows: i can be very affectionate when i want to

Why do you want to be my valentine?: because you're hot, I'm hot, and together we can be the hottest couple around 😎

What makes you a good Valentine?: I will respect and support you in your choices always. and i will also take care of you and protect you at all times. 🧡🧡🧡

Upon   the   silken   fabric   of   her   countenance,   a   smile   erupts   with   the   succulent   grace   of   a   cherry   blossom   embracing   the   first   kiss   of   spring's   caress.   It   is   a   smile   that   seems   to   have   been   manufactured   from   the   very   essence   of   joy,   delicate   yet   unyielding   in   its   splendor.   Her   laughter,   a   chorus   of   mirth,   is   the   unwarranted   gift   presented   upon   her,   as   unplanned   and   enchanting   as   a   summer   rain   serenading   the   parched   earth.   Those   twin   pools   of   molten   caramel   shimmer   with   the   richness   and   warmth   of   a   thousand   autumnal   sunsets   as   they   dance   across   his   words   with   the   diligence   of   a   devoted   scholar   poring   over   ancient,   forbidden   texts.

Each   syllable   he   pens   is   a   precious   stone   in   the   assemblage   of   their   shared   moments,   and   the   activity   he   proposes—a   whimsical   dalliance   with   doughnuts—ignites   the   embers   of   her   smile,   transforming   it   into   a   blazing   beacon   of   pure,   unadulterated   delight.   Orihime's   heart   harbors   an   adoration   for   these   ringed   confections,   a   love   as   round   and   endless   as   the   treats   themselves.

"I   think   it's   a   lovely   idea   to   have   you   enrobed   in   chocolate—a   tempting   dessert   indeed."   She   muses,   her   voice   conveying   a   cascade   of   notes,   light   and   teasing.   A   coy   giggle,   like   the   tinkling   of   crystal   in   a   gentle   breeze,   escapes   her   lips.   "Perhaps   one   day   we   might   venture   beyond   the   borders   of   our   beloved   Japan?"   Ventures,   her   suggestion   hanging   in   the   air,   her   hues   ablaze   with   the   fire   of   wanderlust,   mirroring   his   own   thirst   for   discovery   as   if   it   were   a   reflection   of   her   very   soul.

"One   less   point   for   not   allowing   me   the   honor   of   cooking   for   you." Jests,   her   words   wrapped   in   a   playful   chide,   a   dance   of   light   and   shadow   playing   across   the   canvas   of   her   features.   For   Inoue,   cooking   is   not   merely   an   act   but   a   ritual,   a   sacred   ballet   of   flavors   and   aromas.   Yet,   this   minor   discord   does   little   to   mar   the   symphony   of   their   connection.   "You   are   very   kind,   but   there   is   no   need   for   adoration.   I   am   no   goddess."   Declares   with   a   humility   that   only   serves   to   heighten   her   innate   grace.   Delicately,   with   the   care   of   an   artist   adding   the   final   touch   to   a   masterpiece,   she   affixes   a   stamp   to   his   paper,   a   seal   imbued   with   the   essence   of   her   affection.

[sarifinasnightmare]

The Legend

August 5-11: Alternate Universe

Rating: Everyone

Pairing: Sarah x Bucky

Author's Note: Inspired off a very old AU RP I did with a friend.

Summary: Bucky and Peter go for Greece for the summer and have a run in with a local and a legend.

“You know Peter when I imagined this trip to Greece, I was imagining clear blue waters, ice cold beer and delicious Greek food. Not climbing all over the mountains and cliffsides looking for a local legend on a hot July day!” Bucky complained.

Eighteen-year-old Peter climbed down the rocky mountainside with the enthusiasm that came with his age. “We can do all that later. Come on Bucky we’re in Greece! Ancient history is all over this place! And I want to see this statue.”

Bucky sighed, following after his friend’s nephew. May Parker was a sweetheart of a neighbor who begged him to go with Peter to vacation in Greece when she sadly twisted her ankle before their trip. There was no way she could do all the walking and climbing that was involved, so Bucky gallantly agreed.

“What’s so interesting about this statue?” He asked as they continued wandering down.

“So apparently, it’s a statue of a maiden or a nymph or something that’s dedicated to Aphrodite I think. It’s said that she disappears in the night and reappears in the morning.” Peter said breathlessly.

“And that’s it?”

“No! Well, yes, but the legend is during World War II she came to life and rescued all the children during a battle and that’s why the locals are reluctant to share her location.”

“So how do we know we’re going in the right direction?”

“Because one of the kids pointed it out to me.”

“So we’re going to see a statue that the locals are secretive about using the directions given to you by a kid?” Bucky groaned. “Peter, we’re going to piss off the locals!”

“No we’re not! I just want to see it. I’m not going to do something stupid like write my name on it or something.” Peter assured, then pointed to something. “Look! Facing the beach! There’s a cave over there!”

They made their way over, careful about rockslides until they reached the mouth of a small cave. It was a little dark so they got their headlamps and walked inside. They didn’t have to go in too far before they found the legendary maiden.

She stood on a small pedestal that had something written on it. Tall and in Grecian style dress she looked like any other statue created from ancient times.

“Oh wow, she looks well taken care of. She practically looks brand new.” Peter said, checking her out.

Bucky studied the maiden, at first not thinking much of her, but the longer he looked the more he realized how exquisitely detailed she was, as if the sculptor poured himself into making the most life like looking statue possible. “Is she really ancient? I mean it’s a beautiful piece. Why would anyone stick her in this little place?”

“Beats me. How soon until sunset?” Peter asked as he studied the words on the pedestal.

“Not long. You want to wait and see if she disappears?”

“Yeah why not?”

“I’m hungry Peter. I don’t want to wait around and nothing happens.” Bucky complained. “Let’s just take a picture and go back to our hotel before the locals chase us out of here.”

“Come on Bucky! Please? Just until the sun goes down!!” The teen pleaded.

“Peter-”

“I’ll buy you dinner…and a drink! My treat.”

He dropped his chin with a groan. “Fine, but I’m waiting outside. You can stay here with her.”

“Okay!”

So Bucky stepped out and sat himself down on a nearby boulder with a small groan. He dug through his backpack and luckily found a granola to snack on. He took in the view of the beach below and watched the sun slowly descend.

“Hey! Hey!”

He turned and stood up as an older man waving a rifle came toward them. “Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Sygnómi, I’m just a stupid American.” He lifted his hands. “Don’t shoot.”

“You not allowed!” the man said in a rough accent. “Go! Go home!”

“Ναί” He agreed and looked over to the cave. “Peter! Get your butt out here before I charge you for the bullet holes this guy’s about to put in me!”

The man looked horrified. “More?? More?! He get out! NOW! I shoot!” He fired a round in the air.

Bucky cursed. “Peter, he means business!”

A soft sound like gentle crumbling of stones echoed and suddenly Peter was shouting.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!!”

Both men suddenly take off to the cave and Peter comes running out, his face white.

“Peter! What happened, are you okay??” Bucky grasped the teen who was heaving.

“It got dark and she moved….SHE MOVED!! She was peeling out of the statue like a…like a snake!”

“What??” Bucky couldn’t believe it.

A cocking of the rifle got their attention again. The man had them pinned. “You see her. You die.”

“No, no, no,” Bucky put himself in front of Peter. “He’s just a kid. Νέος! He doesn’t know better!”

“I’m sorry!” Peter said desperately.

Suddenly a hand rested on Bucky’s chest, startling him. A beautiful woman with skin like bronze and deep brown eyes smiled faintly at him before standing between him and the gunman.

“Αρκετά! Δεν θα ανεχτώ να βλάψει ένα παιδί. Ξέρεις αυτόν τον Linus.” She ordered. (Enough! I will not tolerate a child being harmed. You know that Linus.”)

He hesitated, nervous. “Είναι Αμερικανοί! Δεν θα κρατήσουν το στόμα τους κλειστό!” (They’re Americans! They won’t keep their mouths shut!)

“Αμερικανοί?” She turned to them. “English?”

“Yeah?” Bucky replied confused at who she was and why she was helping them. She was enchanting though, looking something out of a myth with gold and silver threaded into her hair and her black chiton. 

“I have been practicing speaking English.” She said with soft accent. “He says that you will talk about my home. So, he must shoot you.”

“Tell him that I promise that we will be happy to never come here again. We won’t speak about your home.” Bucky replied.

She turned back to the man called Linus and they had a heated discussion.

“She’s the statue.” Peter murmured in Bucky’s ear. “She moved!”

“Peter, swear to God, this woman is trying to help us. Don’t antagonize her!” He hissed.

“Okay…sorry.” He muttered.

After a moment the beautiful woman turned back to them with a warm smile. “He has agreed not to kill you, but he says you come back home with him. Come, I go with you.”

That was slightly reassuring. “We would rather just leave and forget this ever happened.”

A slightly sad expression touched her features. “You wish to forget me?”

No, no he didn’t want to forget her. In fact, he didn’t think he could. “I didn’t say that.” Bucky said softly.

She smiled kindly and offered her hand. “Come, it is safe. I promise.”

What he ought to do was tackle the man down, wrest the gun from him and run away with Peter as fast as they could. Instead, he felt compelled to take this beautiful woman’s hand in his and follow her lead.

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Free RP Idea

Please feel free to use this in whatever way you want. It's an idea I came up with a long time ago and haven't been able to use. Feel free to message me and share what ideas or concepts you came up with from using this I would love to see it!!

General Overview: ​​This all started at the beginning with 6 basic things: Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, Light and Dark. They were seen as Gods, called upon in times of need and giving back to the creatures they created. Sadly as time went on they were betrayed by their own creation and banished by a group who deemed them too powerful. Years later they are reincarnated, and are brought together in modern times to choose vengeance or peace. Will they learn to live amongst the beings they created or decide to destroy and rebuild a world where they can never be tested again. 

Characters:

FIRE Birthday: Summer Personality: Hot-headed, Stubborn, Protective Powers: Pyrokinesis, Atmokinesis,  Thremokinesis,  Melting, Fire Breath ICE Birthday: Winter Personality: Bold, Cold, Harsh Powers: Cryokinesis/Frigokinesis, Atmokinesis, Manipulation, Ice Generation, Freezing Earth Birthday: Spring Personality: Loving, Carefree, Unpredictable Powers: Geokinesis, Atmokinesis, Terrakinesis, Golem Creation - 2 at a time, Ferrokinesis

WATER Birthday: Spring Personality: Compassionate, Intelligent, Calm Powers: Hydrokinesis, Atmokinesis, Dehydration, Water Generation, Healing Air Birthday: Fall Personality: Easy Going, Compassionate, Adventurous Powers: Aerokinesis/Flying/Levitation, Atmokinesis, Wind Generation, Deoxygenation, Lung Adaptation Light Birthday: Spring Equinox Personality: Kind, Judgmental & Naive Powers: Photokinesis/Invisibility/Projective Invisibility, Light Generation, Photoportation, Forcefeild Generation

DarkBirthday: Spring Equinox Personality: Abrasive, Manipulative, Honest Powers: Umbrakinesis, Night Vision, Darkness Mimicry, Light Absorption

Ideas:

A false Idol tricked the first humans and made them doubt the original Gods and gave them the tools to bind/destroy them for the time being.

Outcome: The false Idol takes over in the Gods place and the once immortal humans start to die and all bad things come from this

A human from the secret society found out that the God’s were not just a belief, but actually true beings and wanted to become like them. He found a way to not only destroy the old Gods but take up their place 

Before the first humans, The God’s created other deities and tasked them with dealing with minor things while the six focused on keeping the universe in line. These deities banned together and overthrew the Gods so that they could take their spot.

General Info/Planning:

Modern day British Columbia (Canada)

Aged 20

“Universe” draw to one another

Starting off as strangers but once powers are found they’re drawn together

Light and dark separated at birth

Drawn together by a mysterious invitations that simply has an address and code on the back 

When the Invitations get to the Gods they react to their specific elements and that is how the society learns who they are.

Invitations are being sent out by a secret society who are devoted to them and have spent centuries trying to bring them back to life 

The Gods are only able to be reincarnated every 99 years (999 being the number for rebirth)

Secret society devoted to the Gods is generational and their stories have been passed down in order to prepare the next generation to be of assistance in returning their memories of their past lives.

Social event: New Years eve/Day

[adopocalype]

It was a sunny day in Dreamland, and everyone had a gun. Swearing, violence, furries, several outdated memes, this fic has it all! Join out motley crew as they fight to stop the werewolf apocalypse. Inspired almost entirely by the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator.

I first started this all the way back in January of 2019 and I don't believe it'll ever be fully done. A bit of a shame, there would have been a scene where Void Termina breaks all of Nightmare's bones, a full on war between all of the characters that would have become werwolves and those who didn't, with a few neutral parties (namely 02) just attacking everything they see, and of course, it would have ended with the surviving cast all taking a trip to Hot Topic together.

But this first chapter's actually been done for a while and I though now might as well be a good a time as ever to finally upload it. With all that said, here it is-

The Edgiest Kirby fic Ever Made chapter 1: This might be the only chapter

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It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon in one of the less populated corners of Dreamland, and a Tac had found a gun and was on a murderous rampage. Birdons and scarfys fleeing in terror as the Tac fired wildly. A Sir Kibble got hit and died, bleeding blood that was made out of blood.

Soon, Tac had killed everyone. But apparently not everyone, as a certain pumpkin wearing a top hat shot him in the back with a gun of his own. Squashini said nothing and left with a swish of his cape, justice having been served.

From the distant shadows at the edge of the woods, Poppy Bro Sr. watched ominously. Poppy Bro Jr. and Boomer exchanged glances tiredly, knowing that dad was in the middle of another one of his evil schemes, and they both decided to not get involved, heading off to the arcade.

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Later that night in Cappy Town, Chef Kawasaki was putting pineapple on pizza for Mr. Frosty.

"Gosh, no one ever told me you could put fruit on a pizza before!" said Kawasaki, whom had had this forbidden knowledge intentionally restricted from him previously, but apparently Mr. Frosty hadn't gotten the memo on that.

"I wonder what else I could put on a pizza," he pondered, and left to go find ingredients.

Eventually he found himself in a dark and ominous alleyway, harvesting some mushrooms, that may or may not have been edible, from under a dumpster. He pulled one out and got up gleefully, not noticing a pair of glowing red eyes behind him.

"Hey, guy," greeted the shadowy figure the eyes belonged to, "Word on the street is that you're a furry."

Kawasaki turned around, smiling obliviously as always, "Why, yes I am. You wanna RP or something?"

"…Not exactly. How'd you like to be a sharp-toothed, hairy beast for real?" the ominous person offered ominously.

Kawasaki looked a little downtrodden "Oh, sorry but I can't afford to buy a fursuit right now with my current profit intake. I've been thinking of setting up a patreon for myself, but I would need people who actually like the things that I produced for that to work…"

The shadowy stranger, who was very obviously the villain of this fanfiction, was getting tired of this orange, potato-shaped man's talking.

"You know what? Forget this, I'm just gonna skip to the part where I turn you into a werewolf like me. BWAHAHAHAHAA!" He laughed, showing off his fangs.

"Werewolf? Wait! No! But my fursona is a cat! Oh, this is what I get for not doing my homework! WAAAAGH!!" Kawasaki wailed as the shadowy figure pounced on him.

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The next day, Adeleine (who is a human) was wandering around one of the many fields of solidified clouds that are scattered across the mid-atmosphere of Popstar, as one does when they are an Adeleine. As she was walking, she was suddenly struck with a craving for breadsticks.

"I'm going to McDonal- I mean Kawasaki's, do you want anything?!" she shouted to anyone who might be in the area.

"Hamburger," Taranza answered, then went back to crying.

"Hamburger," Kracko said, materializing out of clouds behind her.

"HAMBURGER," came the near-unison response of the various fifty or so waddle dees, bronto burts, birdons, and whatever else was up there.

Adeline pointed finger guns at everyone and flopped backwards through the layer of clouds, falling down to Dreamland at an incredible speed. She landed face down with a loud thump next to Mr. Frosty, who was still waiting for his pizza. She got up and dusted herself off.

"Boy, it's been a lot easier getting back down here ever since I became immune to fall damage," she thought out loud, walking into the restaurant.

"Rev up those fryers, 'cause I sure am…" she waited for the ritual's completion, and was confused when the part where she got picked up and thrown outside never came.

"Nani…?" she whispered, a camera zooming in on her face.

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Outside, Meta Knight tackled a foe through a wall, accidentally hitting a vividria in the face with debris. The vividria shouted "FRICK!" as loud as she could, while Meta continued to grapple with his opponent.

"My sincerest apologies, miss, but I must defeat this vicious dragon!" he shouted as held his enemy from running away.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Chuchu the octopus yelled, as she was obviously not a dragon. She slapped him with a tentacle hard enough to stun him and ran away screaming.

"Get back here you gold-hoarding villain!" he shouted as he took chase, unknowingly causing Daroach to quietly start crying. The mouse covered his face with his hat. He knew he had a problem, but he didn't need to bother anyone else with it. He left to go sulk by himself.

As Meta Knight continued to chase the screaming pink octopus, thankfully having forgotten he had a sword, his edgy doppelgänger watched from the Mirror World through the reflection in a window.

"That dumb bitch's schizophrenia is acting up again," Dark Meta Knight stated the obvious, "I really hope that's something that I didn't inherit when I spawned in his image."

Shadow Dedede walked up, eating a bag of chips, "Lol, you prolly got it too. You're gonna be chasing flying cookies any day now," he taunted.

"Shut the hell your mouth, Sad-ow Dedede!" he snarled, harshly poking the spooky penguin in the gut. Shadow Dedede started sniffling, which soon became full-blown sobbing.

"Why are you so MEAN?!" he cried, pure black tears dripping down his face like oil.

Dark Meta rolled his eyes, "Because I'm EDGY you estúpido pingüino!" (That's Spanish for stupid penguin. Why Spanish, you ask? Because I'm going with the 4Kids dub voices and you can't stop me.) He threw his hands in the air for emphasis, "Being mean is like, the second step for being edgy, right after shopping at Hot Topic!"

Dark Meta would have continued to berate Shadow Dedede, but an alarm he set on his phone went off, "That time already?! I've gotta be at the furry roleplay session in five minutes!" he exclaimed in disbelief. He grabbed his animal-ear headband and jumped through the window reflection into the real world, sprinting off at top speed

As Dark Meta Knight channelled his inner anime-girl-with-toast-in-her-mouth, he passed a hospital where, unbeknownst to him, an eldritch evil lay dormant.

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"You're positively certain?" 02 asked, his usually monotone voice edged with what sounded like actual concern.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry but the test results don't lie, you have severe radiation poisoning," that one doctor cappy from the anime, who's name I haven't bothered to remember, answered.

02 shifted his position on the examination table, which had already been completely crushed by his mass, "How could this even happen? I'm the embodiment of death."

"I thought Necrodeous was the embodiment of death," Dr. Nameless stated, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Necrodeous is just some kid's fan character," 02 explained, rolling his bloodshot eye exasperatedly, "Now tell me why I'm radioactive."

From the other side of the astral plane, Necrodeous looked downward dejectedly, "Heck…" he muttered as a tear fell from his eye-socket, distraught from the sick burn 02 had given him.

Dr. Whatshisface hummed thoughtfully, "Hmmm… Have you eaten any birdons lately?"

02 shifted his gaze around, seemingly embarrassed, "I… Perhaps, what of it?"

Dr. Moustache-Man shook his head disappointedly, "Birdons are a highly radioactive subspecies of parrot that mutated into being as a result of Meta Knight's nuclear testing. Why else would they look like that? That's not a hat on their heads, it's a massive, hardened tumour!"

02 visibly recoiled in disgust, "UGH! Oh, by the blackest of black holes, I think I'm going to be sick," he shuddered, the thorns on his tail bristling, "Guhhhh… I can't believe I actually ate that thing. I need to get my diet together."

Dr. Changeshisnamealot tapped his pen on his clipboard, "You'll be dead within two weeks, Mr. 02, I don't think that's something you should be worried about."

02 blinked, "Well, fuck."

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"Language!" shouted Zan Partizanne. Hyness looked up from playing Five Nights at Freddy's on his phone, "But I didn't say it this time," he whined.

Zan glowered out the window at the hospital, "SOMEone did."

The game screeched at him, causing him to scream at a volume that rivalled a jet engine taking off, and he pelted the phone into the wall, effectively breaking it.

He stared at the shattered phone, "Flamberge can I borrow your phone?" he asked loudly.

"No! I'm using it!" she yelled from the next room over, "I'm listening to Linkin Park!"

"I thought you were having friends over?" Zan asked, still glaring out the window.

Flamberge appeared in the doorway, wearing an animal-ear headband, "It's an irl furry roleplay session, Zan. And no one's here yet, so I'm bored!"

Dark Meta Knight burst through the door, then collapsed, breathing heavily, "Hah, hah… I made it!" he threw his hands in the air victoriously.

Hyness approached Flamberge with an expectant look, she sighed and handed him her phone, "Whatever you do to this, I'll do to your spine," she threatened. He grabbed it and scampered back to the couch, giggling madly as he looked for another overrated horror game to play.

Flamberge sighed, "It makes sense that you're late, and Magolor told me ahead of time that he was cancelling today, but where the heck is Kawasaki?"

DMK put on his headband, "Probably making another atrocity of nature in the kitchen, let's start without him."

"Yeah okay, let's do… the store! I'll be the cashier."

"Alright, uhh…" DMK cleared his throat, "Hewwo, I would wike to buy some bwagles pwese. UwU."

"Dat will be twenty dowollars pwese," Flamberge informed him, ringing up an imaginary cash register.

"OwO! I down't hawe twenty dowollars! Is thewe anowther way I could pay you? owo?" he asked, leaning in close.

"oWo?" she inquired.

"I hawe a cwedit cawd, UwO," he said, producing the plastic rectangle with a wink.

"0w0!" Fwam- err Flamberge confirmed.

Francisca walked out of the fridge, "Okay, I need to go on a walk now. A very long walk. Jam-buh-bye everyone," she said as she headed for the door.

"Alright. Have fun, stay safe," Zan instructed, still trying to determine the specific room to target as she handled her spear ominously. Hyness, still completely engrossed in Flamberge's phone, waved slightly.

"Jwam-buh-bwye, Fwan! OwO!" Flamberge called as she waved.

Francisca left slightly faster.

Outside, a part of the hospital's walls were blown off from a powerful wing swat as a very large, white, spherical creature left the building.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Zan bellowed, unleashing her fully charged "electro eclair" attack.

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Adeleine ignored the loud explosion followed by a furious roar of pain in the distance, rather focusing on the mission at hand: To find Kawasaki and make him cook sixty-five hamburgers and a triple order of breadsticks. She had recruited the assistance of Kirby, whom just wanted to make the potato-man cook for him too, and Marx, who while in the mood for some of Kawasaki's infamous "temperature-of-the-surface-of-the-sun" curry, was also hoping to cause as much mayhem as physically possible.

Also Susie was there, following the group from a five meter distance because either Kirby or Marx, she didn't know which one, had eaten her cellphone. And she was going to stalk them until one of them coughed it up or they died. Also Magolor was there, he was following Susie, and was whining incessantly about how they were supposed to be on a date.

"Suuuuuue… Come OOOOOOOOOONNNNN… I had to cancel my weekly furry roleplay session today for this! And besides, you know these two, they're inde-fucking-structible! Can't we just smooch in an alleyway or something?"

Susie ignored him, continuing to glare at the trio ahead of them. Marx periodically glanced back at them with suspicion, as Taranza was also dating Magolor. Really though, a lot of people were dating Magolor: Taranza, Susie and nine different waddle dees. (Three of which had mysteriously vanished after a date with him, much to the chagrin his sentient houseboat, The Lor Starcutter.)

Maggie's polyamorous ways aside, Adeleine was now walking backwards to look at the two pursuers.

"Hey, you guys seen Kawasaki lately?!" she shouted to be heard from their five meter distance.

"Have you checked the furry groupchat?!" Magolor shouted back.

Adeleine pursed her lips, pulled out her phone and opened up a groupchat she had labeled as "commission farm."

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<Heey>

<Any of y'all seen Kawa?>

<I want sum bread fr right now>

<Hello.>

<This is H>

<Hyness using Flamberge's phone.>

<No.>

<Understandable, have a nice day.>

<Jamanke. You as well.>

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"Well that was a dry hole," she concluded, pocketing her phone and giving Magolor a shrug. Then turned back around, continuing her search.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Here are all of the prompts from the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator used for this chapter in order:

Tac ………with a gun

Tac killed everyone

Sir Kibble's blood…is blood

Squashini ………with a gun

Poppy Bros. Sr is the villain

Mr. frosty likes pineapple on their pizza

Chef Kawasaki is a furry

Chef Kawasaki is a werewolf

Chef Kawasaki doesn't do their homework

Adeleine is a human

Vividria says frick

Chuchu is a dragon

Daroach secretly suffers from depression

Meta knight has (very inaccurately portrayed) schizophrenia

Dark Meta Knight is edgy

Shadow Dedede cries black tears

Dark Meta Knight is a furry

Zero is radioactive

Birdon is the result of a harmless creature getting radiation poisoning in a nuclear apocalypse

02 is the embodiment of death

Necrodeus is just some kid's fan character

Necrodeus says heck

Zero has a deadly disease and only has a short time to live

Hyness has said the F word before

Hyness enjoys playing every overrated horror game out there

Flamberge likes to listen to Linken Park

Flamberge is a furry

[miidnighters]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

so way back in the day when I was rping on forums I was on this one vampire vs werewolf forum that probably had the very very first iteration of Bella? and then I came here and got my start with canons but I was picking the most obscure canons that were essentially OC's anyway. my first RPC OC here was actually not Bella but an acrobat named Wings, IIRC. All the others spiralled after that.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

listen. i am a soft bean. Anything with like, heavy angst, explicit horror, some physical fighting stuff is not really my cup of tea - partially because it's not my cup of tea to read so writing it doesn't come naturally to me

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

i love anything that lets me explore my characters, whether that's backstory in a shipping/slice of life sense or exploring something new, in new verses or in different situations. I'm pretty open to most things tbh

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I don't make a lot of headcanons tbh? but a lot of them I think up early in the morning while my mind is just kind of drifting, or while driving

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

i am a big music girl - i do everything with music lmao.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

i would say 95% of the time I just wing it, which reflects my general preference in rp for going with the flow over hard and fast plotting. that said, quite often I will read a reply and think immediately "x character is going to do or say this in response to that" and obsess over that detail until I can write it down.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

so much ! I don't necessarily go into every interaction expecting a ship but I do think there are some you can pick straight away as having insane chemistry and some that develop over time, even if you're not trying. of course, jumping straight into it is fun but I usually chat ooc about that first

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

brodie ! I never stuck to any sort of alias lmao

ᴀɢᴇ?

thirty

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

6 August

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

pastels - butter yellow, baby pink, so on

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

i rotate thru songs tbh. State of Me by Meghan Tonjes is always up there. Moon Trance by Lindsey Stirling. Save Me or Moon by BTS. Heartbeat by Nightcore was my top song of last year and North Star by Tyler Shaw the year before (it came 4th in 2023). So many honestly

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

It was probably actually Knives Out with my dad like a fortnight ago but as I'm typing this I remember I watched the TSwift Eras movie since then but I'm not sure that counts cos I cried thru the whole thing

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

We've been watching Physical 100 s2 the last couple of nights

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Twin Flame - Brennan Story

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

mash potato and gravy tbh

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

i like autumn tbh, but becasue winter is too cold, summer is too hot, and spring has birds that swoop you and draw blood

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

i'm going to say no. I have quite a number of dear friends that I've made through rp and who I hope I would continue to talk to if one or both of us left rp but I'm not going to pick just one lmao

tagged by: no one! I stole this from @abysswarden 😘

[cosmoteer]

send ' 📚 ' to learn of an original character i have written. (BUT LIKE GIVE ME 3 PLS)

send ' 📚 ' to learn of an original character i have written. || Accepting

Trinity - The Serpentine

Trin's a table top character made for Monster Hearts but I write her in rp occasionally. She's not really sure how to be human but she's doing her best. She has maybe too many calico critters and has leaned in to pink pastels and sanrio. All the things that she thinks human teenage girls are in to. She's lovely but there's just something not right with her. A snake in human clothing Trinity is tasked with restoring a family dynasty in anyway she can but in reality she's not hitting the mark the way her family would like. That's on the back burner for her, she's got other things to do, she needs a hot date for prom and she's dead set on summoning the hottest demon in the nine circles.

Pin Board || Playlist

Damien Reed - The Omen

Damien is also a Monster Hearts character. I've never written him for rp. It's 2006 and studded belts are rad as hell. Damien is a 00s teen and a witch always destined to die young. He's trying to make it through the year and get to warped tour. His 2006 school year though isn't going to plan, after breaking up with his girlfriend in the summer Damien is going to have a ride of the year with most of his life force stolen from him by an ancient entity of fear. Always the weird kid with the weird step grandpa called Satan who always seems to have an in and out milkshake for Damien despite them both living in Oregon. Damien has to navigate his school year facing weirdness, horror, Arthurian knights and a crush on a himbo werewolf all while uttering his catchphrase "Uhhhh..... Don't worry about it." Pin Board || Playlist

Sturgis Fotia - The Monk

Sturgis is a D&D character. A fire genasi shadow monk in the secret order of Shar, Sturgis was born and raised in Bladurs gate. Taken in at a young age and blinded by a gang, Sturgis was sent out to beg and collect coin every day until he was too old for the job. Dumped in the lower city Sturgis was supposed to die. At night when the dead stalked the streets a woman took his hand in the lower city and walked him to Shar's order. She talked with him and called him her favourite child. Upon describing the events to the monks that found him sitting at the feet of Shar's statue he was taken in right away and he's the only member of the order to have had a physical encounter with Shar he was trained and groomed to take over the order. Though Sturgis is a good monk his childhood on the streets haunt him and he seeks out an impossible task. To destroy the criminal gang that blinded him and to take the children in their care to Shar's order.

[harpymin]

5 months late, had to rewrite it bc it got deleted the first time i tried to post it, we ballin

this was written for @dreamsclock's wtiys prompt: Limbo!

tw // derealization, disassociation, memory loss, repetition

/dsmp , rp

It felt like home.

It felt like home.

The bricks and the glass panes looked the same as ever.

The red sky that spanned for eternity filled his mind with static. Bleeding into black horizon and sewed the empty plains together.

Stillwater lake surrounded him and the wooden path.

The air was stale and dust hung to his lungs.

It felt like home.

His body moved slowly. His feet dragged and limped. Creaks of an old neglected path clung to his ears.

The oak door stood impossibly tall and impossibly far. And yet, when his hands hit the brass handle it fit perfectly.

He stared. And the door stood still. The polish had worn off, leaving a rotten husk of what once was.

It felt like home.

A hush. A whisper. His ears started to ring.

"..-ream-"

His mind felt like cotton. Bleary yet too aware.

He opened the door and stepped in.

It was home.

The sun cascaded down the window panes and onto the haphazardly placed chests. Scattered beds of his family, some neatly cleaned and some missing bedsheets.

It was warm. A hot summer day. The kind of hot that left you sweaty tired. Although the breeze that sneaks in through the gaps in the bricks chilled him to the bone.

Distant shouts accompanied by barks and baa's eased his tense shoulders. He breathed.

...What was he doing just now?

He stood in the middle of his house, looking around.

His...house.

His house! He was trying to finish building his house! And he needed more materials. He'd just asked Alyssa if she had more bricks and she looked at him weird. Worried even.

"Dream why- why do you look so- .. what happened to you?"

He laughed. "What do mean? Is there something on my face?"

There were tears in her eyes. She reached out to his face and-

He stood in the middle of home, looking around, his ears ringing.

Distant shouts followed my laughter pulls his head towards the window.

"Dream! Help me! He's taking my stuff!"

He looked out.

It was the moon. So bright and calm against the ink black night. It reminded him of quiet comforts and blue cotton shirts. It reminded him of moments where the world seemed to melt away. Just them.

He closes his eyes. The soft glow of the sun against his eyelids. Warm hugs and raven hair. He missed his home.

He breathed in.

It felt like home.

He sits up coughing. His lungs were filled with ash and dust. Red sky fills his vision as it bleeds into the horizon.

It felt like home.

Almost.

[thecat-inthehat]

6. Onerous

I thought about adding in one of my WoLs, but opted to keep it generic. Real talk though, my RP partner’s Haurchefant has ingrained himself so thoroughly onto my brain. I felt like I was writing an extended cutscene for Dyad lol

(742 words) [Masterpost]

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Snow was starting to come down over Camp Dragonhead in a fine light dust, just heavy enough to soften the rays of the noonday sun and bring a chill to the air. Coerthas might be locked in eternal winter, but the advent of autumn meant that the nights stayed below freezing more often than not, and even well into the day. It had been an unusually warm fall day, but that hadn’t stopped the clouds from forming. 

Lord Haurchefant Greystone cut back a sigh as Corentiaux rattled off the next part of their to-do list, and he very deliberately did not rub at his temples to alleviate the headache that was forming. He should be grateful to have this posting -- he had more than earned it, and it was very prodigious for a bastard such as himself to hold the rank Commander of the Garrison. It was not often that he itched to do something, as he was a Knight of some ten years on. He knew the waiting game that soldiers played, and was intimately familiar with how time seemed to stretch on and on between engagements. Normally he would take up darning his socks, or perhaps spindle and thread, but his usual creature comforts did not appeal to him. 

Something was happening, he was sure of it. Francel’s letters had been sparse of late, and the Horde’s movements were becoming increasingly erratic and hard to predict -- a surefire sign that an attack was on the horizon. Heretics had spent the summer being unusually quiet in their raids, and his spies had yet to learn aught of interest save for the fact that a few of the groups might attempt power plays at one another. 

And yet he was here, listening to Corentiaux tell him about the level of grain in the storehouse. It was important, he knew, and part of his mind was already offering up solutions to the unexpected development. There was too much missing to simply attribute it to rats or spoilage, more likely they had a thief in their midst. He made a mental note to have a chat with the guard, while he spoke of trade arrangements with Gridania to Corentiaux. It was just starting to be harvest season, and like as not the Gridanians would be eager to accept a few of his Knights as extra hands in return for a few shares of grain. 

The blacksmith was next on the docket, citing that her stores of crystals were low, and that if she were to keep working, she would have to take from the wood stores in the Camp itself. Stores that were, quite desperately, needed for the some hundreds of civilians that lived inside the walls, and the infirmary. He didn’t have the knights to spare for logging or mining crystals, but perhaps a few of the residents might wish for work. 

On and on it went, the myriad problems of running the Camp--more a small town, really--never ceasing. One droll evening he had joked to Francel that his problems seemed to multiply like fornicating rabbits, and that they weren’t even cute. Francel had laughed at him so hard that he nearly spilled his hot chocolate on his pristine white shirt and told Haurchefant that he was cute enough to make up for it. Perhaps he could visit Francel soon, if nothing else to break up the monotony. 

He shook the dusting of snow from his hair as he and Corentiaux toured across the ramparts, looking south to the Skyfire Locks. Merchants, Knights, and others formed an irregular stream to and from Dragonhead and the Observatorium, and he glanced across the few people he saw trudging through the snows. A few adventurers as well, which might bode well for the Camp’s problems that needed doing… 

He leaned over the stone walls and inhaled the brisk autumn air, and let his gaze fall on a small trio of adventurers. A white haired highlander who looked up at the Camp in wonder, a young elezen with dark blue clothes and hair that almost seemed to disappear into the snows, and a third that guided a sturdy chocobo that carried their packs. 

Yes, perhaps meeting with these adventurers would shake off some of the doldrums of these tasks, and he could convince them to ply their trade in his Camp. Nodding to himself, he gestured for Corentiaux to follow, and headed back inside to his office.

[salty-medley]

You liked the first part ? Here's the second. In RP we label it "season 1" as it's a brand new start and a new team so let's say part 1 was like a prologue and this one is the S1.

Holiday: simple maxi dress for hot summer days.

S1 civilian: still old armor pants but rolled and with a chunky cropped burgundy cardigan and flats.

Formal dance: prude, simple and modest, as usual .

Riding: I guess it's pretty self explanatory.

Night: now she lives here all the year, she needed something warmer for fall nights.

Lunch date: ruffly burgundy skort for the win !

Alt civilian: when it's warmer and you miss your old south krytan seaside.

City: another armor based one !

Swimwear: 🧜‍♀️

Armor: yeah, sometimes you need it.

[softbirbboi]

Munday meme! 

(I Used This picrew cause I’m at work and wanted to have pic here so lol)

General info:

♡ Preferred name: Aksu ♡ Age: 90′s kid ♡ Pronouns: They/Them (he/his) ♡ Sexuality: Asexual/Demisexual ♡ Height: 160cm /  5′2 ♡ Hair colour: Red (naturally brown) ♡ Relationship status: Single

Favourite things:

♡ Favourite colour: Seafoam green ♡ Favourite song: atm In The Balance tomorrow it might be something else. ♡ Favourite band / artist: I really don’t have any faves or I have too many to list.  ♡ Favourite youtubers: Internet historian, YMS,  CJ The X, Strange Æons... there’s too many ♡ Favourite food: Sushi, Paella ♡ Favourite family member: You can’t ask that!  ♡ Favourite bird:  Secretarybird ♡ Favourite animal: canines, guinea pigs! ♡ Favourite celebrity: I don’t have one ♡ Favourite time of day? Early morning or late night ♡ Favourite holiday(s): None ♡ Favourite season: Late spring, early autumn ♡ Favourite fruit: Persimon ♡ Favourite flower:  Anemone hepatica, Lilium ♡ Favourite emoji(s):  👀 ♡ Favourite app: I don’t use apps really lol  ♡ Favourite hobby: RP, drawing ♡ Favourite country: India ♡ Favourite weather: bright summer day which is warm, but not hot. And cooling summer breeze, yessss. Or maybe dry, sunny autumn day ♡ Favourite element: Water ♡ Favourite language: I dunnooo! 

Name of:

♡ Name of your crush: I don’t have any really. Unless we count fictional ones ♡ Name of your pet(s): Timjamin aka Timi. His name means thyme in finnish.  ♡ Name(s) of your best friend(s): Crim/Lory and Ivy/Sateisa, not gonna give their real names tho. 

This or that?

♡ Introvert or extrovert: Introvert  ♡ Nerdy or sassy: Nerdy ? ♡ Tall or short: Tol ♡ Looks or personality: Personality ♡ Homesick or traveler: Homesick ♡ Musician or artist: Artist ♡ Woods or city: I DUNNO something between ♡ TV or Youtube: Youtube ♡ Phone or computer: Computer ♡ Family or money: SLJFElsdjkf can I take money so I can take care of my family and friends?  ♡ Books or movies: Both, when ever I’m able to concentrate to even read/watch anything.  ♡ Food or sleep: Sleep =W=

Tagged by: No one, I stole this from @nabaath-areng Tagging: @partnerinteatime​ And all of you followers, I wanna learn about chuu =w=