#//Don't match the length I don't expect anyone too and I will not be able to write that much again lol

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Start of Redemption

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.

He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.

Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.

Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.

He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.

His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.

"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.

The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.

It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.

Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?

Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.

No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.

And there was no escape.

[730architect]

fashion killa - swerveintyre

(swerve strickland x drew mcintyre)

ao3

first swerveintyre fic yay! i don't know how to write men at all so i just chose to yurify them because it is my right. swerve is a fashion designer + boutique owner and drew is her late night walk-in client. also i dont care that they're in different companies and have never interacted they are meant to be in ways that i cannot explain. anyways enjoy my darlings <3

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wc: 3.7k

tags: tension, unresolved sexual tension, fem swerve strickland/drew mcintyre, useless lesbians, lots of flirting, kinda rambled at the end sorry

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It was forty-five minutes until closing and Swerve Strickland was lounging around her boutique alone. She finished serving what seemed to be her final customer of the night, a middle aged man looking for an anniversary gift for his wife. It was one of Swerve’s self-designed pieces, as they all were. A midi length dress the color of the midnight sky, with fine glitter mimicking the stars. It was one of her tamer designs but she expected nothing more from the kind eyed man purchasing the gift.

Swerve gets up from her spot on the plush lounge chair near the fitting rooms and makes her way to the back of the store to her office. She walks in and shuts the door behind her, immediately taking off her large fur coat and tossing it onto her office chair, leaving her in a sheer black top, burgundy bell bottoms, and matching fur boots. She picks up her purse and rummages inside for her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She was attempting to quit but after the long day she’s had, she felt that she deserved it. 

She places a cigarette between her lips, her lipstick leaving a maroon ring around the tip of it as she strikes her lighter and holds it to the butt, cupping the flame with her other hand. Swerve inhales deeply, the heat of the smoke traveling down to her lungs, warming her from the inside out. Balancing the cigarette between her ring-clad fingers, she pulls it from her mouth and exhales slowly. Smoke billows around her head, almost like a halo as she reflects on the day she’s had. Placing the cigarette back between her lips she grabs the notepad on her desk and a pen, jotting down a couple notes to come back to the following day. 

Before she’s able to finish writing down her thoughts, she hears the familiar twinkle of the bell that adorns the front entrance to the store. “Who the hell shows up to a boutique 30 minutes before they close?” Swerve mutters to herself, annoyed. 

“Hello?” a woman’s voice calls out from the front. Her thick Scottish accent slices through the air like a sword. Swerve quickly puts out her barely used cigarette sadly and throws her fur coat back on before walking out to greet the woman, praying that she wouldn’t take too much out of her evening. 

“Hi there, welcome to Swerve’s House! How can I help you tonight?” Swerve begins. Her greeting spills from her mouth like she’s on autopilot as she smooths her hands over the ponytail her locs have been swept into, words trailing off slightly when she lays eyes on the woman in her store. 

It’s safe to say Swerve has never seen anyone like Drew before. Her raven hair reaches past her strong shoulders. Her jeans do little to hide the sheer girth of her thighs while abs of steel threaten to tear through her white tank top that appears about 2 sizes too small. Scuffed black boots adorn her feet and a leather jacket hangs over one of her forearms, allowing Swerve to appreciate her defined biceps. Drew is fiddling with the hem of one of the tops on display when Swerve walks in, her smooth voice compelling her to stop what she’s doing and turn around. She takes in Swerve’s appearance with an unreadable expression, blue eyes slowly analyzing every single inch of her. 

“Hey um… sorry I know it’s late n’all but I was wonderin’ if I could maybe get a quick fitting. If not, I totally understand.” Drew asks almost sultrily, although it doesn’t sound like she’s trying to be. Her accent has Swerve woozy as she digs her stiletto nails into the palm of her hand to keep her composure. 

“Sure, it’s no problem at all.” Swerve answers, finding herself looking anywhere but at Drew. She takes a breath and reaches up to take off her sunglasses, forcing herself to make eye contact. “I’m Swerve.” She introduces herself steadily, walking over and reaching her hand out for a handshake. Drew doesn’t look down at her extended hand and just observes her for another moment, her gaze sending a shiver up Swerve’s spine.

“I’m Drew. It’s nice to meet you, Swerve.” Drew finally replies, grasping Swerve’s hand with her calloused one and shaking it slowly yet firmly. Her eyes trail down Swerve’s figure one last time, lingering on the cleavage spilling from the v-cut in her top before meeting back at her dark eyes. 

Swerve can feel her hand start sweating so she pulls away from the handshake which she decided had lasted long enough anyway. She clears her throat before asking, “So what exactly are you looking to get fitted for?” She places her glasses into the neckline of her top and takes her jacket off once more, tossing it behind the counter before turning back to Drew with her hands on her hips. 

“Well, I’m a personal trainer and I’m hoping to get a new athletic set or two. The ones I got are fine but I’m pretty picky and they don’t satisfy me the way I’m sure you can.” Drew replies, head tilted downward slightly so she can make eye contact with her. Even in heels, Swerve still can’t quite match Drew’s impressive height. 

Swerve’s eyebrows raise slightly, intrigued. Drew had been in her store for less than 10 minutes and she was already flirting with her? A small smile tugs at her lips at the prospect, welcoming that familiar warmth swells her chest as she regains her confidence once more. “Personal trainer, huh? Now isn’t that interesting?” Swerve smiles, tooth gems glinting in the light. “Well you’ll be happy to hear that we can help you in any way that we can. Our athletic wear is very popular.” She remarks as she walks behind the checkout counter, grabbing some measuring tape out of a drawer and draping it over her neck. She pokes around the drawer for a moment longer until she retrieves her prescription lenses and a small notepad with a pen to record Drew’s measurements. Normally, Swerve wouldn’t take fittings this late but she was more than willing to make an exception for Drew.

“If you wanna follow me into our fitting room I can help you out. I don’t mind staying late for you.” Swerve says as she leans against the doorway leading to the fitting rooms, playing with the end of the measuring tape. Her dark eyes danced with a hint of mischief and her voice wrapped itself around Drew’s brain like a boa constrictor, making her slightly lightheaded. It orchestrated itself in a way like a puppeteer controlled a marionette. Drew had known this woman for only a few moments but was willing to follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. She nods, not trusting her voice to reveal her true desires. She walks past Swerve and into the fitting room, sneaking a quick glance over to her, heart beginning to pound when she notices Swerve’s brown eyes searing into hers. 

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The fitting room was complete with an entire wall of floor to ceiling mirrors, a velvet chair, and an elevated circular platform where the client would stand as they were being fitted. There was an area off to the side that was closed off with a curtain, which Drew assumed people could change in and out of their clothes if need be. Swerve walks in behind her and puts her glasses on, a fashionable plum shade with large square frames, before fidgeting with the light switch until they reach her desired brightness. As she does, she turns her head back to look at Drew, locs swinging as she does. “You can set your jacket down on the chair if you’d like until we’re finished. It shouldn't take long.” Swerve says. 

Drew obliges and sets her leather jacket down. She crosses her large arms and turns back to face Swerve who’s already looking at her with a hungry glint in her eyes. It wasn’t just Drew that excited her, it was the prospect of being able to create something new out of a couple numbers. The idea of seeing Drew in clothes that she made herself, god… the feeling was indescribable. Swerve takes a deep breath and wards off any impure thoughts that had plagued her. She was with a client and she needed to conduct herself with professionalism, no matter how attracted she was to her. 

Swerve clears her throat and adjusts her glasses before saying, “Now before we get started, I am gonna have to ask you to strip down to your underwear and bra. It just makes the process easier for me when there isn't any stray fabric in the way. And I’m sure you want as perfect of a fit as possible.” 

Drew smirks and rolls her eyes playfully, which Swerve is sure makes her legs buckle slightly. “If you wanted to see me naked you could’ve just asked, ya know.” Drew teases, uncrossing her arms and reaching for her belt buckle. Swerve feels her neck heat as she watches her undo it. 

“Oh, there’s a changing room over there…” Swerve begins, voice trailing off as she watches Drew's large fingers drag her zipper down slowly. 

“I think I’m alright, thanks though babe. Like you said, this should be quick.” Drew replies, a smile tugging at her lips and prominent in her voice. Swerve isn’t sure where to look as Drew pulls her jeans off, revealing her gray boxers and strapping thighs. Swerve eventually decides to reach into her back pocket and flip through her notepad for a blank page, desperate for some sort of a distraction before she loses her mind completely. She writes the date and Drew’s name at the top of the page, glancing up when she’s finished to be met with the sight of Drew tossing her tank into the pile of her clothes on the floor next to her. 

“Ready?” Swerve asks, thanking whatever divine power had ensured her voice would sound stronger than she felt at the moment. Drew looks at her, pushing her hair out of her face. “Sure am.” she replies, accent sounding like velvet. 

Swerve nods and directs her to the platform in the middle of the room. “If I could just have you stand right there, I’ll be able to get started.” she says pointing to the X in the center and pulling the pen out from her pocket, sticking it behind her ear adorned with various piercings that twinkled with each step. 

Drew follows her directions obediently, replying with a quiet “yes ma’am” and Swerve isn’t sure if her lack of clothing is what debilitated her confidence. Not that there should’ve been any reason considering Drew had a build rivaling that of a Greek God’s, but regardless it was endearing. Perhaps now Swerve would be able to actually do her job without any flirty remarks in her ear every minute. 

Drew positions herself in front of Swerve on the platform, now towering over her even more since it added about 3 inches to her already staggering height. Swerve found herself conveniently face to face with Drew’s sports bra. 

Great, she thinks to herself, swallowing deeply. She steps back a bit and makes slight adjustments to Drew’s posture and stance. Her fingers were feather-light, like the kisses of an angel, but for some reason Drew felt as if she was burning with every touch. When Swerve was finally satisfied, she nodded to herself confidently and grabbed the measuring tape from around her neck. She found herself back in that mode she was always in when taking on a new project. 

She begins by measuring Drew’s waist, glancing up at her every time her fingers brushed over her stomach. Poor Drew looked like she was holding her breath the entire time, eyes wide almost in awe. Swerve laughs to herself internally as she records her measurements. 

Oh, how the mighty have fallen she thinks to herself, amused. 

Swerve moves onto her thighs, positioning herself on her knees on the floor in front of Drew so she’s more comfortable. Drew looks down at her and swears she feels the room start spinning. Out of all boutiques she could’ve chosen she had to choose the one with an owner that looked like an angel sent straight from heaven? Swerve wraps the measuring tape around her thigh, taking note of the impressive size. She decides that just measuring her in silence isn’t doing anything to help either of their nerves so she starts some small talk. 

“So what specifically are you looking to get made?” Swerve asks, peeking up at her. 

“Uh well, I’m not really sure. Like I said, I’m a personal trainer so obviously athletic gear. I dunno, maybe some shorts and a jacket or two? Maybe a sweatshirt as well.” Drew answers, feeling much calmer now. She was positive that if she had to sit through the rest of the fitting in silence with Swerve’s hands all over her she would’ve done something drastic. 

Swerve nods along respectfully, reaching up to grip Drew’s hips so she can shift her position slightly before she measures them. “What made you get into personal training?” She asks, reverting back into her automated lineup of questions she asked every client as her mind was preoccupied with designs and ideas based on Drew’s answer. 

“I mean I’ve been a fitness junkie my whole life, obviously.” Drew begins, hands motioning to her physique until Swerve snaps her head back up at her, a serious expression clouding over her features. 

“Don't move.” She reprimands before returning to her original task. Drew returns her hands to her sides, mumbling a soft “sorry” under her breath. Swerve disregards her apology, grabbing her notepad to put down another measurement. “Keep going.” she remarks. 

Drew’s heart is pounding, no one has been that stern with her since she was still in school. It almost turns her on, the way Swerve’s voice cracked through the air like a whip. Drew takes a breath and continues where she left off. 

“Yeah so I’ve been into fitness my whole life, and so I decided to make a livin’ out of it. Now I get to improve my physical condition and other people’s at the same time.” She states, eyes following Swerve as she rises to her feet, finished with Drew’s lower body. 

“I’m not sure how much more improvement needs to be made, I mean look at you.” Swerve comments, admiring her as she threads the tape through her fingers, preparing to measure Drew’s upper body. 

Drew smiles sheepishly. “There's always improvement to be made.” she responds, the tips of her ears heating. She looks down at Swerve, gaze softening when she sees the small smile on her face. A voice in the back of Drew’s head compels her to tell Swerve how beautiful she is but she shuts it down, fearful that it would make her uncomfortable. Instead she chooses to get lost in her eyes, which isn’t much easier of a task. A milkyway of various shades of brown makes up Swerve’s iris, eyes encapsulated in feathery eyelashes and slightly smudged eyeliner. Drew wanted nothing more than to be consumed by her. To be used and picked apart and put back together again by her nimble fingers. 

Swerve chuckles. “Whatever you say, sugar.” she says, charmed by Drew’s answer. “Well, if I could have you step back a bit so I can stand up there with you. It’s a bit hard to measure your upper body when you’re half a foot taller than me.” she says as she smiles up at Drew and so do the stones encrusted onto her teeth. 

Drew complies and steps back as far as she can in order to make room for her. Swerve steps up, heels thumping with each move. She and Drew are nearly chest to chest before she attempts to step back a bit and give them both some space. Swerve stumbles as her heel catches over the ledge, almost falling to the floor before Drew reaches out to catch her. 

“Shit, sorry about that.” Swerve apologizes, slightly embarrassed. Her glasses have slid to the tip of her nose from her trip, making Drew’s heart warm at how sweet she looked all flustered like this. 

“No need to apologize. Are you okay?” Drew asks after helping her regain her footing. She finds herself still holding Swerve close despite her now being on level ground. Drew releases her quickly, cursing herself internally. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for that.” Swerve laughs softly, pushing her glasses up. Drew laughs lightly with her but her arms ache to have Swerve back in them. She soon feels them being tapped and snaps out of her daydream to register its Swerve signaling for her to hold them out. Swerve measures her wingspan, careful not to trip again, and makes note of her computations. All while Drew is committed to registering every single one of Swerve’s features to her memory. If she’s never this close to her after this moment, she wants to make sure she remembers the dip of Swerve’s collarbone, the depth of her skin, the sweetness of her scent. Drew needed to remember it all. 

Finally, Swerve had reached her final step: Drew’s chest. “Last bit.” She says softly, fingers pressing against the muscle of Drew’s shoulder as she holds the end of the measuring tape against it. She grazes her hand across the skin of Drew’s chest, leaving behind a searing trail as she slides her hand over to her other shoulder and lays the tape against it. “40.5 centimeters. Impressive.” Swerve announces before finally stepping down from the platform. She scribbles the number and some extra notes into her notepad before tucking it back into her back pocket. 

“Well, I guess we’re done.” Drew comments, feeling a bit awkward after being in such close contact with her. 

Swerve nods and takes off her glasses and folds them up. “We are.” She confirms, feeling a bit disappointed herself. “I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and I’ll have my contact information ready by the time you’re done.” She says while taking Drew in while she’s still in minimal clothing for what probably would be the last time. Swerve turns on her heel and walks out of the fitting room, granting Drew the privacy she had promised. 

Drew stands there for a moment after Swerve leaves, eyes still on the door she walked out of. She sighs to herself before reluctantly stepping off of the platform and walking to her pile of now wrinkled clothes. She slowly begins to redress herself but her mind is inhabited by Swerve the entire time. Drew had just refastened her belt when Swerve walked back in with a scrap of paper in her hand. 

“Sorry, we’re out of business cards but I figured this would do.” Swerve says apologetically. She hands Drew the piece of paper, swearing a part of her comes alive when their fingers brush one last time. 

“Thanks.” Drew replies before she remembers something. “Oh I should probably give you my contact information too, shouldn't I?” she asks, tucking the paper into the back pocket of her jeans. Swerve nods in agreement. “Yeah, sure thing.” she says as she beckons for Drew to follow her back to the front. 

Swerve tears a piece of paper and retrieves a pen, placing both in front of Drew at the checkout counter. Drew writes her name and phone number before handing it back to Swerve. Swerve glances at it quickly before tucking it into her own pocket. Drew McIntyre. The name bounced around her head relentlessly from that point forward. “Thank you for stopping by.” Swerve tells her. 

“Thanks for taking me. How much do I owe you for the fitting?” Drew asks, reaching into her coat pocket for her wallet before Swerve stops her.

“You don’t owe me anything, don't worry about it. I’ve got all I need.” Swerve assured her with a grin.

“Are you sure? It’s really no trouble at all.” Drew insists, feeling guilty that she had walked in this late with no appointment and was about to leave without providing her with any sort of compensation. 

“I’m positive.” Swerve affirms, her smile never fading. “It was nice to meet you, Drew McIntyre. I’ll keep in touch in regards to your designs.” She promises. 

“I look forward to hearing from you, Swerve Strickland.” Drew replies, a smile of her own forming on her face. “I assume you’re heading out after this, no?” She asks. 

Swerve nods. “I am, I just need to grab my stuff from the back and lock up.” she answers. “Why, you wanna walk me out?” she smirks.

“That is, if you wouldn’t mind.” Drew says, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully. 

Swerve’s heart warms as she agrees, telling Drew to stay there while she grabs her belongings. She hurries to the back and throws her purse over her shoulder, searching for the store keys inside. She locates them as she walks back to the front of the store where Drew still waited and sets her purse down only to put it back on after she’s thrown on her fur coat. Swerve beckons Drew to follow, which she does dutifully, as she turns off all the lights in her store on their way out. Drew insists on opening the door for her once they reach it despite Swerve arriving first which was incredibly touching. 

Drew stands by as Swerve locks the door to the store, jiggling the handle after to insure it was indeed locked. Once she’s sure that it is she turns around to face Drew. Her hair danced in the light breeze, framing her face beautifully. Swerve was never one to ever be at such a loss for words but this time, she truly found herself rendered speechless. 

“I guess I should go.” Swerve says a bit reluctantly.

“So should I.” replies Drew, equally as unwilling. 

“I’ll call you.” Swerve promises with a small smile. And she would, perhaps not just for business but for other reasons as well. 

“And I’ll answer.” Drew smiles back.  

Maybe this would work out differently than they both anticipated. 

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[findroleplay]

Hello! I'm Q, a fun and admittedly very addicted to Genshin Impact/Genshin, person (She/Her) If you're wanting to learn more about me here's what I offer in a roleplay! I am 21 btw

What I offer

-Novella post writing at least 300 PER character, meaning if I'm playing at least 3 characters expect for me to write 900 in a post if not more. (Please note I usually average around 400-600 per character, but I always list my lowest)

-Willing to provide writing examples for those interested to see if we'll mesh or not

-DOUBLES UP, this means that I am willing to scratch your back if you scratch mine. You want someone to play Alhaitham or Childe for you I can play them if you play X or Z for me!

-Capable of depicting a vast array of characters, from the crazed to the innocent.

-Preference for Discord for RP, I don't use Tumblr enough to know how to maneuver its mechanics.

-Writes 3rd person, responds relatively quickly to RP posts with waits being no longer than a week in a half unless otherwise stated.

What I'm looking for in a partner

-IS 18+ NO EXCEPTIONS, MINORS DNI

-Matches my writing capabilities + mirrors my length if possible (Understand short replies every now and then, but I absolutely will not stand for weightless paragraphs or one-liners. Just not my thing, please understand!)

-Is willing to provide a writing example to ensure that we're a good fit.

-Is willing to brainstorm! This is a BIG thing, plus would be even cooler if they are capable of accepting "but what if this?" add ons too!

-Understanding that if a reply isn't up to standard or does NOT have a desirable outcome for either my side or yours, that we can BOTH be able to say "Hey I know you had a vision with this, but I can't really add my own vision to this, can we maybe brainstorm to figure out how to better work your reply without stealing your agency or removing a characters personality" (I get into the brain of my character while writing, trust me I have fifty fucking ways for a character to respond or react to a situation, I have no problem reworking something if it's needed LMAO, hell I'm usually the first that will ask "Hey is this really the desired outcome you want or do we want to make rethink things and brainstorm together?")

-IS OKAY WITH POLY SHIPS AS ALL MY SHIPS ARE POLY SHIPS!!! AS WELL AS M/M COTNENT AS THAT WILL BE A THING IN THE POLY SHIPS

-Is alright with smut/erotic rps (Does not have to be the main plot, just something that happens every now and then)

Who I can play

Experience writing them in long-term rps: Childe (<My most experienced muse of mine), Xiao, Albedo, Itto, Shenhe, Diluc, Thoma, Kaeya

Those who I feel comfortable writing, but might not have much experience with: Alhaitham, Kaveh, Ayato, Wrio, Scaramouche, Lisa, Yae, Jean, Ningguang, Cyno,

If you don't see who you'd want me to rp as there, just feel free to ask! I uh, admittedly didn't feel like writing everyone. LMAO The only ones who I won't do romantic relationships with are the child-like characters this means any character on a child model like Dori or Diona (actually how fucking old are those two???) One could argue that Bennett and Razor are children as well, but I'm a little more lenient and will be fine with aging them up or making them look more grown.

Please note that I like to put research into a character (meaning I can almost assure you that anyone on or off this list will have their bios read, any unfinished quests finished, and so on), and while I don't necessarily expect my partner to do the same, I do expect them to at least put effort into portraying a character as accurately as they can.

Who I'm seeking a partner to play

Bold is who I am seeking my partner to play, the oc and unbolded character will be the ones I am playing. Unless otherwise stated these are closed Triad relationships.

Zhongli x OC x Azhdaha

Scaramouche x OC x Childe

Kaveh x OC x Alhaitham (NO PREFERENCE FOR CANON CHARACTER PLAYED)

Neuvillette x OC x Wriothesley

Tighnari x OC x Cyno

Itto x oc x Gorou

Kaveh x oc x oc

I might have other ships so if for some reason you can't find anyone you can play, let me know and maybe we can work something out!

-

[newgenog]

REVENGE

Notes first: I've been working on this #Wildmoore #FanFic for a while, and decided to release it in time for #WildmooreWeek.

This fic is an AU based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. I felt like there were a lot of really cool parallels between the characters, and thought it would be fun to reimagine #Batwoman so that Ryan Wilder had a more deliberate pursuit for vengeance. If you're familiar with the show and the characters, you should be able to see who's who, but I'll try to spell out the matches in the end notes when I can (without creating too many spoilers). Finally, all I'm sharing for #wmw23 is chapter one, but I'm going to break it up and post it here over the 7 days (because it's pretty long). I'll pull everything together and post it on Ao3 on Day 7. I'll probably continue in this fashion for the length of the story, because it takes me a while to write the chapters, and I don't want to keep you all waiting too long. And, without further ado...

CHAPTER ONE - DECEPTION (Part One)

Summary: Robyn Wilde, formerly Ryan Wilder, makes connections and sets the stage for her revenge. Wildmoore Week Prompt: Nanny

MEMORIAL DAY: THE SOIREE, MONDAY, 5:00 P.M.

Ryan is standing on the Gotham City Yacht Club deck, looking through a pair of binoculars down at the yacht party where her mark is located. Every step she takes towards her destination will be made with intention. She needs to know who is already on the boat compared to who RSVP’d to attend, and those most likely to crash but who haven't arrived yet. She knows every face and background, and has a prepared conversation for anyone she might encounter. However, her plan is to only interact with specific people that will lead her to Kate Kane. 

It’s a rare, beautiful summer day, without even a breeze running from the water to Amusement Mile. While planning a yacht party in the typically gray city was always a risk, this time of year tended to behave favorably. So, the Kanes played the odds and continued with their annual Soiree. Everyone who was anyone, or wanted to be someone was in attendance. The party was invite-only, but guests were allowed to bring others, because more people meant more press. So, if you knew someone who knew someone, you could spend the afternoon indulging in top-of-the-line champaign and the highest quality Hors D'oeuvres that money could buy. 

The Kanes were well known, and admired by as many as they were judged by. They made regular contributions to charities, including the donations that came out of their summer Soiree - invited guests were expected to bid on various offerings from local businesses, or to make sizable grants to the foundations promoted during the event if they preferred that to what was being auctioned. This kept those who would loudly criticize them for their lavish, nanny and waitstaff-filled lives at bay, because the community had become dependent on contributions from the event over the years. Nonetheless, it was clearly all for show, because they never frequented those businesses, and had no relationships with the individuals who operated them. All of it was handled by the event planners to generate positive PR for social media and news outlets. 

Ryan’s pathway to infiltrating the Kanes begins with their playgirl daughter, Kate, who she’s spotted talking with her step sister Mary Hamilton and a woman she didn’t expect to see. A tall, modelesque Black woman in a wide brimmed hat and oversized sunglasses that make her look like she belongs with them even though her demeanor suggests she’s uncomfortable. Reading body language, and anticipating a person’s feelings and reactions is a critical skill that Ryan has honed. The long-legged woman in a tangerine blazer and short set, with caramel braids falling down her back isn’t sure she should be at this party. Ryan can’t really afford any detours from her plan, but she is confident that she can handle one small variable. She tucks the binoculars back into her duffle bag, and heads to the yacht club's locker room to store her gear and give herself one last look before she begins her journey towards revenge. 

~~~~~

5 DAYS EARLIER: THE LOFT, WEDNESDAY, 11:00 AM

Luke carries an extra large box through the brown door with glazed windows, into Ryan’s new penthouse loft. While it shouldn’t be new, because she almost lived here once before, that chance had been taken from her almost 13 years ago. At the time, this was a two bedroom apartment that she and her mom were moving into. It has since been renovated and opened up to become a one bedroom with a huge master closet and a relatively open floor plan, with the exception of a couple of glass walls separating the kitchen and living area.

Luke: “Aren’t you the one who’s been training to take down a linebacker for the better part of a decade? Why am I stuck with the big box?”

Ryan gently places her wooden box with the symbol for unconditional love etched into its lid and filled with everything her mom passed down to her before her life was brutally taken, onto the kitchen counter, while Luke all but drops the box onto the floor. 

Ryan: “Because we need to keep up appearances. And break it, you buy it.” 

Luke: “What’s even in it? Bricks?”

Ryan: “Equipment.” 

Luke: “That’s not mysterious…”

Ryan opens the smaller box and looks at the last picture she has with her mom, which will never get hung in this place. 

Ryan: “We’re home, Mama.” 

Luke comes up behind her and looks at the picture. 

Luke: “Probably weird to be back here…”

Ryan quickly places the picture back in the box, closes the lid, and slides it in the empty cupboard above the stove where a vent would typically be, but the built-in microwave serves that purpose now. She turns to face Luke, with a determined expression on her face.

Ryan: “No…She wanted this place for us. And not coming back would just be letting them keep what they tried to take from us. I’m going to get it all back for her.” 

Luke: “So, where do we start?”

Evan: “Knock knock?”

Ryan quickly shifts her expression into one with ease and lightness. 

Ryan: “Right here, right now…EVAN! You made it!” 

Evan: “Robyn! This place is incredible! Modern vintage? Your agent must be amazing to have found such a gem before it was even listed!”

Instead, Ryan had one of her contacts offer the prior renter a job out of the country that started in the same week that she was beginning her own new job. When the renter said they’d be breaking a lease and would need a sign-on bonus to cover the cost, their boss-to-be agreed to their counter offer, and also said they knew of someone who was moving to Gotham and urgently looking for an apartment. The switch was seamless. 

Ryan met Evan earlier that morning while getting an iced coffee with oat milk at their favorite Java spot, where they went every single morning at 7AM sharp. She’d ordered right before them, paying with cash, and leaving her change to pay for the coffee of the person behind her. Evan caught her at the napkin and sugar bar, sprinkling brown sugar on top of her drink, and came over to introduce themselves, having never seen her before after months of the same daily routine. 

Evan: “Evan Blake, they/them. Thanks for the coffee newbie.”  Ryan: “Robyn Wilde, she/her. You’re welcome, and it’s nice to meet you!”

Ryan, of course already knew who they were, and that they would be there, and how to make them fall in love with her so that they'd be instant best friends who absolutely had to hang out before the day was over. 

Ryan: “I think it was just meant to be.”

Evan: “Just like us, new bestie! And who’s this handsome gentleman with excellent taste in suits?”

Ryan: “You said your name was Larry?”

Luke rolled his eyes, and reached out his hand to shake Evan’s. 

Luke: “Luke. We just met downstairs.”

Ryan: “That’s right! Luke offered to help me carry this box upstairs when he saw me get it out of my trunk.”

Evan: “Honey, you know Robyn’s into the ladies, right? But I’m free tonight.” 

Luke: “Thank you, but she and I have the same taste, and I was just offering because the box looked big enough for her to fit inside of it.”

Ryan: “We’ve known each other for five minutes, and you’re already making short jokes?”

Evan: “I find a sense of humor very sexy.” 

Luke: “Robyn, Evan, it was nice to meet you, but I’ve got to get back to work.” 

Evan gets close to Ryan and speaks in a hushed tone.

Evan: “He’s working somewhere pretty fancy in that Armani suit.” 

Ryan: “It was nice to meet you, Luke. Thanks for the help! And, speaking of work, I appreciate you breaking from your bitchy boss to spend your lunch with me.”

Evan: “Please. It’s so intense over there right now, I’m glad for the break. I just told her I’d be checking in on some of the vendors for the event next week while I was here. So she’s not expecting me back for a while, anyway.” 

Ryan: “What’s the event again? And you said they were the Cranes?” 

Evan: “The Kanes. Girl, you’re going to need to get better at names if you’re going to be spending time with the wasps in this part of Gotham. Anyway, it’s their annual, Memorial Day Soiree. The event that kicks off all of the good deed events for the summer.” 

The Kanes are at the top of the one percenters in Gotham, with Jacob Kane being the founder of The Crows, which was initially private security for the rich and famous, but expanded beyond its scope of governance because the GCPD wasn’t keeping the local riff-raff far enough away from its clients. To add to their wealth and comforts, Jacob had married Catherine Hamilton, CEO of Hamilton Dynamics, the leading defense company that backed The Crows when it came to fruition. An arm of the company was working to make strides in how technology was leveraged for healthcare. Their designs were so advanced and required such high-quality materials that only those with the greatest access and means had ever benefited from their creations. And, because what wealthy family doesn't also own more property than they can live in, if for nothing else besides for tax write-offs, they'd also bought and managed apartments and condos under the brand Kane Properties, though that had dwindled down to this last building, which Ryan was now residing in.

Ryan still can't believe that this building, that used to be in one of the most overlooked areas of Gotham, where cops might not even come in time to save you if you needed them at the wrong time of day or you weren’t the right person making the call, had been gentrified to the point that she was neighbors with people who drive Jaguars as their commuter cars. When the Kanes realized that the area was turning and that they couldn't ignore this building anymore, they decided to flip it.

Ryan: “Good deed events?” 

Evan: “Yes! The rich love to make a big show of giving their money away to us little folks as an excuse to throw fancy events while the sun’s out. They started them back up when both of their twins came home, to cover up the misdeeds of the bad twin and show off the glory of the good twin. And their youngest, who’s really the best of them and is on her way to being an MD, is almost of no concern to them, which is a huge miss since her social media following is at least a quarter of the attendees with big pockets.” 

Ryan: “There’s a good twin and a bad twin? Why does this sound like a Lindsay Lohen movie?” 

Evan: “More like the Olsens. There’s a Mary, a Kate, AND a Beth!” 

Ryan: “You’re kidding!! Too bad there’s no Ashley. What’s their mom’s name?”

Evan: “I am not! Except, the twins are Kate and Beth. And Catherine Hamilton is actually Mary’s mom. Their father, Jacob Kane, married her just a short year after their mom’s car was driven off of the road by a big, yellow school bus, and over a bridge with them inside of it. Kate was able to grab her sister and swim to safety, but Beth always wished Kate had saved their mother instead.” 

Ryan: “Well, you’re certainly well informed.” 

Evan: “Oh yeah, we go way back! Kate and I were really close in high school. She’s always been unapologetically out, and she was the only person I could talk to when I figured out being referred to as him all of the time felt like being called out of my name. She was my prom date! And Mary has been fighting for attention by being a perfect angel forever, and all it does is make them ignore her more, but she’s absolutely lovely. Beth is evil incarnate.” 

Ryan: “But you work for their mom? Planning these events?” 

Evan: “Among other things. I’m a scholarship kid who went to school with all of them, so I have to actually work my way up to CEO, no offense.” 

Ryan: “None taken.” 

Evan: “I’ve got goals, honey! I’m an entrepreneur. They’ll all see how fabulous I make the Kanes look, and be begging me to do the same for them in no time. Then I’ll hire a team, and I can be the queen of my own ship!” 

Ryan: “So, what’s going to make you look your best at this event?”

Evan: “Besides my Dior, making them have such a fantastic time, and feel so competitive from the richness they’re surrounded by that they want to spend all of their money to remind everyone they have it. It costs a grand to even walk through the door, but I need them to drop at least ten of those, or I’m going to have to spend my summer chasing them down and convincing them to give back to the community that they don’t actually give two shits about.” 

Ryan: “Hey, you know at least one person who does actually care, and that you wouldn’t have to chase down.” 

Evan: “Seriously? You would come? It would make it soooo much more fun for me if you were there!”

Ryan: “Of course I’d come. I’ve gotta start putting faces to all of these names at some point, anyway.” 

And just like that, Ryan’s plan was in motion. 

~~~~~

13 YEARS AGO: THE LOFT

Ryan: “Mama, why don’t we have the same last name?”  Cora Lewis had just finished signing the leasing agreement and collecting the keys for their new apartment that sat above the restaurant she had recently opened. She had been working for the Kane family as their personal chef, and had managed the catering for their frequent, large events until she’d saved enough money to open her own restaurant. She’d named it Big Bellies, because she wanted everyone who walked in to walk out feeling stuffed. Cora had spent so many years taking care of The Kanes, that when she’d informed them she was interested in opening her restaurant in the building, they suggested she and her daughter move into the apartment that sat above it, and they even discounted her lease for both properties to help her get a head start (and as an early Christmas gift). It was the perfect way for her and Ryan to start this next chapter of their lives.  Ryan had clearly been chewing on a question as they’d begun their climb up the stairway. Cora: “I’ve actually been waiting to see if you’d ever ask about it. Honestly, I didn’t want to take the choice from you. Your birth mother named you Ryan Wilder, and that’s a connection you still have to her. You and I have been able to make lots of other connections in these 14 years.” Ryan: “I guess that makes sense. It is nice to know I keep some part of her with me. But, do you ever feel bad that we don’t have the same name?” Cora: “Not at all. I met your mother, and while she couldn’t keep you, she did love you very much. I’m glad she was able to name you, and I think she chose a name that fits you well. But you know if you ever want to change your name, I think Lewis would fit you well too, in any way you might want to incorporate it.”  Ryan grinned, and Cora could tell that she was going to sit with that idea for a bit before coming to a conclusion. Ryan: “I figured out that I want a yellow comforter for my bed.”  Cora: “That sounds about right.”  Ryan: “Are you trying to say I’m predictable?” Cora: “Do you think I’ve suddenly forgotten my daughter’s favorite color? And I’ll bet you’d like a plaid pattern, too.” Ryan: “Okay, okay. You’ve made your point.” When they arrived in front of their new brown door with glazed windows, Cora slid the key into the lock, turned the knob, and quickly swung the door open, enthusiastically greeting their new apartment. And then all hell broke loose! Because The Kanes owned the building, one of their twin daughters, Beth Kane and her friends (who went by the Wonderland Gang and nicknamed Beth Alice because of her access to hallucinogenic drugs such as snakebite) would party in the vacant apartment. The unit was in a lower income area, and their parents’ friends wouldn’t be aware of their comings and goings. The teenagers (panicked and under the influence) overreacted to Cora and Ryan’s seemingly abrupt entrance into the apartment, and several of them attacked the two ladies. Ryan’s instincts kicked in, and she tried to fight the teenager’s back, to protect her mama. Completely unexpectedly, one of the teenagers pulled a revolver on Ryan.  Ryan: “Come on. You’re not really going to use that thing!”  The kid cocked the gun as a final warning, and Cora jumped in between them, unable to risk her daughter’s life. Startled, the kid pulled the trigger, and Cora was shot in close range. The property manager was still downstairs packing up his things. He called the police when he heard the gunshot. Beth watched the confrontation between her friends and the new tenants go down from a corner of the room. When Cora’s body hit the floor, and Ryan dropped to her knees screaming, Beth yelled for her friends to run. Everyone who followed her orders escaped. When the police arrived, they tried to pull Ryan away from her mother and she lost it, flailing frantically and demanding that they let her go. She and a couple of the more intoxicated children who did not leave with the rest of their friends were apprehended. 

~~~~~

To be continued...

End Notes:

I hope you gathered that Ryan is Robyn, and only Luke knows that's her real name. ;)

If you're curious about who's who (or just want confirmation because you think you've figured it out), you'll have to wait until Day 7 for any specific matching.

All #Batwoman things I do now are also in the name of #SaveBatwoman. Go follow all the social handles and support the cause, please.

*NEW NOTE* I'm trying to make sure I can spread this out over 7 days, so I moved the last section that was previously in part one to part two, in case you're re-reading and confused.

[pois1ns]

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛 , 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖪 𝖨 𝖣𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤

━━━━━━━━ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 ! 🩷

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 🩷 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻. 🩷

[ 1 ] :   INTRO.  hi! my name is mae, i'm 25, i use she/her pronouns & i go by est. this is my highly - selective, low activity rp blog for angel dust of "haz.bin hotel." icon border, header template, theme template & psd are both by jessources. all graphics here are made by me unless stated otherwise.

[ 2 ] :   ETIQUETTE.  you know the rules.  no godmodding, bigotry, racism, forcing ships, or hate of any kind . just be a decent person i don't do well with drama & i dislike callout culture & i won't be participating in it in any way. of course i want to know who to avoid, but i would prefer these things to be handled & discussed privately & maturely. if any drama occurs or has occurred with someone i know, i am open to discussing it calmly & in private. another thing i won't tolerate is hate for certain ships or characters on this blog. i am here to explore all dynamics.

[ 3 ] :   FOLLOWING.  if i follow you,  it means i want to write with you! . if not, it's likely because i can't see our muses clicking well or that i am unfamiliar with the fandom. i will soft block if you don't make an effort to interact with me ooc or ic for some time. i will block you if you break any of my rules.

[ 4 ] :   TRIGGERS & NSFW. triggers you might find on this blog include: themes of heavy drug use/substance abuse, addiction, SA, suicidal ideation, SW slurs, self harm, child abuse, abusive relationships, guns, depression, and disassociation. i will be tagging triggers as: "trigger cw" & will happily tag anything if asked. my own triggers include: dissociation/depersonalization/derealization, body horror, trypophobia, & eye gore. i'm happy to write nsfw themes so long as we've spoken beforehand! obviously, there will be sexual themes here as well. i will never write it with anyone who is uncomfortable with doing so; i, however, am perfectly fine writing it. sidenote: angel is intersex as well as hypersexual - he is also a gay man; while he does provide his services to and work with women, he does it for that reason only. i will only be shipping angel with non-female muses.

[ 5 ] :   ACTIVITY & FORMATTING.  my activity is typically sporadic no matter the blog. i do have a life outside of rp & my own mental health to look after. sometimes i'm able to write many replies a day, others only one or none at all. patience in regards to replies is much appreciated & expected. my lengths are usually multi para but they can be shorter or longer depending. never be afraid to send random asks, multiple memes, or turn answers into threads! i love collecting a variety of prompts, but i’m privy to deleting them if they’ve been sitting for awhile or if i can’t think of anything good enough, same goes for threads. sometimes i’ll post one-liner starter calls, but you never have to match my length exactly but i do expect something to go off of. i use small, bold, & italic text. you also do not have to match my formatting & i implore you to tell me if you need it changed for accessibility purposes. my eyesight is not the best, so i ask you to please avoid screenshot-ed replies or using too much fancy text.

[ 6 ] :   SHIPPING. i love shipping with all my heart, exploring dynamics no matter what they may entail is my favorite thing, and i implore you to come to me if you'd like to explore a dynamic of any kind with our muses! note that angel as a whole is very flirtatious. this does not always mean he is interested. angel is also an adult film star, this does not mean he is interested should your muses sleep together. while i am willing to explore toxic dynamics, i will never, ever write acts of SA. lastly, i only ship angel with husk at this time. that being said, if you write husk i will never assume you want to ship with me, personally. if you write valentino, i am open to exploring pre-canon val.angel as well as au's with the two.

[ 7 ] :   VERSES. i will make a post to attach to this later describing them in greater detail (as well as angel's backstory), but my verses for angel are in life, pre-contract, pre-hotel, swap angel based on this au, and an overlord au.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

name — Anubis

pronouns — She/Her

preferred comms — At first Tumblr's DMs, but once I've gotten to know you a bit I'm willing to give out my Discord, which is definitely the best mode to reach me.

name of muse — Ikkaku, and to a lesser extent Tomasu and Darter, and also Hawkins on my @waraxarcana sideblog.

experience in RP — Nearly 4 years now.

best experiences — I've made some incredible friends through RP, and we've created some awesome stories and dynamics together.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — Vagueposting. Once in a while is totally understandable, but holy shit, if I see you constantly vagueposting I'm out. If you have a problem with someone, talk to them like adults or vent about it to a sympathetic friend, but don't vaguepost on main. It's not a good look for anyone.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I'm good with any of these. They can all lead to great development and interactions.

plot or memes — I've been leaning more towards plotted stuff but I do enjoy memes, especially for one-off interactions.

long or short replies — I tend to go longer because I haven't forgotten my fanfic writing roots so I like setting a scene, being descriptive, and want to give my partner enough material to be able to respond to. But I try not to get too wordy because it can be overwhelming, and I don't expect partners to match my length (though more than a sentence in response is preferred).

best time to write — I prefer afternoons and evenings. I'm not a morning person.

Are you like your muse — Ikkaku and I do have some similarities. We're both insecure at times about our places in people's lives/relationships, snarky, and adore our big brother figures. We also both love lobster and fashion.

Tagged by @kaizokugaris

Tagging @goshiikkuburcdo, @waxgentleman, @regensia, @pxison, @king-and-his-consorts, @umbrx and @akagamiko

[kalaniikk]

I am looking for some more roleplay partners, I am not replacing anyone!!!

If you’re looking for just strictly dirty roleplays I'm sorry but I am not the one for you. Dirty parts occasionally are okay though. Just not too often.

Personally, I enjoy roleplay with a strong build up and gaining an attachment to characters, which means I prefer ‘longterm’ rather than ‘shortterm’ roleplay. I'm sorry if you like a short plot that finishes within a day or two.

~𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼~

❥Be able to discuss and actually enjoy a roleplay. I do not like it when people act dry. It kind of ruins the mood for me and makes me lose interest rather quickly.

❥Please be patience, I do have a life outside of this app/roleplay and I do not like to be rushed. I’m able to send a 2-3 paragraph response sometimes 4, I do not expect the same length! You do not have to match my writing length unless you absolutely want to. All I ask for is 10+ lines so I can have something to go off of and keep the roleplay going :)!

❥Detail is important to me. I don’t expect you to write every little detail of someone’s pupil or someone's hair but please try not to do this. {Ex: he grabbed her, looked at her hair turned, and walked out.} It ruins the mood for me. But, if you make mistakes that is perfectly fine with me because I make mistakes too, everyone does!

❥One thing about ‘characters’ I don't care for the Mary Sue’s. Please try not to make your characters know every language in the world, own every animal in the world, try not to make them too boring or too over the top!

~𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

❥I can play anyone as long as they aren’t a minor. I do not play with minors, nor play as minors if uncomfortable. If it’s a clean WHOLESOME roleplay, I can definitely do that, but I will do nothing explicit involving a minor.

❥I prefer to be a bottom and I do not like being a top so I ask my rp partners to be doms.

❥When doing bios, I have templates that can be used. I will provide a template if needed, just ask for it :)!

~𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸~

❥I do not do doubles. I prefer not to because I am not 100% comfortable with it. I enjoy singles and enjoy OC x OC {If you're comfortable with it, I also enjoy to do CC x My OC} Though mainly I’m focusing on CC x CC.

❥I will do {almost} any anime, manga, tv shows, and movies. I prefer doing something different every now and then so sometimes I will do custom ideas. Oc inserts are also ok as long as you have a picture!

❥Please, please, PLEASE!! Communicate and discuss with me, it's very important to me. {Do not say okay to an idea you don’t like, provide me with some of your own and we can brainstorm together}

❥Yes, I love to do custom ideas! Send me your ideas and I will do the same.

❥I do BxG (I’m a girl)

❥Genres I prefer are: fantasy, romance, slice of life, and I'm open to trying new things!! :)

~𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓮/𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼~

{there are more, these are just the main ones im looking for! you can ask for my list and i will happily send it to you}

♡Kamisama Kiss

♡Demon Slayer

♡Tora dora

♡Seven Deadly Sins

♡Stranger things

♡True Beauty

♡Beastars

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼: #action #adventure #sweet #fantasy #gxg #erp #drama #romantic #drp #bxg #clean #longterm #buildup #mixture #anime #tvshows #movies

[adminnie]

[ ☆ ] — over the years, i have adapted and changed the way i run my accounts but i've come to find that being adaptable and working with my partner is something that helps.

[ ☆ ] — while i do run my accounts primarily as a chatbot, i am open and available to rp with. however, there are differences between the two so please be aware of that. in terms of rp, i do keep partners separate and in their own little worlds. if one muse gets married, it does not change how they are with their other ships. however, with chatbots, these do exist within each other so i will clearly state whether someone is an rp partner or not to differentiate.

[ ☆ ] — if i do make posts for a particular pairing, i will not tag other ships in it at all. only who it is relevant to and for. rp partners will not be tagged in general posts (typically more bot related) that i may make unless it is discussed or a rp meme/starter.

[ ☆ ] — what type of interaction are important?

all types are essentially important in varying degrees. we are not always able to be active but to make sure the ship remains fun and develops, some kind of interaction is needed whether it is by sending asks, making posts/interacting with posts, random banter (usually in discord) and most importantly, dms/dash rp. dms/dash rp help develop, grow and get insight into the muses. while talking in reblogs are fun and fine, i don't really go overly deep with those as it's usually quick and easy. dms/dash rp is where i can give deeper engagement.

[ ☆ ] — not everyone runs their accounts the same way and its all about adapting and working together. if there is something that you need that i don't usually do, or something that is important to you - please feel free to talk to me and we can work things out. if i say that dms are important to me and you need me to send asks or keep in touch in some way in between, i'm more than happy to provide.

[ ☆ ] — a ship requires equal effort. i will not develop any ship alone so if you end up ignoring the ship - i am likely to drop it and move forward without you.

[ ☆ ] — how often do i reply?

i try to reply as quickly as i can and i am fairly transparent about when i'm away and such. i do try and reply a couple times a day as i rotate through. i do try to get through everything as quickly as i can but i do have a life outside of these accounts and am unable to respond 24/7 but i do try not to leave it for too long. this is also why i do like to respond with larger, more in-depth replies to give a lot more as i sometimes may not be able to spend long otherwise.

[ ☆ ] — i do not expect anyone to match my length exactly but i do need effort in order to keep the inspiration. if i give a lengthy reply with dialogue, inner monologue, descriptors, narration etc. and all i get back are three sentences of 'they did this, they did that, they went over there.' honestly, i will take longer to respond.

[ ☆ ] — substance and effort into a response is important. give me insight, give me information about how your muse is feeling, what they are thinking and how they react to things. it's easier to build and develop when we are learning about the muses and all their quirks.

[ ☆ ] — again, i am more than willing to adapt and find a middle ground that works for the both of us but again, it needs to be mutual and fair. i'm open and pretty happy to chat ooc so don't hesitate to contact me with any questions.

[illegiblescript]

I made this blog for talking when I feel like I have no one to talk to. I've been using it to let out a lot of negative feelings, but sometimes I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to about the good stuff either.

I mean, I haven't used this blog in a while, so I've actually had people who talked to me and listened to me and hung out with me and made me feel included for a bit! I went to job corps as an office admin trainee. I finished in less than 5 months and now I have an awesome job as a title clerk/administrative assistant.

at job corps, I had a large group of decent friends and a smaller (but still pretty big) group of close friends and found myself hanging between friend groups very often. I miss them every single day. my instructor was amazing and really, because of her truly believing in me so much that I had no choice but to believe in myself, I was able to say for the first time in my life that I was proud of myself. I've been proud of things I've done, but never of myself. for a large majority of my time, my dorm was a family to me. we all lifted each other up and, even though things were going smooth because of my distance from home, I knew that if I needed someone to talk to, I could knock on any door and someone would listen. it's been difficult not having that anymore.

but after job corps, I started this sweet job! it pays well, I'm getting experience for the position I want to retire in, I enjoy what I do, and it's just me and my boss and my boss is so cool. I cannot express how much she has made this enjoyable. not only is she just an all around enjoyable person to be around, she and I both have adhd, so the way she teaches Perfectly matches the way I learn. it's unreal. I haven't even been there a full month yet (very close) and when I did orientation, I told her I had planned a trip and wanted to know if it would work for me to go on it and she was totally okay with it and keeps bringing it up, asking for pictures. ah! it's awesome!

I mean, there are not so awesome things too, but even though they really upset me for a brief moment, I've learned to handle it. before job corps, I wouldn't have reached out to a friend to talk about it, but I did and the response was what it should be when you have a friend in need and enough space to listen. long story short, I've been feeling really lonely. people like me, but not enough to make the sacrifices I've been making and that friendships require. I recently had a friend completely stop talking to me after I asked for better communication. I hurt him on accident, he hurt me on purpose in response, and although I apologized (he hasnt responded) and I'm worried about him, I don't think I want be friends with him anymore. on top of that, I've kinda noticed that no one really talks to me. if I don't start any conversations, I will not have any conversations. there are certain friends I don't expect that from, but when I can go nearly any length of time without anyone trying to start a conversation with me, it gets disheartening. I've tried not to let it bother me and I've decided to start playing viola more. I'm more excited to play viola more than I am upset about being lonely. things are alright B)

[notthejusticeleague]

Rules

I think of these rules as my RP boundaries for this blog.

Please don't godmod my characters. You control yours. I'll control mine. If something is fuzzy on whether it's control or not, please talk with me about it before replying. We'll work it out!

I don't expect my partners to match length in replies. All I ask is that you give me something to react to. And while I don't expect any one to match length, if I give you several long paragraphs, please don't give me a one line reply. It's hard to keep excitement for the RP when it seems so one-sided. I will do the same for any of my RP partners too.

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[townofinaba]

Rules

-I am tracking the tag townofinaba!

-This is an in-character rp blog for a few p4 muses. I will be highly selective who I rp here with because muse is low and it's mainly to test a few I enjoy. I may not even rp with anyone but friends at first while I do.

-My social anxiety is really bad-- I really struggle to initiate conversation. If a person reaches out I'll happily interact with them though; I'm kind of a social-vampire, and feeling invited in helps a lot. On the other hand, once I'm spoken to, I talk a LOT, so I apologize in advance and hope it isn't too overwhelming. Feel free to tell me to tone it down!

-I think communication is vital to a hobby like this. If you have a question or issue, please let me know! Also, If I do something insensitive or hurtful, please let me know and I'll try to do better next time. Also, this blog does not condone any bigotry, and I refuse to write anything depicting incest or pedophilia.

-I will not do mature threads on this blog. Most of the muses are teenagers.

-I likely am going to be selective in what I rp. I will answer asks and reply to things from anyone, so feel free to send in! But while I want to interact, I also only have so much energy. I have the right to refuse to answer RPs or starters or asks.

-I am also chronically ill in a few different ways, so sometimes I will disappear to recover or not have much energy. I have no problem waiting for replies to rp or messages, and I hope we can be patient with each other as needed to have a fun time. Take your time, and I'll get to you as soon as I'm able, too.

-No autohitting, godmodding, or metagaming. If you want something to happen specifically, talk to me and we can work out why or how.

- I will always give at least a paragraphs or two in an rp response but even if you give me several pages, my reply may be succinct. I'm trying to be better about not putting filler in a reply just to match lengths. I also don't really enjoy backtracking dialogue in a thread, since it gets confusing really fast. I totally get wanting to respond to everything, but doing so to every talking point ends up with the muses having like six differing conversations at once. So I might skip things I want to respond to, to avoid that, and my replies may be smaller to keep the flow of interactions smoother. Hopefully I'll give my partner enough to work with. If not, let me know!

-I'm fine with writing pre-established platonic relationships with canon characters from persona 4, but I'm very hesitant to jump into anything romantic. I've had some weirdness with that in the past, since interpretations can vary wildly. Related, but I'm gonna try to stick to canon, but mine will likely be divergent in ways as well.

-All Icons I use will like be from p4 canon, if i use any. I don't expect anyone to use them to write with me. I also don't format my posts except for fun on rare occasions where it feels fitting. I don't expect anyone to match my format, and I hope my simplicity won't be an issue for anyone.

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If you read through this, then thank you very much! I hope to interact with you soon, and if not, then I hope your day is great and I appreciate you looking at my blog!

[shatcey]

unrelated but people who make you feel safe talking about your interests are the BEST people.

Oh, that's sweet… thank you. It's nice to meet someone who is on the same wavelength with you and can understand you surprisingly well, it's a pretty pleasant experience. But I would say the intention to understand a different point of view can be interesting as well. Looking at the world through other people's eyes is a challenge, but it no less rewarding. It expanded your knowledge and gave you ideas that you wouldn't have been able to get otherwise. More opinions - wider mind. My point is... I'm incredibly selfish.

Is this a good time to mention that Alfons's Kate and you talk so much alike for me that I'll be reading his route and be like… Where is Shay's paycheck cause she must have worked on this for Kate to sound so much like her.

OMG, thank you🥹… that's… probably the best thing I've ever heard in my life… I've felt a connection with this Kate ever since I read Ally's route on JP. I really see myself in this story… almost from the very beginning. And I completely agree with all her actions and decisions… But I didn't expect anyone else to notice this… this… extremely sweet. Thank you. I won't cry, I won't!!! I don't need Roger's card!!!!!! Ally won't let him in anyway.

Indeed, Rumpel filled the room with gold… and each time king ordered more and more spacious rooms to be filled. This king is a pretty greedy guy. Now that I think about it… there are a lot of very nasty people in this story, but the guy they called the villain didn't do anything wrong. He just wants a child. What kind of crime is that??? Maybe he'll be a great parent… probably much better than this greedy king and manipulative woman.

The problem with a good theory is that the more you think about it, the more arguments you can find in favor of "this should be the one." But it can also be wrong, so I try not to stuck on one idea and find something else. So I will probably write a new post about the ideas you inspired me to. This one turned out to be quite long even for the most enthusiastic readers.

But… about the hair… I found this beautiful picture of how to draw a character. I'll use the first one (it's not because it's easier to count that way).

The picture from the Youtube.

On the sprite, Vivi's hair covers his… butt. It's a normal word. So, absolutely randomly, we got the number 4 out of 7, which is surprisingly perfect for the length of his hair.

Vivi's height is 183.5 cm. If we divide it by 7 and multiply by 4, we get the length of his hair. It's somewhere around… 104.8 cm. Actually even before the calculation, I thought it should be a meter…

I took another look at the Wiki (why not?)

And I've also heard that men's hair grows faster. I'm starting to envy them. Their eyelashes are longer, there are fewer wrinkles, and their hair grows faster. If the first two could be explained by the fact that they don't use so much cosmetics, then the latter… It's just not fair! Continue. So… let's take the average number, as they say… 1 cm per month. It will be 12 cm per year. And… if we divide our 104.8 cm by these 12… it will be 8.7 years.

So he grew that hair in 8.7 years. IF!!!!! He didn't cut it. Which is unlikely, hair tends to get worse at the tips and starts to fall out if you don't trim it. You literally have to cut your hair to make it longer - another paradox of this world.

And since I feel a certain connection with this guy (a girl can dream), I would say that he started growing it (hair) when he created the Crown… as a symbol. It's pretty random… but I got my first tattoo because I wanted to have something that would stay with me forever. I only had two of them, I more into meaning than numbers. Perhaps he had similar thoughts. He wanted something to keep growing… in his life. And it pretty much matched his cursed ability… Which I'll talk about later.

I need time to collect my thoughts… I have too many of them.

I wish we could see Victor's face when we tell him we stopped looking into human villains like no, you're definitely either have been confused with a poisonous apple or a tower to lock up a girl in. I bet we'd get that adorable taken aback puppy face! Your honor is this the face of a killer? No, no it's not.

Let's ask him on X/Twitter during the promotion campaign before release of his route. I hope he answers that.

Victor please come quick the girls are waiting for your route :')

Vivi probably agrees with Willy and just give us time to unravel all his mysteries… because it's so... much... fun)

Victor theories. His curse.

Just because I'm already mentally ready to Victor's route, and it's still sooooo long before it'll be released… to brighten up the wait, I decided to think about this gorgeous man. At least while Ally isn't watching. First of all… I like Vivi right from the prologue. He wasn't my the most favorite (and still he's just the second), but I always was interested in him. Not as a leader of Crown, father (or rather say mother) figure of the boys or Queen's aid, but just a person. Then I think about Vivi, about the fairy tale he could be from… the feeling that "I should know this", "it's somewhere very close", "I can catch this thought at any moment", doesn't leave me. But for some reason I cannot figure out. But one line from Dark IF event somehow ignited me, and I finally found something to cling to. I'm not sure if my ideas will be confirmed in his route, but it doesn't matter. I'm doing it JUST FOR FUN…

In his story from the "Dark IF. part 2" event which @.reccyls beautifully translated, was a line that he was from a very old fairy tale.

I looked into the Wiki and find this part.

A little bit about the fairy tales from this list:

Jack and the Beanstalk. We've probably all heard at least a little bit about this story. The guy grew a huge beanstalk and climbed up to the clouds where the giants live. He stole from them and eventually killed the giant. Do you really need to explain who I see as the villain here? But… I don't see Vivi in this story at all.

 Beauty and the Beast. Another story we've all heard about. The prince was proud and rude, and some fairy or witch (I don't remember, it doesn't matter) turned him into a beast. And the only way to become a human again is if beautiful (why beautiful?) woman fall in love with him, despite his appearance. The villain is obvious but… I kind of understand her and don't even blame. There are several versions of this tale. There is even one in which the witch who turned the prince into a monster was his aunt, who wanted to marry him. Damn it, these fairy tales are no different from the Greek myths. Cybird used this concept to create a full-size game. I doubt they will use it again.

Deal with the Devil. In my opinion, this is a less common story. Simply put, this is the legend of Faust, who sold his soul to the devil for endless knowledge. But different versions have different main characters and the reasons why they sold their souls. But the result is always the same: the dark creature literally came for what belongs to him, and was deceived. Again… I'm not sure who the villain is here, and… this story could actually work.

Rumpelstiltskin. Some very strange man boasted that his daughter could make gold out of straw, and… to help the poor girl do as her daddy claimed, a little man came and helped in exchange for her firstborn. I've never understood why do they even need children? Do they have problems with childbirth? Or… No, there's nothing to eat… Why are they needed them? Note that I'm not even considering the possibility of making the protagonist suffer. There must be something for the villains. I see only inconveniences. So in order to keep the child, they need to guess his name. The villain was deceived again. In the milder version, he runs away, in the bloody version, he kills himself. I really feel sorry for the guy. Another good option.

 Swan maiden. It's harder to explain. This is not a fairy tale, but a concept involving a character who can transform from a swan into a human and back again. We already know about "Swan Lake", which is actually based on this concept. There is a story about guy who marry a swan lady and hid her skin so that she cannot transform. And there was also a male version, which for some reason I remember very well. Some witch who turned (I think) 7 brothers into swans and their younger sister needed to sew them nettle shirts. Assemble it, make threads from it and sew clothes. Probably, the concept of creating clothes impressed me so much when I was a child that I still remember it. But… We already have swan boys, so I doubt Victor is from the same story.

So… I've stopped on two options.

Deal with the Devil

At the "Death or Love" event (yes, I couldn't wait a month, I read it again), his thought led me to think that it might be related.

Maybe it's just a figure of speech, but for me it sounds like he sold his soul. But in the fairy tale, the one who sold his soul was the main character, not the villain. Even though he tricked the dark creature in the end, he's still kind of a good guy… Oh, those double standards. As much as I would like to consider this option, I'm more inclined to the other one.

Rumpelstiltskin

Let's take a look at Victor himself

The first thing I noticed right away (obviously after his hairs) was how many layers he had. I see three coats, and the value of the top one is the most questionable. It is shorter than the other two, with very wide sleeves and some metal fragments on one side and nothing to connect them with on the other. A really strange coat. Probably just for show. Where else would he hide his pigeons?

So… layered clothes. Not only the coat, but his entire image consists of many layers. A shirt, a vest, one of the coats looks like another vest, and three coats. Even his shoes seem to consist of several layers. The obvious one is the horizontal detail on the back of the leg and the triangle on the front side. But the shoe design looks more complicated than necessary.

I don't think I need to explain what thoughts came to my mind because of this. He is an extremely complex person. And finding the real one behind so many layers is probably extremely difficult.

When he takes off his jacket, only a plain black shirt remains. And he looks even more dashing in it. My personal biased opinion.

Another detail that attracted attention is the spikelet motif. A decorative detail of the second coat, the lapel of the coat. The pattern on the lapel of the same second coat somewhat resembles an ear of wheat, and on the third, presumably, a metal pattern. Not to mention his shoulder straps, which really look like wheat ones. Perhaps this impression is created because of the color though.

So his outfit screams of gold (color) and spikelets (motif). And the fact that we don't actually know his real name suggests that he might actually be a Rumpelstiltskin.

Besides, I remembered… the adaptation… this fairy tale, or rather, many fairy tales. Once apon the time (2011-2018). There was the character Mr. Gold. I can't say he's handsome, but he's incredibly charming and funny. I've been watching this series for probably only 2 or 3 seasons, so I don't know if he was later or not. So. He was Rumplestiltskin. I can describe him as a very lonely man whom everyone hates, who has very talented hands (craft) and who is literally fixated on one person. Belle. Damn, why can't they come up with another name? And it pretty much matches Victor's description.

I had another sudden thought… at some event, someone called Vivi the "god of death". And that immediately made me think of Greek mythology. Thanatos.

This article contain too many symbols we already seen. The butterfly and the poppies are from Elbert's Route. And in this legend Thanatos has a twin brother Hypnos (God of Dreams). And who else can be called a hypnotist, if not Alfons? They're not related, right? This can't be!!!

And to complicate things even more, a phrase from the same Dark if event, that makes me doubt everything I found (translated by @.reccyls):

So… It could be a Deal with the devil, with a female protagonist... But the words "over and over again" indicated the reiteration of the same mistake. But if she has already sold her soul how could she repeat that? Groundhog Day? Reincarnation? But I… don't remember anything related to this concept… And "the path that leads to destruction?". In which fairy tale does the main character eventually die for good? I don't know… And again… this feeling… I'm so close, but I still can't reach it.

And at last… The developers could use something completely unrelated to fairy tales. For example, an old lullaby or a creepy story that is told to children to make them docile…

These are just my thoughts, and they most likely have nothing to do with Vivi's real curse. But I extremely enjoy to build a chain of assumptions, you never know what it might lead to...

The design of the spikelet on the dividers is from Designed by Freepik

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[kittyt-hexxed]

~ Belladonna 💋

Soft Yandere!Goddess!Vi x Needy!Priestess!Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere!Vi, implied murder, sex as a reward, needy reader, praise kink, aphrodisiac-like fluids, addictive sex, Vi is a drug to you, fingering, cunnilingus (Vi receiving), thigh riding, possessive Vi, going to extreme lengths to keep a person by your side

Summary: You’re Violet’s Priestess and you do everything she asks of you with great enthusiasm. You’re needy for her praise, it’s like a drug to you and she’s more than willing to give you what you want when you do a good job.

Author Note: This is dark. It doesn’t seem like it at first but it’s dark.

You hum to yourself as you walk through the backstage area of the boxing arena. Your friends are most likely wondering where you ran off to and panicking because the match is starting soon. But, you have a job to do. You internally groan when you see a bodyguard standing outside of the room you need to get into. ‘Why does she need a bodyguard this time? Did something happen to her in the past few weeks?’ You lower your hood as you approach, pulling out your ID so you don't spend too much time with this woman. You make eye contact with the bodyguard and she narrows her eyes at you.

“Can I help you?” The bodyguard crosses her arms.

“I’m Camila’s sponsor, Y/n.” You give her your ID, “She’s expecting me.” The woman stares at you for a moment, probably trying to intimidate you, before looking at the card. She hands it back to you and knocks on the door, “Camila, your sponsor is here.” You stare each other down until the door opens. You grin when you see Camila, raising a brow at the red streaks through her black hair. She’s quick to yank you into the room and slam the door shut behind you. You grunt as your back hits the wall and her mouth is on yours before you can say anything. Your eyes widen in surprise but you kiss her back even if you were unsure about it.

“What was that for?” You question as she gives you a wide smile.

“That was for paying for my college bill!” Camila hugs you, “Thank you so much, Y/n! I was stressing out about paying for them.”

“I’ve been supporting you from the moment you stepped into my boss’ gym. She saw something in you and we want to make sure you’re able to follow your dreams.” You smile, looking around the room, “We’re all anticipating your win against Eleanor tonight.”

“I-I’m nervous.” Camila sighs, leaning against her desk, “Eleanor is very skilled. My wins against the other girls took a lot but I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Cam.” You grab her hands, “You’ve been practicing. You’ve kept going despite everything going on with your family and your mental health. You can do this, and there’s no shame in losing. Just go out there and do your best, and victory will come.” You kiss her forehead, feeling the warmth of your patron’s magic flow through you.

“You’re right. Thank you.” Camila squeezes your hands, “Will you be watching?”

“Front row.” You nod, “I wouldn’t miss your final match for the season… but what’s with the bodyguard?”

“Someone threatened to kill me.” Camila sighs heavily and you cross your arms, “With the arena being packed, they assume that it’ll be attempted tonight.”

“Well, we can’t have that, hm? You worry about winning your match, okay?” You head for the door, a new goal in mind. ‘My Goddess wouldn’t want her champion to die, so I’ll have to take care of the threat. My mission after all is to make sure Camila wins, if she doesn’t that’ll throw off what’s supposed to happen.’

“Wait. What are you going to do?” Camila grabs your wrist, halting you. The symbol of your patron shimmers on her cheek before fading.

“Nothing, I’m heading back out to my friends before they have a meltdown.” You flash her a smile and she nods. ‘I can’t let anyone hurt this girl. The threats are most likely something of Jinx’s doing. I knew I spotted Lisa but that makes my job more interesting. I wonder what her mission was this time around?’ Your eyes scan the people around you, feeling the pull of the sister’s magic leading you to your target. You smile brightly when you spot a man ducking into the restroom, the smokey aura of Jinx’s curse wafting off of him. ‘I can deal with this one myself.’ You crack your knuckles, excitement rushing through you.

The sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor is a pleasant sound to your ears. Returning to the Temple of the Isthmus after a successful mission the night before always puts you in a very good mood. So you were a little extra relaxed this morning as you enter the atrium. The rest of the Priestesses are still arriving, but the ones that are here sit around the water fountain. You spot Lisa sitting down by herself and head over to her. She notices you last minute and jumps from her seat to hug you.

“You did amazing last night!” Lisa grins at you, “I was worried I wouldn’t complete my mission for a moment, but I know I should never doubt you. You always succeed and I always fail.” She playfully punches your shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you pledge yourself to the Goddesses of Balance.” You wink at her. You and Lisa work closely together since your Goddesses are sisters. You pledged yourself to the Goddess Violet who holds dominion over the lighter half of balance. The specific title she claims is Goddess of Victory, Perseverance, and Strength. You felt drawn to her during your Oath after all of the struggles you went through in life. When the time came to choose, you were confused when Vi and Jinx accepted your pledge for her. It was something the sisters did to make sure the Priestess could work with both of them.

Your dedication to your Goddess is precious to you. She encouraged your good work, made you feel valued by her and you found yourself craving her praise. Every job that she gave you was completed to perfection so she would praise you. You made sure there was no way for it to go wrong, and sometimes that involved getting your hands dirty. It never stopped you from earning her praise, nothing did.

After the morning meeting, you and Lisa made your way to the sisters’ area. They shared one main chamber that was split in half and it branched off into their personal chambers. It was another thing that represented the sisters’ closeness. You and Lisa say goodbye to each other, both grinning as you know your respective Goddess will be rewarding you for your hard work. You slip into Vi’s private chambers, marveling at the new designs on the walls. She loved to change how the art on the walls looked and today they had more of a red tone to them, showing that she was in a very good mood.

“My Goddess?” You call out, walking towards the leather couch and kneeling by it. You feel a hand on your head and you tilt it back to see Vi standing over you in all of her glory. Your breathing catches as you gaze at her, marveled by the breathtaking woman.

“Hello, my sweet.” Vi smiles, sitting in front of you and spreading her legs, “What do you have for me this morning?” You have to stop your gaze from flicking down to look at the spot between her legs. She was truly a sight to behold with her pink hair and grey dress. With her legs opened, the fabric rose to expose a healthy amount of skin that you wanted to press your lips to. Your heart started racing in your chest at this small movement. She could lick her lips and you’d yearn to taste them. Vi took up your mind with ease, consuming all thoughts you had when it came to her. You admire her greatly, and - dare you say - love her, too.

“I completed my mission last night.” You swallow, “It was a success.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” Vi hums, waving her hand and a bunch of news headlines appear.

“Camila, the youngest boxing champion, wins. A man was found dead outside of the boxing stadium, tied to the threats on Camila’s life. Eleanor was charged with a failed murder attempt after proof was found of her hiring the man… Wow. Would you look at that…” Vi zooms in on the murder scene, peering at you from behind her magic, “He’s unrecognizable, peaches. They could only figure out who it was from his identification.”

“Is that not to your li-?!” Your eyes widen as Vi slips her fingers into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue. You had to fight to urge to suck on them, her skin against your tongue is like tasting the sweetest honey.

“Shhhh. You’ve made me proud, sweets. I couldn’t have done better myself. You’ve been so good to me, haven’t you? You listen to everything I tell you to do and you don’t question me. Not once.” You blush as her fingers rub along your tongue, “You can suck them. I know you’re tempted to.” She purrs, eyes trained on your face. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your tongue greedily twirls around her fingers, suckling the sweet taste off of them. There was something you found addicting about her and her sweet taste could be the reason why. It wasn’t just her skin, but her lips, her pussy, her everything. Sweet and addictive. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Ah, ah.” Vi presses down on your tongue, taking her fingers from your mouth, “If you’re so eager, you can put that mouth somewhere else.” You hold your breath as she removes her dress, slides her underwear off, and goes back to her position on the couch. You were practically salivating at the sight, patiently waiting for her permission to touch her.

“You’re such a good girl.” Vi runs a hand through your hair before she grabs it and guides your body forward, “Good girls get rewards.” You can feel the heat radiating from her core, her scent making your panties stick to you as she holds your face against her. Your arms wrap around her strong thighs as you lick her slit, desperately trying to hold yourself back. If you rushed to devour the sweet nectar offered to you, you’d be begging her for another taste tomorrow and Vi loved to tease you about it.

“You wasted it yesterday, peaches. You don’t get it until you please me, you know that. If I gave it to you every time you asked, it wouldn’t be a reward, now would it? I understand, I do, shhh don’t cry. I’m not a cruel Goddess, you can kiss me to ease the cravings.”

You dip your tongue between her folds, getting a small whimper as you pull it out. Your grip on her thighs tightens when you can’t take it anymore. You pull back slightly to take a deep breath, your tongue tingling from where it entered her.

“Forgive me.” You whisper, lovingly kissing her inner thigh, “I simply cannot restrain myself anymore, My Goddess.” You know she can hear you from how she tightens her grip on your hair. She looked forward to this as much as you did, which is why you vowed to never let her down.

You slip your tongue into her, moaning at the overwhelmingly delicious taste. You enthusiastically run your tongue over her soft walls, listening closely to the sounds she’s making. At first, it’s little pants that slowly build into restrained groans. It made you feel frustrated that Vi was holding back her moans. It didn’t feel right to be relishing in your reward when she wasn’t completely relaxing. So, you worked harder.

You flattened out your tongue, making a point to focus on her g-spot and that earns you a jerk of her hips, “Ahhh! Sweets, that’s too much!” Vi moans. A thrill goes through you when you hear her and you don’t stop. The longer you continue, the more tingly your body starts to feel. It works its way down your body from your head to your toes, but it is more concentrated between your legs. Your pussy burned and you could feel your wetness on the inside of your thighs although you were wearing panties.

By the time you could feel Vi’s walls fluttering against your tongue, you felt like you were too hot and up in the clouds. She grinds her cunt against your lips as she cums - moaning your name - and makes whatever you’re unable to lap up run down your chin.

You’re panting as you back away, falling onto your bottom, as a wave of heat flows through you. It’s got you tugging off your dress and underwear to try and relieve some of the heat. If anything, it makes it worse as the cold air brushes your most sensitive areas.

“My Goddess.” You practically sob with need, “Please touch me, please. No one but you can satiate this pain.”

“You poor thing.” Vi coos, “So needy for me that you’re burning up.” You’re lifted from the floor and guided to straddle Vi’s thigh. The moment you feel her pressed against your pussy, you’re grinding down. Your wet cunt makes her thigh slick and easy to rut against.

“Thank you!” You whimper, tucking your face in her neck, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Y/n. You’ve been a good girl. Killing and blessing people for me to make my job easier.” Vi kisses your temple, hands on your hips to help you drag yourself along, “You deserve to be properly rewarded… What do you want the most, sweets?”

“You.” You gasp out, your mind a haze, “You, My Goddess! This. You touching me. Pleasuring you.”

“This?” Vi grinds her thigh into you making you moan loudly, furiously nodding your head.

“Yes! Yes! That!” You say airily, the pleasure taking over.

“Let me make it better for you, okay?” Vi whispers lovingly, “You’ll love this. I promise.” She lifts you off of her thigh, placing you on her lap and spreading your legs with hers. You were about to whine at the loss of contact when her hand settled between your legs. You moan as she buries three fingers into you, pressing her palm to your clit. Her other hand plays with your nipples, squeezing and kneading your breasts in between.

“Is that better, darling?” Vi asks in concern, “Does this feel good to you?” You thought the questions must’ve been rhetorical because it felt amazing. You couldn’t respond, too focused on the pleasure to process it. You were grinding against her hand, desperately trying to fuck yourself on her fingers, and feeling that knot tighten.

Vi continued to praise you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You were her little worker. Her good girl. Her priestess. Her property. Hers. And it was her name that you screamed as your orgasm burst, with her fingers still buried in you. That gave Vi an extreme feeling of satisfaction and love.

“That’s my girl.” Vi hums, pulling you down on top of her as she lays on the couch. She strokes your hair as you try to steady your breathing. The act helps to calm you down and relax.

“Thank you.” You breathe out, “Thank you, My Goddess.” Vi’s arms tighten around you, a little too tight, as she chuckles.

“My sweet Priestess, you’re too good to me. So devoted to your Goddess that you don’t even notice how madly in love I am with you.” Vi lifts your head so she can stare into your eyes, “My own body is a drug to keep you wanting me and you don’t even realize it. I never want you to lose your love for me, do you understand, Y/n? I will keep you wanting me so I have your love.”

“I could never lose my love for you.” Your eyes tear up, devastated to hear those words come from your Goddess, “Why would you even think so, Vi? Have I not proven my love?”

“Ssshhh, peaches. I didn’t mean it that way.” Vi kisses your forehead, “I know you’d never lose your love for me. I just want you to need me. I want you to come to me for everything. I want to be the only one you desire. I will be your addiction forever, Y/n.”

“Forever?” Your eyes widen, your mind becoming clearer and processing her words.

“Mmm, did you think I’d let you die?” Vi chuckles, “No. No, you’re my Priestess. The only one I want.” Her grip gets tighter and breathing gets a bit harder.

“M-My Goddess, d-did you say that you drug me?” You question in shock.

“Drug? No. No, I’d never do that to you. I love you, my Priestess.” Vi smiles fondly and kisses you. You find yourself slipping back into the haze as your body starts to burn with need, “My body is just… addictive to you. You’re a mortal getting a taste of a Goddess. From the first moment I kissed you, you’ll never make it more than a few days without another taste.” Your eyes widen, lips parting to say something, but her lips are on yours again as she flips you onto the couch.

“W-what do you mean?” You squeak.

“I’m your belladonna.” Vi caresses your face, “I taste sweet to you, don’t I? Now that you’ve had a taste of me, you’ll die without me, Y/n. Does that change how you feel about me?”

“No. No, it doesn’t.” You shake your head, “I don’t care if I’m tied to you forever. I swore to you, Vi. You can do whatever you wish to me. I love you.” Vi roughly makes out with you, grinding her knee against you in the process.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Vi chants, kissing you over and over again, “You’re never leaving me. Never.”

[hoe-doroki]

Can I have a bakugou smut where he had just come home from a hard day and he needs to blow off some steam and the reader has been horny all day so she/they do whatever he says. Sorry if this was long, it's ok if you don't do it. Thank you 🙏❤

Omg, not too long at all! Seriously, for requests for me, generally the more details the better, especially for what kinks you may or may not like, because then I can better cater it to you! Since you didn’t specify, you’re stuck with choking, degradation, and exhibitionism, because I like them, oops. Sorry it’s taken me so long to write this—I’ve been so excited about it the whole time but…there’s no but, I just didn’t write it until now 🤷‍♀️

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, degradation, choking, biting/marking, slight possessiveness

wc: 3.1k

a/n: Thanks to @dymphnasprose for making this gorgeous banner for me!

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

You heard him before you saw him.

It was the ding of the elevator that was first audible from the dining room table where you were working on your computer. Then you heard the heavy clomp of Katsuki’s boots coming down the hallway, already painting a picture of a frustrating day on the job.

When he shouldered his way in the front door, you saw that he was still in his full hero uniform. The roots of his hair were dark with sweat and Katsuki’s ire seemed to have made it all the way down to his fingertips, where he was clumsily batting at his shoelaces. As if anger and a glare would force them undone quicker than a nimble touch.

“Rough day?” you commented, standing up from the dark mahogany table and walking over to your boyfriend. Your hands were on your hips as you looked down at where he was bent over in the entryway.

He grunted as he cast his boot off. If he were outside, that shoe would have been flung halfway down the block, possibly with smoke coming off it. Inside your home, however, even the angriest Katsuki could only manage an angry shove before moving onto his next obstacle.

You didn’t press for more. You just watched as the second boot came off and your boyfriend stood up, knees cracking. He probably hadn’t so much as stretched at the end of his shift. He looked wound tight in every way, from his clenching fingers to the tension scrunching his face.

“Fucking cops stole the villain from under my nose,” Katsuki said.

The kitchen was just a few steps away, so you filled a glass of water and offered it to him. He downed it in a few gulps and was probably just a couple measures of force short from breaking the glass as he smacked it back down on the counter.

“But they were captured?” you asked. “That’s good.”

“The only good thing about it is that now they’re the ones that have to do the paperwork,” Katsuki growled. “I told fucking five-head that if I’m not needed, I might as well come home.”

Five-head was the name Katsuki used for his manager—with a deeply receding hairline—at the agency. Fortunately, Katsuki had only let the nickname slip to the guy’s face…a handful of times.

“Sounds like a rough day,” you said as Katsuki took his gauntlets off, treating them with more care than he had his boots. “You know, I’ve been a little bit…frustrated today too.”

Katsuki’s eyes, piercing when outlined by the dark cling of his mask, flicked towards you, hearing your intentionally placed drawl immediately. “That so?”

His tone was suspicious. Maybe it should have been, by the upward pull on your lips as you leaned in close to him, stroking his arm, still hot and damp from a day on patrol.

“Yeah.” You pouted, making your tone intentionally whiny as you blinked big, round eyes at him. “Or do you not remember this morning?”

That morning had been on your mind all fucking day. Katsuki’s alarm had woken you up, as it always did, and after the ringing had faded from your ears, your body had honed in on a different sense. Specifically, the morning wood that had been pressing hard against your ass. The boner that you’d wiggled back against, moaning as you trailed your fingers up and down your boyfriend’s arm—not unlike you were right now. Katsuki had kissed you on the cheek, and then on the mouth, and you’d expected a quickie before work. You’d felt yourself growing wet at the possibility, your cheeks heating at his touch.

But then he’d pulled away and left the room before you could so much as whimper in protest. It was like he hadn’t even noticed. Like his dick hadn’t been the one to start it.

You watched the memory from many hours ago work its way onto Katsuki’s face. An eyebrow rose—you could tell even from under the mask—and a low fire lit behind his eyes. “That?”

You leaned into his ear, latching yourself around his side so that your thigh just brushed against his groin and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Always so fucking desperate for me, huh?” Katsuki rasped, grabbing your thigh with his gloved hand and wrapping your leg around his waist. “You’re lucky I’m not cooled down yet.”

When his lips met yours, they were aggressive, pent up. You could taste the salt of forgotten trails of sweat that had run from his mask down his lips. He smelled manly with it, and smoky from his quirk.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget about this morning,” Katsuki said roughly before digging his teeth into your neck.

“All talk?” you asked your voice coming out as a gasp.

You were met with Katsuki placing both of his large hands on your ass, pressing your core against his hardening length. The pants on his hero costume were loose enough that he had room to grow and tent—or he would, if you weren’t grinding down on him without any pretense hiding your desperation.

Then, he let go of you. His hands were gone from your ass, mouth abandoning your neck. Without his support, you stumbled back, looking at him in confusion.

Katsuki, however, was grinning at you, lips shiny and flushed pink. “Strip for me, baby.”

After Katsuki’s inadvertent tease that morning, you hadn’t been able to help yourself and had dressed a little sexier than usual. You weren’t going to let Katsuki ignore you this time around.

You took off your clothes piece by piece, your eyes lingering on the garments and then flicking up to Katsuki, taking him in as he unzipped his pants and pulled his fat cock out. He stroked himself until you were left in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. Both were orange, matching the X over his chest and the palms of the gloves he’d just slapped to the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, taking a step toward you, hand never leaving his cock, “this is just what I needed.”

You were prepared to drop to your knees, stretch your mouth around that juicy cock, already glistening with precum right at the tip. Katsuki followed your gaze and caught your chin with just one finger, forcing your eyes up to his.

“There’s no need for that, sweetness,” he said. “Apparently, you’ve been patient all day. So if you’re a good girl and do what I say, you can have this cock right away. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” you said, nodding eagerly.

“Right answer,” Katsuki said, moving his hand to run his thumb under the band of your bra. His hand was feathering over the clasp when, suddenly, he snapped the elastic, earning a yelp out of you. “Now fucking strip.”

You removed your bra in a hurry, then your panties, leaving yourself totally bare to Katsuki’s roving eyes. Meanwhile, he was still dressed in the entirety of his hero costume, save for his boots, gloves and gauntlets. The spikes behind his mask were still in place, as was his belt. The only thing unusual was his thick cock hanging out of those black pants.

“Good girl,” Katsuki whispered. “Now be a good little slut and open the curtains.”

You stared at Katsuki for a moment. The windows took up the whole wall, floor to ceiling of your main living space. You lived near the top of your building—with the curtains open, you would barely be visible to the street, unless someone had a zoom quirk. But there were neighboring skyscrapers that would offer a view right into your apartment.

However, Katsuki didn’t have patience to spare today.

“I’ll go into our room and cum on my fucking hand if you don’t open the curtains.”

His eyes were stern, but not hard. Behind his mask, there was enough openness that you knew if you said your safe word he’d pull you into him, apologize into your neck just loud enough for you to hear, and make love to you slowly in missionary on your bed with all the windows drawn.

But this wasn’t a missionary kind of day.

You cocked your chin and walked past the leather couch and dining table over to the window. The curtains were drawn so that there wouldn’t be a glare on your laptop, but now you opened them, slowly but steadily. On your high floor, the afternoon sun was on the same plane as you. It was catching those late afternoon shades of bright orange that draped you in strands of golden luxe.

“You like that?” Katsuki asked when you looked over your shoulder, looking perhaps a little too self-satisfied. “You like everyone seeing what a slut you are? How fucking gorgeous you are?”

You could only moan as Katsuki came up behind you, catching your bare breasts in both hands and rocking his cock against your ass, just like that morning, but without the separation of your clothes.

“The thing is, sweetheart,” Katsuki whispered between kisses on your already bruising neck, “if anyone’s gonna see you like this, they’re gonna haveta see that you belong to me.”

One of Katsuki’s hands drifted back to his cock and slid it between your legs, through the stickiness that was already clinging to your thighs. He kicked your legs wider to make room for himself, thrusting between your pussy lips, forcing you to lean forward against the window for leverage. His dick dragged against your clit very intentionally, pulling groans out of you as your hips naturally rocked with his.

“So wet already,” Katsuki commented. “You really have been desperate for my cock all day, haven’t you? Did you touch yourself waiting for me?”

You’d thought about it. When Katsuki had left and you’d still felt that initial heat between your legs, you’d considered pulling out your wand and cumming against its rumbly, reliable vibrations. Your fingers had been itching for it, pussy craving the speedy finish it would provide.

“No,” you whined. “I didn’t.”

“Good girl.”

Your forehead fell against the window, eyes closed in the bright sunlight as the meaty head of his cock began to split you open.

“This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you breathed, leaning your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he sunk into you. He claimed to be rewarding you for your patience all day, yet was going slow enough for you to feel every inch. You squeezed around him purposefully, trying to suck him in faster. He acted like he didn’t notice.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Katsuki said when he finally bottomed out. He sat there for a moment, kissing your neck as you continued to flutter hopelessly around him. Then he pulled out and rammed back into you in one go, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Katsuki cackled, squeezing the meat of your thighs in both hands as he pounded into you. “Do you really think I’d do this for everyone to see if I was going to do anything less than fuck your brains out?”

All that powerlessness that Katsuki had felt at work was now being turned around into sheer might—metabolized frustration being taken out on your poor pussy. He hadn’t been able to capture that villain, but now he had you in his clutches. That unutilized strength was forcing your breasts and one cheek flat against the glass as he let your body have it.

“Katsuki,” you whined. “More.”

“So desperate and needy today, aren’t we sweetness?” Katsuki said, driving his hips forward even harder. You could feel one of the grenades on his belt smacking dangerously against your ass. It was like Dynamight had found you on the street and dragged you down a back alley to fuck while on patrol. “Lucky for you, you’re asking for something I want too.”

You’d riled something up in Katsuki. In a mood like this, he might use you, cream his cock deep inside you and let you think that he was gonna leave you like that for a good few minutes before finishing you off on his tongue or his fingers, or going another round. But it seemed as though you’d just managed to maneuver yourself onto his good side today. He wanted the satisfaction of you squeezing around him, milking his cum out of him at least once.

One of Katsuki’s hands crept up your side until it reached your neck, gripping around it but not yet pressing in. His lips were on your ear, biting your lobe before whispering, “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

The end of the word came out as a hiss as Katsuki’s thick fingers closed around your throat. His other hand crept to the front of your pubic bone, flattening the hair there as the tip of his pinky reached just above your clit. Intentionally not making contact under the guise of just being able to hold you closer to his driving hips.

Your face grew hot as Katsuki pressed against your windpipe, against the veins so that you felt your throttled heartbeat begin its desperate dance. As your breath grew short, everything became sharper. Katsuki’s cock hitting right against your g-spot suddenly hit less like sparks and more like a thick stroke of fire with every go.

“You like that, huh?” Katsuki taunted as he pulled your neck against his shoulder, his thumb and middle finger nearly meeting behind your neck. “You like me fucking choking you for the world to see? So everyone can see what a dirty whore you are?”

It wasn’t like you could respond with his hand that tight around your throat. You could do little more than whimper, the vibrations buzzing against the rough calluses on his palm.

“Heh, that’s what I fucking thought.”

The power trip only seemed to be stoking Katsuki’s spirit as he pounded you unabashedly in the window. You were bracing yourself with one forearm but used the other to rest on top of the hand he had just over your sex. You just wanted to urge him just a few more millimeters south. A few blessed moments of contact on your aching clit would tip you over the edge, you were sure. But Katsuki only pushed you forward, trapping your hand and his against the cold glass, condensation framing around your hot touch.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and so far from apologetic. “I thought it was this cock you were so desperate for? And here I am, already so generous with my hand on your beautiful throat. ‘S that not enough for you or something?”

It wasn’t, and he knew it. His cock hitting your sweet spot and his hand keeping you just on this side of passed out would edge you from now until eternity. It would leave you burning in your core, dripping down your thighs, and desperate to cum until your dying breath. But it would never have you squeezing around him, never falling boneless against his chest. Not if he didn’t touch you.

Just when you were giving up, just when you were able to focus on little more than your head growing light, your vision narrowing on the blades of orange light on the buildings in front of you, Katsuki’s last three fingers came together, threading through your fuzz before they swiped furiously over your clit.

You jerked forward so hard Katsuki lost his grip on your neck, allowing you to cry out full throated as your orgasm took over, crashing into you with more power than you’d felt in months. Air felt like water as you gasped, nonsense falling from your lips as your thighs shook and Katsuki wrapped his now free hand around your waist to keep you upright.

Your raucous orgasm had Katsuki was groaning too, barely leaving your cunt as the last couple thrusts urged his seed out of him, painting your walls before you were done quivering yourself. Your cheek was flat against the glass as Katsuki leaned his forehead against you, breathing heavily once his orgasm had washed over him.

“Shit, how’s a guy not supposed to bust when you do that,” he said, slipping out of you and placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “Clamping around me like a fucking vice and screaming like that. If the neighbors didn’t see you, they sure fucking heard you.”

You might have mindlessly apologized, if you weren’t still struggling to get your breath back under you, your own recovery taking much longer than Katsuki’s. You felt him leave your back, your eyes blinking open to see the translucent reflection of him leaving the window as the sun fell behind one of the city’s many skyscrapers.

A moment later, you felt a washcloth between your legs, swiping at the combined cum that was already dribbling down your thigh. The cloth slowly trailed up and you shivered when Katsuki softly swiped it over your too sensitive pussy. Then the washcloth was gone from his hands and he was on your shoulders, gently kneading out the tension there as you lolled your head side to side to stretch.

“God, I needed that,” Katsuki said quietly. “You alright?”

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you replied, your voice raspy but dreamy as you began your slow descent back to Earth.

“Course it was.”

You turned around, raising an unamused eyebrow at Katsuki’s smirk and then walked back over to the corner of the room to pull the blinds back in place. Now that your lust was receding, you had no interest in flashing your tits and wrecked pussy to the neighbors.

“God, I need to take a fucking shower,” Katsuki said as he started dismantling his costume, starting with his mask. He hardly seemed to notice as he took off his neck brace and then his tank that he was giving you the exact same kind of strip tease that you’d given him just a few minutes ago.

“A shower?” you asked coquettishly as you sidled over to the dining table he was placing his costume onto. “Might there be room for two in this shower?”

“No,” Katsuki answered quickly, placing his grenades one by one on his shirt so they wouldn’t roll away. He didn’t so much as glance at you.

“No?”

Katsuki looked serious as he kept his eyes focused on his task, bending down to unstrapping his knee pads. When he stood up straight again, his grin was devilish.

“I think I like it better when you’re frustrated.”

[hnychn]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 [𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀]

summary : tsuki had always been the rational one between the two of you, but sometimes even he needs his other half to knock him back to earth

warnings : twin!reader, fem!reader, cursing, physically hurt/comfort, generally fluff, PLATONIC, tsuki & reader get into a fight, not edited at all

word count : 1600+

a/n : i was rewatching karasuno's match against shiratorizawa last night, and i thought about this so :) it's just general headcanons about being tsuki's twin and it gets specific when i bring up the match :) enjoy ( ´∀｀)

karasuno masterlist ~ haikyuu masterlist

-          contrary to popular belief, tsukishima is actually a really good sibling and an even better twin 

-          he’ll definitely make sure you’re taking care of yourself and eating and drinking often, especially if you have you’re involved in your own club 

-          he and yamaguchi wait after school for you too so you don’t have to walk home alone. tsuki says it’s because he doesn’t want your mom or akiteru to stress out over you if you get lost or something, but deep down you know it’s because he cares for you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you 

-          but, if you manage for the volleyball club, it makes his life a lot easier 

-          you definitely joined before yachi, right at the beginning of the year when tsuki and yamaguchi signed up for the team. you and kiyoko were quick to become friends, along with the third years (the only ones tsuki really trusted you around alone. pls tanaka nearly tackled you to the ground when you said you wanted to be manager had it not been for daichi grabbing his collar and tsuki pusing you behind him) 

-          tanaka apologised

-          do i really need to tell you why tsuki didn’t trust hinata and kageyama around you? 

-          you were the one to recruit yachi to be another manager as well. she was in some of your classes and you knew her to be a kind and work-driven person, so you asked if she wanted to sign up 

-         pls babes never stood a chance saying no to you

-         she was a blushing mess

-          (she highkey has a crush on you and tsuki knows it, but that’s none of his business) 

-          just like tsuki, you’re able to quickly analyze players and their movements and you also are able to think ahead and plan out attacks or defences with the information you’ve gathered 

-          so the coaches really like you :) 

-          during the training camp, you and tsuki got into a fight, y’know, as siblings do. and you’ve gotten into arguments and fights with each other in front of the others, so they weren’t all too worried and assured everyone else that it was normal . . . but then y’all started getting physical 

-          hurtful words were thrown without thinking, it’s normal, but tsuki went a bit too far with his words and you aren’t the type to cry and run away, so what did you do? 

-          you tackled that bitch :D 

-          so there you two were, fighting like kids over the last popsicle in the freezer, while everyone just stood there in shock at what the hell was going on in front of them 

-          the others were quick to pull you away from each other, and the managers led you away from your brother while the two of you calmed down. it definitely took you a while to calm down from the adrenalin high from tackling your 6’3 brother, but you eventually did and went back into the gym where tsuki was sitting on the bench.

-          the others tensed up when you walked over to him and sat next to him, thinking you were gonna start fighting again, but instead the two of you sat in silence for a while 

-         the other managers, who you’ve become great friends with, eventually got everyone to mind their business to give the two of you privacy to apologise or whatever 

-          and you did, because he’s your brother, and no matter how many petty fights (verbal or physical) you get into with him, he’ll always be your twin. your other half 

-          but that doesn't mean you'll never take his ass down again if he doesn't watch his words

-          bcs you will ˙ ͜ʟ˙

-          the two of you like to tease each other, i mean, this is tsukishima we’re talking about, if he’s going to tease someone it’s most definitely going to be you

-          now onto what spurred this whole headcanon >:) 

-          everyone was nervous leading up to the match with shiratorizawa and, despite him not showing it, you knew tsuki was too. you could tell in the way he got dressed a bit slower that morning and the way he ate less and drank more water. plus it’s just twin intuition, you could just look at him and know what’s up 

-          n e ways, the match is going on and you would have fallen over the railing of the stands had it not been for akiteru’s grip on the back of your jacket (who scared the hell out of you when he first showed up. “kei’s not gonna like you being here, nii-chan.”) 

-          so it’s getting intense 

-          you’re sure this single match has taken 50 years off your life

-          you’ll give tsuki a good slap when the match is over for it 

-          you cried a little when tsuki blocked ushy gushy’s spike, but you made akiteru and yachi swear not to tell anyone especially tsuki since he would tease the fuck outta you and you don't need that. 

-         and then (y’know where i’m going with this) tsuki just goes and fucks up his hand 

-       it was like you became the flash because you were down in the court in literal seconds (akiteru swore you jumped over the rails down onto the court, but . . . i guess we’ll never know ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ)   

The walk to the medical room was silent. 

You could hear the cheers and screaming from the main gym form where you were, the shrill sounds echoing down the hallway almost hauntingly. You cursed a bit when you felt chills run down your spine, because despite being wrapped in your karasuno jacket and an extra jacket akiteru brought, the short length of your skirt provided barely any warmth for your legs. 

From beside you, Tsukishima was silent, simply clutching onto his bleeding hand while burning holes into the polished linoleum floor. You had expected him to tease you about the glare you sent Ushijima when you jumped onto the court (said boy would later confess to his teammate that that had been the only moment he truly felt fear), or make fun of the way akiteru’s jacket seemed to drown you and made you look like a wet cat; but he didn’t. And his silence was more unnerving than anything. 

But you knew Kei. You knew the looks he was giving, the way his face seemed to relax and become more expressive when it was only the two of you, you could see his thoughts and worries as plain as day on his face. 

You were twins after all. You knew Kei better than he knew himself, you knew his attitude was nothing short of a direct result of your brother's lies and his worry was because he had finally gotten a taste of what volleyball was really like, and he was craving more. 

So, as the eldest twin, you did what you did best. 

You teased him. 

“Stop making that face, you look constipated.” 

Tsuki snapped his head over to you and scowled, “Shut up.” 

“No, you shut up, and listen well, Kei.” Your strict and monotone voice surprised him a little, he hadn’t heard you use that voice in a while, let alone with him; you were known as the nicer twin after all, “You need to trust that the others will hold their own. Have trust in your team to keep Shiratorizawa on their toes. You know them, you know they can hold their own and take some points. You’ve trained and practiced with them for a while now, Kei. You’ve seen their improvements and you’ve seen their hard times, have a little more trust in them. So stop worrying about what could happen while you’re not there and start thinking about what you’ll do when you get back, big head.” 

There was a silence between the two of you as the medic room sign came into view. You sighed a little as you shrugged in your mind, perhaps Kei was too deep in his thoughts to care about your words, but there was only so much you could do to convince him to relax a little. But before you could slide open the door to the medic room, you felt a little tug on the back of your (akiteru’s) jacket. 

Tsuki still looked down to the ground, but you could just about make out a small dust of pink on his cheeks, “thanks for that . . . y/n” 

Your eyes widened a bit and you nearly made a move to pinch yourself because on the way to the medic room you must have died and went to heaven or aliens must have burst through the window and taken you to an alternate universe where your brother, Tsukishima fucking Kei, was thanking you. 

You hands shook a little as you pulled Tsuki’s face down, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead and checking his body for other injuries, “What the fuck, are you sure it’s only your hand that’s injured? Did one of Ushiwaka’s spikes hit you in the head? I think you’re dying . . . yeah, that’s what it is. Maybe you should sit this game out Kei, you might start doing crazier things like tell me you love me or that I’m the best sister you could have asked for or-” 

“OH, SHUT UP!” 

You laughed as Tsuki pushed you into the medic room and ignored you as his hand was being bandaged up. Tsuki glared at you over his shoulder as you poked and prodded the back of his head and teased him further, but when he turned back around his glare softened. 

Tsuki was grateful for your presence. He was thankful you were there to keep his head on his shoulders and make sure he stayed focused on what really mattered. And out of everyone in the world, Tsuki was glad you were his twin - his better half. 

Not that’d he ever tell you.

-         so yeah :) 

-          tl;dr tsukishima is a tsundere and secretly loves you ˙ ͜ʟ˙

[bellarosethefangirl]

Hello! Hope you're doing well and also happy birthday! I would like a match-up please (I saw your birthday event and I thought it would be interesting!) Also I hope I did this right!

1. She/Her, Cis Female

2.I stand about 161 cm!

3. I'm fine with male or female since I'm biromantic asexual but I'm usually leaning towards males

4. I am 23!

5. Honestly? In terms of a partner, I want someone who I can connect with and someone who has a good personality. Someone who makes me feel like I'm understood, supportive, seen and just yknow overall be this relationship where we can make each other better but also be able to love each other's imperfections and stuff. I also like the small quiet moments that we can share that feels intimate and that it feels like we can see ourselves, the ability to like connect and love someone like that. Someone who is kind and open-minded, a bit nerdy, funny, appreciates the arts,has a humanitarian side, intelligent but not to the point they sound like they're greater than anyone but like they're aware of their limits too and just someone who I can talk to with just about anything and everything.

6.Pink Peonies!

7. All For One, All Might, Endeavour, DIO, Vanilla Ice, Rubber Soul, Kira, Aqua Necklace's stand user, Keicho, Present Mic

8. I don't mind villains!

9. BNHA/MHA and JJBA (Maybe DIU? 👉👈👉👈)

Type of Readings: Tarot Card, Potions (Purple) and Tea Reading (the type of tea I drink is Earl Grey with one teaspoon of sugar in it, I like cats and Present will do!)

Thanks for taking an interest! I appreciate the birthday message sorry this took forever to get to. I had to take a break from writing. Hope you like your matchup 💗💗 Hope you're doing well.

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

My Hero Academia

Abella's eyes light up upon your first request for a tarot card reading she asks you to take a seat at her table. It's round with a purple table cloth, it's filled with various items one would expect from a fortune teller. You're seated on a stack of square shaped cushions across her. She snaps her fingers and in front of you all the items disappear after the pink cloud covering the table is gone.

A pink tarot card deck is in front of her as well as some more items but her attention is directed to the deck. She begins shuffling then lines them up in front of you in a neat row. You notice the hearts on her face glowing.

"First I'll have you choose two cards."

You do as she says and the other cards disappear and reappear in her hands. She shuffles them but this time her cards are glowing pink. The painted hearts underneath her eyes continue glowing pink. She points a pink polished finger and the cards surround the both of you. They float in the air effortlessly in a slow vortex.

“For true romance to be I’ll need to know who your true love is. Pick one card but be sure to pick the one that calls to you. Be true to your beloved by following your heart.”

The cards fly to the table lining up neatly in front of you. You do as Abella says and follow your heart. You hover your hand over several cards until you get a warm feeling deep in your heart. You choose a card and it begins glowing. The other cards return to Abella’s side in a stack.

“You did so well. Now let’s set your cards down on the table.”

One card is glowing pink while the other two look normal. Abella hovers her hand over the glowing card, closing her eyes. A huge rose shaped magic marking surrounds you two on the ground. You look around as both of your locks of brown hair float gently off your shoulders.

"I'll start by revealing your true love."

Your brown eyes follow Abella's to the card. It's now glowing white. Abella waves her hand across it, causing it to spin. When she has her hand gently cupped over it, the card stops spinning. Her hand is back at her side and you now see an image of a male in the card. He has straight dark shoulder length hair with triangular cut bangs. He has a huge smile, most likely laughing about a joke. He has dark eyes, and his most notable feature is his arms since the elbows look rounded almost like tape dispensers.

"His name is Hanta Sero and I see he is a heroic individual who enjoys laughter as much as you do. He loves to make jokes and he is constantly smiling. He is everything you're looking for in a partner. He would be supportive, understanding, and a very love your imperfections whole heartedly."

You think over all of what Abella has said with a smile on your face. To think your true love is trying to become a hero. Abella directs your attention to your other cards you picked. She flips one over while you look to it curiously.

The first card reveals a pink image of a what looks to be an angel. It's a person in a white gown with wings, they hold two goblets, pouring water into the other. The setting is at a pond and beautiful grassy scenery.

"If you're single and asking about love then Temperance is a very good card to get. It represents someone who will love you deeply. Temperance in a relationship reading denotes two people who both believe in relationships and know-how to have a relationship."

You think over the reading with a smile as its a romance you long for. Abella then flips over the next card. It reveals the image of four wooden trees beside each other, two on one side and another two across them. They're decorated with plant life and red roses, beneath them in the background is a man and woman holding bouquets and waving them. Behind them is a castle and people gathered around it.

"This card is called four of wands. It has many meanings but in love it means to connect with someone special. Perhaps there is a special someone in your life."

You thought it sounded nice, nodding in understanding. You give Abella your thoughts while she puts away her tarot card deck in her white shawl she is wearing. Her eyes show you her interest in your potential romance. She hopes to be helpful to you.

She is delighted to hear you're interested in a tea reading. She grabs the white tea pot with pink and red heart prints covering it. She snaps her fingers summoning a tin of loose leaf Earl Grey tea. Abella gets the tea leaves ready in the tea pot. She begins her instructions your tea reading.

"Once your tea is at the perfect temperature to drink, I'll need you to ponder a question for this tea reading. Do not share it with me. I'll need you to think of the question and to pick one before you finish drinking. Leave about a tablespoon of tea left behind in the cup." She then looks over to you remembering a very important detail. "Do remember this reading will be about romance, a question leading to romance sounds most appropriate since its why you're here."

The hearts on her face are glowing while her eyes are closed. She is reflecting on her intentions and begins transferring her energy into the tea leaves. She then looks over to you while setting down the teacup in front of you. You drink your tea once she hands you the saucer and cup. You leave a tablespoon of liquid in the cup while thinking of your question.

"Will love find me soon?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.

Abella gently picks up the teacup and saucer. She uses her left hand to swirl the tea left to right three times. Slowly the fortune teller carefully inverts the cup over the pink saucer. She closes her eyes for one minute, you notice the hearts on her face are glowing so it was intentional. Once she opens her eyes she rotates the cup three times again. She turns the cup upright, positioning the handle south. 

She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant it smells of soothing earl grey tea, it's a relaxing smell. She reveals an image of a cat. The tea leaves appear to be at the top of the cup. Your dark brown eyes look over the leaves at the cute image of the feline. Abella is also smiling, hoping you'll like her reading.

"It seems you'll have a fresh start in life. This indicates you're usually happy or content in life but there is a focus on endless curiosity. This could be pointed to love."

Understanding her words you thank her. Abella then asks you what your next and final request will be. You look over to her potions on the shelf behind her and ask her about it. She walks over to her shelf with a smile. You point out the purple potion.

"This potion is called, "lovers luck". It gives you 40% more luck. This increases the chances you���ll see your true love.

The bottle is a lavender color and heart shaped. It's covered in purple floral designs, it has a single green flower on the front. The lid is also lavender and its round resembling a gem. She didn't bother including how the potion has an affect for romance and you potentially having a date. She figured you would experience it on your own.

You look over the potion with curiosity. Abella explains how you must drink the entire bottle for it to have affect on you. She also tells you it tastes similar to diluted punch so you wouldn't have to worry about the flavor. You open the lid and it smells of berries and a hint of fruit. You drink the entire serving inside the small bottle of potion.

You don't feel any different so you look to the fortune teller. She smiles and guides you to the center of her tent. She summons a portal at the center of the rose pink symbol on the ground. The hearts beneath her eyes glow the same color. Your hair is floating above your shoulders as you stood beside her. She explains your true love is at the other side of the portal.

"Do remember not to be disheartened should today not work out. Love works in mysterious ways at times. Best of luck."

You bid her goodbye and give a thanks before entering the portal. You open your eyes noting how you're at the center of the city. There is nothing much going on. Passerby's walking along the streets minding their own business.

Your eyes soon land on Sero who is sitting at a bench. He is in his casual clothing looking at his which. Most likely waiting on his bus stop. He visually sighs, the bus stop taking it's time. You decide to sit beside him, remembering you drank the purple potion Abella gave you earlier. He did glance at you but kept to himself.

He was looking over at something before chuckling to himself and cracking a joke. You over heard his joke, giggling. He smiled over at you then introduced himself to you. You in turn introduce yourself. He thought your name sounded lovely. You two ended up chatting for half an hour before Sero asked you on a date. You both got along very well, talking about several topics and you noticed he has several attractive qualities you're looking for.

He invites you on a date at a diner so you two can enjoy each others company and eat. During the date he would make you laugh. You also noticed he could keep up with your intellectual conversations. When he talked about going to UA when he was in high school you were impressed.

After spending time together at the diner and eating you both walked around town for a bit. You held hands and enjoyed each others presence. Sero didn't realize it at first but he truly enjoyed the date and was hoping you admire him as much as he admires you.

You noticed him staring at your hand holding his own then direct a cute smile his way. Your smile is returned with a huge grin from him. The noticeable blush was absolutely adorable. You squeezed his hand affectionately causing him to do the same action. Before you knew it you're in his embrace while you looked into his eyes. You two somehow were drawn to each other. His dark eyes a contrast to your visibly brown iris'. You had to tilt your head up since he slightly towered over you. His touch is very gentle and he's a bit awkward from how he wraps his arms around you but you don't mind.

Eventually you two share a romantic kiss together. The embrace made you both felt so much happiness, it was loving yet comforting. Afterwards he offered to walk you back. You desired to head back to Abella's tent before going home. Her tent isn't too far so the small walk alongside Sero's side was nice. Before he his goodbye he kissed your forehead and promised you another date with a given time as well as a location.

You head back to Abella and enter her match making tent with a smile. She greets you with a smile on her pink lips. Her smile widens upon you talking about your date. After you're done talking about it she heads to a planter not too far away from where you're both talking. A flower is picked for you and she holds out a pink peony for you.

"This is for you, friend. May you find joy during your trials of love with Sero."

Pink peony’s super popular for wedding bouquets as they symbolise good luck and prosperity. For you and Sero they represent your luck in finding each other, and having a thriving relationship.