#angelusdomina

[shatteredxlookingxglass]

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug - angelusdomina (you can choose which muse you think it suits best!)

@angelusdomina

There are few people Rasa expects to understand him on days like today. His children hold their own hurts, the older two with memories quickly fading with each passing year, and the youngest never knowing the loveliness that was his sweet mother. It is perhaps up to Rasa to keep Karura’s memory alive, but the affection she was always so adept at expressing is far from his forte, and how can he hope to measure up, when the shade of her love is no longer with them?

The anniversary of her passing creeps closer by the day, and the silence lingering about him is oppressive. It’s been two years. This should be easier. 

With the children safe at their uncle’s house, he can abide the quiet no longer… and he finds himself at the doorstep of a friend. Unannounced, uninvited, surely unwanted.

When Konan opens the door with a quizzical expression, he simply hugs her. And it’s too late to take the action back. Rasa suddenly wishes he had the excuse of being deep in his cups, anything to cover his weakness, but the relief of her presence is something unexpectedly wonderful.

“Sorry. I needed to see you.”

[Nonverbal RP starters...]

[captainwithagrin]

Gravity Bomb || Closed RP

@angelusdomina​

Konan sips at the Gravity Bomb that the bartender has just handed her, and glances at the person beside her.

“Considering,” she retorts, and already she has granted them more words than she would to a stranger, when conversation is not necessary. Konan does not waste words.

“Considering that I led my crew on an expedition to the newly forming planets at the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy, in the hope of collecting early life forms, at the advice of my treasurer, to sell once we returned to the developed part of the Galaxy for scientific research, and that instead! We endured a horrific space flight when two of my crew members decided to loop-the-loop for no apparent reason than the disgusting amount of Moon Juice they’d been drinking, causing us to crash land.

Then whilst collecting these life forms, another two of my crew members started skipping rocks in the volcanic lava pooling nearby, causing an avalanche, meaning I had to run through scalding hot boiling water in a spacesuit. Then we found ourselves submerged in sink mud, had to dig out our still crashed ship, jumpstart it, and then lost the samples, had to go back for more, and this time, were engulfed in a ball of slime mould on the move, and my suit ruptured, meaning that I swallowed a ball of it, choked it back up, had to purge my stomach while back on ship-”

Konan’s voice is rising with annoyance, and she knows it. She can feel the usual alto of her voice crackling and breaking, and her vocal cords still feel sore from the choking and the purging.

“I think I sound just fine.”

     Sin glanced over at the beautiful woman beside them, the scotch on the rocks hanging from their fingers like their fingertips had magnetic attraction to glass. Shoulders slumped in a casual and uncaring posture, Sin watched Konan with lazy green eyes, sizing her up with a voice in the back of their mind reminding them to be respectful. Thank you Ixto. 

     “It sounds like you work with a bunch of amateurs,” they said, thinly veiling their amusement at the thought of the absolute chaos. It sounded honestly like something that would happen on one of Wonderland’s adventures, however, that sort of  serendipity and bullshittery usually happened without the influence of human error. Their crew just happened to be that unlucky sometimes. This woman though... Her resourcefulness piqued Sin’s interest, and her stubborn will to survive was more than impressive.

     “Or a bunch of people who have a death wish. I can’t say I don’t know how that feels. Cheers; it seems like we lead a pretty similar life. Let me help you out a little,” Sin offered, setting the glass down on the bar. 

      “Hold still,or I might just make more of a mess,” they warned, the runes on their hands glowing a soft green. Sin concentrated and shifted one palm through the air, and the slime began to lift away from Konan’s skin, leaving her dry. They collected every drop, and then looked around the bar, locating a jagoff that seemed to be bothering a crowd of people that just wanted to have a good time. The runes on Sin’s arms turned a bright yellow, and the slime hardened into a rubbery substance, and they bounced it hard off the alien’s head across the bar, knocking him out.

     “There. Two birds, one stone. Better day? Sin Summers, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

[akatdollie]

❛ the trouble is whenever i feel your hands unclipping my bra—wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right. ❜ - angelusdomina

She has a thing for gingers. Slipping her fingers into red locks, rolling them closer. Together, wetter, together, gasping, pushing back his coat onto the sheets, huffing when her wedding band catches on his collar. He smirks—grabs her hand, untangling threads from diamonds, pressing a wet kiss to her breast.

If only he were my husband, Konan thinks, as Sasori noses past the lace of her bra, taking her into his mouth. Her ring, a brand on his spine. If only this were right.

Konan thinks of Yahiko, who had loved her to pieces. 

She thinks of Nagato, who needs her so.

But then she feels his hands push past her blouse. Arms around her shoulders. Hears the ‘clink’ of metal fasteners, soft rustle of lace, the cool air on her chest, and his desert gaze chasing it away.

His hardness against her softness. The silent moans as he thrusts against her panties, silk tugging and pulling at all the right spots. Her nails rake down his back, only barely remembering to be gentle, gentle—biting her lip. Biting his lip. Forgetting everything—every lie, every excuse, every time she googled ‘divorce’ and wondered how it could ever be worth the heartbreak. Not to mention the alimony.

But the trouble is, whenever she feels his hands unclip her bra—wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right. She forgets that this ginger isn’t her ginger, that she is not his, that this will not last longer than they do.

There is an ember of familiarity. The weight of gold on her knuckle, counterbalanced by her legs around his hips. Then Sasori thrusts in and she moans. Her responsibilities slip away.

There is nothing, after that.

ॐ

[hidan-san]

Send ♣ for a drunk message - angelusdomina

“Hey Konkon, whazzuuup?”

Splatters of red liquid painted the tiles of the kitchen wife when a huge butcher knife was plunged in the top of a can of baked beans. Not his best work, but it was difficult to open a can with a phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder.

“Just letting you know that I’m, like, really fucking happy that we’re friends. You’re cool, and chill, and pretty. So thanks. For being my friend.”

Meanwhile, the baked beans slowly but surely baked into the pot. Hidan was too distracted to notice.

“And if any guy ever breaks your heart, I’m gonna punch him in the dick. Promise. Or like, chicks. I’ll punch them in the dick, too. I don’t discriminate in decking people.”

A persistent beeping in the background accompanied his declaration of violence – the smoke detector had noticed that Hidan was trying to cook. He paid it no mind and unceremoniously dumped the baked beans, if you could still call them that, on two slices of toast.

“I guess- What I’m trying to say is that- Thank you for putting up with me. I know I can be a lot. But you stay, even when things get sticky. So yeah, lemme punch someone for you. I’d appreciate that.”  

The somewhat sentimental message was interrupted by a “Oh Jashin, I think I’m gonna throw up now…”, the fading beeping of a dying smoke detector, and, at last, the dial tone.

[kaknzn]

@angelusdomina 

     It was extraordinarily calming watching Konan fold paper. Playing with his pencil, Kakuzu found himself distracted from his work, only to watch Konan in the midst of her art. He wasn’t particularly talented himself, when it came to creating things anyway. From time to time he would discreetly watch Deidara’s hands move and form clay, or Sasori’s skilled detailing on a puppet. 

     He wondered if he would have been amongst them if he’d kept to performance arts. 

     “What are you making?”

[akatsings]

@jashfemwriter replied:

“I love to see people liking or reblogging my rp threads! Because it shows my work off to more people and hopefully gives me more exposure. I love seeing the support you’ve given @angelusdomina and appreciate your time.

Maybe people should be encouraged to put in their rules how they would like their rp content to be engaged with? The only no-no I would say is interfering with someone else’s thread, such as reblogging and putting distracting comments on the reblog or something 💗”

This is what I think as well. I usually reblog replies I enjoy to this hub here, or to my fandom main/side, but even then only when I’m sure it’s okay with OP.

Lots of RPers have rules against personal blogs following and interacting with their writing, and I can understand why. It clogs the activity feed, especially if your work starts trending, and then you can lose threads.

However, I myself prefer some public feedback rather than none at all. That’s why I allow personals to follow my RP blogs, and have no rules against them interacting with my content. I’m here to have a good time and let others share in the fun.

Also, @angelusdomina is an excellent Konan, who writes beautifully, emotionally, and with a wit that won’t quit—you should follow her if you aren’t already ;)

Question:

Recently, I’ve been really quiet on this account (in regards to liking in particular) because someone asked me not to interact with their RP content. While they did so politely, I’ve been feeling insecure—the last thing I want to do is bother people.

On one hand, this discourages me from reading threads because... if they’re great, then what? I don’t say a word? I’m not allowed to like them. On the other, it really sucks to post something and not get a single reaction from it.

So the question for RP blogs is this:

Do you want followers engaging with your content?

To be clear: not comments/reblogs that interfere with threads. Just interacting in meaningful, little ways, such as smashing the like button or jumping into the ask box.

[sunagakurenosato]

About Me

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better.

Tagged by: @nikkxb (You tagged me in tropical-gothic but I thought I’d just answer it here)

1. Nickname: Amaya 2. Zodiac Sign: Water Rooster 3. Hogwarts House: Slytherin 4. Height: 5′3″ 5. Last thing I googled: Women’s world cup schedule. 6. Favorite musicians: Ben&Ben currently 7. Song stuck in my head: Bad Guy by Bille Eilish cuz that one gif set has me on a giant ego Sasori sort of feel 8. Followers: 48 9. Following: 51 10. Do you get asks: Sometimes! I had a lovely anon that would send in kogkag prompts/ideas, but I haven’t had one of those in a while. 11. Amount of sleep: ...depends if I’m duty. From 30 minutes to 6-8 hours. 12. Lucky number: 2? 13. What are you wearing: Pajamas :’ )  14. Dream job: I’m a successful neurologist who has enough time to see and talk to all my patients. I’m not pressed for time doing rounds on too many patients, spending more time writing on their chart than I am talking to them. And I am earning enough to afford nice meals every so often and healthy meals every day. 15. Instruments: ...neuro hammer? Pen light? These are technically instruments?? I can do a fundoscope pretty well. 16. Languages: English. Filipino. Some others but eh, I likely can’t even carry a decent conversation so eh. 17. Favourite song: Muddy Waters by LP. Currently. Which is all Sam’s fault.  18. Random fact: I had/have sinusitis and intranasal corticosteroids are godsent 19. Aesthetic: Endless pens and washi tape. Also endless cheap pens that can get lost in the ward. Duty bag filled with syringes and purple tops, red tops, blue tops. Doctor’s coat with my name on it. Ring with micropore, tourniquet, and stapler stuck on it. Trodat with my name on it... eventually with a license number. 20. Dream trip: YOU KNOW MANY PLACES AT THIS POINT I DON’T EVEN KNOW. I want to go back to Japan. I want to go to Sagada. I want to go to El Nido. I guess with the temperature, I want to go to a beach. Swim a bit.

tagging: @akatdollie, @revennir, @gengakki, @desertgourd, @thecorpsecarrier, @angelusdomina, @akatzombie, @awintersrose

[shatteredxlookingxglass]

♫ - how about for Dan since Konan hasn’t interacted much with him yet? - angelusdomina

Solitude - VNV Nation

Set me aflame and cast me free.

Away, you wretched world of tethers.

Through the endless night and day

I have never wanted more.

I always thought that I would stand

Before the faceless name of justice.

Like some law unto myself,

Like a child of God again.

And if rain brings winds of change

Then let it rain on us forever.

I have no doubt from what I've seen

I have never wanted more.

Defender - Cruxshadows

There is no fact that cannot be challenged

No course of fate we cannot repair

The means to an end is in the beginning

Strength to endure comes out of despair

Where there is love, there is life

And where there is life there is hope

And in hope we find the sight to see

The essence of divinity

And through each moment believing

She knows that I will not leave her

One life held fast to another

Love lives, and I will defend her

Starts With One - Shiny Toy Guns

Starts with one I can't feel

It's all in your mind anyway

I can't heal

Make me feel this way

Now there's two I can't see

I've never felt this way

I can't feel

Anything anyway

Let's show them the only way

Let's show them our hearts

[SEND ‘ ♫ ‘ FOR 1-3 SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF OUR MUSES’ DYNAMIC...]

[akatdollie]

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes - for Nadir in Konan's dress PLS - angelusdomina

the emperor’s new clothes

One of many advantages of being the Third Kazekage was that, when he wore something uncouth, no one had the gall to question him on the matter.

Case in point: On one of the hottest days in Suna, molten sun poured in through the windows, boiling flesh down to the bones—and that was at ten a.m.

By noon proper he was fantasizing about his baths, robes sticky with sweat and mind everywhere but his paperwork. More than once he caught himself looking outside, at red mirage—or a fever dream. Or perhaps a sunstroke. He was dying, certainly.

This being a life or death situation, he really had no choice but to wander down the halls, seeking relief, or at the very least a draft. If it found him in the ambassador wing, stripped of his robes and rifling through Mame Konan’s wares, then so be it.

Emergency executive powers were made for this.

...probably.

Didn’t dear Sasori say he liked dark lace? The Kazekage held the brassiere up to his chest, looking in the mirror. Hardly better than nothing, leagues better than his robes. It would be a tight fit, but he could pull it off. Or on, as it was.

Shrugging, he slipped its straps through his arms and over his broad shoulders. “I have more experience in taking you off,” he said to the lace cups. Such is demonstrated when the bra refused to clip in the back, no matter how he twisted, stretched, bent, switching the angles of his arms—one over the shoulder, one around the ribs—both around the side—to no avail. The intriguing experience quickly became tiresome.

What if he asked nicely? He stared at the bra, begging it to reveal his secrets. Torturing it would do no good. Surely, his most fearsome opponent to date... he weighed the shame in surrendering against the potential costs. Death?

“No thank you.” The Kazekage sighed, snapping off the straps and turning it to the front. He quickly clipped it on, before returning the lingerie to its rightful place. It was unwired, at least, stretching comfortably, and breathably, over his pectorals. He leaned to the side and—oh yes. Movable as well.

Perhaps this should be a regular in his wardrobe, he thinks, picking through the underwear for something to his liking. As it turned out, the only thing that could handle his girth was a pair of crotchless panties, which hugged his ass, in all the best places, with the coolest of silk. Honestly, heaven. Why did he bother with robes again? Only Shuka knew.

Caught up in the sculpted bronze of his own reflection, he chose to ignore click of a lock and the open door, up until he senses Konan’s eyes wide on him. He further ignored the instinct to shy away, instead lifting his nose high into the air.

“Aside from lacking elemental protection, this is far better suited to the desert than robes,” he informed her, glory bare for all to see. @angelusdomina

[kaknzn]

Death is not the greatest loss in life. 

                      The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live.

     Indie Konan rp blog @angelusdomina

[akatsings]

21 Questions

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @sunagakurenosato (follow them!!)

Tagging:  @shatteredxlookingxglass  , @akatzombie , @angelusdomina , @revennir , @dekcrin , @wildherc , @konohagakureship , @lvyeshou , @stonefvced , @hidan-san , @crimsoneyedcrow , @ghost-of-no-one , plus anyone else who wants to!

1- Nickname(s):  Akat, Kitty

2- Zodiac: Scorpio

3- Height:  5′4

4- Last movie I saw: The Conjuring

5- Last thing I googled:  “Best Horror Movies” - because I forgot the name of the movie I saw lol

6- Favorite musician:  Bille Eilish or Hozier

7- Song stuck in my head: Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

8- Other blogs:  @akatdeity, @akatdollie, @sasori-multiship, plus a fandom blog

9- Do I get asks:  Yes!!! I’m so lucky to have interested followers and amazing friends!!

10- Following:  39

11- Amount of sleep:  Six hours if I’m lucky

12- Lucky number:  7?

13- What I’m wearing: My pineapple tanktop with fancy pj slacks.

14- Dream job:  No clue. Writer?

15- Dream Trip:  Japan! But right now I’m planning on Florida <3

16- Favourite food:  Middle eastern, Indian, Thai. Honestly anything with eggplant though.

17- Play any instruments:  The recorder XD

18- Languages: English with a liiiiiitle Spanish

19- Favourite songs:  her by samsa (most played on my iTunes)

20- Random fact:  I am allergic to dairy, soy, garlic, pineapple, eggs, and many families of penicillin. 

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things:  peach soda | too many houseplants | driving at night with only streetlights for company | the soft-tired wee hours of the morning | open windows when its raining | crumbs on the floor | shed bird feathers | an empty watering can | picking up worms off the concrete | sleeping in | soft sheets

[sunagakurenosato]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @thecorpsecarrier

Tagging: @scheherazade-sings, @revennir, @angelusdomina, @desertgourd, @icecurse, @gengakki, @urarenge, @lvyeshou

1- Nickname(s):  Amaya

2- Zodiac: Aquarius

3- Height:  5′2

4- Last movie I saw: Always be my Maybe (100% recommended, it’s in netflix, A+ Asian American Rom Com??? LITERALLY DON’T usually like rom coms but this one!!)

5- Last thing I googled:  “pruritic erythematous vesicles on dorsal foot scabies”

6- Favorite musician:  Currently, Ben&Ben !!

7- Song stuck in my head: Buwan by Juan Karlos (recommend)

8- Other blogs:  @tropical-gothic

9- Do I get asks:  Yes <3 <3 from some amazing lovely people thank you <3

10- Following:  44

11- Amount of sleep:  The usual 6-8?

12- Lucky number:  3

13- What I’m wearing: red duster

14- Dream job:  NEUROLOGIST WORKING IN THE PHILIPPINE GENERAL HOSPITAL

15- Dream Trip:  An all expense paid trip to Lagen in Palawan. 

16- Favourite food:  California Maki... Philippine style. If it doesn’t have mangoes, it is dead to me.

17- Play any instruments:  Used to play the piano but not anymore

18- Languages: Filipino (mostly Tagalog), English, weeeee bit of Japanese, Chinese, and Spanish but who am I kidding, I barely get practice.

19- Favourite songs:  I’m not gonna choose. I have too many. But listen to: South london forever by Florence + the Machine

20- Random fact:  I have low-ish levels of calcium. If I hyperventilate, my hands close to make the... uh, Italian hand gesture whose name escapes me at the moment.

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things:  peach soda | too many houseplants | driving at night with only streetlights for company | the soft-tired wee hours of the morning | open windows when its raining | crumbs on the floor | shed bird feathers | an empty watering can | picking up worms off the concrete | sleeping in | soft sheets

[akatdeity]

"Your most attractive feature is your mouth. When it is closed. And no other time before or after." - angelusdomina, to Hidan.

“Seriously?” Hidan chuckles, flashing teeth at her. “You’re just jealous ‘cause I give the best head. You afraid I’ll steal your boyfriend?” He shakes his head in false pity.

“No worries, Miss Leader. ‘Cause his idolatrous ass ain’t worth a lick.”

@angelusdomina 💙

[shatteredxlookingxglass]

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?” - angelusdomina, you can pick your muse!

(From an AU made with @akatdollie where Sasori is an AV star looking for mainstream opportunities, and Rasa, his biggest fan, is a film producer)

He’s on his second scotch of the evening when his darling friend starts playing twenty questions, then his fourth by the time she gets especially personal, and when a particular question is uttered all he can think of is his hidden collection of certain films featuring one red-haired beauty. 

Mental images all too real, Rasa takes a sip and coughs just as Konan’s amber eyes catch his with a bit of staid mischief. The alcohol is mellow, aged to perfection and expensive, but gone down the wrong way it burns all the same and he reaches clumsily for the water nearby.

“Probably the same as any hot-blooded man, Konan-dear,” he deflects, signaling the bartender for another round. “A squirreled-away collection of, ah–materials of an erotic nature. Yes it’s who you think. Don’t look at me like that.”

[Drunken confession]

[akatdollie]

Continued from here: 

@angelusdomina:

“I am not an errand girl,” Konan informs him coolly. Through his suggestion and his request, Konan can see that an arrangement between them can be met, where he is happy and she is happy, and that it plays to both of their advantages.

But Konan will not allow them to be conned. No. She will not. Many have tried, and Yahiko saw through them easily, even as Nagato wavered upon one particular temptation. Konan knows she has a duty of care to her friends, and to her work. She knows what they are, even as the world presently views them as a mere rebel group.

After all, when she is the Amekage…

…this Kazekage would be her equal.

“No, not an errand girl,” Lord Third amends, smoothing over starts of a disagreement. “As I understand it, you are a freedom fighter. A rebel. You know this city and its sewers better than all else.” And he knows this political swamp better than all else, except, perhaps—

—well—

—the subject of their conversation.

“Think of this more as—a friendly favor. From one leader to another,” Tenno adds, eyes curling genially. All he wants is a small message. Just one.

[akatdollie]

the emperor’s new clothes

continued from here @angelusdomina:

“Sasori warned me that you were a fool,” Konan replies, setting her shoulders straight.

“Ah, that one.” The Third tips his head politely, as etiquette dictates. “Very sharp, isn’t he?”

Whether the emperor is a fool is not open for debate; any passerby would conclude the same. And that is exactly what the Kazekage wants, reaching back into her dresser and tugging out a backless, sideless gown.

“I normally have servants for this,” he informs her, pinching the top and holding it in front of him. Locating the front, he turns it around and slips it on, flattening it over his chest, hips and crotch. Not much coverage in the rear area, no, but it is breezy, and for that, he was thankful.

“Did you know,” he starts, looking up at the Ame ambassador. “That it is Sunan custom for the host and guest to exchange gifts at the beginning of their stay? If I recall correctly—and my mind isn’t what it used to be—our family did present you with several lovely items. Bathrobes, sandals, towels,” he counts. “Luxury items.” Then he smiles. “Should I count these as your gifts to me? I wouldn’t want you committing any social faux pas.” 

How obscene.