#Muse: Django

[puckish-rogue]

" Got invited last minute t' one of those black tie parties to ring in the new year. The host is pretty reliable when it comes to throwing together something that's actually fun, so I'm thinking of going. Anyone wanna be my plus one? "

[stairwaytoparis]

Django Django and some Fitzroy musings

[truefandemonium]

Heyy there! I was so happy the moment I saw you accept requests for King 🥹

Can I ask for a fic where King is jealous bc of Candie? Django notices this and tries to calm down King, which was useless. Later on, reader (fem or gn pls) notices King is a bit distant and ignoring her, so she confronts him and he accidentally admits his feelings (King and Reader had just a few intimate moments before, but nothing serious bc King have said it was dangerous). Fluff and Angst maybe? 🥺

I hope you like my request, tysm! 🤗✨

Thank you SO MUCH for requesting this!! I absolutely love the idea and writing Jealous King was fun! (As my first fic in the fandom, I hope he’s not OOC!)

I took some creative liberties with the canon plot to fit this prompt, but I hope you enjoy! 😍

Dr. King Schultz xFem!Reader

Mature. Tags: angst, fluff, jealousy, possessive!King, mentions of slavery, innuendo, implied sexual content, strong language

3,884 words

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King had hardly been able to stop ordering you and Django around since getting onto the road that would eventually take you straight to CandieLand. “And make sure you do not make him angry,” he tells you. “I have heard from good sources that Mister Candie is not exactly what you’d call reasonable.”

“So, be a pushover, then?” you ask curiously, but genuine. You’re willing to do whatever you need to in order to save Django’s wife, and if that means pretending to laugh at a madman’s jokes and not smile at his slaves, so be it.

“Not in your wheelhouse, my dear, I know,” King says regretfully, glancing sideways at you on Django’s horse while he controls Fritz’s reins from the wagon. You used to argue with him about sitting on the stagecoach with him, but King had insisted that if a fight broke out, he would want you to be on Django’s horse to make a quick getaway if need be.

So here you sit, arms wrapped around Django’s waist as you stare longingly at the man across from you on the wagon. You shut your eyes for a moment and lean forward, laying your head against Django’s back and pretending it’s King’s warmth that you’re feeling now.

“Getting cozy, huh?” the man in front of you grunts, and you quickly pull back, sitting upright just as King glances sideways again and notices your rosy cheeks.

King smiles softly in your direction. “Frauline, if you are needing rest, I can request a room for you upon arrival…”

“No, no,” you shake your head, “I just— I would rather stay with you both.”

King nods, understandingly, while Django mutters, “Suit your damn self.”

The rest of the ride is relatively silent, besides the short huffs and whinnies from Fritz before the three of you arrive at the grand entrance of CandieLand.

You watch with a deep rooted pain in your chest as you roll past fields, seeing the slaves that fill the place. Righteous anger fills you— the need for justice overwhelming. But you remember that you’re on a mission, here. You’re saving Broomhilda.

The wagon rolls to a stop at a lofty porch, with stairs leading down to the dirt path you’re on now, and King waves, beckoning over a slave to discuss the reason for his arrival.

Soon, the head honcho of this place— Monsieur Candie —is chatting with King and discussing business.

You shiver as King eventually introduces you, and Candie’s eyes rake over your form atop the horse, half hidden behind Django’s body.

“Well, nice of you to bring such a fine young lady along with yourself, Dr. Schultz,” Candie muses, his brows raised as he runs his tongue along his teeth.

You feel sick with his eyes on you— feeling like a sheep laid bare for the wolf to devour. But you remember what King said and instead just smile politely, dipping your head as a shameful blush floods your face.

King chuckles nervously and looks back at you. “Yes, she is quite a help in the cooking department. I, myself, am not much of a chef.” You can see the way his green eyes fill with roiling emotions, the way he’s hardly managing to stay cheery. “We keep her around as a sort of maid,” he adds, and you have to stifle an eye roll at the absurdity. He’s not entirely wrong, but you know you contribute much more to the team than washing laundry and dishes in rivers as you pass them.

Candie nods, sucking his teeth. “Yeah? She good for anything else?”

You feel your face fill with heat once more as King makes a sharp noise in the back of his throat. You feel Django tense in front of you, one arm still looped carefully around his middle, and suddenly you realize that King is struggling for words. Struggling to stay calm.

Django saves him with a quick quip, “Shovelin��� horseshit.”

King whips his head to stare at his counterpart as Candie lets out a loud laugh. “Oh, I see! She’s not one to lie on her back, then? No matter, I’m sure we can accommodate you fine gentlemen if’n you feel the need for a little roughhousin’ later on tonight.” He punctuates his words with a sickening grin, and King forces his gaze back toward the man, plastering a smile onto his bearded face.

“Excellent,” King agrees.

“In fact, Dr— you said you speak German?” Candie continues. “We got a little comfort gal that could take care of you this evening. She even speaks a little German, the devil. Tilly!” He beckons over a female slave and leans down to mutter, “Where is Hildy?”

The girl wrinkles her nose and points to a metal box lying out in the far field, baking in the sunlight. “She got put in the hotbox, monseuir. She bein’ bad again, and runned off.”

Candie curses and glances up in embarrassment, ordering the girl, “Well, get her the hell out and get her cleaned up for my guests.”

You feel Django shift, his hand coming to rest on the gun at his hip as you squeeze his shoulder worriedly.

But before he can shoot, Candie is beckoning you all inside, and sending people to take the horses back to the stables. King hurries over to the side of Django’s horse and reaches up to help you down, his hands firmly planted on your waist as he lowers you to the ground. You feel him hesitate there for a moment, his fingers hovering over your body, your hands on his shoulders— faces mere inches apart.

Then he pulls back and theatrically beckons you to follow, rushing after Candie and diving into the false pleasantries between them. Django gazes out at the field as you watch a naked woman get picked up from inside the metal prison and placed in a wheelbarrow to be hauled inside. Her cries of pain echo toward your ears and you nudge Django’s elbow gently to break him out of his horrified staring.

The two of you follow King and Candie inside, ignoring the odd looks from strangers as you walk through the grand arched entrance and into a large living room.

Candie reclines in a large chair, offering King a cigar as they sit and open a jar of whiskey. Django stands in the corner, arms crossed as he watches Candie with an untrusting gaze.

You, too, remain standing, unsure of exactly where to sit— until Candie spots you and shoots you a wide grin, lighting up his cigar with a match. “No place to rest your feet, darlin’?” he asks you. You start to stammer a reply before he waves you to silence and flicks his fingers for you to approach.

“Come on,” he insists, reaching out and snatching the cloth of your dress in his fist to tug you onto the arm of his chair. You make a small sound at the sudden movement, arms wrapping around his shoulders for balance as he chuckles. “Well, Dr. Schultz, if you ever did get bored enough to bend your maid over, she sure does make pretty little noises.” He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you balance on the arm of his chair.

“Mm.” King’s eyes flash with a dull fury, his fingers tightening until he’s white-knuckling his smoking cigar. “Indeed,” he mutters with barely restrained disdain.

You remind yourself to stay polite despite the way that you want to smack Candie across the face and knock that smug smile off his chapped lips, recalling this is for Django. You’re going to save Broomhilda, and you won’t let this man’s disgusting display scare you off.

So you smile down at him, letting your hand plant on his collar, fiddling gently with the cloth between your fingers as he speaks with King and Django.

You pretend to not care that his grip on you makes your stomach turn uncomfortably, or that he smells of smoke and whiskey in all the worst ways. Instead, you distract yourself with stealing glances at King— a sigh working its way out of your chest at the sight of him. He’s so perfect— so wonderful. The way his green eyes sparkle in the firelight, his greying beard so perfectly framing his soft, crooked lips. The curl of his salt and pepper hair that falls around his ears to meet his sharp jaw.

“Poor bitch must be exhausted, she can’t even hear me,” Candie chuckles suddenly, and you whirl to look down at him.

“Oh— huh? I’m sorry, sir—” you start to say, panic filling your chest.

“I asked if you’re hungry, sugar,” he says, his tone slimy and low. You repress a shudder and force a smile onto your face.

“Oh, I could eat,” you tell him.

Candie chuckles wickedly, smirking in King’s direction. “Y’hear that, Dr? She’s a girl with an appetite.”

You burn at the implications of his words, giggling in lieu of calling him a bastard right to his smirking face.

You glance back to see King staring with a furrowed brow at you, eyes flicking between your falsely glad face and Candie’s, something dangerous flickering deep in his green gaze.

“Why don’t you three go get cleaned up for dinner, huh?” Candie then ushers you up off the chair arm, smacking your backside flirtatiously as he does so. You playfully wave him away, feeling close to throwing up. You wish King would do something– anything– to show Candie that you were his. But of course, nothing between you was official anyway, even if it wasn’t terribly dangerous to defy Candie in his own home. But you and King had kissed, once. After a particularly long day, Django and King had killed four men and had their corpses lying in the dark shadows beyond your makeshift camp in the desert, a roaring fire before you as the three of you downed bottle after bottle of watery beer in celebration.

Maybe being drunk had something to do with it, maybe because the tension between you both had grown too strong, but whatever it was compelled you to kiss him that night. You simply pulled him in by his collar and pressed your virgin lips to his, relishing in the woody way he smelled, and the rich taste of him. And it was wonderful.

You wished that the kiss would change things, perhaps solidify what you thought you had going between you, but alas, nothing more ever came of it. The two of you were still close– even romantically so, at times. But King never let you get too close. Why, you couldn’t say. You wish you could ask him, but your fear of losing his friendship remained stronger than your curiosity.

Candie instructs a servant to lead you up the stairs and to the empty rooms down the hall, and you follow in silence, looking expectantly toward King, hoping for a reassuring look of kindness or concern. But to your dismay, he seems to be avoiding your gaze, all the way until he reaches his offered room, and goes inside without so much as a glance in your direction.

You look to Django, who’s still in the hall with you, confusedly, hoping he has an answer to why on earth King is suddenly distant.

He simply shrugs, heading into his own room and leaving you alone to ponder the sudden sadness creeping into your chest.

When you finish washing up, a servant girl brings you a dress to wear, a gift from Candie, and you put it on, returning to the hall as soon as possible in order to visit King’s room. You rap on his door and wait for the muffled, “Komm herein– come in.”

He turns, fixing his collar distractedly until he sees you, and his throat bobs hard, eyes growing wide. He slams a wall down over his features so that his expression becomes unreadable, and hurriedly finishes with his collar before retrieving his coat and pulling it on. “Ah, frauline. Everything is fine, I hope?” he asks brusquely.

You look at him longingly, confused and hurt by his sudden coolness toward you. “King, is everything alright? Did I– Did I do something to upset you–?”

“I am quite well, Ms. L/N, thank you,” he says, turning toward the mirror above the empty dresser and fixing his grey locks, brows drawn over his darkened eyes.

You wince, feeling as though you’ve been struck. “‘Ms. L/N’? King– what is the matter with you? Please, if you’re mad at me, just say so–”

“Dinner is ready,” a servant tells you from just outside in the hall, startling both you and King into whipping your heads toward the open door. King smiles fakely, ducking his head.

“Ah, thank you very much,” he says, adjusting his coat once more before waltzing past you and out the door to return downstairs. You watch with swelling pain as he walks away without another word.

Dinner doesn’t go much better, King visibly pouting throughout the meal. You play along with Candie, reciprocating his lewd gestures, lingering touches, and laughing at all his dirty jokes. Your attempt at buttering him up seems to work, however, as he is incredibly calm at the prospect of King buying Broomhilda for a small sum.

“Well, I will be sure to send her up to your room tonight, then, doctor,” Candie winks in your friend’s direction, his hand flat on your thigh under the table as you try to remain calm and chew your food without choking.

King smiles again, and you begin to miss his real smile, the way his white teeth flash behind his mustache. “Thank you immensely, Monsieur Candie.”

“I do believe I could use some rest,” you say suddenly, pushing up from the table and glancing at King to see if he reacts. You feel the sting of rejection as he turns his eyes downward to his plate.

“I could walk you,” Candie offers, standing alongside you with a wolfish grin.

King stands, too, now, his eyes fiery. He opens his mouth to speak, and Django quickly straightens, grabbing King’s sleeve. “Mister Candie, my partner wanted to discuss the Mandingo fighter— Big Fred —we’ll be right back.”

With that, he drags King out the side door by his arm, and you mutter an excuse to Candie before following. He watches with narrowed gaze as you round the corner and hear the two men whispering in the hall.

“You need to calm the hell down,” Django whispers in a low tone.

King hisses, his accent more pronounced as he grows angrier. “Do you see that? I am this close to putting a bullet in his brain—”

“Y/N is not bothered, King,” Django says so softly you have to strain to hear.

A small sigh, and then, “That is what worries me.”

You jump on shock as Candie appears behind you, loudly asking, “Everything alright back here?”

King returns from the hall, grinning again. He claps his hands. “Peachy, Monsieur Candie. But as a matter of fact, we have all had a pretty long day and some rest would be most welcome.”

“Course! Make yourselves at home,” Candie assures you. He adds with a wink in King’s direction, “And I’ll send Hildy up to your room a little later.”

Django’s eyes flash hopefully. “Wonderful,” King says.

“Behave yourself until then,” Candie reminds him, fiddling with the cloth of your dress for a moment as he murmurs, “And you too. Ask Tilly where to find me if’n you get lonely, hear?”

You nod politely, counting the seconds until you can escape his gaze. “Yessir.”

He smiles. “Good girl.” The man ushers you all toward the end of the hall, leading to the staircase, and bids you goodnight. “Git, now. We can discuss further business in the morning.”

You curtsy before following the men upstairs and to your vacant rooms, heart pounding fearfully. Candie makes your chest squeeze uncomfortably— like the feeling you get when you know you’re about to get hurt, you just don’t know how.

You hesitate to follow King to his room, seeing him slam his door and taking that as a sign not to bother him. But the pain at wanting to be close to him refuses to leave. Do you quickly undress, pulling on a lacy nightgown and slipping back into the hall after the rest of the house has quieted.

You knock gently on his door, waiting for his reply, but instead of his usual German quip, he calls, “Just a moment!”

You hear the soft steps as he comes to greet you, the creak of the door as it opens and suddenly you’re face to face. His eyes light up, at first, before he furrows his brow and seems to grow distant again. “Frauline,” he whispers. “Is everything alright?”

“No,” you tell him, pain at his harsh attitude making your heart ache. “Please— I need to talk with you.”

“Can this wait until we leave tomorrow? Broomhilda will be up any minute—”

“No!” you hiss, startling him. His green eyes grow wide as you push against the door and close the space between you. King inhales sharply, stepping back to allow you to breach further into his room, and you shut the door quickly behind you. “King,” you start, the need to be with him beginning to be overwhelming, “I don’t understand why you’re treating me like this, but you need to tell me what’s wrong. What can I do?”

“Nothing is wrong,” he lies, avoiding your gaze as he walks to the bed and runs his hands through his hair in a panic. You watch the flex of his muscles beneath his starch white shirt, suspenders pulling taught over his shoulders.

“King, if this is about Candie—”

“I do not care how you choose to conduct yourself,” he bites back, speaking over you. His tone is clipped as he talks over his shoulder, still refusing to face you head-on. “If you misread my concern for romantic interest, I apologize.”

“But… isn’t it?” you ask softly, feeling as though your heart might truly shatter in this moment.

King still won’t face you, his head turned slightly so you can see the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his eyes cast downward as he struggles for words. “I have lost people, dear Y/N. I have loved, and lost, and I have never learned from my mistakes until now.”

Finally, he turns, and you can see the tears brimming in his eyes, and your heart wrenches.

“I don’t know how I came to be so graced as to bask in your presence on the daily, frauline, but believe me when I say that if anything happened to you because of my recklessness, I would never forgive myself…” His words cut like a knife, simultaneously stoking the fire that burns deep in your gut. His voice breaks as he grinds out, “I don’t believe I would like to keep living if you were not.”

“Oh, King,” you cry, pressing a hand to your mouth to stifle your tears.

He shifts and you close the space between you with a few short leaps, falling against his front and wrapping your arms around him. King hesitates only momentarily before folding his own arms over you, resting his chin atop your head as you whimper gently into his chest.

“You know I’m only playing along so we can save Broomhilda, right?” you whisper once you’ve caught your breath. King pulls back slightly to look you in the face, his expression cloudy with confusion.

“You mean…?”

You laugh gently, sniffling. “King— he’s an absolutely deplorable man. I think less of him than anyone I’ve ever met.”

You can feel the relief enter King’s body at your words, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “Liebling, forgive me… I have never been a patient man.” He chuckles abashedly, and you reach up to cup his jaw in your palm, reveling in the way he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You don’t have to be patient anymore,” you tell him. “I’ve been waiting for you— for this. I want you, Dr. King Schultz.” His name on your tongue tastes like the sweetest honey, and you find yourself smiling as you stare at him.

“My dear,” he says, his tone strained as if he’s hardly containing himself. His hand comes up to encircle your wrist but doesn’t pull your fingers from where they’re buried in his beard. “You have no idea how much I have longed to hear those words on your lips.” His eyes flash painfully. “But I could not bear to let you get hurt.”

“I won’t,” you promise him, desperation leaking into your voice. “I swear it. I’d rather spend a short time as your woman than a long life without being in your arms.”

King’s mouth falls open as he croaks, “Honest?”

You smile again, tears filling your eyes. “Honest as the day is long, King.”

He gazes fondly at you, his grey hair framing his aged face, and you find yourself aching for a kiss. You cautiously let your hand travel down to his collar and King seems to get the idea, his eyes brightening with realization as a smile crawls onto his lips.

You press further against his front and his hand comes to rest at the small of your back, holding you gently but firmly and flush against his middle as you crane your neck to look up at him.

King pushes a strand of hair from your face before gently holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leaning down to place his lips to yours.

You instantly let out a soft moan of affection, deeply inhaling the scent of bonfire smoke, pine trees, and old beer. Beneath that: the musk that always reminds you of King, manly and sharp and sweet, somehow. His lips work against yours as you melt into his touch, the kiss deepening until you swear you’ll never stop tasting him.

King’s hands find your waist and he grips you, his hold almost possessive as if he’s afraid of losing you. You pull back to breathe and see King’s pupils are blown wide with want, his hair mussed from your wandering hands, his lips already red from your assault.

You smile at the sight of him so undone, and you start taking steps forward, urging him backward and toward the bed. King gasps as you push him fully onto his back, climbing atop him and leaning in to plant kisses all along his neck.

He pants gently, his hands now shaky as they hover over your hips, nervousness obvious in his sudden tension. “My dear,” he tells you, his voice breathy and worked up. “Broomhilda will be up here any moment, I will need to be presentable.”

“Tomorrow then?” you murmur, loving the feeling of his soft lips beneath your own. “Promise me.”

“Tomorrow,” he yields, grunting gently into your mouth as you press him deep into the mattress with a kiss. He grins as you pull back, gasping for air. King promises, “And every day after that.”

…

[multipleoccupancy]

Update

Hello! Sorry it's been an age! I'm intending to come back properly soon but am putting out this notice that I will be dropping some threads to clear the drafts. I haven't gone through them yet but by the numbers alone I want to cut everything back down to make them more manageable. I'll message where I can to inform people, but some drafts I know are ancient even by this blogs standards.

Additionally, I am dropping a handful of muses and replacing them with a short list of others.

Crowley, Thranduil, Bilbo and House will all be retired.

Please consider all threads with them dropped and I am sorry for the inconvenience.

James and Edgar are the same muse (surprise) so James' bio will be dropped but it's just Edgar and his timeline which will still be available which includes James' timeline.

Replacing the dropped muses will be four nasty(ish) boys;

Commander Lawrence - Handmaid's Tale Jay Gatsby - The Great Gatsby Hari Seldon - Foundation And Calvin Candie - Django Unchained

There are of course very controversial muses in that little list with upsetting themes, ideologies and are genuinely quite awful in both their settings and personalities. For that, any interaction with Candie and Lawrence will require COMMUNICATION and naturally proper plotting and tagging. Especially Candie who I anticipate will be a very upsetting muse to find on the dash for those not expecting him.

A list of character tags is under the improved and updated pinned post on the blog so they can be blakclisted as needed if you wish to continue following but do not want to see specific characters on the dash.

None of them reflect my views, beliefs or any such sort. I don't agree with them nor do I idolise them but as villains go well I apparently prefer them as the worst.

With that all said if you wish to unfollow on the new information of dropped muses and new muses there will be absolutely no hard feelings and I will completely understand.

Thanks everyone for the time, patience and understanding. I'm hoping with a refresh I will have my energy and mojo back to write again.

Full list of muses is on the pinned post and the updated muse page but for convenience they're listed under the cut and their relevant tags.

Commander Lawrence ----------- #Lawrence Hari Seldon -------------------------- #Seldon Professor Moriarty ----------------- #Moriarty King Arthur --------------------------- #Arthur Mad-Eye Moody -------------------- #MadEye President Snow --------------------- #Snow Albus Dumbledore ----------------- #Albus Major Edmund Hewlett------------ #Hewlett  Jay Gatsby --------------------------- #Gatsby Theo Beneventi --------------------- #Killian  Edgar Longshadow ---------------- #Edgar Calvin Candie ----------------------- #Candie

All posts relating to the above characters will be tagged with the relevant tag regardless of post type, every reblog will be tagged and all aesthetics/opens/commentaries will have that same tag along with specifics for easy finding and blacklisting. 

[practically-an-x-man]

Are there any in jokes or references in any of your fics people seem to be missing that you wish they'd notice and ask you about?

Thank you so much for the ask!!

Talk Shop Tuesday

Oh, SO many! There are so many references in my fics, I can't help myself! It's just how my brain fits things together, and I think it's fun. There's no way I could remember all of them off the top of my head (especially not at midnight, lol), but here's a few that are notable to me.

During the chapter of WWFA? where the tablet shows Ahk a vision of himself with his family, and later a vision of Katherine as a young teen, there are a few references. One is along the lines of "the dead do not sleep", and it's meant as a reference to a scene in Warm Bodies in which the main character (a zombie) sleeps and imagines his love interest and her friends all musing about him. Then, in the scene with Katherine, one of her bullies goes "Polka-Dots saves the day. What a joke." in response to seeing a comic book she drew herself - this is a double-reference to my beloved Suicide Squad, with the Polka-Dots line being a tie to Polka Dot Man and the "what a joke" being the final line in a fight scene between Rick and Peacemaker. That reference doesn't really have much weight for the story itself, it's just a fun little superhero reference since Katherine is also a comics nerd.

In one of the first chapters of Catch and Release, it's revealed that the Star Wars movies don't exist in Ophelia's universe - because Harrison Ford acted in Raiders of the Lost Ark with Alfred Molina, who plays Doc Ock, which causes a bit of a paradox. It's more a joke, since the MCU crosses their wires with Star Wars and other franchises anyway, but I thought it was funny

There are several MacGyver references in Smoke and Mirrors, particularly once Madison is given a multitool as a birthday gift - Lucas Till played both the reboot MacGyver and Havok, the main love interest in the fic

There are a lot of references to American Gods in Desert Song, since it's Quinn's favorite book, but one of the subtler ones is the line "had met the ground like an ex-convict meets his wife after a long stint in prison - gracelessly and with passion". This is a reference to how the book starts, with the main character Shadow eager to see his wife after being released from his prison sentence.

In Heartstrings, Kyle and Jasper are discussing middle names, and Jasper realizes they never chose a new middle name after they came out as trans. Kyle suggests "Django" as a joke - which is, in the X-Men comics, Quicksilver's middle name (though I can never figure out if it's legit or if he's joking) and Evan Peters plays both characters

In Sunshine, one of my Jasper/Kyle sidepieces, there's some description about how Kyle feels after he's been brought back to life - namely, how he feels like he still smells vaguely like death, and how he feels like he's not as warm as he should be. The first part is pulled vaguely from Pet Sematary, where the animals and people that come back are described to have this lingering smell of grave dirt. The second part is another Warm Bodies reference- what can I say? They're my favorite books, and the pinnacle of undead romance.

Obviously all of The Facts Were These (one of my Nik/Abner pieces) is based on Pushing Daisies and is aware of it, but one of the subtle details is that Abner's attempts to woo Nikoletta are lines from the show. For example, his first line is "Care to dance?" which is meant to be an echo of a scene where Ned and Chuck slowdance while wearing beekeeper suits (I want to say it's season 1 episode 2?)

Also in my Nikoletta pieces, there's a long-running Goonies reference: in the first piece I wrote for her, it's described that "they'd find her swinging from a water pipe before they put a power dampener on her", which is effectively the prison scene in Goonies. Then, in Pit of Vipers, Adrian makes a similar reference about that scene when referring to Abner - not only a callback to that first Nikoletta pieces, but a callback to Adrian Chase in the Peacemaker show, where he describes a bunch of inmates as "Sloth-from-Goonies-looking motherfuckers" just before a big fight scene.

And honestly, I'm putting a whole separate section for all the X-Men references in my 6 Underground fics, because... there's a lot

In Nom De Guerrre, AJ questions why One picked "Worthington" as his (canon) code name in one of the scenes, and he responds "Uncanny X-Men #134" - not Angel's first appearance by any means, but it sounded more interesting than just "X-Men #1"

In Desert Song, Quinn's quipping with One and he responds "I swear to God I'll sew your mouth shut" - that's a reference to the X-Men Origins version of Deadpool, who has his mouth sewn shut. Wolverine even says "Looks like somebody finally found a way to shut you up" in the movie

Also in Desert Song, during Quinn's origin flashback where she meets Billy for the first time, he sits down in the alley with her and she "looks at him like he'd just grown a pair of wings". Why a pair of wings instead of the more traditional "like he'd grown a second head"? Well, Ben Hardy played both Billy and Angel. I reference that a lot, but so do the writers of the actual movie, so we're even.

Since One's actual name is never revealed in the actual movie, I have a bit of fun with it in my fics. In Nom De Guerre, his real name is Logan - Wolverine reference, of course. And in Desert Song, it's Nathan Christopher - referencing Cable, AKA Nathan Christopher Summers. In both fics, the other characters are aware of those being comic characters and poke a little fun at him for it.

This one's in reverse, but in my X-Men fic A Love Once New (which features Angel, of course), there's a reference about how Rae lives on the fourth floor of her apartment complex and only "a parkour genius or- well, Warren" (since he has wings) could get to her balcony from the back side. Did parkour exist as a concept in the 80s? Not a clue. But the reference was worth a little anachronism.

And... yeah, there's so many more than just these. If I combed through all of my writing, I'd have hundreds of little hidden references to books, movies, comics, you name it. I love planting in those little references and details even if nobody ends up noticing them. Maybe somewhere out there I've got a reader who's a nerd in the same way I am, and smiles when they notice those little details. I can hope lol.

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small symbols of kindness ( accepting & encouraging yall to rb it as well ) — @puckish-rogue

hhehehehehhe my fav icon :3c sorry, here's your keysmash since it started with a bit and i keep chomping at it. WHOOOOAAAAAAAOAWHIWHOIGGHWAIOWGHIGWHGIWGHOWWIHG YEAH! HWGOWGOIHGOHIWGHWE OWEOWOWW!!!!!!

remember when i said you helped me develop genki a lot? i still mean that. literally that hc posted today was back when we were in the Thick of plotting and scheming like ... a month????? two ago?????? idk time doesn't exist. anyways. i quite literally jump for joy when i see you pop up on my dash. always throwing django genki's love and plentiful kisses too. AND i think its so sweet that you send random messages on occasion <3

[sanpatron]

Plotting/Relationship Call

Hello, friends. Have you ever thought of your Muse befriending a retired crime lord? Perhaps even forming a deep, personal connection that could very well shake up their respective lives? No? Well too bad, nerds. Below is a fine selection of dynamics one could have with the former Boss of the 3rd Street Saints aka Mister Django Foley.

I think Django, for the most part, can be rather versatile in regards to dynamics. So if there's something I haven't listed below that you would potentially like to explore, please let me know! I'm all ear. Also, consider this a permanent plotting call as well (as if the title didn't already imply it). By liking this post/commenting/reaching out to me, you are signing a legally binding contract in allowing me to do the following;

Reach out to you via IMs in order to plot and discuss our Muses

Make you random starters if so desired

Send you real dumb shit that reminds me of our Muses

Some fourth thing

And, most importantly, have a good tiiiiimmmmeeeeaaaaagggghhhh

Anyway, below the cut are some examples of relationships your Muse could have with Django. Once again, let me know what you'd potentially like to do, and we can discuss things further! Also, I'm more than happy to do something pre-established as well since I know for sure that all of us can get pretty tired of coming up with first meetings.

Friendship: The time spent in Spirale has certainly helped Django in overcoming his severe trust issues. Which makes things a bit easier whenever attempting to form connections with other people. Even so, Django really isn't the type to go and initiate such things—at least not as openly as some people might. It takes a little bit for him to acknowledge the fact that he considers someone a friend. Yet, regardless of whether or not he can be that vulnerable, befriending Django means having someone who you can easily consider ride-or-die. He is loyal to a fault and will go to great lengths in order to help out his friends. At this point in his life I would say that he would greatly appreciate anyone who can help him try to relax. To remember how to breathe. It's been a long time coming, but with his acceptance that he will not be able to return to to being a criminal again, he can finally start to rest easy.

Associates (Business or Otherwise): I would imagine that given Django's background, he's still going to do what he can to form connections with other people around the island and its many branches. So long as the relationship is mutually beneficial towards both parties, he will pursue it. And yes, just because he's retired from being a gangster doesn't mean he's exempt from working within the shadows. Old habits die hard, and sometimes you gotta do what you can to survive in this crazy environment.

Clients: With Django running two different businesses—the fashion company known as GANG☆STAR, and his own handyman services. I would imagine that some people on the island might be regular clientele for him. These are folks who have a good standing with him and regularly hire Django for either help with outfits, or assistance with just about any kind of odd job you could imagine. There's definitely the potential to have some of these form into actual friendships. But for the most part, it's strictly business.

Enemies/Antagonistic: There is absolutely no guarantee that most people would like Django, or that he would even like them in return. That's just fact. This is a man who has lived his entire adult life so far being hated by most of the world he comes from. And if anyone here were to have a problem with him—whether it be due to personalities clashing, differences in ideals, in morality, or anything else under the sun—it would not surprise him. I mean shit, he might even find it amusing. That's just the type of man he is. However, on the rare chance someone out there is capable of bringing out that one side of him; the kind that is capable of displaying such an inhuman amount of anger within him. Then I will say "congratulations" and "I hope you enjoy the enemy you've just made".

Frenemies/Rivals: Take whatever animosity you get from the previous section but make it much more funny. Like just imagine how stupid it can get. Especially if they wind up building each other up.

[taieswrittenarch]

ORIGINAL CHARACTER: Kai Django

My Star Wars OC, set during Mandalorian times. Listen....she's a love interest for the Mandalorian (Din). I know it's so basic, but sometimes you just gotta have basic ass muses. It's fun.

Kai is a technopathic jedi, who went into hiding after the murder of her jedi master and countless others. For years, she's been hiding her abilities, working with her head down as a mechanic for a group of criminals, until those criminals become the Mandalorian's latest bounty. He goes in for the kill, and Kai, left now without a boss or job, decides to offer her services as a mechanic/babysitter to the Mandalorian, who's travelling with Grogu. He seems apprehensive at first, but eventually caves in, and Kai gets a job working on his ship.

Her abilities are carefully hidden from even him, her lightsaber moved to being stashed away on his ship. Mandalorians and jedi were never known to get along, even if her and Din have developed some weird sort of friendship out of this business deal, she knows better than to trust those around her ever again. Not after what happened to all of those padawan, all of those jedi, to her jedi master.

PORTRAYAL NOTES:

Kai focuses on themes of learning to trust again, on the age old idea that opposites can attract, and on the idea that maybe, the jedi and mandalorian people aren't so different after all. Kai hasn't had many interactions with mandalorians, as they're not a common sight. But, she's willing to learn, to maintain this friendship she's grown with Din.

[knifvd]

SHIPPING INFO — ♥ answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog !!

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i write a lot of original characters , so any of the ships i have with my writing partners ( katarina/mirage w/spookyhubby , aiko/eiji w/solivcgant , jay/django w/puckish-rogue , aiko/el w/cupid ) . i have a lot of original characters that i don't write anymore , but i love their old ships too , but the main reason i don't write them is because people wouldn't be interested in them :( as ppl r barely interested in my ocs rn a;lskjdfa;lskjdf

but in terms of canon characters i don't have any really big ships that are canon , i have preferred ships that i have for them even though i don't write them necessarily , but the others would be ( sage/yoru w/galaxythixf , sage/reyna , sage/viper , neon/fade , soraka/voli w/valhiir , soraka/therapy , soraka/sett , soraka/pantheon , lux/jinx , lux/caitlyn w/ferinehuntress , soraka/vayne , uhh ... i just be rattling this shit off give me a moment ... viktor/jayce , mc/eiji w/solivcgant , mc/seven , ethan/therapy , chara/therapy ... sage/jett ) although the list isn't extensive , and doesn't cover everything : i think chemistry is the most important in a ship and if two characters have it then i'm always gonna consider them an otp LMAO !

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

it very much depends on where those muses are in life ; generally for younger muses i don't really believe or like age gaps more than 2 - 3 years , esp with muses that are ... at the very least below the age of 20 , but i base it very much off what i think and find comfortable in relationships in my life . like , katarina is around 28? 29 and one of her main ships is around 39 , but i find that more appropriate since they're both well and full adults .

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

i think a lot of it borders on suggestive when you're mentioning arousal , but any touching of things that necessarily would be covered by underwear is enough to call it nsfw in my book .

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

um . yeah . i think a lot of shipping comes from the muses chemistry , obviously , but a lot of it also comes from how much chemistry i have with the mun outside of it . a lot of times if i don't feel comfortable with a mun it'll be a lot harder to ship with me .

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

see question 1 . but also , therapy .

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes . generally , yes , especially if you want to pursue something outside of flirty based chemistry threads or asks . but also , if you want to ship with one of my characters based on what you've seen on the dash , i'm a dm away . i'm not as scary as you guys might percieve me as .

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

... no ? to both ? i think all relationships ( romantic , kinship , friendship , familial , etc ) to muses are an integral part of developing the muse you have , obviously , but your entire muse shouldn't revolve around one ship / ships , they're more than just the people they're connected to .

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

i'm a multifandom blog . pls don't ask me that . for valorant i guess it'd be sage/reyna , sage/yoru , sage/omen and sage/jett , for league it'd be ... lux/jinx? i guess? or aphelios/sett or ezreal/ekko and ... a lot of others ; there's like 130+ champs in league BAHA . i don't have many fandoms outside of that .

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

ask . unless you're cupid or ori then we're forceshipping already /lh but yeah ! i love shipping , and i suck at responding , so please , if you want to ship , please just ask me , and if i say no , that just means i can't see it for the two you mentioned , but that doesn't mean no to shipping with you in GENERAL ! so please , feel free to ask me / dm me or add me on discord ( as of 26/10 , it's soworakas ) !

tagged by : stolen ! tagging : @spookyhubby , @dhmpire , @daemonry , @toxichem , @galaxythixf , @ferinehuntress , @vonerde , @puckish-rogue , @bitterseadrop and you , the person reading this !

[sunlightmarquee]

Welcome to Sunlight Marquee!

This is a very story-driven roleplay blog, featuring muses from the Boktai series. Taking place after the events of Boktai 3: Sabata's Counterattack, this blog will feature an original storyline set within the world of Boktai.

This blog is 18+ only, meaning no minors allowed.

Crossovers and OCs are encouraged and allowed!

Google Site Link for Muses, Rules & Lore

CURRENT STORY ARC: N/A

ALL STORY WRITINGS:

Prologue: Loss (ft. Django and Otenko) Prologue: Time (ft. Lita, Django and Sabata) Prologue: Sunless Future (ft. ???, Django and Sabata) Prologue Final: Seek the Sun (ft. Rena, Django, Sabata, Otenko and Nero)

OTHER BLOGS:

@kokuycku - Post-Canon Canon Divergent Dark Blog @emanatorofbalance - Multifandom-based Dimensional Jumper OC @brcveshiine - Fate Dual-OC Blog

Mobile Rules:

001. This is an extremely private, heavily selective and 18+ Only blog, which means that I'll be extremely picky on who I rp with and make sure that they are NOT a minor. It's easier to be a private blog that only follows a few people instead of a million.

002. Please do NOT interact with me if you interact with Fafnir or Miles. Here is a google doc saying why, as it's too much for this carrd to handle.

003. I AM NOT A MEME SOURCE. Please reblog any and all memes from the source. I google search for a meme blog with it if I cannot find one to not clog up other people's notifications with reblogs of rp memes from them.

004. There will be times that I forget/lose replies. You're more than welcome to come and tell me if I've lost them.

005. IF YOU ARE GOING TO BREAK MUTUALS WITH ME, PLEASE SOFTBLOCK ME. It's a lot easier on both of us in the end and I'm not fooled into thinking we're still mutuals bc tumblr doesn't have anything to show who's still a mutual or not.

006. NO POLITICS OF ANY SORT IS ALLOWED. If you must be political, please make sure it's on your personal blog and not your Roleplay blog. I avoid all politics due to mental health issues. I do care about what is happening, but for the sake of not doomspiralling and getting bad enough to be admitted to a mental hospital, I can't have any political stuff on my dashboard. Yes, I can block it with the filter, but I need to keep myself sane too.

MORE RULES TO BE ADDED AT A LATER DATE.

[puckish-rogue]

Okay, so I need to take a moment to actually go off about something regarding SR and my intentions regarding the main canon of this blog. Some of this might be repeated in the intro post for the SR3 revision. But I still want to discuss why I'm so bothered by the way the series (the original one) went, and HOPEFULLY get all my followers to understand why I think the way I do and so on.

A friend of mine had been asking me to share more on my ideas regarding the changes I want to make to the third game because we both love hearing each other go off on our little autistic rambles (we both have the tism). During one of the many points I was trying to make—specifically about how I wanted to utilize the character of Dex better cause the devs really dropped the fuckin' ball with him—I had made some comments regarding Ultor being the scary megacorp with their own internal security team that acts more like a PMC, and how they have corporate espionage going on since a cancelled SR tie-in game was going to involve you playing as an Ultor assassin.

And it was in mentioning the shit with Ultor that I had to pause for a moment and really consider just why the fuck they went in the direction they did. Look, I can speculate all I want. And realistically speaking I know there are several factors as to why they leaned so heavily into absurd bullshit and comedy. But oh my fucking god does it just BAFFLE ME that any of this was an option to begin with.

I mean, think about it for a moment here; you set up a world where the criminal underworld seems to be a major factor in pretty much every facet of living. Corporations, politicians, and any power player you could imagine has some tie to an organization in one way or another. There's some espionage, PMC's (private military companies), mercenary work, and various criminal organization's vying for their own position on the ladder. There is a crazy amount of different stories you could come up with, different antagonists to face, just a wide array of opportunities to create something that is not only compelling, but fun as hell to see unfold.

And I'm aware that a lot of this still sounds like heightened reality. But I promise you that when you start to look into things regarding the concept of the criminal underworld itself and the many centuries it's been around, you'll uncover some real crazy shit that almost seems way too far-fetched to believe. And a lot of that is a helluva lot more interesting than making your player character the president of the US (which might I add is INCREDIBLY out of character), who then fights aliens and then winds up being kidnapped by Satan so they can marry his daughter in some weird fucking epilogue to a series that has drastically pivoted from games about street gangs and hip-hop.

Like I hope this makes sense. I hope you can understand my vision and where I want to take things with my blog. There are so many fun and interesting things that can happen when you decide to not go off the rails like you're writing a fucking plot through Mad Libs. I fully intend on doing a much bigger focus on the main canon of this blog and really expanding things because I feel like I've been slacking pretty significantly. Don't get me wrong, I love my au's. I love being able to put Django into different universes and see how his character would play out there. And it especially helps in being able to interesting with old and new friends who might have Muses that couldn't really work in a modern setting (albeit one that is a big more heightened reality than most).

I love this series a lot. It's the reason why I'm here in the first place. It's the reason why I've found roleplaying and writing in general so much fun. This is a series that I desperately wish could've been handled better. Because I can see the potential. There is a universe out there where SR wasn't reduced to a series that felt the need to outdo itself over and over again. And when the time came to course correct, it wasn't mishandled to shit by higher ups and people who just really couldn't see the vision some of us have.

Do I think my vision for the series is the right one? Absolutely not. This is strictly something that I personally find appealing and wish to explore in my own way. Having said that, it is nice to hear from others that they like my ideas and want to see more of it. And man, it's even better when you get people wanting to write with me and explore that together. Many thanks to anyone who took a moment out of their day to read through this. All I can hope for is that it helps you understand where I'm coming from, and just the frustration I feel regarding the way the entire franchise played out.

Expect the intro post for the SR3 revision to come out soon! I look forward to hearing what everyone thinks.

[ofglories]

Mabi's muse history buckle up it's a lot

the rules are simple! post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people ). please repost, don’t reblog!

current muse:

Arthur Pendragon (Fate/Prototype) Caster Artoria (FGO) Aesc the Savior (FGO) Constantine XI (FGO) David (FGO) Richard (Fate Strange Fake) Felix (Golden Sun) G'raha Tia (FFXIV) Minfilia (FFXIV) male Trailblazer (HSR) Jing Yuan (HSR) Luka (HSR) Argenti (HSR) Lamorak (GBF) Percival (FGO) Marth (Fire Emblem) Gareth Beaumains (Fate OC) Elouan (Fate OC) Emrys Pendragon (Fate OC) Sir Bors (Fate OC) Uther Pendragon (Fate OC) Taliesin (Fate OC) Sir Dinadan (Fate OC) Naoise (Fate OC) Mingze (HSR OC) Rhys (HSR OC) Silas (OC) Gwen (OC) Aster (OC)

And many more OCs and the secret muses-

want to write:

Sunday (HSR) Abe-no-Seimei (OC)

And some others I've been thinking about...but they're secrets

have written (in tumblr & other platforms):

Tim Drake (DC) Klein (Atelier Iris Eternal Mana) Felt (Atelier Iris Eternal Mana: The Azoth of Destiny) Colette Brunel (ToS) Hakuno Kishinami (male) (Fate/Extra) Siegfried (Fate/Apocrypha) Hibiki/MC (DeSu2) Flynn/MC (SMT4) Eliwood (Fire Emblem) Garry (Ib) Yuri Lowell (ToV) Robin (male) (Fire Emblem) Luneth (FF3 remake) Django (Boktai) Ritsuka Fujimaru (male) (FGO) Diluc (Genshin) Ayaka (Genshin) Amaterasu (Okami) Jeanne d'Arc (Fate/Apocrypha) Marie Antoinette (FGO) Saint Martha (FGO) Xuanzang (FGO) Riku Nanase (i7) Tsumugi Takanashi (i7) Maglor (The Silmarillion)

would write again:

Hakuno, Eliwood, Klein if anyone ever knew who the hell he is, Felt too

tagging: steal it!!

[thechaosmuses]

Below the cut is a list of all my canon characters, from every fandom, organized by such. I figured I would go ahead and put this up, as well as an oc muse one, for my oc and canon starters so that way it's easier for y'all to see who is included without going to every separate muse list.

The Vampire Diaries

Freya Celeste Mikaelson Finley Ellis Mikaelson Elijah Daniel Mikaelson Niklaus Ryder Mikaelson Kolton Nathaniel Mikaelson Henrik Alexander Mikaelson Hope Andrea Mikaelson Malachai Silas Parker Olivia Mae Parker Silas Xavier Salvatore Damon Luca Salvatore Stefan Lance Salvatore Jeremiah Steven Gilbert Katherine Maria Pierce Qetsiyah Zione Bennett Bonnie Sheila Bennett Marcel Leon Gerard Hayley Jane Marshall Elizabeth Anne Forbes Josette Olivia Saltzman Ryan Nicholas Clarke Landon Maxwell Kirby Aurora Violet De Martel Aiden Matthew Lawrence Tyler James Lockwood Alexia Rae Branson Sebastian Killian Jones Milton Gabriel Greasley Benjamin James Kenson Lorenzo James St. John Vincent Keith Griffith Sean Kieran O'Connell Lucien Maverick Castle TEST MUSES Dorian Lee Williams Sophie Danielle Deveraux Monique Marie Deveraux Evangeline Amaya Sinclair Inadu Tayen Labonair Rafael Alexander Waithe Finch Taylor Tarrayo Cleo Ada Sowande Penelope Eden Park Jade Ivy Young

Containment

Jake Holden Riley Katie Selene Frank Jana Christine Mayfield Teresa Violet Keaton

Teen Wolf

Mieczyslaw Noah Stilinski Scott Gregorio McCall Christopher Henry Argent Allison Artemis Argent Lydia Sophia Martin Jackson William Whittemore Derek Samuel Hale Cora Avery Hale Camden Matthew Lahey Isaac Michael Lahey Vernon Dallas Boyd Danny Keahu Mahealani Malia Elizabeth Tate Kira Jade Yukimura Theodore Christian Raeken Jordan Tyler Parrish Aiden Jacob Steiner Mason Cade Hewitt Brett Lee Talbot Garrett Cole Williams Nolan Andrew Holloway Bobby Adam Finstock Marin Sophia Morrell Braeden Valerie Bardot Deucalion Damien Hemming

Supernatural

Dean Michael Winchester Castiel James Novak Claire Grace Novak Jack Kellan Kline Gadreel Dustin Ward Rowena Jane MacLeod Fergus Roderick MacLeod Belphegor

DC Comics

Bartholomew Henry Allen Nora Francine West-Allen Bart Joseph West-Allen Sara Caitlin Lance Dionysus Arbios Kara Aileen Danvers Winslow Jordan Schott Jr. Clark Joseph Kent Mon-El Lar Gand Querl Dox Music Meister Harleen Frances Quinzel Pamela Lillian Isley

Marvel

Joaquin Miguel Torres Peter Django Maximoff Pietro Django Maximoff Wanda Marya Maximoff James Buchanan Barnes (pre-serum and super soldier) Steven Grant Rogers (pre-serum and super soldier) Samuel Thomas Wilson Michelle Julia Jones-Watson Peter Benjamin Parker Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy Peter Benjamin Parker Jonathan Spencer Storm Kate Bishop Natalia Alianovna Romanova Yelena Fyodorovna Belova Brunnhilde Valkyrie Loki Laufeyson Ororo Storm Munroe Susan Jane Storm Stephanie Grace Rogers (genderbent steve) Jamie Belladonna Barnes (genderbent bucky) Samantha Trinity Wilson (genderbent sam) Theodosia Audra Odinsdottir (genderbent thor) Lady Loki Laufeyson (genderbent loki)

Stranger Things

Jonathan Ross Byers Nancy Diana Wheeler Steven Michael Harrington Robin Rae Buckley Edward Joseph Munson Argyle Eduardo Diaz Jane Eleanor Hopper Dustin Jace Henderson Lucas Charles Sinclair Maxine Elizabeth Mayfield

Misc

Nicholas Sean Miller Winston Saint-Marie Schmidt Reagan Marie Lucas Leonardo Winston Hamato Michelangelo Chandler Hamato Samuel Nicholas Drake King Benjamin Florian

9-1-1

Athena Grant Howard Han Henrietta Wilson Maddison Juliet Buckley Evan Jones Buckley Edmundo Anthony Diaz

Book Babes

Major Jay Kitahara Lieutenant Lorelai Cathwell Sergeant Major Alary Johann Corporal Erik Mendel Devin Nesta Archeron Elain Archeron Feyre Archeron Rhysand Darling Azriel Cassian Amren Morrigan Gwyneth Berdara Eris Sargon Vanserra Lucien Vanserra Helion Luciano Meridian Tamlin Avri Desrosiers Thesan Addae Koitla Viviane Anera Agnarrson

Voltron

Takashi Sota Shirogane Matthew Grant Holt Pidge Katherine Holt Keith Akio Kogane Lance Camilo McClain Hunk Maui Garrett Allura Celeste Alforsdottir Lotor Astrophel Zarkson James Caleb Griffin Ryan Elio Kinkade

[guhamun]

Send ✶ and I’ll write a headcanon about our muses; no longer accepting || @puckish-rogue

✶ something with either Tomoe or Mori? :0

Sometimes Tomoe invites Django to places like arcades and the like if only because he gives the impression of someone who too has a love for games. Perhaps not to the extent that she does, but enough to enjoy them just as much. It's nice for her, as it's a fun little competition without being projected on a large screen for all to see. As much as she enjoys putting herself against other gamers with varied skills, at the end of the day, Tomoe, at times, just wants to play with the added fanfare and constant monitoring.

Honestly, Nagayoshi thinks that Django is great fun to be around. You never know what to expect from him, and he has a great respect for his ruthlessness towards his foes, and his loyalty towards his allies as long as they don't stab him in the back (a feeling they both hold in common). They are both chaotic individuals who thrive in such settings, and yet, there are times that both will sit down, share a cup of tea, and just talk about the general day when all is said and done. They just get one another's vibes, which in itself, breeds a kind of understanding between them that others might not be privy to.

[cherish-krp]

some muses have stopped by to smell the roses .ᐟ — ateez's hongjoong. (soft spot) — ateez's mingi. (miniskirt) — ateez's wooyoung. (django) please send us your application within 2 days to lock in your muse.

[afraidofchange]

⭐

@puckish-rogue - muse matching

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

So obviously we've got the bond with Nikita and Django and their adventures always crack me up, and I'm always down to explore new dynamics with them if you are!

As for other muses, I could see some fun dynamics between my V (cyberpunk 2077) and Boss, especially if I put her into just a modern verse without her cybernetics as a former corpo rat turned mercenary-for-hire.