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JJK characters w/ tattoos pt1 ✨️

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A soft tap on the door awoke Adonis. He groaned, tired from staying up late with his father in Inner Rings City. He rubbed his eyes and sat up just as he heard another tap. His mother, waking him for the day. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.” he griped.

Today was the first day of his last year in school at his mother’s school for the supernatural in the mortal realm. His parents gave him the choice if he wanted to start doing real royalty work or if he wanted to travel the world first. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure. He had a year to find out, though. He got up and started getting ready for the day. Since it was his first day, he decided to wear his favorite band t-shirt, with the cut-off sleeves just how he liked, paired with his typical black zip up jacket and faded black jeans.

Another tap. Adonis sighed and finally opened the door to his mother—a short woman with white hair just like his but with red tips, and bright red eyes. She smiled at her son. “Are you ready to go? I have to be early, you know.”

“I know how to work the portals, why can’t I just take myself?” he sighed, knowing this was a lost cause. She shook her head before he even finished his sentence. “No. You’ve got to help escort new people to their classes. We always—“

“—always ask them to come early and show them around to help them accommodate to the area. I know, mom. We do this every year.” he rubbed the back of his head, then moved to grab his bag. “Just thought maybe, because it was my last year, I wouldn’t have to do that.”

His father walked up behind his mother and slithered an arm around her waist, handing her a coffee. She accepted it graciously. They kissed each other goodbye, and Adonis made a face. “Gross. Let’s go, ma.”

When they made it to the school, there were several new transfers. With ten minutes to spare, they had one last person to show around for the day. Adonis sighed in relief, for once ready to get to class so he wouldn’t have to make idle conversation about J&R School for the Supernatural (JRSS). He made his way to the office and stuck his head into the waiting area and called out, “Alright, last victim!” he teased.

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This is a starter!

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Character Info

Name: Prince Adonis Nikolaos Wolfenstein

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual (prefers women, but will absolutely flirt a man or nb up, too)

Personality: funny and awkward. gets in trouble a lot, a lil dumb.

Description: tall, stocky build. white hair, glowing pink eyes, pale skin. black horns, pointed ears and teeth, and thick black tattoos all over his upper body. always has black painted finger nails and several necklaces and rings.

Parents: King and Queen Seven (Zagreus, Decendant of King Hades and Royal Consort Kira) and Ash (Decendant of Aphrodite and Adonis I) Wolfenstein

Adonis is the Prince of the Underworld, but much like his father, he didn’t quite ask for the responsibility. Despite his crude attitude towards a lot of things, he hated the atmosphere of hell. His mother basked in the glory of being Queen, and his father stood up to his unwanted title very well, but Adonis was unsure he was up for the job. Unlike his grandfather, though, his parents were accepting of his uneasiness. But could something possibly change to make him want to stay?

Rules: 18+ mun (the rp may not be themed as such but it’s a preference ((: ) gotta be okay with conversation sometimes cause i like to make friends with people i rp with! Semi-literate, 1+ paragraphs please. Long term, must be okay with multiple characters. As more characters progress, we can add more details. I love long lengthy stories, angst, fluff.

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someone pay attention to me.

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The red head looked up and leaned back a bit to put him into her view, then giggled nervously. “Uhhh…” she lifted her head back to a normal position. The Amazon began twirling a strand of her hair with her index finger. “Nope, not a clue!” she exclaimed. She took another glance behind herself with a small smile fixed on her lips.

♝- one Muse accidentally casts a spell on the other

Mikal will be my muse of choice

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Laviel had just started to get the hang of her fire abilities when a close friend of hers brought up that she should also learn magic. Even if the magic was low-grade skills, they could come in handy. Of course, though, Laviel rarely took things like such seriously. Instead of absorbing the important information from her friend, she took what she thought was cool and ran with it.

She was out with said friend at a diner when she tried to cast a silly little spell on her friend as a joke. It was an easy one, and honestly not all that practical; a voice changing spell. Laviel tried to cast the spell right as the server walked up to take their order. But what had really happened wasn’t Laviel’s intent. She’d forgotten to specify where the spell was to be casted. When her friend went to order, she’d found that their voice was the same. Laviel looked around in wonder, afraid she may have cast the spell on someone else in the diner. And if so it had to be someone relatively close to their booth. Laviel frowned. “Oops.”

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why is it so fckn hard to find an rp partner bro

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polyamory BLAST

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I blazed your post accidentally.. then there are no accidents they say. Any inputs!?

all of the likes it got were from the paid campaign which makes me realize how dead my account is 🥲 even if it was an accident though, ty friend ((:

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Laviel, previously known as Aonara, was part of a powerful group called the Amazons. These beings were ultra strong women, born and raised on an island in the middle of nowhere in the mortal realm. Men were not allowed on the Amazons island-if a woman would wish to bear a child, she would have to leave the island to reproduce, and come back to birth the child on the island. If the child turned out to be male, the child would either be killed or handed off to the father. Aonara's life with the ultra-strong ladies wasn't half bad. In fact, she rather enjoyed her life with them. She'd maintained true friendships with the lot of them, and considered many of them her family. Never mind the fact that she was constantly training for their military, which was expected out of all of them. That never bothered her-after all that's what they were born for.

However, one day Aonara mysteriously fell ill. During training with those in her age group, she fell to the ground, writhing in pain that wasn't shown on the outside of her body. She screamed in turmoil, and when the other Amazons carried her back to her hut with her mother, they commented on the fact that the girl's skin was unnaturally hot. And it was true, Aonara's mom stayed by her daughters side throughout her pain, unsure what to do for the strange illness that had sudden overtaken her. Aonara stayed awake for a full week, sweating heavily with a fever that would have deemed her dead, and crying in pain. She spent every day begging for mercy from the gods in Greek. Finally, after nine days, she fell into a deep slumber mid-day. Her mother had stepped out to go update the Queen on Aonara's condition. When she returned to see her daughter finally sleeping, she cried with relief.

Aonara awoke the next early morning. It was only just beginning to be light out. The pain she felt before, which she could only describe as fire in her veins, was now gone. The warmth in her skin never ceased, but now she no longer shed even a bead of sweat. Her mom slept soundly next to her cot, and she carefully rolled off the other side. She quietly padded through the hut, dressing herself in a white nightgown from her belongings. She stayed barefoot though, walking through the dead grass and hay on the ground. The dew had just barely grazed the ground outside, and Aonara found that her senses were heightend. She could smell the sap in the trees, the distinct smells of other womens' huts as she wandered by. Due to the time, most were asleep. The girl took the time to go out to the beach. She stared out at the bustling waves as she tried to take in the strong scent of salt. She scooped some of the water up in her hands, which began to steam from her heat and evaporate. The girl stayed quiet, repeating the process, in awe of what was happening before her eyes.

Her awe was short lived, though. One of the Amazonian Elders had snuck up on her, and after observing her actions, began iterrogating her. "What are you doing?" the Elder jeered. "Amazonians do not have such magic, so you must be very sick still. I think the Queen should see what's become of your illness." she tsked. "A shame. You were a fine soldier, Moonglow." Panic rose in Aonara. She knew what that meant. Mercy killing. Only she wasn't sick anymore, at least she didn't feel like she was. No. Murder. This was murder. She opened her mouth to say something, but the Elder gripped her wrist so tight she was sure she'd have broken or possibly even shattered bones. Gods, this woman already deemed her as good as dead! Aonara managed to pull her wrist out of her grip for split second--but a split second was all it took for chaos to ensue. An immense heat fomed at her palm and before she could even try to warn the Elder, a massive fireball hit the woman, knocking her into a hut, sending her and it up into flames. Four screams erupted, the Elder and three other soldiers, all older but still in their prime. Aonara shivered, knowing just who they wee and feeling defenseless. She didn't mean to do that. She didn't know she could do that. Suddenly she was aware again of the pain in her wrist as tears started to uncontrollably stream down her face. This was genuinely the first time she'd cried in years. But the fire spread around, from the trees to the other huts. Forget your wrist, idiot! Everything is on fire! Run! The girls brain kicked into gear. So she ran, following four others who escaped. Then she heard it. "Aonara!" Though raspy, she identified her mothers voice. She ran towards her mothers voice to find the woman kneeling on the ground, a large gaping hole in her chest. Aonara's eyes went wide and gasped quietly. "Mother... Mom... No. No. Come with me, we can get off this island and find a medic." Her mother shook her head. Then, Aonara saw what had went through her mother's chest. A large, wooden beam from the top of the huts lay on the ground, burnt to a crisp, with a sharp end covered in what she assumed was blood. The woman laughs at her daughters reaction, then coughs, sending blood onto her hand. "You did this... I know you did...You have been gifted by the Gods themselves, Aonara... Don't let our deaths be in vain..." the woman croaked. The fire grew around them, the flames licking Aonara and her mother. Her mother collapsed in a heap on the ground and Aonara knew that it was too late for her mom. Aonara fell to her knees, covering her face. The fire began to engulf her, but never once even singed her. It was like a warm hug.

Aonara stayed there for hours, mourning her friends and family while the very few survivors left the island. The fire started right around daybreak. It was well past evening time now. The fire died down to embers, but one big gust of wind could easily make it pick back up. Aonara salvaged what little valuables she could of her dearest loved ones, rememberances of them. She made her way to the coastline and sighed heavily. Something ever so silently snapped behind Aonara, making her tense and immediately whip around--to face a crying little girl. "N-Nara?" Of course the girl recognized her. Aonara tried to smile, but only grimmaced. "Hi. I suppose you're still a little too small to row the boats on your own, huh?" she said softly. The little girl nodded, sniffling. And so Aonara boared one of the six escape boats. Wait. Six? There were twelve. Hopefully there was multiple people on board each of the escape boats. The little girl distracted Aonara's thoughts by clumsily climing onto the boat. And so they were off. It was twilight when they arrived to the closest island to them. Even from the ocean, they could see the large city on the island with technologies they'd never even heard of, let alone seen. When they arrived to the shore they saw four other escape boats. Someone came from the treeline, and Aonara's mouth dropped in awe. A red nymph! To her surprise, the nymph walked straight up to them. "You're the seventh one to show up." he glanced at the child. "Eighth. You Amazons are a real pain in my ass. Look at these boats I've got to get rid of! They're heavy! And I've already carried back two!" Aonara cracked a smile, a small one. "I can help, if they are really that heavy for you." The nymphs cheeks darkened. "I.. Uh.. That'd be great, actually, thanks.." Aonara picked up a boat in each hand with ease. The nymph smirked. "I guess the Amazon women really are strong." Aonara shrugged. "Where am I taking these?" The nymph pointed at a shack by the treeline. "There. After we get these up I'll show you and the small one where your friends went."

After picking the boats up, the nymph lead the girls into the city. They approached a large building. The nymph held open the door for the girls. "Go in. Rosalie will help you." Inside, a small blue nymph sat at a table tapping on something, making words appear on a box in front of her. She looked up at the girls and tsked. "Amazons again. Hello ladies." her nasally voice echoed throughout the room and halls. Her chair spins and she rises, then makes her way to a door. Her heels clack loudly on the tile floor, every step shooting Aonara's nerves up. The nymph opens the door to a large portal, showing a large building surrounded by clouds. "They went to Zeus." she cackled. "Not that he's ever any actual help." Aonara stared at the portal. Did she even want to reunite with the survivors? Don't be silly, of course I do. She thought. But did they know she did it? She started the fire? She'd bet they did. She bit her lip in thought. The little girl stared up at her. "I get it if you don't wanna go. But I'm going." she said in a quiet voice. Aonara sighed softly. "You're a smart kid." For the first time she really looked at the girl. Dark hair. Seafoam green eyes. Grimy from the fire, and tired, surely. Aonara grabbed her little hands. "What's your name?" The kid smiled. "Daphne." Aonara smiled back at her. "Remember me, Daphne. I'll be around...somewhere." And with that, Daphne stepped into the portal and disappeared. The nymph chuckled. "What? You shy or something? The other women were pretty chatty despite the disaster their friend caused." Aonara froze, a lump forming in her throat. The nymph grinned evilly. "Relaaaaax. I don't care what you did to them. This is Demon Island after all. No one outside of your girlies will give a fuck what you did. Except maybe the human continents won't like it, so maybe don't talk about it." Aonara sighed, already irritated by this woman. "Yeah, thanks for the tip." Like she'd even want to talk about how she killed her friends and family... worse, ALL of Amazonia. The nymph shrugged. "No problem. What's ya name, kid? I didn't catch it when they said it earlier." Aonara thought for a moment before deciding to use a new name. "Laviel. Laviel Moonglow." The woman grinned. "Mmm. Lion of God. Quite an interesting name considering the ties people put with fire and lions.”

Aonar--Laviel sighed. "Thanks."

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hi ! 24f looking for some new writing partners on discord :] please be 21+ , and match my energy when it comes to plotting and interacting . i like gushing about our ships and plot, making edits , and pinterest boards if i'm invested :] im a semi-literate to literate writer, and also like doing back and forth and texting threads . my activity fluctuates , but i'm a laid back partner and i like talking ooc . i gravitate towards f/f ships but i also like f/m ships if the plot is good and exciting. i love angst and drama and intense romance . i write smut with muns im comfortable with and have plotted with . possible 🕊️ tw depending on what kind of things you're interested in!

currently wanting : oc x oc fandomless , or fandom roleplays (oc x cc or cc x cc ) . any ship are up for discussion .

fandoms : the vampire diaries , legacies, the originals , twilight , yellowjackets , the boys & gen v .

things i like !

gothic romance . monster romance ( vampires , werewolves , etc ) . historical / period. medium to high fantasy . scifi . dystopia . survival games . horror movie tropes . celebrity and musician verses . soulmates . exes . rich people drama . seasonal plots ( so rn im in a halloween mood! ) and more :]

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My muse is flirting with yours in a dangerous situation. Send “Really? Now!?” for my muse’s response. 

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♝- one Muse accidentally casts a spell on the other

Mikal will be my muse of choice

@vioslewdvisions

Laviel had just started to get the hang of her fire abilities when a close friend of hers brought up that she should also learn magic. Even if the magic was low-grade skills, they could come in handy. Of course, though, Laviel rarely took things like such seriously. Instead of absorbing the important information from her friend, she took what she thought was cool and ran with it.

She was out with said friend at a diner when she tried to cast a silly little spell on her friend as a joke. It was an easy one, and honestly not all that practical; a voice changing spell. Laviel tried to cast the spell right as the server walked up to take their order. But what had really happened wasn’t Laviel’s intent. She’d forgotten to specify where the spell was to be casted. When her friend went to order, she’d found that their voice was the same. Laviel looked around in wonder, afraid she may have cast the spell on someone else in the diner. And if so it had to be someone relatively close to their booth. Laviel frowned. “Oops.”

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hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

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send me    ‘  │ ┇ │ ‘    for a starter of our muses running away / going into hiding together…    

whether fleeing a terrible situation, running from a mistake, hiding from someone, ect, feel free to specify scenario if you want. 

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I'll come back to edit this post when I post more starters ((:

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i loved this sm.

Hurricane - CYMFH

So basically this is like… if Hamilton had cheated on Eliza with Jefferson.

The song is Hurricane with a few things changed.

Dedicated to @jamiiton

Anyways.

I’m not the best at writing, and I’m unfortunately on mobile.

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Alexander silently sat in his office at work, staring at the screen of his computer. The computer wasn’t even on. He just stared at his blurry reflection in the blank, black screen. He’d been at work all night. He was avoiding going home, for one reason, and one reason only: Eliza, his beloved wife was there. It’s not that he didn’t want to be around her per se. He’d just done something he regretted tremendously, and felt guilty for it.

A few days before now, Alexander ran into Thomas Jefferson, which brought him color, meaning only one thing. Jefferson was his soulmate. At first, they both denied it: “There’s no way we could be soulmates.” A week ago, he despised the man. But that mistake they made…

Alexander slept with him. He felt so much remorse over it, having cheated on his wife, who hadn’t even known his enemy made him see color. But at the same time, he didn’t regret it. He found his soulmate. He could see color.

But he felt extremely guilty, and angry with himself.

Reaching up slowly, he turned the computer on. He sat there, tapping his fingers on the table while waiting for the desktop to load. His face held a dark, determined look. He looked… well, mad. Crazy. Insane. When the computer finally came on and revealed his desktop background—a picture of him with his beautiful family—he growled in frustration.

The small man opened the writing program and began typing. He typed two sentences, before pausing and staring at the screen. “In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet,” Alexander murmured to himself. “For just a moment: a yellow sky.” He got up quietly made his way to the window, staring down at all of the people roaming the busy New York streets, trying to get out of the heavy rain that had just suddenly began. He clasped his hands behind his back.

“When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town. I didn’t drown—I couldn’t seem to die.” Alexander’s rested his head against the window, his eyes taking on a distant look. “I wrote my way out. Wrote everything down far as I could see. I wrote my way out. I looked up and the town had its eyes on me.” The man took a deep sigh, shutting his eyes. “We passed a plate around and total strangers moved kindness by my story. Raised enough for me to book a passage on a ship that was New York bound.”

Alexander straightened and opened his eyes. Quickly, he made his way over to his computer once more and sat down. “I wrote my way out of hell, I wrote my way to my position. I was louder than the crack in the bell. I wrote Eliza and John love letters until they fell. I wrote about our successful company and defended it well. And in the face of ignorance and resistance, I wrote financial systems into existence. And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.”

Staring at the computer screen once again, he exhaled quietly. “In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet for just a moment; a yellow sky.” his gaze darkened. “I was twelve when my mother died. She was holding me. We were sick and she was holding me. I couldn’t seem to die.���

Aaron Burr, who had peeked into Alexander’s office to check up on him (he’d been rather quiet in the meeting) narrowed his eyes and whispered quietly. “Wait for it.” Without a sound, he shut the door back and walked off.

Alexander noticed nothing. He began typing on his keyboard quietly. “I’ll write my way out. Wrote everything down far as I can see. I’ll write my way out, overwhelm them with honesty. This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only way I can get rid of my misery.” he paused for a moment, looking at the screen. He clicked in the title box and typed one last thing: “The Jefferson Pamphlet.”

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why was i postin sht like this

Ears are just nostrils that smell sound

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BEFORE THE FALL

Laviel sit in one of the quietest rooms in Nyx's mansion, a drink of some kind in her hand. It had been four days since the Amazon and the Goddess of the Night broke up. She was genuinely shocked Nyx hadn't kicked her out, but then, by the Underworld's standards, Nyx was essentially mayor of the Fourth Ring, the outermost part of Inner Rings City. And it wasn't very professional looking for Nyx to kick her out, especially when many of the goddess; nymphs came to really love having Laviel around to party with. She'd take almost any drug.

Not tonight though. Tonight, Laviel mourned her relationship. It was even worse hearing Nyx make announcements in the Main Room. The goddess' voice boomed throughout the mansion. Maybe it was to make sure everyone could hear. Maybe it was to make sure Laviel could hear her. The Amazon couldn't be too sure, regardless it didn't matter.

The red head was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't see or hear someone take the seat next to her until they leaned forward into her field of view.