#it's the roleplaying part and guilt tripping lol

[risingsoleil]

I think Tenzin is lowkey Filipino mom coded lol

Hear me out with this scenario in a Linzin AU:

Korra stayed in the city late at night with Kang and Jin. Originally, it was so the boys could make sure Korra wasn't getting suckered into the wrong things through Mako and Bolin.

Eventually, it turned into following an Equalist and almost getting caught...

When they get back to the island, it's waaay in the middle of the night.

As soon as their feet touched the floor in the main house, the lights turn on.

The trio freezes and grimaces when harsh grey eyes glare at them, hands behind his back.

"Hey Tenzin..."

Kang and Jin try to tell her not to say anything, but Tenzin beats them to the punch.

"Welcome back home, you three."

...

"What? You're not going to tell me good evening? Or hello? Or anything."

"Uh....hi?"

"No talking!"

Korra's mouth clamps shut.

"Do me a favor," Tenzin instructs eerily calmly.

From behind, the boys can see their sisters sneaking around and eavesdropping. They try to shoot them a glare without getting caught by their father.

Jin shifts. "What?"

"Look at the clock. What time is it?"

"It says, uh..."

"3:05...am."

Tenzin claps. "Oh, so you actually do know what time it is. You know how to tell time!"

The girls in the back hold their laughter.

"It's 3:05 A.M, you three! A.M!"

The trio shrinks smaller as Tenzin's voice rises higher.

"You think this house is a hotel? Huh?!" Tenzin seethes, face red. "You check in and check out whenever you want?!"

"No..." Jin mutters under his breath.

"In fact, I'll be your receptionist!" He claps once. "Good evening, sirs and madam. Checking in, again? It's 3 o'clock in the morning!! Would you like some tea? No? Perhaps some cookies to wake you up?"

Mei and Areum cover their mouths, quietly smacking each other as they stand hunched over.

Korra and Kang make the mistake of letting out a giggle.

Tenzin's glare sharpens on them, and the trio feels their souls being ripped out from their bodies.

"You think this is funny?! If I wanted to be funny, I would have become a clown!!"

The trio's resolve crumbles and they start cracking up at him. Until Tenzin whacks each of them on the back of the head with a newspaper.

"Quit it! You want me to die an early death, huh?"

"Dad, you're being dramatic now."

"You looove to drive your mother and I crazy. Is that it? You want me to be so stressed out, I can't grow a beard any more."

"What does that have anything to do with being out late?"

Whack!

"I expect to see you at morning meditation!"

In the background, Lin smacks her two daughters for eavesdropping and not being in bed.

[creamflix]

EPISODE 7 — BOUNTY HUNTER & FIREFIGHTER ! — featuring shiu kong (3.9k words) & toji fushiguro (4.7k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, bounty hunter toji (reader has a bounty on her head), firefighter shiu (reader is a civilian), cnc & dubcon, fingering, clothed sex, dumbification, begging, bondage, accidental stimulation, abduction as seduction, breath play, marking, dirty talk, mindbreak, heavy corruption kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia [aroused by crying], oral (m. receiving), cock slaps u in the face lol, gaslighting + guilt-tripping [??] + manipulation, dom! toji, sadistic dom! shiu, creep/perv! shiu — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

SHIU's boots hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he takes another slow drag, the smoke curling into the cool evening air. it’s been a long shift at the station, and he’s finally off duty, unwinding with a walk through the quiet back alleys of the neighborhood he knows like the back of his hand. ironic that a firefighter’s go-to stress relief is something that could start a fire, but hey, everyone’s got their vices.

his gaze drifts upward, eyes catching on the odd sight in one of the buildings above — a pretty little thing stuck half out of a third-floor window, struggling to get free. his eyebrows raise in mild curiosity, but he doesn’t rush. there’s no real danger here, not yet, and he takes another puff of his cigarette as he watches you fumble, clearly distressed but not in any immediate peril.

still, something about the situation tugs at him. maybe it’s the way your body twists in frustration, the subtle way your hips move as you try to wiggle out of the jam you’ve gotten yourself into. or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s a firefighter, and it’s his job to “save” people like you. whatever the case, shiu decides he’s got time to play the hero.

he flicks the ash from his cig before tucking it between his lips again, making his way over to the building. when he reaches the base, he calls up to you, voice low and rough with a hint of amusement.

“need a hand, sweetheart?”

you freeze, your head snapping down to look at him, wide-eyed and flushed, clearly embarrassed at being caught in such a predicament. “uh, y-yeah… i — can’t get out.”

shiu takes his time, eyes lingering on the way your body is pressed against the window frame, your hips caught in just the right way to highlight the curve of your ass. he takes one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away, slowly moving toward the fire escape.

“lucky for you,” he drawls, climbing the rickety ladder with ease, his muscles flexing under his jacket as he makes his way up, “i’m off duty, but i think i can make an exception.”

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your window, and as he steps onto the narrow ledge, he gives you a once-over. up close, you’re even more irresistible, your skin flushed from exertion and embarrassment, your breath coming in short, nervous gasps. shiu smirks, his hand reaching out to grab your hip firmly, pulling you toward him in a way that’s far more intimate than necessary.

“there we go,” he mutters, his grip tightening as he helps ease you out of the tight spot you’re stuck in. “just stay still, i’ll get you outta here.”

his hand moves to your waist, strong and unyielding, and you feel the press of his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you out of the window. you try to ignore the fact that his hand lingers a little too long, his grip a little too possessive, but it’s hard to miss the heat of his body pressed so close to yours.

as he maneuvers you out, you catch a whiff of his cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, and the soft ash falls onto your shoulders, dusting your bare skin as he works. “oops,” shiu chuckles, flicking another bit of ash off your back. “sorry about that, babe. part of the job, i guess.”

you swallow hard, trying to keep your thoughts straight as he finally pulls you free from the window, but the sensation of his hand gripping your hips, and the fact that you’re practically in his arms now, makes it difficult to focus on anything but him.

“you’re all set,” he says, though he doesn’t let go just yet. his hand slides down your hip, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh, and you feel the heat of his touch burn through you. he’s still got that smirk on his face, like he’s enjoying this just a little too much.

then you notice the firm press of something else against your leg — the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.

your breath catches, and shiu’s eyes flicker down to where you’ve realized just how much he’s enjoying the situation. his smirk widens, and he leans in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “don’t worry about that. it’s just… part of the job too.”

his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you flush against him for a moment, and the hard length of him presses insistently against your thigh. his eyes lock onto yours, dark with a hunger that’s hard to ignore.

“so… you good?” his voice is low, gravelly, full of heat. “or maybe you’re still stuck, hmm?”

shiu bites back a groan, the smirk faltering for a moment as you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. he can practically see the gears turning in your head, your gaze flicking from his face to the bulge pressing against your thigh. your cheeks are flushed, and there’s a panicked sort of concern that flashes across your expression.

“oh my god,” you breathe, stepping back slightly, hands flying to your mouth in a gesture of pure shock. “i-i didn’t mean to hurt you! i didn’t think...”

shiu stares at you, trying to process what you’re saying. hurt him? hurt him? you didn’t hurt him in the slightest — in fact, if anything, you’ve got him so riled up he can barely think straight, his cock straining painfully against his pants as he watches your sweet, innocent little face crumble into guilt. the way your lip trembles and the first tear wells up in the corner of your eye is almost too much for him to handle.

“h-hurt me?” shiu chokes out, struggling to keep the amusement out of his voice. he runs a hand through his hair, trying to stay composed even as you look like you’re about to fall apart at the seams. “nah, sweetheart, you didn’t —”

“no, no!” you cut him off, and to his absolute disbelief, you take his hand and pull him inside your apartment, practically dragging him through the door. “you’re hurt! your… your thing — i must’ve bumped it, and now it looks all swollen! oh god, i’m so sorry! please — come in, sit down, let me help you!”

shiu’s eyes widen in disbelief as you pull him into your cozy little living room, your panic ramping up with every step. it’s almost comical, the way you’re fussing over him, but there’s something about your innocent concern, your big, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you rush around trying to help him, that makes his cock twitch even harder. he groans inwardly, feeling his self-control slipping away.

you’re completely misunderstanding the situation, and instead of clearing it up, shiu can’t help but lean into it. there’s a darker part of him that enjoys watching you spiral into guilt and worry, knowing damn well that you’re so far off base it’s ridiculous. it’s kind of cute, really — how naïve you are.

“hey, hey, calm down,” he mutters, his voice dropping lower as he watches the tears fall from your eyes. “you didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. you don’t need to cry.”

“but i did!” you practically wail, your hands flying to your face as the tears come faster now. “i was so careless, and now you’re in pain because of me! i’m so, so sorry!”

shiu groans softly, his patience wearing thin as the sight of you crying — actually crying — because you think you hurt him makes something dark and primal stir inside him. the urge to corrupt that innocence, to push you just a little further, is growing too strong to ignore. he steps forward, reaching out to gently cup your face, his thumb wiping away the tears as they spill down your cheeks. the warmth of your tears against his skin sends a shiver down his spine, and he grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge. “you didn’t hurt me. i promise.”

your lip wobbles, and you look up at him with wide, teary eyes, sniffling softly. “b-but… you’re... swollen. and i don’t want to make it worse. please, i have to do something to help. anything!”

and there it is. the way you so earnestly offer to help him out, completely oblivious to the real situation, has shiu’s cock twitching again, his resolve cracking under the weight of your words. anything? you have no idea what you’re asking for, but the thought of you — this sweet, innocent girl — offering to “help” him out in your naive little way is too tempting to pass up.

shiu’s eyes darken, his thumb still brushing against your tear-streaked cheek as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “anything, huh?” his voice is low, almost a growl, and he can feel the way you tremble at his proximity. “you really wanna help me out with… my injury?”

you nod quickly, wiping at your tears with the back of your hand, clearly determined to make up for what you think you’ve done. “yes! i just… i feel so bad, and if there’s anything i can do to make it better…”

shiu chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down from your cheek to grip your waist, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against him, the hard length of his cock throbbing against your thigh. you gasp softly, your breath hitching as you feel just how “swollen” he really is.

“well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “there’s one way you could help. but… you might wanna brace yourself. it’s a real hands-on kinda job.”

you freeze for a moment, your mind clearly trying to catch up with the implications of his words. but before you can say anything, shiu’s hand slides lower, gripping your hip in a vice-like hold as he presses himself harder against you, making sure you can feel just how badly he needs you to “help.”

“you think you can handle that?” he teases, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “’cause you’re the one who offered, babe. and i’d hate to see you cry again if you don’t follow through…”

your face flushes, more tears welling up in your eyes, but this time, there’s something different in the way you look at him — something nervous, yes, but also curious, like you’re starting to understand what he’s really asking. you swallow hard, your body trembling slightly under his grip.

“i… i’ll try,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of determination. “i don’t want to let you down.”

shiu grins, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he growls, “oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. you’re gonna do just fine. now, let’s see what those pretty hands of yours can do.”

shiu watches as your wide eyes blink up at him, still glossy with tears, so eager to help but clearly so unsure of yourself. he can’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back slightly, letting his hand drift down to the hem of his pants. your gaze follows the motion, and your cheeks flush, but there’s no turning back now — not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the answer to all his problems.

“alright, sweetheart,” shiu mutters, his voice low and soothing, like he’s coaxing you through something innocent. “just take it slow, okay? this is all new for you. don’t stress — i’ll guide you.”

you nod quickly, biting your lip, clearly wanting to make things better, to somehow “fix” the situation you think you’ve caused. your trembling hands move to help him out of his pants, and as the waistband slides down, shiu’s cock springs free, thick and heavy, smacking lightly against your cheek as it finally escapes his boxers. the sudden contact startles you, making you flinch back slightly, eyes widening in shock.

“o-oh!” you gasp, one hand flying to your cheek, where the tip of his cock just brushed. “i-i didn’t mean to —”

shiu chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches down, his large hand cradling the back of your head gently, guiding you back toward him. “it’s alright, babe. nothing to worry about.” his voice is smooth, almost sweet, though there’s a darker undertone, something simmering just beneath the surface. “that’s part of the process. gotta get familiar with it if you’re gonna help, right?”

you nod again, a nervous swallow following, as you look up at him, clearly unsure of what to do next. your lips part slightly, like you’re about to ask another question, but shiu’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, silencing you before you can speak.

“now,” he continues, his tone soft but firm, almost like he’s giving instructions during a drill. “i know it seems strange, but trust me. you’ve gotta use your mouth. that’s how you’re gonna fix this… injury.”

your brows furrow in confusion for a second, but the tears welling up in your eyes again keep you from questioning him too much. he’s the firefighter, after all — he knows what he’s doing, and you’re just trying to help, right?

“you can do that for me, can’t you?” shiu asks, his voice taking on a softer, more coaxing tone as his hand gently guides your head forward, positioning you just inches away from his cock. “i promise it’ll make me feel better.”

his thumb traces your cheek as he watches you carefully, waiting for your response, his cock twitching slightly in anticipation as he feels your warm breath ghost over him. it takes a moment, but you finally nod, the determination in your teary eyes making his chest tighten in the best way possible.

“good girl,” shiu murmurs, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in your hair, just enough to keep you in place. “real sweet of you to help me like this.”

you take a deep breath, your lips parting as you inch forward, clearly trying your best to follow his instructions. the first tentative touch of your lips against the tip of his cock sends a shiver through shiu’s body, and he has to hold back a groan as he watches you — so innocent, so eager to help — try your hardest to do something you clearly have no experience with.

“yeah, just like that,” he mutters, his voice thick with approval as you take him into your mouth. “see? you’re doin’ great already.”

your tongue flicks nervously over the tip, and shiu lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he gently urges you to take more of him. you hesitate for a moment, your cheeks puffing slightly as you try to adjust, but shiu’s gentle guidance keeps you from pulling back.

“don’t worry about gettin’ it perfect,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “i’ll help you along. you’re just tryin’ to make me feel better, right? that’s all you need to focus on.”

you nod slightly, your lips sliding further down his length as shiu’s hips shift forward just a bit, guiding you deeper. the warmth of your mouth around him is almost enough to make him lose control, but he holds back — for now. you’re still learning, after all.

“mm, there you go,” shiu groans softly, his head tilting back as you continue to move your mouth over him, your soft whimpers mixing with the wet sounds of your lips working him over. “you’re a natural, babe. keep goin’— that’s it.”

your hands move to grip his thighs for support, your small fingers digging into his skin as you try your best to handle him, but he can tell you’re struggling, the tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

shiu’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, just enough for him to look down at you. your lips are swollen, your eyes glossy with unshed tears, and it’s a sight that nearly makes him lose it right then and there.

“fuck,” he mutters, his voice low and rough as his thumb wipes away another stray tear from your cheek. “you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart. keep it up, yeah? i’ll let you know when i’m feelin’ better.”

he smirks down at you, enjoying every second of your sweet, innocent attempt to “help” him, fully aware that you’ve got no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. but you’re so determined, so earnest in your efforts, and shiu knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

your soft whimpers fill the room as you continue to work your mouth over shiu’s cock, the warmth of him growing heavier and thicker between your lips. confusion knots your brow as you feel his “injury” pulse and swell, growing even more than it had before, pressing insistently against the back of your throat. your heart races with panic — why was it getting bigger? is he in more pain?

tears well up in your eyes again, and you glance up at shiu, worried that you’ve somehow made things worse. but to your surprise, instead of looking hurt, his head is tilted back, a low groan rumbling in his chest, his hand still gently gripping your hair.

“sweetheart, you’re doin’ just fine,” he murmurs, his voice thick and rough as he looks down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “don’t worry about it — just keep goin’, yeah? faster now, that’s it.”

his reassurance confuses you even more, but you trust him — he’s the firefighter after all, the professional. if he says he’s alright, then maybe this is just part of the process, right? maybe his injury has to get bigger before it goes away. your lips tremble around him as you try to hold back the sniffles, nodding slightly as you pick up the pace, moving quicker just like he asked.

shiu’s groans grow louder, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips start to move in sync with your rhythm. each thrust into your mouth sends waves of heat through your body, but you’re too focused on “helping” him to notice much else. you’re determined to fix whatever’s wrong, to do whatever it takes to make him feel better.

but then… something changes.

a sharp, guttural moan escapes shiu’s lips, his body tensing up as his cock throbs hard inside your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens even more, pulling you closer until your nose is almost pressed against his stomach. you feel the thick length of him twitch violently, and before you can even process what’s happening, shiu lets out a low, strained groan — his body jerking as a hot rush of liquid fills your mouth.

your eyes go wide, and you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around him as the warmth of his release spills over your tongue, thick and heavy. it’s overwhelming — the taste, the heat, the way it floods your mouth all at once, making it hard to swallow. you try to pull back, but shiu’s hand keeps you in place, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out the last wave of his release.

you whimper softly, tears streaming down your face as you try to make sense of what just happened. did you… break him? was this supposed to happen? you can feel his “injury” slowly softening in your mouth, and your confusion deepens. did you do something wrong?

“shit,” shiu breathes, his voice hoarse as he finally releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back slightly. you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you look up at him, lips still glistening with the remnants of his release. the taste lingers on your tongue, unfamiliar and thick, and you swallow hard, trying to clear your throat.

“w-what happened?” you whisper, your voice shaky, your eyes wide and glossy with tears. “did�� did i break it? i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

shiu chuckles, the sound low and rough as he looks down at you with a satisfied grin. his hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears still streaming down your cheeks, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

“nah, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you didn’t break a damn thing. you actually did real good.”

you blink up at him, confusion still clouding your expression. “but… all that stuff came out… is that supposed to happen?”

shiu smirks, his thumb tracing the edge of your lip as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “yeah, babe. that’s exactly what’s supposed to happen. you fixed me up real nice.”

you blink up at shiu, your lips slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and his salty release still lingering in your mouth. a small, uncertain smile tugs at your lips as you wipe away the tears that had streaked your cheeks. you really think you’ve done it — you’ve helped him. that warm feeling of satisfaction bubbles up in your chest, and despite the confusion swirling in your mind, you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

“did… did i do it?” you ask softly, your voice still shaky but filled with a strange, innocent pride. “you’re better now, right? your… injury?”

shiu just stares down at you, his dark eyes hooded, a heavy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his chest is still rising and falling as he catches his breath, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he can’t quite believe what just happened. you’ve completely misunderstood the situation, but the way you’re so proud of yourself — so happy — sends a different kind of satisfaction rushing through him.

“yeah,” shiu murmurs, his voice low, almost breathless as he leans down, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “you did real good, sweetheart. better than i expected.”

your heart swells at his words, and your eyes light up, the weight of guilt lifting from your shoulders as relief washes over you. you’d helped him — you’d really made it better, and now he’s okay again. your hands fidget in your lap, feeling warm and a little giddy as you try to contain your excitement.

“i’m so glad!” you breathe, your voice bubbling with genuine joy. “i was really worried… but i’m just so happy you’re alright now!”

shiu chuckles, that deep, rough sound vibrating through his chest as he reaches down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip. there’s something wicked in his gaze, but you’re too swept up in your relief to notice the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“yeah, you helped a lot,” he mutters, his voice a little teasing now as he strokes your cheek. “you’re a real lifesaver, babe. can’t thank you enough.”

his words make your heart flutter, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you smile up at him, so genuinely happy that you’d managed to help him. he’s your savior, after all — the strong, capable firefighter who had saved you. the fact that you could return the favor fills you with a warm, comforting pride.

“i just wanted to help,” you murmur, still looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. “i didn’t want you to be in pain…”

shiu grins, his fingers trailing down to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. “trust me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble, “i wasn’t in pain. you took care of me real good.”

you beam at him, so pleased with yourself, completely oblivious to the deeper, darker satisfaction in his eyes.

you never thought your day would take such a sharp turn.

one moment, you're minding your own business, and the next, you're being hunted by one of the most notorious bounty hunters out there: TOJI FUSHIGURO. your heart pounds in your chest as you dart down the dimly lit alleyway, the heavy thud of toji’s boots echoing behind you. his presence is suffocating, his reputation alone enough to freeze your blood.

“you’re not gonna get far,” his voice is low, rough like gravel, taunting. you chance a glance over your shoulder and catch the sight of his imposing figure closing in. he moves with a lethal grace, like a predator enjoying the chase. it should scare you more, but for some reason, your body reacts in ways you can’t quite understand — a mix of fear and something else.

you pick up speed, your breath ragged, but it’s no use. toji is faster, stronger, and soon, you feel the heat of his presence right behind you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as you’re yanked backward, your back colliding with his hard chest. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, trapping you effortlessly.

“gotcha.” his hot breath fans your neck as he whispers the word, voice full of satisfaction.

you struggle, but it’s futile — he’s too strong, his grip unyielding. toji's lips twist into a smirk you can’t see but can feel against your skin. the thrill of the hunt pulses in his veins, but something else stirs within him as he holds you close. he expected you to be a quick, simple job, nothing more. but now, with you squirming in his arms, breathing heavily, your scent filling his senses, he feels a tug of desire he didn’t anticipate.

“ya feisty,” he mutters, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “but i like that.”

your mind races, torn between wanting to escape and the strange magnetism pulling you toward him. his fingers dig slightly into your waist, his touch firm but not painful, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose. then, he spins you around to face him, your hands pressed against his broad chest as you try to push him away.

his eyes are dark, filled with something predatory, but there’s a flicker of something else too — something that sends a shiver down your spine. he tilts his head, taking in the sight of you up close, and his smirk widens.

“what’s the matter? scared?” he taunts, but his eyes betray a different kind of hunger now.

you bite your lip, refusing to answer, trying to steady your breathing. his gaze drops to your lips, and his smirk falters for a split second. it’s then you realize just how close the two of you are, bodies pressed together in the dim alley. there’s a tension in the air, thick and charged.

“this wasn’t part of the plan,” toji murmurs, more to himself than to you. “but damn, you’re making it hard to focus on the job.”

his words hang in the air, and you can feel the shift in him. he’s no longer just the ruthless bounty hunter — and you’ve become something more than just a paycheck. and the realization sends a jolt of adrenaline through you.

but it’s not entirely unpleasant.

toji's grip on your waist tightens as his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more intimate. you feel his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he holds you in place, your bodies pressed flush together. his eyes burn with a raw intensity that makes your skin tingle, and you can feel his breath against your lips, hot and unsteady.

"you have no idea what ya doin' to me," he mutters, his voice rougher, deeper than before. there's something magnetic in the way he speaks, like he's losing control, and it sends a shiver down your spine. he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing your neck, and the heat of his breath makes your skin prickle. "i should be dragging you off right now, but here i am… distracted."

you gasp softly as his hand moves, sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. your body reacts without thinking, your hips brushing against his in the confined space, and you feel him tense up immediately. his hand tightens around your wrist, holding it against his chest as his other hand curls possessively around your back.

"fuck…" he mutters, the curse more a growl than a word. "you're trouble, ya know that?"

your heart skips a beat when you feel his dick pressing against your thigh, and his eyes darken as he watches your reaction. there's a flash of something primal in his gaze, and suddenly, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, breathing in sync, heat pooling between your bodies.

"you keep moving like that," he whispers, his voice low and filled with warning, "and i'll forget ya supposed to be a bounty."

he's teasing, but there's a dangerous truth to his words. you feel his hand slide up your back, fingertips brushing your spine, before wrapping around the back of your neck. toji's thumb presses against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart under his touch. his lips graze your ear as he speaks again, sending another shiver down your spine.

"let's see if you can stay still f’me."

before you can react, his hand tightens ever so slightly around your throat, just enough to make you gasp, your body instantly reacting to the pressure. your breath hitches, and you feel your head tilt back, giving him access to your neck. a low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, and you can feel his lips press softly against your skin, trailing down your throat.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice sending shockwaves through your body.

his teeth scrape lightly over your pulse, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. toji’s hand remains firm around your neck, not squeezing but holding you in place, like he's testing how much you can handle. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s playing with you, pushing you to the edge of something you’re not sure you should want.

but you do.

"ya likin' this more than you should," he muses, his lips brushing over your collarbone, and you feel him suck lightly at your skin, teeth teasing before pulling back. "don’t worry, you’re mine now. i’ll take care of ya."

his words are a possessive promise, and they echo in your mind as his mouth moves lower, marking you with soft bites and gentle kisses. the sensation of his lips and teeth on your skin is almost overwhelming, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touches. you squirm in his arms, your body responding involuntarily, and he tightens his hold around your throat just enough to make your breath stutter.

"stay still," he growls softly. "or i’ll make sure you can’t run ever again."

you feel the pressure ease, and his thumb strokes the side of your neck in a way that’s almost soothing. it contrasts the sharp edge of his control, and you find yourself melting into it, body trembling against his. his hand releases your throat, sliding down to grip your waist again, but he leans in to whisper against your lips.

"ya don't need to be afraid of me. not if ya behave."

there’s a possessive gentleness in his voice, a promise of protection that seems twisted given the situation. despite everything, there's a tenderness in how he’s handling you. the contradiction is dizzying. he brushes his thumb across your lower lip, and you instinctively part your mouth, your breath coming in shallow, heated gasps.

his lips crash into yours suddenly, and it feels like everything else fades. you can taste the heat, the hunger behind the kiss, and it makes your head spin. toji pulls you tighter against him, his body pressing you against the cold wall, but his lips… they’re surprisingly soft, his touch somehow affectionate amidst the heat. it leaves you feeling unsteady, vulnerable.

when he pulls away, his gaze locks onto yours, and there's something almost dangerous in the way he looks at you. a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he watches the way you’re panting, flustered, lips swollen from his kiss. toji wipes his thumb across the marks he left on your neck, admiring the way they stand out against your skin.

"you're mine now," he whispers, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "whether you like it or not."

with a sudden movement, he picks you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. the world tilts as you let out a gasp, but toji doesn’t stop. his grip is firm, but there’s no malice in the way he holds you, like he’s more determined to protect you now that he’s claimed you.

“you’ll thank me for this later,” he promises, that smug confidence dripping from every word as he starts to walk. “after all, who could take better care of you than me?”

and as your body starts to relax against his, you realize — maybe he's right.

toji carries you like you’re nothing more than a prize he’s claimed, his arm locked tight around your waist as he heads towards wherever he plans to take you. your mind is still spinning from the heat of his touch, the intensity of his kiss, and the way he marked your skin as his. but there’s a part of you that’s trying to fight back, to not give in so easily, though each time you struggle in his grip, it feels weaker than before.

“you can squirm all ya want, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice dropping low as he keeps walking, not even bothered by your attempts to resist. “it’s cute, but we both know you’re gonna break real soon.”

you bite your lip, trying to steady your breathing, but it’s like he can sense your hesitation. toji tightens his hold just a little, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he glances down at you.

“look at you, all quiet now,” he teases, voice dripping with arrogance. “guess that smart little mouth of yours isn’t so smart anymore, huh? don’t worry, baby, i’ll do all the thinking for you soon enough.”

you swallow hard, your heart racing as you try to focus, but the way his words roll off his tongue, that rough, teasing edge — it's messing with your head. his hand slides down to your thigh, gripping it possessively as he continues walking, and it’s like every touch from him is chipping away at the defenses you barely have left.

finally, he pushes through the door of what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the heavy metal creaking as it slams shut behind him. the space is dark and empty, except for a few scattered pieces of old furniture, and in the middle of the room is a worn leather chair with thick ropes coiled neatly beside it. your stomach drops as he sets you down, but his touch is still surprisingly gentle.

“sit,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

your legs feel like jelly as he lowers you onto the chair, the leather cool against your skin. he crouches in front of you, eyes locking onto yours with a dangerous glint, as he grabs a rope, pulling it taut between his hands.

“i’ll make sure you don’t get any ideas about running,” he says with a smirk, fingers moving quickly as he starts to tie your wrists to the arms of the chair. his hands are skilled, firm, but there’s still that strange tenderness in the way he secures the knots, like he doesn’t want to hurt you — just keep you in place.

you try to wiggle your hands, testing the restraints, but they’re tight. too tight to escape. the realization sends a wave of nervousness through you, though it’s mixed with something else — something that makes your body heat up under his gaze.

toji stands up, admiring his work, before trailing his fingers along the length of your arm, slow and deliberate. “there we go,” he hums, his voice low and almost affectionate, like this is all just part of some twisted game to him. “now you’re not going anywhere.”

he steps closer, leaning down until his face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek. “ya know, i was gonna make this quick,” he whispers, his tone dipping lower, more intimate, “but now… now i think i wanna take my time. break you down nice and slow.”

your breath hitches at his words, your body betraying you with a shiver. toji notices, of course, and a wicked grin spreads across his lips. he reaches up, cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his touch almost too much. “bet you’re already getting wet just thinking about what i’m gonna do to you. don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i can see it in your eyes.”

you try to protest, but your voice falters, and toji laughs —a dark, low sound that makes your head spin. “don’t worry, baby, ya don’t need to think. just lemme handle it.” his thumb pushes past your lips, slipping into your mouth, and your eyes widen as he forces you to suck on it, watching your every reaction with that same predatory gaze. "that’s it, good girl. see? when you don’t think, you’re so much easier to handle."

you’re losing yourself in the haze of his dominance, and it feels like each passing second, your mind gets foggier, your body more responsive. he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing it down your throat before pressing it against the hollow at your collarbone.

“you’re already starting to beg, and i haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he says with a chuckle. his hands move quickly, yanking at your shirt until it tears down the middle, exposing your chest to the cool air of the room. your nipples harden instantly, and toji’s eyes darken with lust.

“look at you,” he growls, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. the sensation rips a moan from your lips, and you arch involuntarily against the ropes. his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight through your core, and your mind begins to melt, overtaken by the sensation.

“i knew you’d be easy to break,” he murmurs, switching to your other breast, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. “you’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? bet if i touched you right now, i’d find you soaking wet.”

your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body on fire, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering. it’s like he knows exactly how to push you to the edge, unraveling your thoughts with every touch, every word.

“say it,” toji demands, his voice rough, possessive. “beg f’me.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, but it slips away as he leans closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“you’re gonna break, sweetheart,” he whispers. “you can pretend all you want, but you’re already mine.”

“please…” you gasp, the word tumbling out before you can stop it.

toji’s grin widens, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. “that’s what i thought,” he murmurs, sliding a hand down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. “but i need more than that. ya want me to touch you, baby? then beg properly. let me hear how much ya need it.”

your mind is foggy, hazy from his touch and his words, and before you know it, the words slip from your lips.

“please, toji — touch me… i-i need it.”

he lets out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with how easily you’ve crumbled. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, brushing against your slick folds. “so wet for me already. fuck, you’re practically begging to be ruined.”

your body jerks as he finally touches you, his fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your head spin. “you were made for this,” toji growls, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers work you over, your moans filling the empty space around you. “made to be fucked until you can’t even think.”

“please,” you whimper again, your body trembling against the ropes as the pleasure builds, and you can’t help but beg for more.

“that’s it, keep begging,” toji orders, his voice rough with lust. “you’re mine now, baby. all mine.”

toji’s fingers move with a slow, teasing precision, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can as you writhe in the chair, bound and at his mercy. each movement of his hand sends sparks through your body, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you buck against him, desperate for more. the ropes hold you firmly in place, and the way you’re tied only adds to the tension coiling tighter in your core.

“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” toji’s voice is thick with smug satisfaction, his fingers sliding through your slick folds as he focuses on your clit, rubbing in just the right way. “you’re so fucking tight, dripping all over my fingers. gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

you can’t even think straight anymore, your mind clouded with heat and desire, all focused on the feeling of his fingers pushing you to the edge. you nod frantically, unable to form words, only desperate, breathless sounds escaping your lips.

toji chuckles darkly, leaning closer until his lips are at your ear. “beg for it,” he demands, his tone rough and commanding, but there’s something almost playful underneath. “tell me how much you need it. tell me how much you want to cum for me.”

“please… p — please, toji…” you gasp, your voice barely more than a whimper as your body tenses, muscles coiling tight with the impending release. “n-need it… p — please… let me cum.”

his eyes darken, and his lips curl into a wicked grin. “that’s it, good girl,” he growls, his fingers pressing harder, faster, sending you right to the brink. “cum f’me. show me how much you love this.”

pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you moan loudly, back arching against the ropes as you finish on his fingers. your mind blanks, vision blurring as your orgasm rips through you, and you tremble in the chair, held captive by the overwhelming sensation. your thighs clamp around toji’s hand, but he doesn’t stop, fingers working you through the high, milking every last bit of your release.

“there we go,” toji mutters, voice full of smug satisfaction as he watches you fall apart for him. “that’s what i like to see.”

you barely have time to catch your breath before toji stands up, wiping his slick fingers on his pants with a low growl. his gaze is burning with a mix of impatience and hunger, his body practically vibrating with the need to claim you fully. he glances down at you, tied to the chair, your body still trembling from your orgasm, and his lips curl into a predatory smirk.

“‘m not done with you yet.”

before you can even process his words, toji’s hand moves to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck with enough pressure to make your breath hitch. it’s not painful — just enough to remind you of who’s in control. his thumb presses lightly against your pulse, feeling the rapid thrum of your heartbeat under his grip, and the sensation makes your head spin.

“look at you,” he growls, tightening his hold just slightly as he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “already so fucked out, but we’ve barely started.”

your mind is still foggy from the high of your release, and you can only whimper as his grip on your throat sends a new wave of heat straight to your core. your breathing becomes shallow, each breath more labored under the pressure of his hand, and it’s like the lack of air only heightens the sensations rushing through your body.

toji’s free hand moves down to your hips, fingers tugging roughly at your panties, yanking them to the side with an impatient growl. “i don’t have time to play nice anymore,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he fumbles with his pants, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

you barely have a second to register what’s happening before he presses himself against your entrance, his cock hot and hard. the head of it pushes against your slick folds, teasing, but the impatience in his movements makes it clear he’s not going to wait long.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” toji groans, his voice strained as he pushes inside, the thick length of him stretching you open. “tight lil’ — mmgh — pussy was made f’me.”

you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, but the stretch of him inside you is too much to fight. it feels overwhelming, intense, and yet the way he fills you has you crying out in pleasure, your legs instinctively trying to wrap around him, though the ropes hold you back.

“yeah, that’s it,” toji growls, his hand tightening around your throat as he thrusts deeper, his cock sliding in with an almost brutal pace. “take it. take all of me.”

his movements are rough, desperate, like he’s losing control of himself, and the force of each thrust pushes you back against the chair, your body jolting with every snap of his hips. your mind is hazy, clouded with pleasure and the pressure of his hand around your throat, making each breath a struggle. but it’s intoxicating, the way he’s fucking you — fast, hard, and completely dominating.

“you’re mine,” toji mutters between gritted teeth, his pace quickening as he drives into you with reckless abandon. “this body… this pussy… all fuckin’ mine.”

your vision blurs as the pleasure builds again, your body reacting without thought, clenching tight around his cock with every thrust. you can barely form words, but the sounds spilling from your lips are enough to let him know just how much you need this — how much you need him.

toji grins, watching you fall apart beneath him, and he tightens his grip on your throat just a little more, cutting off your breath for a brief, dizzying second. “gonna cum f’me again, baby?” he taunts, his voice rough and full of arrogance as he slams into you harder, the slap of his hips against yours echoing through the empty warehouse. “gonna cum all over my cock like a good little slut?”

you can’t answer, not with the way his hand is pressing against your windpipe, but your body reacts, trembling, your walls tightening around him as you hurtle toward another release. he’s hitting every spot perfectly, driving you higher and higher, and the lack of air only intensifies the sensation.

“that’s it,” he growls, leaning down to bite at the skin of your neck, marking you again, leaving bruises in his wake. “cum for me. fucking beg for it.”

the words tear out of your mouth, ragged and breathless. “please… p-please, toji… lemme cum… can’t — need to…”

toji groans at the sound of your begging, his cock twitching inside you as he slams into you one last time, pushing you over the edge. the force of your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and your body shakes violently as you cum around him, your vision going white from the intensity of it.

“fuck,” toji grunts, his pace faltering as he follows you over the edge, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. he grinds against you, his hand still wrapped tight around your throat, keeping you on the brink of suffocation as you both ride out the high together.

when he finally loosens his grip, your body slumps in the chair, completely spent, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

toji pulls out slowly, the mix of your release and his dripping down your thighs as he tucks himself back into his pants, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he looks down at you — completely wrecked, body trembling, bound and marked up with bruises from his hands and mouth. you can barely move, your breathing still heavy and ragged as you slump against the ropes, completely spent.

“fuck,” toji mutters, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly pleased with himself. “ya really are somethin’ else, y’know that?”

he watches you for a moment, eyes dark and hungry as they trace over every inch of your body, and the way he looks at you makes your skin heat up all over again. there’s still that predatory glint in his eyes, but there’s something softer now, almost like he’s considering something he shouldn’t be.

then, he remembers. the bounty. the reason he was after you in the first place.

toji sighs, dragging a hand down his face as he glances around the warehouse, like the weight of the job is finally hitting him. “shit,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “was supposed to hand ya over, wasn’t i?”

the reminder makes your heart skip a beat, the reality of your situation sinking back in through the haze of pleasure. you’re still tied up, completely at his mercy, and there’s someone out there who paid a pretty price for you to be delivered — someone who probably doesn’t care about your well-being as much as toji has. your pulse quickens, a flicker of fear running through your exhausted body.

toji glances down at you, and for a moment, something like hesitation flickers across his face. his jaw tightens, and he steps closer, crouching down so he’s eye-level with you. his hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture, like he’s still debating what to do with you.

“huh,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as he watches your expression. “was gonna drop ya off and be done with it. get my cash, move on to the next job. simple, right?”

he trails a finger down the side of your neck, following the bruises he left, and you shiver at the contact, your body still sensitive from everything he put you through. toji’s lips curl into a half-smile, almost amused by your reaction.

“but now…” his voice drops lower, that dangerous edge creeping back in. “i’m thinkin’ maybe i’ll keep ya around for a lil’ longer.”

your eyes widen, a mix of confusion and something else — something darker — swirling in your chest. you can’t help the way your body reacts, your heart pounding in your chest as toji leans even closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“you’re fun,” he whispers, his tone full of that familiar arrogance, “and i haven’t had my fill yet. so, how about we make a deal, sweetheart? i’ll hold off on handing you over… just for a bit.”

he pulls back, his hand sliding down to grip your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. his eyes gleam with something predatory, something possessive, and you know in that moment, he’s not asking for permission. he’s already made up his mind.

“don’t worry,” toji murmurs, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “you’ll still be mine for a little while longer. and who knows… maybe by the time i’m done with ya, i won’t feel like handing ya over at all.”

he chuckles, leaning down to press one last rough, possessive kiss to your lips before he stands up, already moving to untie the ropes from your wrists. you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you, the hunger still burning in his gaze.

“get some rest,” he says casually, like it’s nothing, his voice slipping back into that arrogant, teasing tone. “we’ve got plenty of time for round two.”

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reaction part 1 to dream haus episode 2. they were all so hyper for episode 1 so I'm looking forward to episode 2!

aw jisung is shy about playing a customer by himself

lol renjun playing the person giving out free samples at the supermarket to aunties

LOL haechan joining renjun in the auntie roleplay

renhyuck shenaniganery

lol haechan turning it into a party. i feel like he's those people who try to accost you on the sidewalk to sell you something lol.

are noren playing a couple omg

renjun is playing into haechan's schtick XD

lol good at selling things to old people and rowdy people

just when jisung was worrying about what he should do for marketing

haechan sharing his idea with jisung...haechan don't hover over jisung as much as nomin do but he is still his haechan hyung :3

does renjun mean this literally or does he just mean that jisung was good at playing meowmeow so that people would help him ^^;;

is he literally guilt tripping people into buying his drink XD

you know it's good when jaemin has no words XD

jisung the little match girl and haechan the customer who refuses to pay 50,000 won for a smoothie XD

haechan: jaemin didn't vote jaemin: snitch

jisung: actually, renjun and haechan together is just x mart (i think jisung said the name of an actual supermarket but they have to censor it for trademark reasons) mark:

renjun haechan team XD

their name badges

'jeno from the hr department' filmed a milk commercial when he was young

always count on nana to think outside the box

mark lee catchphrase

mark and jeno filming chenle eating noodles in rapid succession to get the best shot lmfao

renhyuck on one team once again X3

jisung: why does your sniffing sound like slupring jaemin:

i think we keep finding jaemin in situations like this because he likes people's scents

now mark being filmed drinking a beverage in rapid succession because that's simply how fast their music goes lol

chenle sneezing randomly XD

recreated X3

renhyuck getting sleepy after their conference smoothies

chenle just continuing to eat his instant noodles as they're filming

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1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 4. What old character would you love to bring back? 13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? 22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

meme for roleplay muns:

1. What is your favorite trope to rp? idk man, i'm big on the redemption arcs and like charas growing in that way so really anything involving character development is something i fawn over like that's why enemies to lovers has such a big chunk of my heart lol also just the like kicked to shit human who ends up being more compassionate than should be humanly possible? like... good shit. idk, I think all the tropes I like involve that type of development as part of them so that's why I listed that on here :)

4. What old character would you love to bring back? Answered this but answering again bc I have so many I want to bring back lol. I want to bring Erebus back a good portion of that is bc of our things alone lmaooo but i mean he's also been on and off on my blog(s) for about five years now so i love him and he's an oc and all that so that makes him even more special to me.

13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? Uh not really? I mean there are certain things I will not play unless DISCUSSED IN EXTREME DETAIL with my writing partner(s) but I don't think there's anything I get annoyed when I look at or get asked about? Also I'm big on cliches being okay so like the chara redemption, the angry villain, the depressed teen, the promiscuous woman with daddy/parent issues... like LIFE IS REAL and stuff scars people so pretending that it doesn't because you're writing a character is DUMB in my opinion and you are not only limiting your muse but also limiting your own abilities as a writer. so i guess i'm more on the "i can't stand" the whole idea of an "overused trope" bc... well, we're here to write and have fun and people like that frustrate me bc judgy and yeah no thanks.

22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately? LOL see above. But also any form of guilt tripping and passive aggressive things. Like we're all going to have bad days but doing this whole "i'm offended by your character so you shouldn't write them" or "i thought you were a good person until..." or "i guess no one wants to write with me" or "oh... i see no one cares" shit.. like.. dude reach out if it's that deep to you; this is a two way street and emotional manipulation is never cool so fuck off. and also you're responsible for tailoring your dash; put your big boy/girl/human pants on and block, unfollow, log off, take a break, whatever you need to do to get through the day but don't go projecting your things to other people. I am truly sorry if this came off as inconsiderate but I mean most of my followers have been here for a while and they know i'm willing to talk ooc whether that's just to vent or to plot so like.. that's not it at all, just, don't try and manipulate people.. it's really that easy.

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Rules for Moblie: Under Read More because long.

Disclaimer

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This blog is Completely headcanon based being there is no offical Transformers Prime Shattered Glass continuity. I take some inspration from the oringal G1 Shattered Glass comics but everything else is my own! While this blog is mostly Prime/Aligned, I may add/take some elements from a few other continuies such as G1, IDW and Animated.

Following

This is a side blog to @fatesyetunwritten, which plays as an OOC hub for the blogs connected to it. So obviously I cannot follow you with this blog but my main. Even though not necessary, I also recommend following my hub blog as well being that’s where most PSAs/OOC updates in regard to ALL my blogs will be posted. Personal blogs are free to follow, but I do ask you don’t comment/reblog/reply/etc to any IC threads or post. Same implies to post that say ”//DO NOT REBLOG” or -DO NOT REBLOG-” in the thread/tags. If any of these rules are broken I will block you! I won't even give you a second chance, you're out! If you are a personal and do have a sideblog, PLEASE contact me telling me so. I’m more than likely not going to know otherwise unless I followed you first and it’s noted. My IM/askbox is always open. If you need to contact me in anyway and (if we are mutuals) want to plot/scream about our muses/just talk/etc. Don’t feel shy to approach me. I love talking and meeting new friends.

Guidelines

I am selective and will only roleplay with mutuals. Just because you follow me doesn’t guarantee that I will back. I often look at the muse, content and mun beforehand before making up my decision in doing so. Do not force/guilt trip me into following you!! Putting aside it’s rude and selfish to do so, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT!! Muse doesn't equal Mun and vice versa. This should be obvious but sometimes people do confuse fantasy and reality. Please don't confuse the two. No Godmodding! This is standard fare I don’t think I have to elaborate more on that. If possible Please trim your post. I won’t get up on anyone's case about it if you don’t, but it’s considerute to do so. Keeps the dash clean. Also transfer ask to a new thread if you wish to contiune it. Same reasons as above: Keeps things clean and orgainzed. Don’t worry about formatting/using icons in your post! Just because I like to time to time doesn’t mean you have to follow suit. Write in whatever style that works for you. All I ask is that you use proper grammar and spelling, or at least enough for me to read your writing. I’m not perfect neither so don’t sweat it if you make a typo there and there.

Shipping and Relationships

Let’s get this out of the way:I’m a shameless shipping whore! I love shipping and building relationships. But I won't just jump onboard to a ship however Like most relationships, there needs to be Chemistry. If the two clash off each other well, we can discuss things further. Each ship (unless said otherwise) has it's own verse and not overlap with other ships... This doesn't just imply to romanatic ships! Friendships, kinships, hateships, YA name it!. As I said, I'm a ship whore. I’m also a fan of AUs! Give me some of those AUs bro!

Mature Content

Both me and my Muse are of age and won’t shy away from mature themes. All NSFW threads/ask/etc will be tagged as such, along with any triggers that need tagging. In worst cases, like a hard R (which is rare), I will put everything under a read more flither. Themes include, but not limited to: Violence, blood or/and gore, alcohol and drug use, depression/PTSD, abuse and (maybe?) sexual themes. I will also likely The only things I will not roleplay are anything to do with rape, sexual assault, pedophila and/or incest. I'm open to roleplaying smut but I will be extreamly selective on who I write with. I have to feel comfortable with the mun plus likely already have to have an establish ship going. I will, by no circumstance, roleplay sumt with minors!! NO ITS, NO BUTS! If I learn you are lying about your age, consider yourselfPermanently blocked with all threads deleted.

Who I’ll Interact With

Well, obviously I will roleplay with other Transformers characters, (Not limited to just Prime). I’ll roleplay with just about almost all fandoms. I am a bit more selective over fandoms I'm not too familiar with but that doesn't always mean my doors aren't closed to them neither. To put it simple: If a muse interests me, I'm more than likely on board. What is always the case however is that I will not, and I do mean WILL NOT roleplay with muses base off Youtube Let’s Players or any real life people WHAT SO EVER!! Sorry, I’m sure a good share of you are fantastic people, but it’s something I am simply against mortality. I’m open to roleplaying with OCs both fandom base and/or fandomless, but again, I’m still selective. I always check out the mun’s page before following and if I don’t see a bio for your OC, I will simply not follow. I can't interact with a character I know nothing about. Really, a good indication that I want to interact with you is if I follow you, either before or after you do.

The Mun

Name: Jessie/Sweets Birthdate:August 2nd, 1989 Hello loves~ So...about myself: I love to write if it wasn’t obvious yet, but some of my other hobbies include but not limited to: Drawing, video games, comics, animation. The general geek crap. I like to believe I'm a down to earth and chill person to hang with so don’t feel shy to start a conversation with me outside of our general roleplay affair. For OOC post, Doctor Nefarious from Ratchet and Clank and/or Wander from Wander Over Yonder as faceclaims but more incline to use the former. Things to keep note of: I am diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum. This can at times affect my abilities to socialize and communicate normality and at times even makes it hard to pick up cues if not direct enough. Miscommunication could happen and if I misinterpreted/stepped over the line/did something uncalled for that I’m unaware of; You shouldn’t fear about addressing the issue to me privately. I don’t do things on purpose. Most people don’t. And more than half the time, these problems can be addressed by talking it out. Communication and understanding is key to be a successful roleplay partner. The last thing I want is to make my friends unconformably and treat them with respect and I expect the same! I also suffer from depression and anxiety and can affect my mood, as well as my will to interact/socialize that day and may even not want to be bothered. This never has anything to do with the other Mun, this is me and Me alone! My mental health comes first after all and I’m sure you all can respect that and vice versa. Roleplaying is a hobby for me, not a job. I go at my own pace. With my mental health addressed; it can play into how active I am. Some days I can write replies/threads like no ones business, others I can be sluggish and not want to do anything. Do not pester me for replies! They’ll come when they come. Thankfully, I don’t have many triggers. Nothing that I can’t blacklist anyways. I always make sure to read the Mun’s rules but if there's anything you need me to tag that I may have glace over, don’t feel shy to speak up about it.

[multiez]

since for some goddamn reason i'm still getting followers i ask in my rules not to follow me. let me reiterate the most important parts.

🌠 do not follow if you're a personal blog without rp sideblogs. if your rp blog isn't anywhere i can find it on your blog, i won't know, and you will be permanently blocked. you will not be given a second chance. i've dealt with this enough, and that tells me you have no interest in respecting my boundaries.

🌠 skim over these three links; do not enable creepy people who stalk, harass, guilt trip, roleplay inc.est/ped.ophilia/etc. i will permanently block you if you are yet another user who clearly didn't even bother to look at these and regularly interacts with someone within the first three lines of one of these, because that tells me you have no interest in respecting my boundaries.

thanks lol. rp is supposed to be fun you guys.

[feathersandfortunes]

11/11/11 Tag Game!

dThank you @mkayisinsane​ for the tag, I loved your answers btw, shoot me a message sometime! I’d love to talk dark fiction <3

1. What is the one piece you’ve written, whether it be a whole story, a certain character, or a scene, that you are most proud of? Hm, for the moment I'm a little embarrassed by the pairing but, to be perfectly honest, I'm still proud of this kylux fanfic I wrote. Yes, it's not great to have shipped space fascists, and probably worse that it was a Civil War AU. But, at the time? That was a pairing I liked the writing for, liked the freedom of the blank slate that Hux was, and I hadn't written in a long time. Not for fun. I won't give you the blackmail of the ao3 account, but I'll share a few quotes I really liked:

He is held in too-thin arms, promised the world while the bullfrogs bark and the fireflies illuminate his naive eyes in golden flashes. Helplessly drawn into him, he believes those doe eyes only when the boy stutters just before Hux sears his lips with a kiss that admits he is ablaze with desperation.

He is changed. He grows too fast to measure in the rings of trees. He doesn’t see that promised world in his eyes any longer—only a coldness he knows is just his own gaze reflected back blankly.

...

He does not try to count the corpses in his wake, counts his own minutes alive instead.

...

“Why?”

“You always ask why.”

“Because you fascinate me.”

2. Do you or have you ever based an OC off of someone you know other than yourself? If so, who were they? Not knowingly, I think. I really never based any oc off of myself even, just took bits and twisted them if I wanted.

3. How many completed works do you have, if any? As far as I know, maybe two. Old, very old works - one in a notebook and another printed and stashed somewhere with my Nana's stuff maybe, back in fifth grade I wrote a whole two part story about wolves. Maybe I'll share the notebook story sometime, terrible and rushed as it is haha.

4. What have you read that changed your life? I don't think I've ever read anything that changed my life. I do know that Fall Out Boy & The Adventure Zone really did save my life at one point. For that? I'll always be grateful.

5. Your OC has just been kidnapped and stabbed. They’re bleeding, fumbling in the dark, alone. What do they do? Just so you know, this catapulted me into knowing how to start Feathers and Fortunes so I'll just say this: it's going to begin with Cairn's POV. For now, I think she'd be fumbling at the seams of her clothes, searching for the needle or thin shard of glass she'd definitely have sewn into a secret fold. She's from a background where disappearances are common.

6. If your OC had a theme song, what would it be? Oh that's difficult! For one, I hardly ever pick just one song for a character - it's usually a genre, a mood, a playlist that I make. But I'll point you towards a playlist I made for Anwyll, a character of mine that doesn't belong to any particular story yet.

7. What does your OC fear most? I'll continue with Anwyll for fun, he fears regrets that he missed something important. S'why he's always throwing himself into anything, anyone, trying to keep moving and keep from dwelling on guilt or regret.

8. Have you ever completely lost your motivation for writing and stopped? When and how long? Oh absolutely. For the past two years I dropped writing completely, and even then, 2016 was a short period of fanfic after at least another two years of on again-off again roleplaying that always fizzled out. I didn't have the smoothest high school years, so college has been where I've been trying to be better - starting with classes, now I'm hoping I can find joy in writing again.

9. Do you write optimists, pessimists, or realists most often? I don't write often enough to know. I try not to make every character a snarky loner, that's hard enough haha. But I think my more recent characters have been balanced out.

10. Who’s your favorite literary villain (even if you wrote them)? Oh wow, this is difficult! Especially since in my favorite books I don't remember villains too well, ah. I really can't remember, so I'll go with a recent fave: John, aka the Hunger from The Adventure Zone: Balance. Spoilers I suppose for that!

11. If your book was being taught in a class, what would you want to be the lesson learned from it, or the impact it has on the students? That anyone can be the lone hero that battles the odds but dies anyway. Living is the hard part, but the people that you live for? Those people that you can rely on? That's what makes it worth trying to live.

That got a bit long lol, but! The rules are 11 questions answered, 11 questions given, and 11 people tagged! Go, go, go - I can’t wait to see answers! @yuyuwrites @sophiaawrites @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @thekeyten @lnevada @dimitrisoneeye @whomstdvewrotethis @imani-writes @lacylu42 @thecoffeegladiator @scripturient-manipulator

1. What's a type of media that you think influenced your writing? Could be anything, from Marvel movies to Magical girl anime or a band or a podcast - anything! 2. What does your OC do on a road trip or long commute? Playlists, podcasts, daydreaming, games, idk, up to you! 3. How do you pick names for your characters? Meanings, sounds, anything! 4. What's a trope you hate from a genre you love? 5. Pick a trope you love from a genre you hate, what is it? 6. If you're a fiction writer, what's something you wish you could write that would be nonfiction (an important historical event, a celebrity's memoir, idk)? If you're nonfiction, what's a fictional world you would live in? 7. Do you like supernatural/magical/mythical creatures? What's your favorite? 8. What's a quote you would love to see on a movie poster or in a trailer for your wip? 9. Where do you start when creating a character? Backstory, appearance, personality, etc? 10. What's a scent that makes your OC feel at home? 11. Are there any scenes you're secretly hoping get fanart in your wip or published work?

[slientsounds-achive]

Guidelines [for moblie]

Disclaimer

I do not own the rights to Soundwave, the Transformers franchise, it's characters or it's lore. The rights belong to the lovely people at Hasbro. However: My portayal, headcanons and the such are my own! I also create my own icons and graphics (banners for pages, post and such) and ask you to DO NOT steal and claim them for your own.

Other Notes (idk what to call this part lol)

This blog is, to a degree canon divergent where Prime's sequel; Robots in Disguise [RiD2015] is not canon to this blog. I will take some elements from the show in regard to Soundwave's portayal but anything post-Predacons Rising (which will also have some divergent elements of events changed) didn't happen. I also don't know EVERYTHING within the Aligned continuity (which Prime is a part of). I haven't played the War for Cybertron games or read any of the novels/comics (though I do know a bit about the events in Exodus. Just a tee bit) While this blog is mostly Prime/Aligned, I may add/take some elements from a few other continuies such as G1, IDW and Animated. This all being said:I do try to stay as close to canon as I can. I'll alter little things but overall I do try to say true to what I'm given to the lore.

Following

This is a side blog to @fatesyetunwritten, which plays as an OOC hub for the blogs connected to it. So obviously I cannot follow you with this blog but my main. Even though not necessary, I also recommend following my hub blog as well being that’s where most PSAs/OOC updates in regard to ALL my blogs will be posted. Personal blogs are free to follow, but I do ask you don’t comment/reblog/reply/etc to any IC threads or post. Same implies to post that say ”//DO NOT REBLOG” or -DO NOT REBLOG-” in the thread/tags. If any of these rules are broken I will block you! I won't even give you a second chance, you're out! If you are a personal and do have a sideblog, PLEASE contact me telling me so. I’m more than likely not going to know otherwise unless I followed you first and it’s noted. My IM/askbox is always open. If you need to contact me in anyway and (if we are mutuals) want to plot/scream about our muses/just talk/etc. Don’t feel shy to approach me. I love talking and meeting new friends.

Guidelines

I am selective and will only roleplay with mutuals. Just because you follow me doesn’t guarantee that I will back. I often look at the muse, content and mun beforehand before making up my decision in doing so. Do not force/guilt trip me into following you!! Putting aside it’s rude and selfish to do so, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT!! Muse doesn't equal Mun and vice versa. This should be obvious but sometimes people do confuse fantasy and reality. Please don't confuse the two. No Godmodding! This is standard fare I don’t think I have to elaborate more on that. If possible Please trim your post. I won’t get up on anyone's case about it if you don’t, but it’s considerute to do so. Keeps the dash clean. Also transfer ask to a new thread if you wish to contiune it. Same reasons as above: Keeps things clean and orgainzed. Don’t worry about formatting/using icons in your post! Just because I like to time to time doesn’t mean you have to follow suit. Write in whatever style that works for you. All I ask is that you use proper grammar and spelling, or at least enough for me to read your writing. I’m not perfect neither so don’t sweat it if you make a typo there and their.

Shipping and Relationships

Let’s get this out of the way:I’m a shameless shipping whore! I love shipping and building relationships. But I won't just jump onboard to a ship however Like most relationships, there needs to be Chemistry. If the two clash off each other well, we can discuss things further. Each ship (unless said otherwise) has it's own verse and not overlap with other ships... This doesn't just imply to romanatic ships! Friendships, kinships, hateships, YA name it!. As I said, I'm a ship whore. NOTE: I headcanon Soundwave as Asexual and Gray Romantic, if not full on Aromanatic so romamtic pairings likely won't happen on this blog unless the Chemistry is there. That being said, everything else applies. I’m also a fan of AUs! Give me some of those AUs bro!

Mature Content

Both me and my Muse are of age and won’t shy away from mature themes. All NSFW threads/ask/etc will be tagged as such, along with any triggers that need tagging. In worst cases, like a hard R (which is rare), I will put everything under a read more flither. Themes include, but not limited to: Violence, blood or/and gore, alcohol and drug use, depression/PTSD, abuse and (maybe?) sexual themes. The only things I will not roleplay are anything to do with rape, sexual assault, pedophila and/or incest. I do roleplay smut but it will Likely not happen on this blog! Even so: I will be extreamly selective on who I write with. I have to feel comfortable with the mun plus likely already have to have an establish ship going. I will, by no circumstance, roleplay sumt with minors!! NO ITS, NO BUTS! If I learn you are lying about your age, consider yourselfPermanently blocked with all threads deleted.

Who I’ll Interact With

Well, obviously I will roleplay with other Transformers characters, (Not limited to just Prime). I’ll roleplay with just about almost all fandoms. I am a bit more selective over fandoms I'm not too familiar with but that doesn't always mean my doors aren't closed neither. To put it simple: If a muse interests me, I'm more than likely on board. What is always the case however is that I will not, and I do mean WILL NOT roleplay with muses base off Youtube Let’s Players or any real life people WHAT SO EVER!! Sorry, I’m sure a good share of you are fantastic people, but it’s something I am simply against mortality. I’m open to roleplaying with OCs both fandom base and/or fandomless, but again, I’m still selective. I always check out the mun’s page before following and if I don’t see a bio for your OC, I will simply not follow. I can't interact with a character I know nothing about. Really, a good indication that I want to interact with you is if I follow you, either before or after you do.

And one final rule!

Have fun! =D

[grandschemed]

All salty questions please

1. how salty are you feeling right now?

i had my cup of coffee and it’s 9:15 and i don’t have any work to do at work at the moment so u know?? i actually feel pretty good i’m chill it’s all good but please continue reading under the cut for more salty unpopular opinions by yours truly :*

2. what are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

3. what rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

4. have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?

i don’t think i have??  i’ve never really had an issue with somebody to the point that i felt as if i needed to make a callout post which thank god??? i’m grateful i’ve ( for the most part ) had really positive experiences so far 

as for callout culture itself ?? i have mixed feelings about it bc the majority of callout posts i’ve read seem kind of Harsh bc ur essentially damning this person from the roleplay community forever esp. bc i personally don’t think roleplaying is That Deep u know??  like theft is annoying and whatnot but idk if it’s something i’d call somebody out for personally - MAYBE I WOULDN’T MIND CALLOUT POSTS if anons didn’t go overboard telling said individual to die / kill themselves ??? 

HOWEVER i think there are instances in which callout posts are necessary esp. when calling out tumblr users for being a racist / pedophile / etc. THAT’S SUBJECTIVE AS HELL i know but pedophilia is GROSS AS FUCK and SO IS RACISM and god forbid i accidentally follow / write with any of those people because ew ew ew EW it’s good to know who to avoid in the community at the same time so ... Yeah i’ve got mixed feelings about callout posts

5. a ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?

since i’m a multimuse part of 1002 fandoms i’ll focus on haikyuu!! except i’m pretty sure i’m going to get my ass roasted alive but i really can’t stand i/waoi LMAO but that’s mostly out of bias and the fact that a lot of i/waoi shippers have ruined it for me by viciously hating on u/shijima as a character calling him a r/apist and saying that u/shioi is abusive when u/shijima has done literally nothing ever to abuse o/ikawa like what ?? if anything i/waoi is the abusive ship considering i/waizumi’s the one who physically hurts o/ikawa all the time LOL

shitty shippers aside idk i/waoi’s personally just not really my jam?  to be honest all the super popular hq!! ships aren’t rly my jam - i don’t even really have good explanation for why i dislike i/waoi as much as i do from an unbiased point of view but i prefer them as friends ?? in all honesty ??  JUST MY 2 CENTS THO 

6. have you ever sent something to one of those burn book blogs?

lol no i might be extra but i aint That Extra laughs in all seriousness i rly haven’t had any major problems w/ other roleplay blogs to the point that i was tempted to send something to a burn book blog

7. has someone made you unfollow/block them without a second thought because of a petty reason?

i’m trying to remember if there were any instances in which i did so for a petty reason but most of the time ??? i usually unfollow if somebody writes something Inherently Problematic / over-the-top purple prose / they don’t follow me back ... there was one time when i unfollowed somebody bc i asked them for their autoplay bc i rly liked the song and i just wanted to listen to it??? LMAO but they thought i was going to steal from them just bc we wrote the same muse and i was like Bro. I JUST LIKED UR AUTOPLAY what the hell i just wanted to listen to it 200 times in a row on youtube chill so i unfollowed them bc lmao how dare you assume i’d steal from somebody in the first place Get Over Yourself Susan

8. are you good at dealing with personal problems?

i’d say so?? again i usually don’t rly have roleplaying issues but problems aside from those i usually like to vent on twitter and i feel Much Better after that??  im a pretty chill person irl and shit doesn’t rly get to me so i can come off as kind of blunt / insensitive but i feel like i get over most stuff pretty quickly - there’s no reason to get Angry and make somebody suffer when somebody tries to fuck you over imo??  True Vengeance is aspiring to be happier / richer / more successful / fulfilled than that person will ever be - that’s my Fuck You to those people y’know?? 😂😂😂 life is so much better when i focus on me and figuring out what i can do to fulfill my emotional needs - i feel very lucky with what i have and all my friends and family who cherish + support me of course though !!

9. what’s your opinion on duplicates?

i may come off as a confident self-assured person but even i get shaken time to time y’know??  but for the most part i don’t rly mind duplicates??  in fact i like to try to befriend them to get over any anxiety i might have over duplicates and i think it’s a silly thing to be uncomfortable by duplicates personally bc again roleplaying rly ain’t that deep you guys - in fact you guys both like the same character so you guys chose to write the same character??  duplicates + i already have a connection in that sense!!  also duplicate muse threads are SUPER COOL to write in my opinion bc it lets your muse face themselves and they can rly see themselves for who they really are which i think is Always Cool because i love writing threads in which i get to explore emotional depth with my muses ?? PLUS DUPLICATES ARE COOL bc it’s kind of interesting to see how other people interpret the same character you write bc everybody has different opinions 

i know the anxiety might be there but i think the best advice my mom has ever given me is not to compare yourself to other people even if you think they’re better than you or something and i know that’s hard advice to follow for everybody but roleplaying is a hobby and it’s done for fun - there’s so many other things you can stress about in life so why let roleplaying be one of those things??  focus on yourself and focus on your muse and developing that muse with other people and people will want to come to you to write with them.  preferences will always be a thing - it’s only natural but focus on having fun with your muse as opposed to worrying about other people!!

10. any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?

11. are you for or not for purple prosing?

12. has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

i don’t think..... so??  upset maybe but not to the point of crying??  i mean again i’ve never really had a truly terrible experience but i did have an ex-writing partner who used to constantly guilt trip me until i finally broke it off with them because it was starting to affect my real life relationships and whatnot and i didn’t want to bear that burden anymore as much as i wanted to be their friend but i couldn’t singlehandedly bear all of their problems for them anymore because it wasn’t healthy for me nor was it good for them so i cut them out of my life for both of our sakes - i’ve had great times with this person but ultimately, i’m glad i did what i did and i’m proud of myself for being able to focus on my own emotional needs

13. ever told someone not to follow/rp with a particular person because something that happened to you in the past?

i ... can’t remember laughs I DON’T THINK SO???  people have told me not to write w/ certain people before when i go into new communities blind but for the most part i don’t think i’ve really had an overly terrible experience to the point that i felt i had to tell other people not to roleplay with / follow them ... i’ve been very blessed with a good experience so far!!

14. ever knew someone that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

i would say ‘can’t stand’ is kind of harsh but i dislike them because of a petty reason???  it’s fine tho bc they stay in their lane and i stay in mine - it’s all good imo.  i for the most part have enough decency not to hate on other people’s ships but this person kept telling me about how much they dislike my ships to my face on a consistent basis which again PETTY and i know they weren’t in a good place at the time but shrugging emoji idk i just thought it was kind of rude ??

15. have you ever done something out of spite?

i do everything out of spite im jk but seriously if you tell me i can’t do smth i will only do said thing with 100% more effort out of sheer spite like THERE WAS SOMEBODY who told me i couldn’t ship a certain ship so i proceeded to flood my dash with 300% more ship content you’re welcome headass spite is a Great Motivator

me: i’m a chill person and im going to be the happiest person ever :)also me: u test me bitch and im coming for ur entire life

16. what would you say to the one who hurt you in the past?

i hope you are incandescently happier than you were before.  i hope you are in a better place and i hope you are still writing with people who appreciate you and can give you the attention you deserve.  i hope you are a better person today and i wish you nothing but the best in a life without me, but i do not miss you nor do i ever want you back in my life.  i cherish the good times we had together, but we are better off without each other regardless of what you might still think and i hope you don’t.  i hope you recognize what you did and i hope you are a wonderful person today.

17. what are your opinions when someone makes negative posts constantly on their rp blog?

if you make more negative posts than roleplay content i’m gonna unfollow you??  i understand you’re having a hard time with your life but honestly i followed you to write with you - it’s not that your well-being doesn’t matter to me but i write to have fun + destress and ultimately, roleplaying is about myself??  im not doing this for other people - im doing this for me.  i don’t mind occasional negative posts ( ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY’RE TAGGED !! ) but if you’re consistently complaining about how much you think you suck compared to everyone else or how you think nobody wants you around, then i’m going to unfollow you because i came to write with you because i thought you were COOL!!  i know people just want to vent ( LORD KNOWS I VENT A LOT even if it’s about little stuff ) but consider making a twitter / a personal tumblr in which you can do so instead of your roleplay blog which is for roleplaying ???  idk that’s just my opinion but i try to keep my roleplaying blog strictly related to the content - i don’t even want to flood my blog with too many ooc asks bc u guys didn’t follow me to read my constant ooc posts ( even if i feel like i write a lot LMAO ) - u guys followed to write w me !!!!

18. do you hold grudges for long?

i say no but at the same time i’ve been really bitter towards an ex-best friend for three years now.  NONE OF THESE GRUDGES ARE ROLEPLAY-RELATED but again my way of vengeance is to be way happier and more successful than her and never ever see her again because that’s the decision she made??  we used to be Super Close but then she got a boyfriend and her entire life revolved around her boyfriend and we never spent any more time together after that like ??? it’s clear who she chose over me so if she doesn’t want to make the effort to spend time with me then i see no effort to give her any thought.  also the fact that she, as a white individual, complained to my other best friend behind my back that i’m apparently too “sensitive” about popular media.  like really?  wow, must be nice to have all the representation you could possibly ever ask for, karen.  get the fuck out of here with that attitude /:  

also SUPER PERSONAL but i’m salty about my kind-of-ex because he basically acted like he was really invested in me when he was still hung up on somebody else and i let myself be emotionally vulnerable around him until he confessed to me that he just wanted to be friends because he was still into his ex and then proceeded to neglect our friendship because he’d spend all of his time with his ex ( who he predictably got back together with + who turned out to be a really shitty selfish manipulative person who he broke up with anyway ) which was Fine i was already used to that anyway with SEE: ABOVE FRIEND but then after he broke up with her he’s tried to come back into my life on various occasion because he’s never had as Great of a Friend as me and frankly i can’t forgive him or myself for making myself invest any sense of emotion into him it makes me so angry to think i was actually upset because i actually cared a lot about him and he made me feel like i wasn’t good enough and how fucking dare he make me feel like that ever?  i’m the Fucking Best and he deserves absolutely nothing from me he deserves perfect indifference and i hope he never ever feels fulfilled in his life i wish him a great and terrible lack of satisfaction for the rest of his miserable life xoxo i’m going to be SO MUCH HAPPIER THAN THAT ASSHOLE i’m years and years better off without him i hope he pines for my friendship for the rest of his life

19. wild card: ask the mun any type of salty asks.

20. if you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

i feel like question 18 let me do that so i’m good but also ??? fuck the gangsta. novel ??? for its HORRIBLE characterization of worick + nic’s relationship ???  the gangsta. novel treats their relationship as if nic is some dog/servant to worick which in itself is gross in concept because haha yay a poc character forcibly being subservient to a white character THAT’S COOL :)))))))) but also ??????? uh AUTHOR ARE WE READING THE SAME MANGA ?????

worick has never treated nic as a dog / servant even when they were children - worick even taught him how to read / write ??? worick and nic were e/o’s first and only friends for a long while ??? they’ve lived together for so many years - they canonly share shirts, they’re business partners, worick was genuinely hurt to see nic in so much pain.  not only does worick NOT see nic as a dog / servant HE LOVES NIC ???  HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH THEIR RELATIONSHIP MEANS SO MUCH TO ME they’ve been through so much together and worick since he was 14 has literally supported the both of them via Really Horrible Means that i won’t get into - i’ll leave it up to your imagination but he split the profit he made from what he did with nic ???  there’s no way worick would’ve done that shit if he viewed nic as somebody beneath him esp. when survival was so difficult for two 14-year-old boys with no funds or resources they’ve survived together through thick and thin and there’s a special relationship they have and i love worick and nic okay I LOVE THEM SO MUCH EVEN IF THEY MAKE SHITTY DECISIONS AND WHATNOT nobody will ever convince me otherwise 

also if you’ve made it to the end i commend you and thank you for reading my salty opinions / personal problems / issues :* i hope you all have a wonderful day :**

[belcvedcne-blog]

I just find it strange, that when it all started you were like this &quote if this makes me realize anything it's just who i should avoid on tumblr. seeing this all happening to you is making me sick. you're a wonderful person and i'll keep saying that until i run out of breath and then i'll write it down to remind you. Up until you wanted to rp something they didn't and BOOM! easily changed your mind huh?

;; lol here’s the low down darling. so, two nights before our falling   out, he made me have a massive fucking breakdown. i was   up all night fighting him to keep his blog going so that everyone   wouldn’t have to say goodbye. he kept on kept on kept on, like   he was milking the attention. so he says he’ll stay, after hours    of fighting. and he posts it on his blog. i reply to what he says   in IM, instead of his post. you know what the motherfucker    does?? he IMs me saying ‘ since you ignored me, i will ignore   YOU! bye! ‘. of course at this point i’m at a breaking point. i’ve   had alot of emotional trauma irl and i b r e a k. i start messaging   him, constantly for an hour. begging him to talk to me. why won’t   he talk to me. what’d i do wrong? can he at least let me fix it? he   says nothing. until FINALLY he says something. talking to me    like a fucking child. i calm down. and that night i pass out and    sleep until late the next day. 

   two days after, he sends me an ask with negan telling jolene    not to leave him. it was part of an ask meme. so i ask him   kindly if he wants me to write it with the plot in mind. he says   no, that we don’t have a storyline. so i ask him, what about   the one we plotted. he says ‘yes, but we still have no sl.’    and i ask him how he would like me to reply to the ask without   the plot? HE. FLIPS. HIS. FUCKING. LID. and by this point   i’ve had enough of his shit so first i’m just in shock. constantly   saying ‘all i did was ask a question? what’s wrong? why are   you mad?’. he continues on, berating me with off the wall shit.   i just keep asking the same thing. and i’m getting angry. he   starts guilt tripping me. manipulating my feelings, as always,   telling me that he LOVES me and ADORES me but that he   doesn’t want any part of MY guilt tripping. mind you i’m still   fucking asking ‘all i did was ask a question. why are you mad?’   and asking him to stay and just talk to me. by this point i’m   getting pissed. this man has already sent me into a massive   shut down before, and he knows how easily he can sway    my feelings, so he’s trying it again. so i put up a fight. he says   ‘well what if i post what you’re saying so everyone can see   how you overreact over nothing??’ and i come back and    threaten to post screenshots of our conversation as well.

   he doesn’t like that much. he blocks me. oh well.    i mean the guy is blaming me for everything HE’S doing.    i have the screenshots of the conversation   to fucking prove what he’s done.    this scares him. he unblocks me. tries to play innocent.   and i call him out again. he says ‘noone blackmails me.’   like you just FUCKING SAID you were going to do to me?   he plagiarizes everything he writes, i have proof of that as   well.    whatever he’s said to you, it’s a lie. i don’t get angry when   people don’t want to do my roleplay ideas. ever. i’m a very   flexible mun and i care more for my partner’s comfort than   my own. HE is the one that flipped out. saying i was “ashamed”   to have him on my blog. all because i wanted to know how   he wanted me to answer the ask so that it wasn’t totally   nonsensical, as i am a very plot oriented mun who likes   to put time and effort into my replies for all of my partners.   including one who DID NOT. 

   that being said, yes, i would have defended him to the death.   i loved violence to pieces until he started all of this bullshit.    but i WILL NOT be accused of the nonsense that he’s spewing.

[yahooyippee-archived]

since for some goddamn reason i'm still getting followers i ask in my rules not to follow me. let me reiterate the most important parts.

🌠 do not follow if you're a personal blog without rp sideblogs. if your rp blog isn't anywhere i can find it on your blog, i won't know, and you will be permanently blocked. you will not be given a second chance. i've dealt with this enough, and that tells me you have no interest in respecting my boundaries.

🌠 skim over these three links; do not enable creepy people who stalk, harass, guilt trip, roleplay inc.est/ped.ophilia/etc. i will permanently block you if you are yet another user who clearly didn't even bother to look at these and regularly interacts with someone within the first three lines of one of these, because that tells me you have no interest in respecting my boundaries.

thanks lol. rp is supposed to be fun you guys. last time i'll complain about this.

[obsidianonslaught]

🌸💐🌴((You allowed me further Blake rambling so I extend the same courtesy to you for your fav if you wish to take it. lol

((This got long (I ramble a lot, I apologize), so I’m putting it under a cut~

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

I’m gonna preface this one that am very fortunate and grateful that I haven’t had problems like this on this blog–RPing Burton has been an overwhelmingly positive experience and I hope it stays that way for many years to come!

I think my number one petpeeve though is what seems to be an intense focus on NSFW topics for RP and for fic (by that I mean stuff of the sexual nature) and I guess sometimes an… “expectation” (?) to be okay with those kinds of advances or threads. And that it has to have sex to be “good”/”interesting?” People can certainly RP this and enjoy it all they want but this just isn’t something I’m interested in writing, tbh it kind of makes me uncomfortable and I wouldn’t want to participate in threads of that kind personally (especially not with this character).

I. Don’t say this to try to sound snooty, I just wish people in general were a little more respectful of each other’s boundaries and people could refrain from make assumptions that everyone’s necessarily okay/comfortable with stuff like this? Like, it shouldn’t be assumed that approaching for this kind of stuff or trying to force it on people’s characters is okay out of the blue, especially since we don’t always know age of the mun and muse. It just kind of creeps me out.

Also (this is more in general but I guess also applies to RP scenarios?) absolution of guilt and responsibility through things like “they had a rough childhood” or “they didn’t mean it,” the general “misunderstood” thing. Or in general trying to dismiss/downplay bad things a character has said or done. Rough childhood and all that can be a contributing or main reason to why a character does or says what they do, but it is not an excuse.

I like villain redemption/reformation a lot actually, (though I have to draw the line somewhere, like if we’re talking Fuzors, Alpha is a Very Bad Man and I honestly don’t think he will ever change even if he was given the  chance), but it has to be done correctly. There have to be consequences that the character realizes, there have to be reasons for them to change and the goal of the change shouldn’t be just to beg forgiveness for what they’ve done. And certainly a villain can become good, but it takes effort to be a good person, and they’re going to have to work for it and at it.

I try really hard not to excuse Burton from this stuff because he absolutely has done and said a lot of shitty things, and he’s got to think about it before/if he can really grow from those experiences. I will never make excuses for him, I will not try to shove all the bad things he’s done under the rug–those are things he’s going to have to live with, but they are potential building blocks for exploration and change. The way I write him post-series is different from the way I write him during-series, for a reason, because as a character, those things affect him. Of course he’s interacting with different people and is part of different scenarios, but at the end of it all, there’s different things going through his head. And I like to play with this metaphorically in my writing and also emphasizing things like mental anguish and self-realization of mistakes, flaws, shame, other emotions that help to define my understanding of the character and what he’s currently going through and where he is at his stages of development as a person–but also that I hope will help the reader.

I also like to explore and develop characters like him who don’t get much screen-time and who we don’t actually get that much information about (seriously, who is this guy, where did he come from, what does he want out of all this?–I don’t think questions like that ever get answered–he’s just sort of there and he’s a jerk). And while this leaves a lot of room for interpretation, it’s important to me that these characters can be freed a little from their narrow little archetype boxes, because very often they are only assigned a few dominant traits and become restricted to in the show. (This of course has it’s reasons, and as a side-character, it helps to make what time they have on the screen more consistent, makes what we do see of their personality really stand out in a support role, stuff like that). Burton is Burton is Burton, for example, but Burton will also always be more to me than what we saw of him in the show. But I realize I have to be really careful here–I don’t want my interpretations of the character and headcanons and writing and all that to erase the terrible things he’s done. Rather, I can use that as the starting point to further develop. (Also repeatedly writing a character that is barred from development and stays one-dimensional/stuck on a very narrow set of traits is boring.)

But back to the point!, sweeping stuff under the rug in general just bugs me a lot but this also applies to the RP realm. I’m not about to give him a free pass and it rubs me the wrong way when characters who have very clearly done bad things are treated as if they’ve never done anything wrong.

In short: there’s a difference between being able to appreciate a character (or something) in spite of their mistakes and be willing to talk about those mistakes and accept them, and then refusing to recognize the character’s faults at all.

💐 = my favorite part about the fandom

(This is gonna be specific to a section of the English-speaking part of the fandom bc I know very little about the Japanese community!)

Maybe silly, but when we were really active and would just joke around together? Like we had the shit posts/memes and the character twitter accounts, and we would just have a good laugh about things and the muses would poke each other/have interactions in addition to what was happening on the RP blogs. (Also I don’t mean this as a guilt trip thing/complaint on a “why don’t we do this any more” vibe. Just that they’re very fond memories for me and I have fun thinking about them still!)

Like omg does anyone else remember the streams when we’d just chill and watch movies and that kind of thing? And we would have the chat open and sometimes it wouldn’t just be like, us talking about the movie, but we’d also have our characters talking about the movie too. Or sometimes just out of the blue we’d do these on the fly (sometimes crack) RP things on Skype (I’ve… since moved myself entirely to Discord and haven’t used Skype at all bc it would just be so slow/behave so badly for me) and it was just a load of fun and laughing and I think some good inside jokes came out of that.

In general, I miss people a lot but I’ve no one to blame but myself for that since I feel like I’ve let myself fall out of touch somewhat. But I hope everyone’s doing okay and I love you all lots.

🌴= a favorite canon character in my fandom

*squeaks* Honestly I probably owe this character my life, not to seem over-dramatic? I watched Fuzors right after a particularly dark and hard time in my life when I was ready to end it all; my mental and physical health were very bad and I wasn’t sure at that point that anything would ever get better. Fuzors was one of the few things (thankfully, along with support from family and friends) that got me past that episode in my life and gave me something to smile about again. I watched it by myself and then watched it through again with my sister.

And oh jeez I hated Burton at first–I hated him so much I wanted to throw something at him whenever he would appear on screen, because he’s just so slimy and scary (not in a he’ll beat you up in a dark alley scary, but a he could steal your credit card info and your SSN and get away with it scary). I can’t remember exactly how/why the shift occurred. But it was a total 180.

There’s no particular justification for why I like him so much? (I mean Burton is my life lbr). He doesn’t really have all that much screen time, he’s a nasty person, his hair is a disaster (but I love it–overtime I’ve come to think it translates appropriately irl to something like a scene kid/punk rock style and honestly that’s cool as hell). I think it’s that over time I just built up a lot of personal thoughts and world building and character building for him and idk. He’s very, very special to me. I know he’s mostly uh, disliked as a character and that’s perfectly understandable, but he will always have a very special place in my heart. It’s like coming to know a person over time, I guess. There’s more depth to them, you discover things in an ocean you might not necessarily be able to see from the shore.