#‘ answered / 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ”

[prophisied]

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

cracks my knuckles. i'm gonna be honest, this one might make me sound like a bit of a bitch, but i think my biggest pet peeve is the way the rpc has become so goddamn isolating. everyone's got issues with everyone, people who don't use graphics judge people that do and vice versa, no one talks to people anymore. half the time when i'm on here, i feel like i'm back in high school.

i wanna elaborate a little that i'm a grown ass adult. i've been on this website for about 12 years now, and i remember the days of doing greeter starters, or in some cases mass greeter starters, replying to people's posts, etc. it was a different time, the vibe was different, and honestly ?? it was fucking fun. my pet peeve with the rpc currently is just that. i feel like i'm going up against the goddamn plastics or something because it's become so. disjointed. so isolating. i hesitate to use the word cliquey because it's not a bad thing to have a group of friends that you enjoy interacting with, but i's like. you can fucking tell the difference.

there's a sense of like. superiority sometimes ?? and it's like, fucking relax bc at the end of the day it's fucking tumblr rp, we're all nerds on the internet, no one is better than anyone, and we should all be better about the 'community' aspect of the roleplay community.

[dismaltouch]

answered prompt ( still accepting ) ↝ @bejcweled

❛ you’ve been a bad girl, and deserve a punishment. ❜ w prue

a simper tugged at her lips when he uttered those words coming from the male, eyes full of excitement. maybe it made her a little messed up in the head to enjoy such a thing, but prue just couldn't help herself. she laughed softly then, head canting to the side as she dared to step closer to him. most likely a poor decision, but one she didn't hesitate to make. "oh? you think i've been a bad girl? are you just so disappointed in me?" she taunted, tone mocking. it was all about getting a rise out of him after all. seeing how far she could push until there was a reaction. "and just how do you plan on punishing me, hmm ? come on ... show me that you can be creative."

[tragidies]

i might even say fuck it and revamp and only follow ppl who are willing to get Very Cool abt a Lot of Things Very Quickly

[astralcrewarch]

@moondevours. → from here.

“ kiss me and you'll find out. “

yingxing huffs slightly when yinyue speaks , brow furrowed & arms crossed. despite his apparent attitude he turns to face the other , arms falling to his sides. it doesn't take much to close the distance between them , a few strides & the swordsman is placing one hand on yinyue's waist , the other holding his chin.

❛ you say that like there's some secret behind it. ❜

the swordsman smirks , only for the briefest second , letting his gaze linger on dan feng's face for much longer than he really needs to. it's not as though kissing him requires looking at him , but it seems yingxing's in no hurry to follow his request , letting his gaze soften around the edges while his expression remains unchanged.

he thinks about saying something , lips half parted around the start of a sentence , but its quickly lost as yingxing leans in to kiss dan feng , lips pressed firmly against the other's. his hands serve to hold rather than trap , to cherish rather than harm. it's nowhere near long enough , but yingxing does find himself with something of a revelation when he breaks it , a pinkness to his face that wasn't there before.

the revelation in question being that he's now certain his heart could belong to no one else.

❛ so ?? any revelations on your end , dan feng ?? ❜

not that yingxing will ever be the first to say it.

[emptytcwn]

♡ answered prompts ( still accepting ) ↝ @devlishghosts sent ;

❛  make me forget everything except your name  ❜. for ; jeremy.

he still didn't understand why someone like her wanted anything to do with a guy like him. they were practically polar opposites. he knew he was not good for her, that she could've easily found someone far better than him. jeremy didn't understand why she hadn't yet, but he was always expecting that to change. for the time being, he'd allow himself to enjoy her company and the way she wanted to offer herself up to him. male grinned at her words as he looked down at her, head canting slightly. "you really want me to do that for you baby?"

[d3spite]

in  the  desert,  i  saw  a  creature,  naked,  bestial,  who,  squatting  upon  the  ground,  held  his  heart  in  his  hands,  and  ate  all  of  it  .  i  said  -  is  it  good,  friend ?  it  is  bitter,  bitter  -  he  answered  -  but  i  like  it,  because  it  is  bitter,  and  because  it  is  my  heart ───

⠀⠀⠀⠀ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⋅ 𓂃 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝐍𝐘𝐌 ...

₊ ⋅ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 › just call them nym. ₊ ⋅ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › probably genderfluid. uses any pronouns interchangeably. is referred to most commonly with they and he, which they do not mind. truthfully, they do not care what other people refer to him as and does not spend much time thinking about their identity. ₊ ⋅ 𝐚𝐠𝐞 › 29 years old, born in 1995. ₊ ⋅ 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧 › ayutthaya, thailand. ₊ ⋅ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 › currently renting a flat in london, england, which doubles as their work office. ₊ ⋅ 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 › private investigator. often hired to locate missing persons, uncover proof of infidelity, dig up dirt on somebody's competitors, etc. ₊ ⋅ 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 › not interested, please take that elsewhere.

₊ ⋅ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 › 172 cm. ₊ ⋅ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 › dark brown. constantly ringed with shadows from poor sleep. ₊ ⋅ 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 › black, overgrown, choppy. ₊ ⋅ 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 › esoteric. mostly dark, muted colors. flowy clothing that doesn't fit too snugly. scarves, shawls, loose pants. ₊ ⋅ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 › blessed with surprisingly clear skin and shiny hair. cursed with dry lips, peeling cuticles, eyebags like bruises, premature brow and eye wrinkles, and a creaking spine.

₊ ⋅ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 › blessed with an analytical mind and an extremely good memory. when waking from a nightmare, nym will often act erratically and more aggressively than normal. ₊ ⋅ 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 › diagnosed with a rather severe case of type 1 narcolepsy, leading to random bouts of sleep throughout the day that may last from seconds to hours. additionally deals with sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and rare episodes of cataplexy, in which their body completely collapses against their will. also suffers from frequent migraines. against medical judgement, they refrain from taking any medication besides painkillers. their condition has left them constantly littered with minute wounds across their body - cuts, burns, scrapes, and bruises. ₊ ⋅ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 › isfp. sparsely social, works better in one-on-one situations. guarded. genuinely empathetic, though it may come off in an eccentric way.

₊ ⋅ 𝐧𝐲𝐦'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 › whenever nym falls asleep, he receives visions of past, present, or future events. these visions are often centered around something or someone that has recently become important in his life, with a focus on events that have massively affected people's emotional states. he has recently been able to exercise a level of control over the subject of his visions, but likely due to mounting sensitivity, he has been receiving visions of events completely unrelated to him or anybody he knows. often, these visions show him the worst of humanity.

nym keeps this side of him hidden from the rest of the world, but uses them to his advantage while working. they sometimes are the reason why he begins certain investigations, and often give him the clues to close out his cases.

₊ ⋅ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 › lies often ⋆ does not consider his life story to be important or meaningful ⋆ substance abuse causes their dreams to white out to indistinguishable static, and they employ this only when pushed to the brink ⋆ you can track nym’s progress on a case based on this parameter: the shittier he looks, the closer he is to cracking it. ⋆

[mellowdisco]

📧   𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕, @allmagick​!

you sent a ‘ receiver’s muse is touch-starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to ’ from this meme, featuring axel and cloudy.

          his first reaction was to tense up when those fingers threaded through his hair. he let the other linger, as though testing carefully for a brief moment before fully closing in on his back. no one ever touched him. at least not with kindness and definitely not like axel was. ‘ what was that for? ’ he asked quietly, but there was no hint of annoyance or even the almost typical sauciness his questions tended to hold, just quiet inquiry. ‘ no insult attached? you must be up to something. ’

[regensia]

@distopea​ ⇀

Chinese food covering the coffee table, Ace wonders how things grew so casual between the two of them. Garou is often crashing at his place, pretending that he's just here bothering, but it's been a few weeks since he's coming back more regularly. They wouldn't put words on whatever they are experiencing, nor the fact they like to share meals, or even sleep in the same bed ( since the couch is apparently not that comfy in the end ). Ace looks aside, as he puts his chopsticks down, his eyes lingering over Garou's features. Softly, he grips his chin, inviting the fighter to turn his head. "It's... I'm looking at your wound." Ace pretends, his thumb gently brushing the place where he cleaned his injury before. Then, he swallows his spit and leans forward, pressing his lips against Garou's. He doesn't really know why he's doing it himself.

THEY had enough food on hand so that at least he wouldn’t be hungry through the night again, even if it wasn’t the greatest it still could fill their stomachs. He couldn’t complain – Garou couldn’t complain about much, really. Not only had he beat the shit out of Ace, the guy had accepted bandaging him up and then also fed him, regularly enough that he kept coming back. It was more comfortable than whatever old abandoned shack or any park bench he could find, that was for sure. Well, not that wretched springy couch the loser had on hand. He didn’t care to label whatever was going on, accepting the arrangements as likely temporary anyways, as most things and most friendships in his life.

HE had swallowed his food had, decent timing right before the ( maybe unwilling? ) host was staring at him, in a way that Garou could feel it enough, seeming to pierce through him. Yellow eyes glanced over, frame wanting to tighten and get ready to fight back when a hand went to his chin, but after the initial shock he understood there was no threat. So he huffed in apparent amusement.

“ You seem to be taking your role as nurse pretty seriously, ” he jabbed at the other. Though the statement had died off by the end with the way Ace’s thumb brushed over his cut lip so gently. He wasn’t used to gentle. Eyes widened at this gesture, but it hadn’t stopped there, Ace following through by leaning forwards, sealing lips to his own softly. This... he knew this was a kiss. But his brain was refusing to legitimately process the moment, and for someone who often defaulted to ‘ fight ’ when it came to ‘ fight or flight, ’ Garou just froze. 

AFTER a prolonged moment did a sound from the TV help his brain restart from its momentary blue screen, forcing the fighter to blink at last, leaning back to break the kiss a bit suddenly. He didn’t have it in him to feel ashamed for blushing as hard as he was, confusion overriding all other emotions. Was... was this what Ace thought they were?

“ What- what the hell was that? ”

[prophisied]

♚ How many people don't like you?

as if you do not know the answer to this one lmao.

this one's sort of common knowledge if you're on the Other side of the fandom, but i am not very well liked by a good chunk of the kingdom hearts fandom. which is fine, everyone is entitled to their opinions on me, but it's just a very well known ( or well-observable ) fact that me and a few of the more. let's say prominent people in that fandom do everything in our power to avoid each other.

as to the specifics of why, it's not really something i care to talk about publicly just because i've already put that anxiety behind me.

i'm sure there's more people out there somewhere who don't like me, but i've never heard nor seen them, so uh...good on them for staying away from me ??

[dismaltouch]

answered prompt ( still accepting ) ↝ @bejcweled

❛  i'm sorry i didn't listen to you sooner.  ❜ w declan

declan tried his best to not lash out at brooklyn, to keep himself as composed as he possibly could. knew that she didn't do well when he got slightly confrontational with her. he wasn't necessarily gifted with the ability to practice patience or understanding, but he tried. he was doing what he could to keep calm and hear her out. he just couldn't understand why she didn't listen to him in the first place, because the disaster could've been easily avoided if she had. the blonde inhaled sharply, turning away from brooklyn for a moment to truly get himself pulled together. reminded himself that while his feelings were mostly valid, he couldn't direct that anger at brooklyn, because it wasn't entirely her fault at the end of the day. she was just a little bit too naïve and she often failed to think critically. once he was certain his emotions were under his own control, he faced her again and gave her a curt nod. "well, thankfully you have someone like me around to get you out of these messes."

[tragidies]

@eikonbound said: [ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

joshua loved jote , really he did. but the hideaway was secure , of that the phoenix was certain. he knew that for a fact , & yet jote seemed determined to follow him no matter where he went. it was endearing to a degree , & also utterly exhausting trying to think of ways to deter his loyal companion.

which brings him to now , diving into an alcove previously unseen by him. perhaps it will allow him a moment of peace , to breathe on his own without someone fretting over him.

or rather , perhaps not entirely on his own. his gaze meets dion's momentarily , & the phoenix merely blinks in surprise ,back pressed against the wall & yet finding hardly an inch of room between them.

there's little light in this space , & joshua is grateful , his face turning slightly pink when he speaks.

❛ my apologies , your highness. i didn't mean to - ❜

all too suddenly , dion is silencing him , gaze darting to either side of them as footsteps approach them. the phoenix hardly has to look to know it's jote , looking for him , as if he's not currently the safest he's ever been. he meets dion's gaze once bahamut relaxes , the prince's hand returning to his side quickly , though joshua's gaze never strays.

❛ pray tell , what exactly are you hiding from , your highness ?? ❜

[astralcrewarch]

@astrcls. → from here.

[ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is missing the deceased sender.

the general sits at his desk , & to anyone else , he may look deep in thought , perhaps even in meditation . in his hands , a jade charm is turned over & over , fingers brushing the same spots again & again , as though he's done this before , as though it might bring him some clarity .

is he looking for clarity ?? or is he looking for something to ease the ache of his loneliness ??

it doesn't , not that jing yuan ever expected it to. if anything , it makes the ache in his chest burrow further , grip him tighter than before. this feeling with no place to go , jing yuan is reticent to name it , holding the jade charm to his chest tightly. if he names it , he admits to feeling it , to longing for someone he can never have again , someone who may never have been truly his.

naming it means moving on , & the general's not sure he knows how to do that , how to put aside these feelings & let them go.

he hadn't ever truly moved on , not from this. he's not sure he ever could.

grief , he thinks , isn't truly something that needs a name , setting the charm back in its place. everything dan feng had gifted him through the years had a place here , an open confession of his own feelings , of the love that had now turned to grief , gripping him & sinking talons into his heart.

the image of the high elder's smile is etched into his mind , just as vivid through the years.

after all , what else was grief if not love with nowhere to go ??

[emptytcwn]

♡ answered prompts ( still accepting ) ↝ @devlishghosts sent ;

❛  beg me for it and i might let you come  ❜. for ; angela.

angela stared at him in disbelief for a moment, wondering if she'd heard him correctly. he wanted her to beg for it? she'd never done that before. then again, she hadn't exactly been with many people, and none of them had the commanding sort of presence or personality that jordan did. all she knew, was that she was determined to do a good job, because she wanted to be able to cum. she couldn't imagine not getting her release after working hard for it. a needy whine escaped her as hands grasped at homme's shoulders, eyes boring into his. "p-please," she started. "please let me cum. i ... i've been such a good girl for you. i need this. please."

[roronoacherries]

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮

➸ the start of something new; genin!ss, fluff

➸ sakura uchiha always gets what she wants; married!ss, nsfw

➸ nightmares; married!ss, fluff, slight angst

➸ camaraderie; genin!ss, team7-centered, fluff

➸ de cero; blankperiod!ss, angst

➸ menma-verse; blankperiod!ss, fluff

𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

➸ what do you say we test it out?; nsfw

➸ sweet little whore; nsfw

➸ someplace safe; fluff

➸ pomegranates chocolate & sake; nsfw

➸ noticing; bi!reader, fluff

➸ melancholy; she/they!reader, fluff

➸ midnight snack; nsfw

➸ sleeptalking; nsfw

➸ sharing; ft. luffy, nsfw

➸ monster; light angst / fluff

➸ deserving; fluff

➸ tenerte y quererte; latina reader, fluff

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

➸ what zoro is like when he’s in love; fluff

➸ zoro loves your thighs; fluff + slight nsfw mention

➸ zoro hates being tied up; nsfw

➸ best sex positions: nsfw

➸ breeding kink / mating press; nsfw

➸ zoro and his bandana; nsfw

➸ opposite s/o; fluff

➸ medic x zoro; nsfw

➸ untitled; nsfw

➸ sad romcoms make zoro cry; fluff

➸ drinking; fluff

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

➸ whimpers; nsfw

➸ querida socia; brief nsfw

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

➸ one piece works in progress

➸ lost love; monster trio series

➸ shopping for undergarments; monster trio headcanons

➸ worship & whimpers; sanji drabble, nsfw

➸ hidden treasures; citrus trio drabbles, nsfw

➸ modo melancólico; gojo / zoro inspired drabble, sfw

➸ crushing; eddie munson fluff

➸ the way i loved you; eddie munson fluff

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

➸ #୨⎯ sol escribe ☼ - all fics & one shots

➸ #୨⎯ pedacito de sol ☼ - drabbles & headcanons

➸ #୨⎯ sol’s requests ☼ - all requests

➸ #୨⎯ sol answers ☼ - ask responses

➸ #୨⎯ biblioteca ☼ - works i would read again

➸ #୨⎯ rayos de sol ☼ - works i loved most

[oldestking]

@blostmian said ; “  can’t sleep?  ”  /  from:   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

                        How long has it been since we have last seen each other, dear friend?  -A distant voice asked.-  It hasn’t been so long i’m afraid. Can’t you remember? The king answered. A vague memory.... Nothing different from the majority of his nights. A tragic end, the cold feeling of solitude, the emptiness that followed after. All things that felt strangely familiar were now gathered around him, chaining him down to the depths of the dark sea that was the realm of dreams.

The room was submerged in pure silence, and a frown now appeared over his features. A sort of stubbornness- as the king had already woken himself up from the realm of dreams, yet for some reason ( that was unknown even to him ), he kept his eyes tightly shut. His thoughts were so scattered at that moment that nothing was precisely clear inside his mind anymore- a rare thing- for he took pride in being someone who rarely lost his focus.

                        ‘ THUMP. ‘ And suddenly, the sound of rock clashing against the cold tiles of Chaldea’s floor now abruptly cut the previous silence that was lingering in the room, and following right after, the sound of a low growl coming from the now annoyed king made its presence-, yet it wasn´t the loud sound or the fact that his tablet had just slipped away from his lap what made him finally open his eyes- no, it was another sound that managed to snatch his interest, a honeyed calm voice, it was the voice of a woman.

                         ❝ bold assumptions you are making, caster ... ❞ He spoke in a quieter tone than usual as his own tiredness slipped through the tone of his voice without his awareness. With bright crimson eyes now fully awake and staring directly at magenta colored ones, his gaze remained sternly fixated on her in a way that would have provoked fear in anyone who did not know the king, yet he was aware that this magus.... She could see things that the common folk could not see.  ‘ The eyes which see through the world ‘ . It wouldn’t surprise him if she could at the very least, see one thin layer of his thoughts.

                      ❝ However- you are correct this time. And i’m thankful for that- for I still have a lot of files to get through. ❞    Nothing more, nothing left.    His words now lacking any sort of emotion he had previously felt through his dreams. What the caster was witnessing right now was the mighty king of Uruk once again.   ❝ I assume you didn’t simply come to admire me during my rest, isn’t that right? State your business. ❞

[awnterslder]

❝  are you sure you don’t want me to stay?  ❞ / 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

      she’s left without an answer for a brief moment before a slight, lopsided grin pulls at bucky’s lips. “did you want to?” he’s noticed it within himself, and between the two of them how carefully they navigate this dynamic of theirs. watchful of each other’s space and apparent boundaries, self-doubts that keep them from staying and allowing them the comfort of each other’s company. truth is, he enjoys hope’s company. genuinely. she’s more than the baker that gives him free coffee he’s somehow deserved, more than the firm belief behind her eyes that he’s someone good. despite his question, time has never been on his side. he had some things to sort out on his own, the details of which he couldn’t find disclosing to her at the current moment. the grin eventually fades as he tilts his head. expression softens. “... next time, maybe. i’ll be alright on my own for now.” / @espercr​