#glitteringxchaos

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

@glitteringxchaos

"Hey, pocket princess, stop ignorin' me."

Was the Oni going to pout? Probably not, he was mostly using the nicknames he could get away with because he could, and for no other reason.

[kurogane-redfox]

@glitteringxchaos (from this)

Gajeel could tell by how stiff her movements were as he led her to his office, that she didn’t want to be in he position she was in. Well, lucky for her she’d see that not only was she going to be keeping her magic, she was also going to become a member of his guild. Which would add another layer of protection to her from her greedy father. HIs hand would remain on her shoulder, just easing her way forward through the hall. HIs guild members were behaving themselves so far, at the very least.

Honestly, he couldn’t get out of his god forsaken monkey suit faster.

“Judgin’ by yer reaction, I’m gonna guess ya already know who I am, but I’m gonna introduce myself anyway. Gajeel Redfox, Wizard Saint, and Guild Master of Phantom Lord. At yer service,”

He’d have paused in their walk to lean down and press his lips to the back of her knuckles. After that he’d resume walking, keeping her /in front/ of himself to show her that he viewed her as an equal not someone lesser than he was. He had a feeling she was going to be genuinely shocked when she found out all of the stipulations he’d managed to convince her greedy father to agree to. Once they arrived at his office, he’d loft a brow upon hearing her next words. She was under the assumption that he was merely playing bodyguard? Well, he supposed she’d be surprised when he spoke again then. Wouldn’t she?

“I ain’t yer bodyguard nor am I gonna be watchin’ ya until some nasty old fart comes to collect ya. I’m the one yer here to meet. The paperwork is in here for ya to look at.”

He’d open the door to his office and push it open for her to walk inside before he’d follow her and close the door behind them. Once she sat down he’d move behind his desk and retrieve her copy of the signed paperwork. A marriage contract was nothing to scoff at, and the Dragon Slayer made sure to get her as much freedom as he could compared to the older contracts her father had worked up with the nasty old farts he’d been attempting to marry her to before finding out that despite being something her father hated, a Wizard, he was loaded and could ease Jude’s workload by supplying him with plenty of Jewel to work with for years to come.

“Sorry it ain’t perfect but I managed to get him to change a lot of stuff for it. I told him if he didn’t I wouldn’t agree to marry ya or supply him with any Jewel for his business venture,”

One of the stipulations was that Lucy was not only able to use her magic, but she could keep her keys, and train with her magic. As well as train her body to be tougher. The only stipulation he’d not convinced the old man to get rid of was the one where they were to have a child within a year. He’d tug on the collar of the dress shirt beneath the suit jacket he was wearing, as well as tug on the metal band he’d made to hold his wild locks back.

“After yer done readin’ through that, we’ll head to our room so ya can get comfortable. I have a feelin’ yer a lot like me and ya don’t like the stuffy dressy shit we’re wearin’ right now.”

All he needed to do was wait for her to realize that he was telling her the truth when he said that he was the one she was marrying. Or well, they were technically already married due to the papers now in her gloved hands. He did wonder, however, how she was going to react to marrying someone like him.

[nitronapalm]

Starter for @glitteringxchaos​

“...The fuck is it, Icyhot?” He didn’t even have to look to know who it was, very few people could make a room a few degrees cooler just by walking in. His tone didn’t have its usual bite to it, though, he was currently focused on the game he was playing on his system. What game? Resident Evil 7, one of his favorites. It also meant he didn’t actually have to focus as hard as he actually needed to since he knew the controls so well.

[eonsadrft]

@glitteringxchaos asked: "You're too hard on yourself sometimes. It's okay to just take some time and relax every once in a while...you know that, right?" Lumine smiled softly, her head cocking as she studied his face for a few moments, then held a hand out to him. "Come with me. Let's find a place with a nice view and just...have a picnic or something. It'd be nice to get away from things for a while. What do you say?"

❝ Hard on myself? I'm just being myself. You sound like you're worried about me. Cute, but treating me as a friend doesn't make I see you as one. You should worry more about what I'm capable to do. ❞

Of course, the wanderer spoke with a sharp tongue, it was something that had not changed since he merged his alternate life memories into his current life. But it was really his way of warning to ' stay away from me ', even though deep down he was accepting her company.

❝ ... I'll suppose if I say no you'll keep annoying me so... Alright, I'll follow you. I hope the food is not too sweet, and if there is tea, all the better. ❞

His tone seemed threatening at first, but deep down he was saying it gently. He appreciated Lumine's gesture.

[detonizing]

what’s the best thing about shipping for you? 15. what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse? 18. is there a ship you used to like, but not anymore?

1. what’s the best thing about shipping for you?

The plotting! I really enjoy being able to talk with my rp partner about our muses. Talking through ideas we have and swapping scenarios we come up with. Again, I dont mean it has to be super indepth plotting or anything, but just being able to throw ideas at each other and ramble is always nice!! Having someone just as invested in a dynamic as you and being able to bond with that person is always funn

5. what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse?

ohhhh. Well, I am not sure if I could pick just one haha. I will say, TodoBaku has a special place in my heart bc Jordyn and i rp'd that and I still think about them to this day. But I like p much all popular bkg ships and most nonpopular ones! I know that's not the definition of OTP, but it's hard to pick just one haha. Basically, the answer is just yes.

18. is there a ship you used to like, but not anymore?

Hmmm. I don't think so! Not in BNHA at least. I am ridiculously easy to sway into a ship tbh and it's hard to make me to stop liking something. Show me really cool art or fic or even just a concept for a ship and you'll probably have me sold haha. Thank being said, that doesn't mean i automatically will ship my katsuki with this or that muse. My ship consumption is different than what i rp!

[solarflaretm]

I'm sorry you're having to deal with such awful, immature people. I hope they grow up and snap out of it quickly and leave you alone. You don't deserve to have to deal with that.

thanks , friend ❤️ it's just something wild to me because it's roleplay . all of this is so unnecessary & overall ridiculous . especially when majority of us are just here to write & make friends .

[crimsononiarataki]

@glitteringxchaos Because I can.

"Babygirl! Hey, hey babygirl."

He was doing it because he knew he could get away with it and his homicidal maniac of a boyfriend didn't actually mind that much. He let the Oni get away with quite a lot after all.

[newsave]

random starter for @glitteringxchaos Hawks <3

"you're... beautiful. i never thought-- i, i never thought..."

"i never thought beauty was something someone as monstrous as i could appreciate. but, when i look at you, it's like something inside my heart turns on like a light switch and i want to keep staring at you forever. i can-- i can feel my eyes sparkle. i didn't know they could do that."

tomura reaches out, both hands finding hawks' waist, gripping it excitedly. "and, god, touching you -- my whole life I've tried to keep away from touching anyone, just in case, but I can't get enough of you... -- i'm still so..."

scared? no, fuck, they wont admit it, not even to hawks, hardly even to themselves. of course they're scared. scared that their guard will drop, or they'll drift off, and that final finger will fall and everything they're learning to feel will be drowned by terrified bloody hatred again.

"i don't want to hurt you," they breathe. "and i'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure no one ever does. not you. not now that you're mine."

"i didn't know i had it in me to see and appreciate beauty... but now that i know, i'm never letting that go. never letting you go..."

[mcwscollective]

"You could stay." - Keigo to Dabi

@glitteringxchaos

“Could slit my throat too. Doesn’t mean I’m going to do it…” Spending time together needed to be a carefully balanced game of give and take; to show just enough interest and then step away far enough to set them back to square one. It was the same approach he took to most people these days, and the hero before him was no exception.

“We both know how this night will go if I stay,” he continued, searching for his jacket. “We drink, something physical happens, we say shit we shouldn’t, and then we wake up in the morning regretting the past eight hours.” He grabbed up the coat, stepping in close to slap a quick kiss against Hawks’s cheek. “Is all of that really worth the twenty minutes of fun we’d get out of it?”

[ericense]

@glitteringxchaos sent in ;; [ ANGEL ] for sender and receiver to make snow angels. - from Shinso (if you want :) )

Eri looks down at the snow covering the ground like a cosy, white blanket, her pink-dusted nose poking out from the scarf that covers the lower half of her face. The snow’s yet to be disturbed, not a print or blemish to be seen, and for some inexplicable reason she finds herself wanting to stomp through it if only to kick the perfection of it up. Strange.

Apparently Shinso feels the same, or perhaps he picks up on Eri’s inclination somehow, because not a moment later he’s proposing something called ‘snow angels’ and her interest becomes immediately piqued.

“Snow angels?”, Eri parrots, tilting her head to the side curiously. “What are they?”

Whatever they are, they sound fun. Because snow is good, and so are angels, so two good things must become something great! Or… That was her logic, at least. She looks to Shinso for more guidance.

“Are they like snowmen, but with wings?”

[alcoholtm--a]

@glitteringxchaos​

Shin vc: Coffee's made with water...it counts.

      begins to write in his notebook to not give shinso any gifts for the holidays.

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

@glitteringxchaos

"Pspspsps. Hey, hey, babygirl."

[kurogane-redfox]

Closed Starter for @glitteringxchaos​

Gajeel grinned to himself as he tucked the papers he’d recently signed with a controlling bastard into his desk and locked the drawer. The man was desperate to marry his daughter off to a wealthy man, and despite all his attempts at pairing her off with a wrinkly old fart he’d failed. Eventually he’d heard about the Master of Phantom Lord being single. Likely from Sorcerer Weekly and he’d shown up intending on meeting the very powerful and wealthy man to discuss things with him.

There were stipulations, of course, such as the fact that after he married the young woman, they were to have a child within a year. The old man had explained that his daughter was his pride and joy, but the undertones of his voice said otherwise. The Dragon Slayer had managed to get the man to rescind his blocking of his daughter’s use of her magic as one of the various stipulations that made the Dragon agree to the marriage in the first place.

Now, he, along with the rest of his guild were awaiting the arrival of the young heiress. Though, truth be told, the Dragon wasn’t sure what to expect. Being that he was a Wizard Saint, and a Dragon Slayer he could have his pick of just about anyone, so why would he agree to an arranged marriage with Jude Heartfilia’s daughter, Lucy? It was simple, the Dragon was able to tell that the old man had been trying and failing to pair his poor daughter off to the highest bidder for money. Fucking greedy piece of shit.

“Remember, everyone. She ain’t used to bein’ around rowdy people. So behave until she settles in or I’ll put yer asses in the box,”

After speaking, the doors to the guildhall would open, and a young woman in a rather fancy dress would walk through them. The light shining behind her would cast a shadow over her entire appearance. Once the doors closed, standing at the front of the Phantom Lord guildhall would be a very shy looking young blonde woman. As she started looking around trying in vain to spot who she was signed up to marry, the Dragon would step forward. If she’d read any Sorcerer Weekly magazines, the chance of her recognizing him was high since he’d been one of the top bachelors for some time now.

“Yer Lucy, right? We need to talk in private ‘cause ya need to know all the stipulations.”

He was being as gentle in tone as he possibly could be and it was due to the expression on the blonde’s face. He could tell she was severely uncomfortable and it might not be just because of the amount of guild members were staring at her either. The Dragon would place a hand gently on her shoulder and begin easing her toward the hall that led to his office. His guild members were probably wondering when he was going to get the monkey suit off, but for the time being he was going to wear it. Even though he’d rather just be wearing his typical coat and gloves.

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

"Babygirl? There ain't anythin' wrong with it why ya gettin' so mad?"

The Oni would look at Scaramouche with a slight pout on his lips at the others reaction to his words. The Harbinger knew that he was only playing, right? Sure, it was said in jest at first, but now he found himself saying it to get reactions from the other male. Yes, he knew he was an Harbinger in the Fatui, no, he didn't care. It was Signora who was spearheading the chaos that inflicted Inazuma, not Scaramouche.

"Come on, Mooshie, ya know I'm only playin'."

He'd pat the smaller male on the shoulder, being mindful of his own strength. Sure, Scaramouche was a puppet, but he still didn't want to cause him any pain. He wasn't sure what it was about him that made Scaramouche not want to rip him into pieces, he knew the shorter male was incredibly volatile, and prone to fits of violence, though he'd never actually SEEN anything. He'd heard about some stuff but he wasn't sure the words were true or not. Plus, the Oni was friends with not only The Balladeer, but Tartaglia as well, though he preferred the company of 'Mooshie' much more than that of the ginger.

"Would ya rather I call ya somethin' else... hmm. Oh! I know, pocket princess!"

@crimsononiarataki asked: "Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain." ->You know who it's for.

That infuriating nickname. The insult about his mind - which was perfectly fine, thank you very much - was completely bypassed by the much more irksome 'nickname' the oni had apparently come up with. His eye twitched, gaze lifting with a murderous light flickering to life in its depths as he glared daggers at the much taller male.

"...what did you just call me?"

The oni was lucky he was someone Scaramouche could actually tolerate...usually...as if he'd been just about anyone else, he would already be little more than a smear of blood across the ground with the scent of ozone and charred flesh lingering on the breeze. As it was, however, he couldn't bring himself to actually hurt the other...at least not with the intent to kill. He hadn't drawn out Scara's inherent bloodlust, which was in and of itself surprising....and also meant that he could get away with much more than the rest of the populace.

"Take it back. Right now. I am not...that...and you will refer to me as such again."

[fiercewinged]

Going to be over on @glitteringxchaos today getting my muse page updated finally, but I am actually here as well so feel free to hit me up for stuff!

[the-fox-god]

[ Closed ]

The ashy hair man stood in front of his own statue, his fists were clenched tightly shut and trembled. "How dare someone come here and wrecks my shrine." Just moments ago, Katsuki had sensed someone here, and right as he arrived the feeling despaired. There was no way someone was able to run off so quickly, he knew whoever did this must have used some kind of magic to teleport themselves out just in time. Unlucky for them, Bakugō was able to still smell the person’s scent here and would be able to track them down. There was no way he could just let this attack on his main shrine go that would start a slippery slope and cause others to act in the same way.

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent and was surprised it was of a woman. With the damage done to the hard cement of the statue and the missing muzzle, Bakugo assumed the person to be a man. Nevertheless, he still had a job to do and he began to track the sent towards the east of the forest. The oak trees around the area slowly began to fewer and instead pine trees began to be the replacement. Gnarled roots dipped in and out of the ground, twisting around. Sticks and twigs snapped under his boots as the deity marched forward. ‘How should I punish them? Rack her backs over hot coals and roast her alive? Is that too harsh for destroying my main shrine?’ He paused for a heartbeat, ‘ of course not.’ He told himself that this was the right decision and ignored the creeping feeling of something being wrong.

‘Nope, that isn't going to stop me. She is a dead woman walking.’

The scent was becoming stronger, in front of Katsuki saw the pine trees break off and relieved a small wooden cabin in the forest. He could see the outside of the cabin had a garden that was fenced in with chicken wire, he immediately could feel a wave of power coming from the building and knew whoever was inside wasn't just a normal human.’ She is not undead either and I can't smell the scent of dog anywhere so werewolf is also out of the question.’ Narrowing his red eyes, he ran threw a few other supernatural creatures and found himself on the last one. ‘ She has to be a witch, which explains why she moved so fast and was able to do so much damage.’ Now with a clear idea of what he was dealing with, the god picked up a nearby rock and threw it towards the cabin window.

“Come out here and face me, do you think I would let a dirty witch like you get away with destroying my shrine?”

@glitteringxchaos