#Two for the price of one {ooc & ic}

[dtrghost]

please.....one shot of flirty ghost with fem!reader...

flirty ghost... 😫

thank you for the request!!

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x bartender fem!reader

synopsis: Price invites the team out to a night at a renowned club in London after a job well done. Team 141 watches in surprise as Simon flirts with the hot bartender ;). I made simon rich, because I find rich guys hot, so yeah. a bit sub!ghost because he'd do anything for a girl like you.

warnings: allusions to smut (dirty ghost), flirty (probably ooc) ghost, alcohol, pining, hints at sex and arousal, etc.

part 2

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The strong reek of alcohol brought a sigh of relief to the team, watching a variety of people mingle and chat as they maneuvered through the crowd. Team 141 had a rough month filled with death, pain, and shitty drinks which consisted of mostly tap water or anything else they could find that wouldn't kill them. So as a treat for their success, their Captain suggested a night out in London, more specifically in a bar that he had visited with Laswell and some colleagues in the past.

"Alright gentlemen. This isn't your average pub so, behave will ya. I'm not draggin' your arses outta here tonight." He spoke, adjusting his button up shirt with a look shot at Johnny who gave him a mock offended look. Simon rolled his eyes, looking around and ignoring the weird glances at him for the mask he wore. He didn't see the point. He'd much rather drink whiskey on his couch with a shit black and white film rather than waste his money on unnecessarily expensive drinks that'll taste just the same.

But he was there, and he was dying for the liquid gold of a nice drink after the hell he endured for the last month. He strayed from the group, making his way to the bar and taking a seat. His eyes scanned over the brands on display behind the counter.

"Fuckin' hell." He muttered to himself, catching the attention of the bartender who just chuckled. A shiver ran up his spine from the sound as a woman appeared in front of him.

"Take it this is your first time, haven't seen you around before." You started, his eyes widening slightly at you. Your voice was smooth, he thought. Your American accent differed from the various European ones that flooded the room around him.

You took his appearance in with a slight raise of your eyebrow. He wore a black button up that hugged his muscular and beefy frame, the fabric straining as his arms tensed. You noticed the dog tags that hung out as he leaned on the counter, his face entirely covered by the skull mask he wore.

"Yeah, first time." You hummed, gesturing back to the bottles behind you. You glanced behind him, watching as other men that you recognized as regulars seemed to divert their usual tactics away from you tonight, focusing on other women around who'd leave them high and dry all the same. It didn't surprise you, the sheer size of the man in front of you was enough to intimidate anyone. Nobody sat next to him, his presence practically demanding his own space as others squeezed in between people two seats away on both sides to avoid being next to him.

"What can I get for you..." You trailed off, gesturing for a name to put to his masked face. He was usually cautious about who he gave his name to, years of paranoia to thank for that. But this was just one night, and he'd like never see you again.

Damn it to hell.

"Simon. Simon Riley. I'll take the Macallan, the bottle and a glass with no ice." Your eyebrows jumped in surprise, looking at him a bit unsure about how much military made in general. You only had one bottle of Macallan whiskey that night, and it was not cheap.

"Uhh.. that's Macallan No.6. £6,000."

"I know my whiskey love. If you will. You can close my tab too, s'all I want." He slid you his card, and you huffed, grabbing the full bottle and ringing him up. You half expected his card to decline, and when it didn't you were still impressed, sliding the bottle to him with his requested cup.

"Thanks sweetheart. What brings an American girl like yourself to downtown London?" He pondered, relishing the sound of your resonant laugh and the flow of your movements as you took cups and passed refills to other customers.

"I attend the University of London for biomedical engineering." You listened to his low whistle as he took a sip of his drink, sighing in relief at the burning sensation sliding down his throat. You caught sight of his plump, soft lips before he pulled his mask down again, only adding to your attraction to him.

"Pretty and smart. Lucky lad whoever he is." This wasn't your first rodeo, and it wasn't the first time someone attempted to smooth talk you while you worked, but for a voice like his you were more than happy to entertain. You liked his deep baritones, the rasp that accompanied certain words, and how delicious his accent was.

"As if. Nobody's hit the standard for that yet." He hummed approvingly. He liked women who wouldn't settle for anything less than what they wanted, and it made you that much more attractive to him, and made him want you to himself even more, though he was sure he wasn't the only one that wanted that too.

"I never got your name love." You swallowed down the sudden lump in your throat as you forced your heart to stop skipping beats from the pet name. It's not like it was the first time someone called you that, you'd heard it at least 20 times since you opened, but from his lips, his voice gracing your ears, you wish he'd call you that every day. You put on your game face, willing yourself to not be so easy.

"Well, you haven't done anything to earn it so, no dice." He almost groaned, loving the sultry, unimpressed eyes that gazed into his with an aura of confidence that would crush any mediocre man that dared to try his luck with you.

"Name your price, I like a good challenge anyway." He listened to your 'hm', your hands meeting as you twisted your rings around your fingers in thought. He took a second to truly capture your image. The simple yet elegant black blazer that, even though buttoned, revealed a deep V down your chest with a nice view of your cleavage in the center. You'd been there since your freshman year, the owner liked you, the customers liked you, so you got away with a lot, including small breaks in dress code.

You looked expensive, you smelled expensive, and fuck was it the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He loved the light reflecting off the jewelry that decorated your skin, from the multiple piercings on your ears to the thick, steel bands that wrapped around your fingers. You were beautiful, brilliant, and he knew he'd be willing to do anything for another night with you.

"Since you've been nice to me tonight, I'll make it a bit easier. Come back tomorrow with a planned date, dinner preferably. Keep it simple and classy. This is a test, I have expectations that I'm not going to inform you of but they all fall under typical date etiquette. Fail to meet any of them and well, no name for you." For any other woman he'd think they were being outrageous, a full date without knowing their name? Like hell he'd do something like that. But for you? To hear your voice, to be graced with your presence, to know your name, fuck he'd take you on as many dates as you want.

"Deal pretty girl, you'll have the best night of your life." He shifted in his seat at the way your chin jutted upwards for a moment, snickering with a pleased look before you went back to your job. He watched you the entire time, switching from whiskey to water after unconsciously refilling his glass with the bottle in his hand which he ended up moving to the unoccupied seat next to him. He wanted to sober up enough so he wouldn't forget tonight, so he wouldn't forget you.

"Looks like your buddies are cheering you on over there." You noted with a small smile, gesturing to the group of guys wiggling their eyebrows at him with quiet cheers and fists in the air.

"Fuckin' hell."

"Hey it's cute. I'm assuming you're not the flirty type with them huh." You teased. He watched as you popped a quick ice cube in your mouth, sighing in relief as the bar slowly emptied, leaving just the two of them and his team a few seats down. He had to stop himself from thinking about how it'd feel with your tongue and ice against his hot, throbbing cock. How pretty you'd look on your knees, water and spit running down the sides of your mouth as you struggled to take all of his length. He rolled his eyes and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment before glancing back at them.

"Definitely not. Those fuckers never know when to lay off." You laughed quietly, your hand instinctively covering your mouth as you looked down. He couldn't help himself, reaching over and lifting your head up by your chin, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your smooth skin. You looked surprised by his gesture, the look of self-assurance in his advances clear in his amber eyes as they lazily peered into yours.

"Don't hide that beautiful smile of yours lovie. Wanna see it as much as I can before I leave." You couldn't help the wide grin that spread across your lips, watching his eyes crease which signaled that he was a smily as you were.

"Yeah? And when do I get to see yours huh? I'm oh so curious to know what the dark and edgy skull face looks like under the mask."

"I guess you'll just have to find out after our dinner won't you sweetheart."

"Oi! Ghost ain't layin' it on too much there is he lass?" Soap interrupted, nearly shouting from his place at the bar and directing the attention of the last few people who stuck around to him.

"That's enough from you sergeant." Ghost spat, downing the rest of his water with a glare sent his way. Johnny shrunk slightly from the heat of the look, drinking the rest of his beer as Price chuckled at the both of them.

"Sergeant huh. What're you then? Seems like you give orders often. My kinda guy." You flirted, taking his glass away and putting them with the rest.

"Lieutenant. If you like orders I'm more than willing to give some to you." The wink he sent you made you brain dead enough to stumble, him quickly to stead you with his hands reaching to catch your arms as you steadied yourself against the bar counter. You huffed and stood up straight, adjusting your outfit.

"Game on playboy." You grumbled, eyes flickering to his smug ones as the team made their way over.

"Making a girl fall Ghost? Not very nice of you." Price countered, giving his subordinate a disapproving shake of his head as Simon rolled his eyes.

"I know right. Careful Casper, might get it with one of your friends instead of you don't play nice." You glanced at Johnny and Kyle who were then turning red at your look, proving that they were just as attracted to you as he was.

"If you're looking for an.... unsatisfied night then by all means, have your way with em. Especially that one." He jabbed his finger at Johnny who was too out of it to comprehend what he'd just said about him, Kyle following the same road as they leaned on each other for support. You hummed, grabbing his face with your hand under his chin and pulling his closer to you, much to everyone's surprise as his eyes blew open.

"And you're confident you can.. 'satisfy" me Simon?" You pressed, your grip on his face tightening. He didn't respond, he couldn't, the look in your eyes pulled him in. The challenge and condescending tone, the lust. The daring nature of you was captivating, it took his breath away. It made his brain go numb in the moment, much like you expected it to.

"I guess we'll see then huh, pretty boy." With that you pushed his head to the side, and he felt his bulge pressing against his pants as he took a deep breath in, recovering from the blow to his ego and the wave of arousal traveling down to his painfully hard dick.

"Bar's closed. I'll see you tomorrow Simon. Make sure you can actually get it up, I'd hate to be disappointed." He scoffed, gaining his sense of dominance and confidence back before standing up with his bottle and revealing the height that added on to his monstrous size. Your breath hitched as he leaned over the counter, the smell of whiskey and expensive cologne invading your senses as his breath fanned over your skin from his mask.

"I wouldn't worry about me love. Might wanna call off from work after what I do to you." You couldn't help but press your legs together a bit at the clench of your pussy at his words, feeling yourself grow wet from his voice as you clasped your hands behind your back. You both glanced down at your action, the tension almost too much for you to handle, letting out a breath you were holding as he leaned back and away from you.

"I'm counting on it. I need a few days off anyway." You responded as nonchalant as you could, though you could see the smirk behind his mask at the small shake in your voice.

"I'll be back tomorrow pretty girl. Be a good girl for me and get ready."

...

Son of a bitch.

And that's it!! I wanna be a hot bartender and flirt with a hot military guy with a deep voice and British accent... anyway. Thank you for the request!! It was a joy to write it!!

@kaicubus

[redcreekfm]

        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 whenever  the  end  of  october  approaches .  nothing ,  not  even  the  balmy  summer  nights  nor  the  white-tipped  trees  and  carols ,  can  bring  red  creek  to  life  quite  like  halloween  does .  perhaps  there  was  something  to  be  said ,  too ,  about  a  town  full  of  people  so  eager  to  don  a  mask  and  costume ,  to  let  go  of  their  secrets  and  strife  in  a  night  of  complete  abandon  and  fantasy .  for  the  children  of  red  creek ,  a  night  of  schoolyard  pranks ,  trespassing  the  town’s  most  haunted  house ,  and  carrying  their  buckets  of  candy  down  pumpkin-dotted  streets  awaits .  for  the  adults  not  concerned  with  or saddled  by  their  own  set  of  trick-or-treaters ,  a  night  of  sugary  cocktails  shot  out  of  a  syringe  or  sipped  through  plastic  blood  bags  and  a  sea  of  dressed-up  bodies  all  swaying  to  the  same  thrumming  beat  like  one  living ,  breathing ,  creature ,  is  only  part  of  the  revelry  that  awaits  at  the  warehouse.  for  those  who  are  less  inclined  to  crowds ,  there  is  redstone ,  although  the  chaos  at  the  small  bar  is  sometimes  even  grander  than  that  of  red  creek's  only  nightclub ,  halloween  being  no  exception .  there  are  the  woods  and  the  graveyard  for  the  amateur  ghost  hunters ,  up  to  no  good  teenager ,  and  twisted  lovers  alike  to  traverse .  and  of  course ,  there  is  dolly's ,  open  long  past  the  witching  hour ,  always  there  to  serve  up  a  warm  cup  of  coffee  or  a  greasy  plate  of  fries  once  the  sun  begins  to  rise  again  and  the  restless  souls  of  red  creek  find  their  way  back  to  themselves .  there  is  only  one  person  in  town ,  one  beloved  spirit ,  for  which  none  of  the  above  applies ...

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 ,  only  now  reaching  the  later  years  of  her  thirties ,  who  was  the  fantasy  of  many  a  prepubescent  preteen  in  red  creek ,  and  the  parental  figure  so  many  lacked .  red  creek's  most  prominent  babysitter  won't  make  it  to  slide  into  her  favorite  diner  booth  and  order  a  strawberry  milkshake ,  the  way  she's  done  since  she  was  ten  years  old ,  once  halloween  ends .  she  won't  even  get  to  put  on  her  costume  —  alaina  price  will  be  dead  before  the  last  of  the  trick-or-treaters  even  stop  ringing  her  doorbell .  the  last  gift  she  was  given ,  or  perhaps  the  last  torture  inflicted  if  the  multiple  stab  wounds  across  her  body  are  anything  to  go  by ,  would  be  the  ruby  red  gash  across  the  expanse  of  her  throat ,  the  blood  still  warm  when  police  find  her . 

              𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 …

10 p.m.  —  red creek sheriff's department finds alaina's body . norwood street is shut down for trick-or-treaters .

11 p.m.  —  red creek's biggest halloween party at the warehouse is cut short for the first time in twenty-five years , leaving attendees confused .

1 a.m. —  it's announced a dead body was found in a house on norwood street , although the details as to whom was found and the circumstances of their death are not available .

3 a.m. — a town-wide curfew is enforced , ending all remaining halloween celebrations . residents are now aware police are searching the area for a murderer , still on the loose .

              𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 …

this is our opening plot drop / event , which all takes place on halloween night ic ! ooc the event will last for two weeks starting from today , friday october 18 - saturday november 2nd . afterwards , you may wrap up threads from this event and drop , but please do not begin any new ones ! all threads from opening must take place on halloween night no earlier than 6 p.m. additionally , please timestamp all starters and reference the timeline to see what information your muses would or wouldn't know at said time ! you are more than welcome to start threads from whatever point in the night you want as long as you adhere to the timeline . note that certain locations , like early rise bakery & cafe , white pine auto garage , silver coin laundromat , red creek k-12 , ghosts in the attic , and other places will be closed at this time . if you're unsure if a location is off limits , just shoot us a message ! please be as creative as you want , and of course if you have any questions , just let us admins know ! enjoy your halloween , red creek . it might very well be your last ...

[sansloii]

this is a PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL. by liking this post, you give me permission to:

send random asks ( both ic asks and ooc headcanon asks, likely coming from the prompts you've reblogged )

eek into your dms to bark loudly about our muses

reply to your opens that are collecting dust

give you my heart and soul for the low, low price of free

these are things that i would've already done to some degree if we're already speaking and letting our muses playing in the sandbox together. however, i never want to inundate anyone with more than they can handle or overwhelm them with interaction.

in addition to that, by liking this, i can count on reciprocation of some kind on your end. you do not have to jump when i jump, but interaction is a two way street and I do not wish to be the only one driving all the time. ❤️ thanks!

last updated: 07/10/2024

[benbraeden]

yall,,,,,

these last two days,,,, luna had to go to the vet er at night because she was whimpering something awful and i was stressed and scared that something was wrong but they told us to wait until our vet was open in the morning so i didn't get any sleep that night, cut to me running around to several different vets until one was able to take her in same day, and found that she (thankfully) only had arthritis (old lady bones!) and just needed to be on pain relief medicine for the next several weeks, and possibly for the rest of her life (she's six years old). i was stressed about money and if she will be okay. i slept on the couch near her for the next two nights.

cut to my boyf and i going to a house we want to put a bid on and finding out through our inspector that it's..... in rough shape and would need A LOT of work, and a lot of replacements, etc. we want a fixer upper but we are hoping that we can come to the bank about it and say "listen... yall are selling this place for 110k when it is going to require at least that much into repairing it. can we talk down the price to a reasonable price for a fixer upper?"

cut to this morning waking up early in cold sweat because i've been STRESSED and anxious, finding out that we have to move my boyf car from the street of the apartments that we live in becaue they are going to cut down trees, but we need to jump his car AND it won't even be jumped,,,,, while it's pouring down the rain. eventually after several tries, we had to put that baby in neutral and push it ourselves to the spot that it needs to be. now i'm at work. now i'm tired. <3

if you read all of this post which is mostly my rant for myself about how much my body has been through for the past several days, then i appreciate you <3. i don't want this to be a pity party, mostly just to explain my absence, why i have been not here both ic and ooc (i see you my discord friends, i promise!). but i hope that things will finally simmer down. i plan on taking time to sit back and realize that i need to make major life changes and fix some things and heal some inner trauma that i didn't realize that i was still holding onto (especially in regards to my animals). i appreciate yall for being patient, for being understanding, and if you read this, then for reading this <3 i love you bunches.

[parabelllvm]

this is a PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL. by liking this post, you give me permission to:

send random asks ( both ic asks and ooc headcanon asks, likely coming from the prompts you've reblogged )

eek into your dms to bark loudly about our muses

reply to your opens that are collecting dust

give you my heart and soul for the low, low price of free

these are things that i would've already done to some degree if we're already speaking and letting our muses playing in the sandbox together. however, i never want to inundate anyone with more than they can handle or overwhelm them with interaction.

in addition to that, by liking this, i can count on reciprocation of some kind on your end. you do not have to jump when i jump, but interaction is a two way street and I do not wish to be the only one driving all the time. 🧡 thanks!

last updated: 07/10/2024

[orchdaria]

short mun introduction here. hi, hi! i'm autumn (she/they, 21+) and i bring you not only my baby aera here, but also moon taeho (@mooninkd) & ahn kiha (@srnscng) so feel free to contact me on any of them! i also have discord upon request ♡

short muse introduction here. kim aera. 25 y/o. a nurse practitioner at cheongdanhae clinic and a resident! she was born and raised in yuseong bay all her life and honestly she has never known anything else nor she does really want to (for now anyway) even though she might claim otherwise. here is her profile and here is her pinterest!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?      as said before, aera was born and raised in yuseong bay! she once dreamed of doing med school in some big city (seoul) just like her big sister that also went there for her university degree and have her little young adult adventures, however in the end she gave up the idea because of certain circumstances in her life. not that she's sad about not leaving yuseong bay anymore!! actually she wholeheartedly sees it as her home; she likes her job and she likes the house that she lives in, she likes (esp!!) the stray cats on the bay and she genuinely doesn't see herself living somewhere else (at least for now).

what does an average day look like for your muse?      she wakes up around 7am, has a cup of homemade matcha latte (recipe from her mother! she wanted to consume caffeine in a "healthy" manner so aera grew up with more matcha than coffee in her life) while attending to the small garden that she has (that was also her mother's!), talks to the plants a little bit so they can grow well and then goes back inside to have a proper breakfast, talks a little with the picture that she has of her parents in their little altar. then she gets ready goes to work after a cheerful i'm going now but i'll be back in the evening! goodbye to them so she's at clinic at 9am. as promised is only back around dinner time; usually she's too tired to cook so she buys dinner on the way or shamelessly stops by the place of one of the elderly couples/people that saw her grow up and knows that they'd never refuse to feed her (as a matter of fact they're more than glad to do so!), besides the company always does her good. then she goes home to watch some drama while doing some crocheting, especially if she didn't have any other opportunity to do so during her day (like having a slow day at work or anything like that); goes to bed around 10pm the earliest, 11pm to 12am the latest.

where can your muse usually be found?      besides work (rip aera and her 10 hours shifts), she can also be seen around the pier around mid afternoon, even more so during the colder seasons, trying to put sweaters (that she made herself) on the cats of the community they have in yuseong bay; goes to daeyanghwa florals every two weeks or so (or when she wants to treat herself a little) to get gardening supplies or new seeds/flowers for her garden and goes to lemon martes almost weekly for groceries because she always forgets one thing or two even with always having her groceries list with her— also enjoys the farmer's market to see the stalls and encountering a familiar face or two. once in a blue moon, she can also be seen in the recreation center trying to start some working out routine that she drops after a day or two.

how does your muse feel about hanhwa resort?      it's a little complicated because as much as she loves the fact that it's bringing attention to yuseong bay and allowing new people to go in and out of the town in a frequency that was never seen before, aera can't help but also feel a little resistant to how it's changing the town that she has known since she was young, after all, she was never good at dealing with change to begin with and if she really stops to think about it, she gets anxious about her own lifestyle being affected eventually (esp because of the higher prices that are only getting even higher); on top of it, she doesn't like the overall way that the resort treats the rest of the city, either like they're an annoyance to their business or as if they were part of the entertainment that they were providing.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?      as said before, aera isn't very good with changes and she has lots of attachments with the town so she has more reasons to stay than to leave. even if she does say that she dreams of a life out of it (and romanticizes the hell out of it), deep inside she feels like the calm and quiet life of a small town like yuseong bay suits her the most and she doesn't genuinely sees herself anywhere else for now. but then it's hard to say how much those desires is from the way she decided to deal mainly with her grief and how much is from a personal desire/want or even if it really matters in the end.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse’s three favorite songs.      in no particular order: red velvet - about love ; twice - cruel ; taeyeon - time lapse.

describe your muse’s wardrobe.      cute scrubs, mostly very light/pastel colors, a combination of feminine and comfortable. loves loves to wear oversized sweaters/cardigans (and alikes), even more so when she learned how to make them herself and that's why it's not unusual to see her with rolled up sleeves of whatever she's wearing so her hands are usable, also adores short overalls and high waist bottoms (skirts, shorts, jeans, etc etc), sneakers over anything else but does own a couple of heels for any "fancier" events even if they're very rare.

what is a color, word, and emoji that you feel describes your muse?      lilac, daydream, 🐣

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse.      really likes crochet, rom coms, matcha bubble tea / really dislikes interrupted naps, almonds, iced americano (and/or most iced coffees)

three positive and negative traits for your muse.      positive traits softspoken, dutiful, caring / negative traits fanciful, unambitious, naive

three talents and shortcomings for your muse.      talents has a good memory, high tolerance for spicy food, queen of small talking/starting conversations / shortcomings doesn't know how to say no even when she wants to, can't whistle, trusts people that she shouldn't

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?      she gives off the same energy as honda tohru from fruits basket.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome.      TW DEATH & GRIEF it's been six years since her parents passed away and even though she swears that she's over it, aera obviously isn't. she's still incapable of letting them go. of course that she isn't as depressed as she was during the highest point of her grieving process, but she's also sort of lowkey in denial while clinging to small things that she feels are the only things that she has of her parents (i.e. her house which ends up stretching to yuseong bay as a whole, the necklace she is always wearing that is from her mom's, even her love for match only developed after her mother died, etc etc) so i wished that she'd genuinely move on and cling to her parents' memory in a healthier way/in a way that doesn't stop her from doing things that could want but (maybe) convinces herself that she doesn't (like leaving yuseong bay even if for vacation). END OF TW.      also she's almost ridiculously afraid of ending up alone/feeling lonely so hopefully she'll overcome that and make healthier friendships/be taken less advantage by people just to make them stay 🙏

extra bits !

started crocheting as a way to deal especially with stress related to getting her nurse license and now it's become a habit/hobby, it isn't really unusual to see her crocheting somewhere, even during work if it's a slow day; part of her love language became offering/making sweaters or scarves or keychain sized amigurumis for the people that she cares about (including the community of cats in yuseong bay).

once in a blue moon she gathers enough stuff to sell that at the farmer's market in a very small stall, but it's extremely rare since she has a full time job and usually gives away anything that she makes that isn't for herself anyway.

has a driver's license because her sister insisted that she at least learned how to drive just in case, is pretty ok at it but has no real interest in getting a car for herself.

has a good relationship with her sister even if it'd be easy to assume that they're strained (i.e. big sister doesn't visit often unless it's some special event like chuseok or anything relating to their parents', aera doesn't visit her at all because that would mean leaving yuseong bay, their different personalities, etc etc). they still care for each other and even though big sister can be a little pushy in trying to get aera to move on from the things that she feels like aera needs to, she means well and tries to tone it down when/if aera calls her out in it.

is always wearing a delicate necklace with a pendant of a single (real) pearl that used to be her mother's. the story behind it is that it was aera's father engagement present to her mother, it was even said that he fished that pearl himself and then asked to make a necklace out of it; it's unsure how true this story is but aera believes it wholeheartedly.

had a very serious relationship (wc coming soon!!) that ended up badly and now she's also scared of falling seriously in love again, instead she is more fond of the idea of love and her feelings are completely about the image/idea of the target of her affection that she has in her head instead of the real person, thinking that this way she'll protect herself from genuine feelings + still enjoying her romanticized (and somewhat shallow tbh) idea of love. big consequence of it is that she has at least one new crush every day and then ghosts anyone who shows genuine interest to her.

would love to adopt a cat (or any pet tbh) but feels like her lifestyle is too busy to be able to properly take care of any other living being that isn't the plants in her mother's garden so instead she tries to look after the kittens and any other strays that she meets on the street but then again never fully commits to it.

[moonxinkd]

short mun introduction here. hi, hi! i'm autumn (she/they, 21+) again and i bring you not only my baby taeho here, but also ahn kiha (@srnscng) & kim aera (@orchdaria) so feel free to contact me on any of them! i also have discord upon request ♡

short muse introduction here. moon taeho, 24 y/o. university student at jeju national uni and also part times as a barback at 88&. he's a resident in yuseong bay (for now anyway) because the rent is much cheaper than in jeju city (also for now help) so it just made sense in his head to move in here even with the extra cost of transportation than to stay in the city, so he sort of just moved in with a roommate! he studies early childhood education because he wants to be a kindergarten teacher or work in a daycare (is actually looking for an internship somewhere right now so pls root for him 🙏🙏🙏). here is his profile and here is his pinterest!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?      he arrived not so long ago on march of this year! taeho is actually from daegu and at first moved to jeju city because that's where he decided to go to university to, he has been been in jeju city for about two years (this is his third) before moving to yuseong bay. his parents aren't the greatest at parenting (at least not with him) so he's in that transitional moment of trying to heal his inner child/needing some time away from them and going to jeju for university instead of a closer educational institution. however the rent in jeju city is wildly expensive even if it's a dorm room so he was thinking about moving in somewhere else a little cheaper to cut off expenses. even then it still took him a while to find someone that was thinking the same as him and he finally took that last step to move out and here we are.

what does an average day look like for your muse?      he usually wakes up at around 6:30 to 7am (when he doesn't hear his alarm) to do the bare minimum tattoo skincare (as in wash his face and put some sunscreen) and then have some breakfast, get ready to university and then he spends four to five hours seeking higher education. then he usually just goes back home for lunch to either do chores around home (or goes out to do house chores like grocery shopping/get a new shower because his broke, etc etc), assignments or simply to take a nap and eat something before starting his shift at 88&; unless it's monday, wednesday or friday, then he goes to the recreational center to work out for around one hour to two hours before going home to prepare for his shift. taeho does his shift and then goes back home for the night, still prob tries to catch up on an episode or two of any anime he's watching (and then proceeds to regret it the morning after) before going to bed.

where can your muse usually be found?      he's a little of a homebody tbh so it's somewhat hard to see him out of the house unless he has something to do or a friend dragged him out, but if he's feeling adventurous, you could prob find in at andante cafe in the afternoon trying to finish some assignment while having some coffee and a little sweet treat, or the recreation center getting his weekly workout, or on either pierrot's lanes to try out some of the retro arcades or even the memoire antique shop simply to check if someone dropped any old mangas that he might be interested in, very unlikely, but it's something to get him out of the house, so.

how does your muse feel about hanhwa resort?      he's surprisingly neutral about it. taeho does think it's a pity and bad that the local community are losing their space in their own hometown — either because of the higher and higher prices and because the resort is so obviously trying to own it in a way —, but he also sort of thinks it's inevitable considering capitalism how the world is; sort of only hopes that his rent will remain cheaper than the his dorm room in jeju city at least until he graduates and most likely will move out somewhere else or he gets his internship/a job that gets him a little more money than the one he has now.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?      taeho has always seen yuseong bay as the place cheaper than jeju city that he's going to live until he gets his degree. even though he does enjoy the more quiet life (and despises the bad reception even if it gives him an excuse to not call his parents/to not answer their rare calls), i feel like he's a city boy through and through. he can get used to a life there if the need arises (like him getting a job/internship there, or anything like that), but i don't think that he wants to. however he isn't picky nor has this goal of living in a specific place in the end, so i guess in a way if he stays or not in yuseong bay after he gets his degree is sort of a mystery.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse’s three favorite songs.      in no specific order: super beaver - らしさ ; official髭男dism - mixed nuts ; urban zakapa - i don't love you. (was really tempted in making these three anime songs to expose this big nerd's ass but alas)

describe your muse’s wardrobe.      one word: basic. he's very very very basic. jeans and a tshirt, usually slightly oversized/loose for comfort, in simple colors — nothing too bright (and god forbid neon) but he still wears colors —, simple patterns, simple prints; if he's feeling a little bolder, he'll bring out his anime tshirts. since he has tattoos, he usually is always wearing a shirt or a jacket over his tshirt to hide them (or expose them if he's feeling "safe") since sometimes he does get a little more attention because of them and he just would rather not.

what is a color, word, and emoji that you feel describes your muse?      sky blue, diligence, 😑

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse.      really likes anime, homemade food, coffee / really dislikes spicy food, being the center of attention in a crowded room/space, things done halfassedly.

three positive and negative traits for your muse.      positive diligent, generous, well-mannered / negative critical, reticent, stubborn

three talents and shortcomings for your muse.      talents is great with kids and with handcraft things, can fall asleep anywhere at anytime / shortcomings is stubborn in his ways even if it's proven it's not the best way, always pushes himself a little too hard/is too hard on himself, can't ask for help even when he needs to

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?      nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen and somewhat sakusa kiyoomi from haikyuu.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome.      taeho has a huge issue with his parents because they were pretty negligent with him but he still searches for their approval/validation/attention anyway and it'd be nice for him to realize that they won't ever really give it to him, not the same way that he does with his younger brother that is so obviously the favorite son, and not be to hung up on it and instead pay more attention to the people that genuinely care for him in his life + having a little more of self worth/love instead of just allowing himself to be taken for granted by others.

extra bits !

his parents obviously had him when they weren't prepared for it and it so obviously show. they aren't the best parents since they don't know how to interact with a kid (even more so when it's their own son) and so they were never close to each other from the start, but at least they tried even if they just ended up treating him as an older kid than he actually was.

things don’t get better when his younger brother is born as the apple of his parents’ eyes, a child that came when they actually wanted one and used the excuse that he was born with a sick body to give him more attention than to taeho (but then things didn’t change when his little brother got healthy later on).

so he learned how to be an adult a little too soon and how to look after himself; surprisingly he doesn’t really resent neither his parents nor his brother for it and he does love them dearly, would die and kill for them, even if the relationship with his parents is still awkward at best.

was always the epitome of the good kid™ (and still is tbh), always well-mannered and too worried about getting good grades and behaving/not causing trouble to really enjoy being just a kid. he was always too quiet to really make a lot of friends growing up.

 as much as he just wanted to chill throughout his school years, he still ended up class president more than once and almost if not all of his group assignments he ended up as the group’s leader because at the end of the day he’s very critical and methodical about things, esp academic work, so he ends up taking charge just so things will be up to his standards. he also has very dependable vibes so people end up relying on him a lot too so in the end he does end up in positions of leadership even if the i in his mbti wants otherwise.

characteristics that he carries with himself to this day. hence why new semester is yet another broken promise that he’ll just chill in group tasks and agree with everything.

did his military service right after graduating high school because the tensions were only getting higher in his house since he started trying to demand more attention to his parents that obviously didn't know/won't give to him and one of them suggested that this would be a good thing for him, that they'd be proud of a son that didn't try to "procrastinate" his civil duties so of course he goes.

which was an experience that gave him a lot to think about his relationship with his parents so when he was done, he wasn't quite ready to go back home yet so he tries an university away from them and that's how he ends in jeju national university.

is a big— huge anime fan, has collections of mangas (that he never completes/drops midway through and reads on the shounen jump app instead), has three tattoos about shows that he enjoys/watches; but is also very lowkey about the merch that he wears/uses (i.e. wearing a sports shirt from an anime team to work out) that makes small references to what he watches, very iykyk thing.

[tartarusrising-rp]

OOC INFO

Name/Alias: Jam Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Age: 29 Timezone: PST

IC INFO

Character Name: Morgan Rose Moss (nee Pruitt) Character Age: 43 Character Birthday (with year): June 6, 1981 Gender & Pronouns: Cis female, she/her/hers Affiliation: Civilian Occupation: Co-owner of Retrocity Arcade Faceclaim: Robin Tunney

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Alcoholism, addiction, implied abuse, pregnancy/infertility talk

Have you ever heard of the sunk cost fallacy? The thing that tells you it’s better to stay in the game because you’ve already put so much time and effort in? It’s a killer for those with addictive tendencies. It’s what makes casinos so lucrative.

Morgan Pruitt grew up in Chicago with two parents who knew a lot about addiction and costs – her father was a banker, her mother a bartender. But when alcohol is involved, it feels like everyone else has to pay the price. Morgan’s mother was killed by a drunk driver not far from her place of work when the girl was 13. Her older brother Jordie was 18, off to college in Boston and eager to get out of the home, leaving Morgan with her father whose sunk cost quickly ended up at the bottom of the bottle. 

Movies and games became a haven for her, an escape from reality where she’d lived a thousand other lifetimes braver, stronger, with a happy ending always in sight. Sunk costs didn’t seem so big when she was nickel and diming her father by stealing quarters, quarters turning into hours at the arcade in town where she didn’t have to be home with him. Hoping he wasn’t drinking away her college savings before she could run off to sunny California – of course, she wasn’t going for the daylight. Morgan dreamed of vampires and the nightlife.

The Lost Boys was her favorite movie, and she fantasized about strolling the boardwalk, playing in the arcade, and maybe meeting a cute boy with a motorcycle. Bradley Moss might not have had a motorcycle (or a mullet for that matter, which might have been for the best) but Santa Cruz provided the rest. The two were inseparable and insufferable throughout college, eventually marrying after graduation with plans to start a family. But that was just another lost cause they sunk their costs (and hopes) into.

Morgan had extreme difficulty conceiving due to some medical complications. The Mosses sought fertility treatments but nothing seemed to work. And while starting a family in California would be expensive anyhow, their attempts to start a family were making it difficult to even properly dream about it. They wanted to turn their efforts towards creating a space that felt like home and benefitted other families, but the boardwalk arcade was too expensive to take over and Morgan still quietly refused to give up on conceiving – she felt like it was her fault to fix. And they’d already spent so much time and money…

It took another few years but Brad and Morgan moved to Massachusetts after her research suggested that the state was a good place for fertility treatments and insurance coverage, plus it was where her brother Jordie had posted up after his own time at university. Morgan had grown distant from her father, who was still miserable as ever, especially as his daughter reminded him more and more of his late wife as she grew older. Failing again to conceive, and realizing she wasn’t getting any younger, Morgan was ready to give up on that dream and put down different roots with her husband. Far away from her hometown and farther still from where they met, the couple moved just outside of Boston and looked to make a new plan for their future – one that was based in a simpler past.

The location was great, though a bit expensive. But this dream was achievable, in their control. Bradley and Morgan took out some business loans to open Retrocity Arcade. Growing up in Chicago, Morgan is no stranger to the dangers of a big city – but the two civilians are wholly unaware of the true depth of organized crime in Boston. So far, it hasn’t come knocking on their door, as they comfortably build what they believe is a childless future – though they’ve enjoyed meeting many other families through their business. Retrocity has just concluded its 10th year in business and seems to be doing well enough in a town rife with plenty of other entertainment options (not to mention with such vintage (or some might say outdated) offerings that don’t yield nearly the same returns as the more gambling-based machines). 

The Mosses are by no means rich, and they’re still working through bills and loans to keep up the day to day operations, but maybe this will be the one thing that pays off in life, the one dream they don’t have to abandon, no matter how much irreplaceable time and money has been sunk into it.

[2000sgossip]

you  smell  that  ?love  is  in  the  air  !  cupid  is  shooting  his  arrows  into  anyone  around  and  people  are  heart  eyes  towards  their  crushes,  praying  for  that  text  message  to  come  through  that  they’d  love  to  have  you  as  their  valentines.  restaurants  are  booked  to  the  masses,  stocking  up  on  their  staff  and  appetizers  while  bakeries  are  preparing  for  the  heart  shaped  cakes  and  strawberries  dipped  in  chocolate;  hotels  rushing  to  get  themselves  prepared  for  the  reservations  that’ll  be  coming  in.

however,  there’s  one  hater  out  there  —  and  it’s  me,  emily.  valentines  day  continues  to  be  the  stupidest  and  worst  holiday  ever  created;  if  you  need  a  single  day  to  vow  your  love  to  your  significant  other  or  a  day  to  feel  relevant  in  your  relationship,  then  babe,  i  feel  sorry  for  you.  but  apparently,  here  at  2000sgossip,  we’re  supposed  to  support  this  godforsaken  holiday.  

to  make  ourselves  feel  better  on  your  behalf,  we  have  decided  to  throw  a  fun  little  auction  —  organized  blind  dates  by  yours  truly  !  simply  throw  in  your  name  and  we’ll  make  sure  to  mark  you  down  for  a  fun  blind  date  with  one  of  the  many  approachable  singles  within  your  area,  and  only  with  the  small  price  of  a  cash  donation  upon  entering.  however,  there’s  a  catch.  you  must  go  on  your  dates  for  the  donations  to  be  acceptable,  there  is  no  dipping  out  simply  because  you  don’t  like  your  dates  and  do  you  really  want  to  disappoint  us  ?  you’ve  all  seen  what  myself  and  aria  could  be  like.  

so  make  sure  to  send  us  your  names  and  you  will  be  given  a  confirmation  as  well  as  a  link  to  provide  us  with  your  donation.  c’mon,  don’t  you  want  to  thank  myself  and  aria  for  finding  your  one  true  love  ?

ooc  information:

this  is  an  interactive  plotdrop  that  focuses  on  interactions  through  characters  that  may  have  never  had  the  chance  to  interact,  or  to  even  explore  more  dynamics  of  chaos  or  fluff. 

this  is  not  a  mandatory  plotdrop,  your  muses  do  not  have  to  participate  or  you  can  pick  and  choose  which  of  your  muses  will  be  participating,  although  it’s  highly  encouraged  for  individuals  to  participate.

steps  are  easy,  just  send  the  names  of  the  characters  you  want  involved  to  the  gossip  blog  and  we  will  make  a  list  of  those  who  will  want  to  be  involved.  please  make  sure  to  send  in  the  names  by  tuesday,  february  13th,  as  the  pairings  will  be  posted  on  valentines  day  (february  14th)

names  will  be  put  into  a  generator  to  make  sure  that  everyone  is  randomized,  there  will  be  no  hand  picking  by  either  of  the  admins  and  the  dates  will  be  completely  random.  if  there  is  an  uneven  number  within  the  groups,  some  dates  may  have  3  individuals  involved  instead  of  2.

of  course,  this  does  not  mean  that  your  characters  have  to  get  along  or  hit  it  off,  we  encourage  ic  drama  so  take  this  plotdrop  and  definitely  have  fun  with  it  !

“donations”  will  be  $100  for  entry,  which  will  automatically  be  assumed  when  you  send  in  the  characters  names,  and  this  will  be  used  for  a  future  event  or  even  a  future  plotdrop  that  will  technically  be  thanked  by  those  participating.

we  will  be  pairing  in  two  groups.  those  that  are  within  they’re  20s  and  then  those  that  are  over  the  age  of  30.  this  will  make  sure  that  someone  who  is  40+  isnt  paired  with  someone  in  their  young  20s.

there  is  no  deadline  for  these  threads,  however  please  make  sure  to  tag  them  accordingly  so  that  we  can  make  sure  that  people  are  interacting  with  their  partners

overall,  have  fun  with  it  !  and  if  you  have  any  questions,  please  reach  out  to  admins  via  the  discord  channel  or  dms  on  the  main  !

[mummified-dolls]

Good Fortune, Bad Luck, Rebirth, and Death.

Hello- I'm Dollmaker. These are my dolls Folly, Tragedy, and Fury. I'd be happy to make you a doll, but at a certain price of course. Don't be afraid, we don't bite.

Rules

Please respect eachother here- I don't want to deal with having to kick you out, but I will if I have to.

I'm not capable of sexual acts, nor do I wish to speak about them.

I do hope I won't have to add more at a later date-

Tags

#ooc blabbing - mod talking out of character

#is death near for you? || dollmaker ic - dollmaker speaking

#Snakes and Stuffing || Scythe and Dollmaker

#1 needle one stitch - Fortune needle

#1 needle two stitches - Bad Luck needle

#1 needle three stitches - Rebirth needle

#1 needle four stitches - Death needle

No other tags yet.

HEY GANG,,, IT'S ME @cosmic-corporation WE ARE

TRYING THINGS OUT

Dollmaker Wiki Page

uhm uhm uhm I found her yesterday and the brain said OHOHO ?

so uh..

YAY

there's not too much information about her personality-wise aside from her dolls, so we are making things up as we go !!!

she IS part of the church of the true eye.

[jessiriot14]

Waffle House 2

A/N: Spelling errors and grammar probably. Characters are a little ooc. I do hope you enjoy the second installment of my Waffle House series! 

“Welcome to Waffle House. Please, sit anywhere you like.” She smiled at the new customer who looked around curiously. “What can I get you to drink?”

U-4989 glanced around in confusion. Was this part of the body? He walked over to the bar that had the built-in stools. If this was part of the body, then it must be new. He had recently been sent on a mission to kill viruses that had entered. When running with his crew, he got lost. 

“Drink?” he asked as he sat down at the bar. “I don’t drink.” 

“I see, well if you change your mind, I am here.” Lila handed the white blood cell a menu and started on the dishes. 

The white blood cell glanced at the menu and picked it up. He needed clarification as to what he was reading. He had never seen anything like this before and was a little flustered. 

“Uh…excuse me, miss? What..what exactly is this?” He looked between the menu and the waitress. 

The waitress smiled and dried her hands on a clean blue towel. She walked back up to him and smiled nicely. 

“Ah, I see. You’re white blood cell, right? This is food. Normally the body consumes food for energy, correct? That is what this is. Also, do not worry about the price. It’s on the house for tonight.” Lila winked at the guy. 

“Oh-oh. Thank you.” He blushed and continued to observe. 

Ding

“Welcome to Waffle House! Sit anywhere you like?”

“Thank you!”

Rengoku strolled into the diner with confidence. He picked one seat away from the white blood cell. He had remembered his friend, Tanjirou, mentioning demons white pure white skin and hair. He wanted to make sure that he was correct before attacking. 

Rengoku sensed no malice from the pure white man, but the woman behind the counter, he could not get a read on. The women looked happy and content, but that was it. She looked happy, but there was no feeling of any emotion emitting from the woman. “How odd.” Rengoku thought. He will have to keep a close eye on the two. 

“Here is a menu, do you know what you would like to drink?” Lila handed Rengoku a menu while smiling at him. 

Rengoku smiled and looked into her brown eyes. “Water would be great!” He glanced at her name tag, “Lila, that is a pretty name.”

“Why thank you. I wear this name tag with honor.” she smiled and set down a cup of ice water. 

“Why thank you, Lila.” Rengoku smiled and glanced at the menu. “Oh, this is new.”

Lila nodded her head, “It would be to you. This is American breakfast food. Order as much as you like, it’s on the house.”

On the house? It is not uncommon for some restaurants to offer free food to demon slayers, those who are in know about demons. However, Rengoku never heard of this place being a safe house. This is a little more concerning than he thought. 

Rengoku nodded at the waitress and continued to browse the menu. This is strange, this place was very interesting. 

“Are you ready to order, or do you need some more time, dear?” Lila walked up to U-4989 with her pen and pad. 

“I am!” he grinned like a child and pointed to a waffle. “Can I try two pecan waffles and eggs?”

“How would you like your eggs? Scrambled, over easy, medium, hard? Sunny side up?”

U-4989 blinked in confusion and tilted his head, “I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know what any of that means.”

“Here, let’s try all of them! Besides, you could use all the energy.” Lila smiled at the white blood cell. 

U-4989 nodded in agreement and blushed a little. He had to admit that the nice lady was very pretty. She was not like any cell, macrophage, helper T cell. You name it, but she sure is pretty. 

“Do you still need a minute or are you ready?” Lila questioned and she glanced at Rengoku. 

“I am ready! I will have the two-egg breakfast with sausage instead of bacon. I would also like my eggs sunny side up please.” Rengoku spoke aloud as he wanted the waitress as she wrote everything down. 

Lila clicked her pen and smiled at two gentlemen. “I will get started on those right away.”

The two gentlemen watched as Lila glided from station to station with various food items. She seemed super focused on her cooking task and every move she made seemed flawless. She was doing everything at an almost inhuman speed, but the two gentlemen were not strangers to such things. 

However, there was something about this woman that did not seem natural. She may look human, but she seemed a bit off. 

Ding

“Welcome to Waffle House! I will be with you in a moment.”

The two gentlemen glanced at the door and saw another man enter the diner. Unlike the hashira and cell, this man looked like a regular person. 

Aizawa walked over to the far end of the bar and sat in the seat closest to the register. He already knew what he wanted to order so he did not bother with looking at the menu. To avoid pointless conversation, as Aizawa would say, he pulled out his phone and started to mindlessly scroll on a random social platform. 

“All right gentlemen, here are your meals. Enjoy and if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” Lila set all of their plates down in front of the two guys. 

“Thank you so much!” U-4989 picked up his fork and started eating. After taking his first bite, his eyes widened. He had never eaten something so delicious! Even though he would consume bacteria to identify them they were not as good as this. Even if he had previously not known what eggs were, he can identify the proteins and nutrients the food can provide. 

Rengoku was observing the white man as he was eating. Although his reaction to food was interesting, demons do not eat food. Unless this is a new demon that has somehow evolved to be able to consume food. Now, he is in a predicament. He doesn’t trust the waitress and also the gentlemen in all-white. 

He could make a move and see how she reacts…but what about that man who just came in? He looks almost…homeless. Rengoku was also very curious as to what Aizawa was holding. Just what is that rectangle thing in his hand? Is it magic? 

Besides, he needs to figure out what to do. Although he is not a strategist like his fellow hashira, he needs a plan. 

“What can I get started for you today?” She clicked her pen and looked at the black-haired man. 

“This will be to-go please.” Aizawa set his phone down and started to order. 

As Lila was jotting down Aizawa’s large order, Rengoku slowly started to eat his food. He must admit, the food was amazing! Part of him would not be upset if the food was poisoned and he died right there. No matter anyway, good food, or bad food, he needs to figure out if this woman is a threat. 

Rengoku watched closely as Lila jotted down Aizawa’s order. The two gentlemen noticed how much food that man was ordering. He must have a family he’s going to feed, unless he could eat all that by himself, but who’s to judge? 

“Alright, I will get that started for you! Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” Lila set down her pad and started to get the food out. 

“Coffee, please.” Aizawa nodded at the waitress. He was glad that there were not many customers in there. That way he can get food quicker to Eri, Shinso, and his friend Hizashi. He can only hope that when he gets back to school, Hizashi would have the spare common room still intact while taking care of the kids. 

Lila started to make Aizawa’s food while humming. Aizawa went back to scrolling on his phone, Rengoku eating while watching Lila, and U-4989 scarfing his eggs down.

“Miss Lila, do you work here alone? I noticed that there was no one in the back. It’s just you, isn’t it?” the white blood cell questioned as he glanced to the door where employees could access the back. 

She must admit, even though he can seem aloof, he is very observant. “I am. I’m surprised you have noticed. Not many do or care enough. It is Waffle House after all.” Lila should have assumed some customers would ask these questions. It seems that this group of characters is the same in caring for someone. 

“I see. Is-Is it that you’re alone on this shift or..?” He trailed off, he did not want to assume that she is the only person taking care of the establishment. As much as she seems to hold everything together, one cannot help but worry if she is overworking herself. 

“I am the only employee here. I take orders, cook, clean, and manage. It might seem like a lot but do not worry, I can manage.” She twirled the spatula in her hand as she winked at the white blood cell. “If I could not do something as simple as this, then what kind of employee would I be?”

She turned around to pay attention to the food. This might be my chance to try something. Rengoku accidentally dropped his fork on the ground. As he reached down for the fork, he slid his hand along the bar, pushing his cup of water to the edge. He grabs the fork and successfully pushes the cup off the edge. Or so he thinks. 

“My apologies, I-” Rengoku pauses as he sees a new cup, filled and sitting right by his plate of food. Also another fork to the opposite side of the plate. How? I did not hear, not that my hearing is great, or sense her move at all. He glanced at the other two gentlemen, the white blood cell finishing up his food and the other still tapping on that device. 

They did not notice, she is not human. He had to do something quickly. Not knowing what kind of demon power she possesses is a dangerous gamble. Especially since this seems like her domain, can she create buildings at will? If so, just how powerful is she? 

Lila turned around with three bags in hand, all containing Aizawa’s food. In the midst of turning around, she heard shuffling, grunts, plates crashing and a sword being unsheathed. She glanced up from the bags, ginning at the sight of Rengoku standing on the counter with his sword raised. Rengoku’s blade inches from her face. His sword was being stopped by Aizawa’s capture weapon. U-4989 was holding the flame hasira’s ankles to prevent him from leaping off the counter. 

“Oh my, you three seem to be in quite the predicament gentlemen.” She smiled to herself and moved away from the sword without care. 

“Why are you two stopping me? Can’t you see she is not human? She’s a demon!” Rengoku could not understand how his sword was not cutting through this scarf. 

“You tried to attack a woman, unprovoked. She did not do anything.” Aizawa had his quirk activated so his hair was floating and his usual black eyes were glowing red. However, there was still fire coming from the man’s sword. Was his quirk not working? No, it is because he can feel the regular stinging in his eyes and his hair was off of his neck. Maybe the sword is a support weapon, but it looks like any traditional katana. 

“Why would you call her a demon? She is really nice and gave us free food!” U-4989 was trying to pull him back down but Rengoku wasn't going down without a fight. 

“Unprovoked, yes I will admit that. How can you two not see she will kill us?”

“Killing is boring, I take pride in serving my customers to the best of my abilities. You two can let him go I will be fine.” 

Aizawa scoffed a little but did not take his eyes off Rengoku, “He is trying to kill you. I think it’s best if you-” 

“I said I will be fine, Aizawa. No need to worry about me.” She smiled at them “I can handle him myself if he chooses to continue attacking me.”  

Now it was Lila’s turn to be captured by Aizawa. He wanted to believe he was dealing with one crazy person, not a crazy person and possible villain. All he wanted to do was get dinner and head back. He was going to get an earful from Hizashi when he returns hours later with cold food. I’m tired of this.

“Huh?! You too? She is really nice, why are you being mean to her?” White blood cell let go of Rengoku and was about to help Lila until Aizawa blocked his path. 

“I never gave her my name for the order. How do you know my name? Are you with the league of villains?” Aizawa began questioning. He slowly released Rengoku once he saw the flame hashira relax in the hold. 

“You got me, it seems I have slipped up. You three are a rowdy bunch.” Lila easily slipped out of his capture weapon and went to tidy up the mess. “I am no threat, it is up to you three if you believe me or not.” 

“I don’t think you’re a threat! You gave me free food and it replenished my energy!” 

“Are you a demon? You move faster than any human or demon slayer. You are not normal. Can you blame me for assuming the worst?” Rengoku watches her like a hawk as she gathers the shattered glass. 

“How do you know my name and how did you get out of my capture weapon?” Aizawa looked baffled as she easily slipped from his grasp. 

“That is a little difficult to explain, and would take a while too. I do believe you three need to head back at some time.” She dumped the dirty dishes into the sink and started to clean them. 

“If you have information about us, you need to tell us. You seem like an understanding person so explain why we should be calm about this.” Aizawa crossed his arms and watched her. 

“Think of me as an examiner. Or a person that has been given information about all of my customers. Now, I may know your whole life story, where you come from, how old you are, your names, age, powers, and abilities.” She set some dishes on a drying rack and began scrubbing more. “Feel free to ask me some questions and I might be able to answer them.”

“What is my name?” The white blood cell asked. He was still sure that she is a nice lady but he was curious how she knew the other’s names. 

“U-4989, a white blood cell.”

“What is my full name?” Rengoku asked. 

“Renguko Kyojuro.”

“What’s my quirk?”

“It's called Erasure, you can disable a person's quirk by looking at them. However, once you close your eyes your quirk deactivates. So unfortunately your eyes get very dry at times. It can affect multiple targets at once,  also you can look at other things too, again if you blink your quirk deactivates.”

Who the hell is this woman? Only other teachers at U.A. or close friends know the extent of his quirk.  It took Shigaraki maybe an hour to figure out that his quirk stops when he blinks. 

“Do I have any siblings?” 

“You have a younger brother named Senjuro. You two inherit a lot of your looks from your father. Like mini Shinjuro’s, I however do not like his attitude.” Lila scoffed a little. That might be the first time they saw her express any kind of negative emotion. 

“What are the names of my friends?” Aizawa narrowed his eyes at her. 

“There is HIzashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama, and there is Oboro Shirokumo. My condolences to your late friend.” She bowed her head towards Aizawa. He was stunned, how did she know about him? Only Hizashi and Nemrui knew the extent of their friendship and that he passed. This woman did know a lot. 

“Any more questions?” Lila wiped down the counter where the three had sat previously. 

“Just one. What are you?” Rengoku put his sword back in his holster and stood up straight. 

“Oh, I would tell you but the thing is, I do not quite know myself.” She smiled at them. 

Caw caw

Bzzt bzzt

Ding Ding

“Well it seems you three have somewhere to be, don’t let me hold you up.” Lila waved at the gentlemen with a kind smile on her face. “Tell Mitsuri I said hi and if you see Mirko tell her I said hi as well.”

“Thank you so much for the food Ms. Lila, I hope I can see you again!” U-4989 waved as he ran out, there were bacteria nearby that he had to handle. 

“You know Mitsrui? Did she come here also-alright I’m coming Kaname. Thank you for the food.” Rengoku bowed and walked out with his crow in tow. He will definitely need to talk to the Love hashira about this place and that woman.

“You’re lucky I have people to feed, otherwise I would take you into questioning. You know too much.” Aizawa grabbed the bags of food and walked towards the door. 

“Am I lucky because of them, or am I lucky because you realize you would lose in a fight against me?  Not to sound cocky, more to compliment how smart you are Shota. Take care.” She nodded towards Aizawa as he chuckled a little then walked out. 

Lila sighed, grabbed her piece of cake, and sat down in a chair at the end of the counter. “You gave me some troublesome characters this time.” She took a bite of the cake and her eyes widened, with multiple colors spirling. “Oh but this lovely cake makes up for it. Was this done by Master Saturn? I simply love his cooking.” She ate the rest of her cake in silence. As she set down the empty plate it disappeared with a poof. 

“Now then,” She stood up and dusted her pants off while walking back behind the counter. “Let’s see the next group that comes in.” 

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Congrats to Jay on your application of Danny Andrews! Please send us his blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Jay Preferred pronoun: she/her Age (Must be 20+): super old Timezone/Country: EST RP Experience: i’ve never seen an RP in my life Activity Level: 6.5/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Danny Andrews Designation: Dom Age: 22 Birthdate: June 17, 2000 Faceclaim: KJ Apa Orientation: Pansexual Kinks: Orgasm denial, genital torture, public play, spanking, Daddy kink, body worship, dacryphilia, slut play, wax play, brat taming, chastity Anti-Kinks: scat, blood, age play, CNC

 Key Points: - spent most of his life being seen as a dumb jock

Relies on his looks and charm to get what he wants

Has never really faced the way his father’s death affected him

Fiercely possessive

BIO: 

Danny couldn’t remember a time in his life where he wasn’t doted on. Sure, his family was middle class, they weren’t rich. He wasn’t spoiled by any means. But between his dad and his brother, Danny never lacked for praise. Getting into sports when he was in elementary school only allowed for more. Team sports proved to be exactly what Danny needed to excel, the structure of it pushing the young man to do better in every aspect of his life - in school, taking care of his family, his own personal training. Football, wrestling and lacrosse kept him busy but he always had time to hit the gym on his own or spend time with his family. The grounding effect of the Andrews clan kept him from becoming overly cocky but he couldn’t lie - confidence was never something he lacked for.

Graduation saw Danny staying home and taking classes at the nearby community college to get the essentials out of the way. Spending plenty of time with athletic trainers had inspired Danny to pursue sports medicine, and the classes were definitely out of his price range, but between working for his dad’s company and the few scholarships he could apply for, he thought maybe in a year or two, he might be able to make it into University of Michigan to go after the life he wanted. And then - everything fell apart.

Fred’s death devastated Danny, but with everything that needed to be done, he couldn’t let himself feel what he needed to. He had to keep the family business alive. He had to make sure Noah was taken care of. The house, the bills, insurance… Danny wasn’t lacking for smarts, despite years of playing the dumb jock, but it all piled up and got overwhelming even for him. Noah’s disappearance only added to the stress and lingering grief under the surface. His dream of pursuing sports medicine seemed further and further out of reach, but he worked to save every penny he could, hoping that maybe he could manage somewhere smaller after he found a claim.

Noah coming back into his life changed everything. Once his brother was set at Stonewall, Danny got everything in order for the business and the house before following himself. He had hoped to get his degree before a claim, but with life getting in the way and time ticking away, he thought maybe he ought to get a collar on a submissive or two before trying his hand at college full time. And hey, from what he’d seen - the view wouldn’t be too bad while he was looking for his claims.

 BIO QUESTIONS:

 What are your feelings about the mark you have received? 

It makes sense. I was never the type to lie back and take it - I’d rather be the one giving. Great power, great responsibility and all that, right? Responsibility isn’t something I’m a stranger to.

 How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

 Similar, I guess. Dad never talked much about it but he never said anything bad about the system. I think I’m a little less sold on it though, after what happened to my brother.

 Where do you see yourself after you graduate?  

In a claim with multiple subs, probably thinking about kids. Oh, and finishing my sports medicine degree.

 How do you feel about authority? 

As long as it’s not being abused, I’m not against it. Someone has to be in charge or anarchy will reign.

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((WHAT’S UP FUCKERS!!))

“Why’re ya th’ latest kinfirm.”

((FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY! HAHAAH LOL JK THE Real reason is i can’t control who i kin but you should know that mr top 3 with traumatic memories the look on this stupid human body’s face when remembering the Lemon Trauma,,,ofc selever wasn’t even being kinsidered back then but you get the idea. who’s up for a faceclaim change.))

“Absolutely no one.”

((HEK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT!! YEET!!!!))

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"Yeah - and that makes you not Cool! Oir, as you'd say, noit 'Hip'. Try not to break a Hip."

“I’m not that old.”

((vghbcjghvjghvjmh roasted!!))

[spikerxcked]

Chicken nuggets or French fries? Which do you prefer?

“Man, don’ make me choose! I love ‘em both! Ask Sig fer this one, they love ‘em both too, but at least they have an answer.”

((MCDONALD’S FRENCH FRIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

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..What would your favorite gift be to get for Valentine's Day? (asking for both of you)

((my grandma got me an itunes card today,,,so that’s cool. other than that, I just really like spending time/chatting with my loved ones. what abt you, demon man))

* THAT ONE’S EASY! I WANNA GET MY PERFECT ENDING AND SPEND TONS OF TIME WITH SEAM!~