#lfc don’t let my baby down

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one of those things ────── aurélien isn't ready to let you go.

♡ ────── pairing : aurélien tchouaméni x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified, but they are described to be smaller than aurel. no smut but aurel is very touchy here... viewer's discretion is advised. kiiiiinda toxic idk they're exes and also drunk. aurel is sorta an asshole but idc he's so hot omfgggg sorry he is JEALOUS. important to mention that he's a bit forceful here but reader (& me) lowkey likes it... NOT proofread!!! it's a bit messy sorry ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,431 ♡ ────── notes : i am blushing as i write this. there is no plot to this, it's literally just banters. the stranger can be whoever you want but i am imagining trent from lfc omggg hes so fine. i GOTTA stop talking so much on the tags. not based on cowboy like my by taylor swift, but i was listening to it the whole time i was writing this ♡ masterlist.

“Stop looking at him.”

Aurélien has his lips hovering against the side of your neck, glowering at the general direction of the bar, like he was a wolf trying to protect his slaughtered prey.

“I’ll look at whoever I want,” you roll your eyes, hands gripping his arms—much bigger, much stronger—that are wrapped around your waist, trying to pry him off you. He has refused to let go of you ever since his drunken gaze spied you on the bar, biting your lips as you tug on the sleeve of a stranger of a man you’ve met only tonight.

You were flirting with him, because obviously you were.

It’s a club. It’s 1 A.M. And you are single.

Why wouldn’t you flirt with the next piece of hot ass you see?

“Come on,” Aurélien whispers, focusing all his hazy attention on you. “Should I go over and talk to him? S’that what you want? What do you think, baby?”

The fun banters were cut short when you felt an all too familiar farm wrapped around your waist, whisking you away.

And before you know it, you are settled on your ex’s lap, thirty feet away from the stranger on the bar, somewhere between his footballer friends, too busy with themselves and too accustomed with Aurélien’s antics to pay you any spare attention.

“I think,” you keep your eye contact with the man in the bar, fingers trying to slip between Aurélien’s hand, “you’re drunk. And stupid.”

“Drunk?” he chuckles, fully burying his face into your neck, an enticing feeling that you haven’t felt in a while, as he breathes in your scent. “Maybe.”

You shift on his lap, knees aching to get up, but he holds you down.

“But I’m not stupid, baby—”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’.”

“—don’t call me stupid.”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” you repeat, leaning away from his head, trying to push his face away from the tender skin of your neck. Ex-lovers definitely shouldn’t be all over each other like this. “We’re over, Aurélien. Remember?”

“Remember?” He chuckles, still keeping his chin on your shoulder despite your eagerness to get away. “Ouch.”

“Get used to it.”

You glance back at the bar as Aurélien’s fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, ungodly intention laced in every stretch of his muscles before your shaky hand stops him, somewhat affected by the couple of shots the stranger had bought you too.

“Fine,” he murmurs, pouting, as though you will melt for that age-old trick. “I’ll apologise for calling you ‘baby’, and then we’ll go home and have some fun.”

You scrunch your nose at his offer, turn to glare at him, only to meet his lazy grin.

“I’m not—”

You breathe in a deep sigh, and you can feel his jaw clench.

“—If I’m going home with anyone tonight, it won’t be you.”

“Why not?” He whines, pulling you in even closer, if possible, and you bite your lips as your ass rubs against his crotch, the friction causing you to shut your eyes as the blood rushes away from your brain.

The night just gets more hazy.

And seeing you distracted, Aurélien steals the moment to continue his way under your shirt, his fingers digging deep into the side of your torso.

“Aurélien,” your murmur, your voice drawing out to a drawl. You almost forgot about the stranger in the bar—when you look back at him for a short second, he is holding a glass of shots against his lips, a smirk etched on his lips like he’s enjoying the show Aurélien is putting on for him.

Aurélien grits his teeth, grazing them against your neck when he notices that your attention is centred on the guy more than on him. “Answer me.”

You huff, gripping his wrist over your shirt. “Because we’re over. We broke up.”

An irritated sigh escapes his lips, somehow returning his lips on your neck, nipping softly on the skin. “You’re being stubborn.”

“I’m being stubborn?”

“Come on,” he pretends that he isn’t in denial. “I’ll take you home and I’ll fix whatever was wrong with us, yeah?”

His hand continues to knead on your flesh, lips moving up your neck, to your jaw, to nip on your earlobes. 

“That’s not,” your grip on his wrist tightened, “how it works.”

“Of course it is,” he whispers, pulling you back. “That’s exactly how it works. We’ll talk, just you and me, back at my place.”

You shake your head, one hand on the velvet couch beneath you two, to find leverage as your feet find the floor—a sad attempt of getting up. “I want nothing to do with you.”

“You sure about that?” His hand leaves your shirt, and finds itself gripping your thigh to pull you back down. He sounds inviting, and you almost fell for the alluring tone of his words. “Don’t make me prove you wrong.”

You slant your eyes. “Don’t be a dick.”

Aurélien laughs, seeming to enjoy riling you up, like he wants to see you break.

“Or what?” He cups the side of your hips, rocking you, his fingers drawing aimless patterns against the fabric of your jeans. “You gonna do something about it? Gonna punish me, baby?”

You grit your teeth, drawing in a sharp breath, a hot sensation stirring in your chest—a mixture of exhilaration, and annoyance, and interest, and anger.

You can backtrack. You can forget about your break up, and go home with him, and let the alcohol take over the night. But your ego is higher than whatever pedestal Aurélien has decided to put you on.

And you? Well, you are just not the type of person to get back together after a break up.

It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing.

Aurélien tilts his head at the way your bottom lip juts and pouts as you rake your brain for some sort of response. He can’t help pushing you over the edge—that feeling of dominance over your feeble resolve, having you on his lap, small and bothered; he loves it.

And he loves you. He is pretty sure that he does. And he’s pretty sure that you would come running back to him if he just pushes the right button.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” He kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart towards the bar for a second. “I’m tryna talk to you, baby. I can’t have you go home with ‘nother man, now can I?”

“Fuck,” you jolt when you feel him dig even further into your hip, “I’m fuckin’ sick of you, Aurélien.”

He chuckles. “Say it again.”

You scoff, throwing your gaze away, trying to distract yourself with the arbitrary coloured lights on the dancefloor. “You got a sick kink?”

“I do,” Aurélien laughs, fond of the way you are feisty, of the way you hold back out of pride. “Only for you, though.”

It’s what he likes about you, he guesses, you keep it interesting for him. 

“Say you want me back,” he coaxes, his breath hot against your neck, lips just inches away from the one spot he had been lapping on all night. He would love to see you tomorrow morning—he just knows that his bite marks will develop into pretty bruises tomorrow, and the thought latches his teeth on the skin above your collarbone. “I know you want me, baby.”

“You’re dreaming,” you sneer, though it leaves your mouth more like a whine. He raises an eyebrow. “M’gonna say this—last time I’ll ever say it. We broke up.”

Aurélien groans, shutting his eyes, annoyed. “You’re so difficult.”

His large palm rubs against you, returning once more to the warm skin under your shirt, nails lightly scratching on it.

“You’re not protesting against me, though,” he points out. “You still love me, dontcha?”

You bite your lips, and it takes two seconds too long to answer him. “No.”

The way you whine, the way you shift—deliberately or not—on his lap. Aurélien murmurs, “You’re a shitty liar.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ohh, that’s not the language that a pretty baby should use,” his drunken slurs scold. You feel annoyed—and helpless—just listening to him. “Shouldn’t you mind your manners, considering you’re sitting on my lap?”

“Well,” you swallow, turning to look back at him. “Maybe you should consider letting me go.”

“And let you go back to him?” Aurélien shoots another murderous look at the bar. “No. Besides, I’m not done with you.”

You sigh, biting your lips, and a small smirk sprouts on his lips. You’re in for a long, long night.

[judes-hoe]

dad! TAA and and his clingy baby daughter who always wants to be around him - before a game she starts crying when he leaves the hospitality suite where y/n and his family is to go and get ready for the game, so he makes arrangements to carry her through the tunnel as a mascot and brings her onto the pitch with him ❤️ this could also be y/n and trent’s way of revealing to the world they have a baby together :)

Gonna start with taa don’t get a lot of requests for him🤍

You and Trent have a 4 year old daughter, she’s definitely a daddy’s girl. She always wants to be around him and this is the first game she’s ever gonna be to, you and Trent have kept her kinda secret, the people know of her but don’t know what she looks like or anything. So your sitting up in the box with his family and Trent is also up there hanging out before he has to go, your daughter being held my Trent not wanting to let go. She had on her full lfc kit with 66 and daddy written on the back. When Trent had to go he tried to hand her back to you but she started throwing a fit, so he told you that she can just be a mascot today and he’ll have Joe come and bring her back up. He took her down to the tunnel and he was holding her on his hip, she had this big smile on her face talking to Trent with the words she knows. When they walked out the tunnel and lined up Trent pointed to you up in the box and waved with you daughter and you waved back. After Trent had to go and hand her to Joe Gomez she was just happy and babbling to her uncle Joe the whole way up to the box and when she got to you she babbled to you and you thank Joe for bringing her back. After the game Liverpool won 2-0 and your daughter was super happy and proud of her daddy and she was happy she could get held by him again.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

[avenirdelight]

Our First Medal

Anyone You Like (LFC Players)

He wins the cup and celebrates the win with her.

When the opponent team missed their penalty, she let out the biggest cry of joy because it meant that the fight was finally over. Her knees went weak; if it wasn’t for her best friend hugging her, she must’ve fallen somehow from losing the balance, being pushed by everyone around her who were all jumping and screaming to celebrate. Wembley roared and the bunch of people in red kits on the pitch also roared with them.

He had won it. Her boyfriend had won the cup. He had become a champion once again.

They continued to sing, they chanted more, and she just knew she would lose her voice in the morning. But it was her first time seeing him win, so she wanted to take everything in as much as she could. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, paying attention to his every move as he celebrated, sharing endless handshakes and hugs with his teammates and staff.

And it felt like the ceremony took forever; she wished it could be over quickly because all she wanted to do was to hug him and congratulate him, praise him because he’d done so well. But still, she cried some happy tears when they lifted the trophy, cried even harder when he finally spotted her in the stands and lifted the trophy excitedly at her with an impossibly huge smile plastered on his face.

Even after all the ceremony and interviews had been done and the players had come to the lounge to meet their friends and family, she still needed to wait again because there was quite a queue for him. Everyone seemed to want to congratulate him first, and she was just standing in the back with a small smile reigning on her face, feeling very touched to see everyone looking so proud and so happy for him; he truly deserved all the love.

He sighed when he saw her, as if he was completely relieved that she was still there waiting for him, and that it was finally the time for that hug that they’d been dying to share. And it was the first thing they did—he hugged her so tight, even lifted her off the ground.

“You did it, baby, you won it,” she said after he set her back on her feet and took both of her hands into his, leaning down for a quick kiss. “I’m so proud of you, so, so proud.”

“You did it, baby, you won it,” she said as he took both of her hands into his and leaned down for a quick kiss. “I’m so proud of you, so, so proud.”

“I promised you I’d win it. I never break my promises,” he shrugged.

She tilted her head as she slightly scrunched her face. “Did you forget that you broke a promise last week? I was upset.”

“This can make up for it, don’t you think?” He took a hold of his medal and waved it in front of her eyes, drawing a little giggle from her; she nodded. “Well, here,” he said as he took off the medal. She suddenly felt like crying again when she realised that he was putting the medal around her neck. He then grabbed her hands and put the gold thing on her palm, enveloping her hands with his after he did so.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed out as they both stared at it.

“Yes, it is,” he chuckled as he watched her delicate fingers trace the engravings on the medal. “Congratulations, champ.” The nickname made her raise head and she met his fond gaze.

“Our first medal together,” he continued.

It was impossible for her to smile wider than how she was smiling right now. She saw him mirroring her smile before everything started to look blurry because tears were pooling in her eyes, threatening to fall down. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cry now.”

She felt his hands on the sides of her face and a second later their lips met again. Some short sweet pecks on her lips, before he pulled her into another hug.

Their first medal together. He’d always told her stories about winning trophies and he’d always looked so happy recalling those victorious days; she wished she’d been there with him. She’d always said that she couldn’t wait to witness him win another trophy, and finally the day had come. The whole experience and the feelings were way better than she’d imagined.

“I love you, champ,” she mumbled between her little silent sobs, hugging him tight.

“Oh, I love you too. I love you.” He hugged her just as tight, slightly rocking her, hoping to transfer a little bit of energy that he still had left. Because he knew that more than one hundred and twenty minutes of a crazy football game and a penalty shootout must have drained her emotions and energy. He was so relieved that in the end, she smiled and he got to give her the medal. She’d been his biggest supporter in the past year; this medal and trophy were his little gifts for her.

“One down… Three more to go.”

“Yeah, let’s go get them,” he said fore placing a little kiss on top of her head. “But maybe after a nice bath and a good night's sleep.”

She chortled, loosening her arms and looking up to search for his face. “Let’s go get you home, then. I also have something waiting for you at home.”

“Oooh, am I gonna love it?”

She just smirked and batted her eyelashes at him, drawing some chuckles from him. “You’re definitely gonna love it,” she answered as she tiptoed to steal another kiss on his lips.

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so, one day before the carabao cup final, i had a dream about the whole liverpool squad coming to my old house wearing liverpool kit and medals on their necks... virgil was so excited to see me, he was smiling so wide and hugged me so tight and lifted me off the ground?? so yeah i definitely wrote this one thinking about virgil. but tell me who you imagined this with!

well anyway sorry i've been writing more about the liverpool boys lately because i've just been thinking about them a lot. but don't worry i'm working on other players too! hope you liked this one though<3

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[emwritesfootball]

Hotel Encounter | Joe Gomez

Ok your writing has made me fall in love/lust with Joe Gomez soooo if you're still accepting, I'd love to put in a request inspired by a recent crazy dream?👀 Seducing him during a v steamy random encounter in a hotel sauna after finding yourself staying at same hotel as LFC on pre-season. Some absolute filth please 🤭 Thanks for everything you write for us!!!x

Word Count: 997

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t fuck strangers without protection, y’all!), blowjob, etc.

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You couldn’t believe it when you saw him traipsing in the hotel lobby as you were checking in. You could have sworn that you’d seen Joe Gomez, but you just figured your eyes were playing tricks on you so you dismissed it until you saw Trent and Virgil working out on your way to your room.

When you got on the lift, you ran into Hendo. He gave you a polite smile and nod, making small talk before he got off on the floor right below yours. You were too stunned to ask for a picture or autograph, not really caring to either because you didn’t want to look desperate and you felt like you were a little too old to be asking for autographs and pictures with footballers.

You went out to the pool, wanting to catch as much of the sun as you could while the weather was nice. Popping your headphones in, you cracked open the book you’d been wanting to start, letting the sun warm you as the world went on around you. Some of the other Liverpool players came and went, paying you no mind as they splashed about in the pool. You caught Joe’s eye once or twice when a shout made you look up, a little flutter in your stomach each time he smiled at you. He left the pool shortly after and you were tempted to follow him, but something held you back. A little voice told you that your time with him would come - you just had to be patient.

The next morning, you were up early, wanting to get started on your day before you got busy. You sat in the sauna, taking a moment to relax as you ran through your ‘to-do list’ when the door opened, disrupting your peace. You were about to make a snide, snarky comment to whomever was interrupting your zen but Joe’s voice came through the steam.

“Sorry. I can leave if you’d like.”

“No, you’re fine,” you replied, opening your eyes and giving him a smile. “Although, if I’m honest, I’d probably have been more upset if it was anyone but you.”

Joe chuckled and the sound went straight to your clit. “Yeah?” You nodded. “What makes me so special?”

“I’d answer that, but I don’t wanna risk sounding like a crazed fan.”

“The difference is that if you answered, you’d be a hot, crazed fan - and I’m more than okay with those.” Joe shot you a grin and you giggled.

You weren’t sure where your shot of confidence came from, but you stood up and locked the sauna door, turning to face him. “I’d rather just show you how sexy I find you so I don’t have to tell you.”

Joe sat back, spreading his legs and linking his arms behind his head. You could see his towel tenting as his erection grew and you dropped your towel before sauntering over to him. Joe’s eyes scanned your body, taking in your breasts and your curves as he tried to figure out where he wanted to put his hands and mouth first.

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered, dropping to your knees and reaching for the knot on his towel. Joe poured some more water on the coals in the sauna, the steam filling the room as you leaned down and put your mouth on his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck as you took him down your throat. You gagged on his length, your hand pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you sucked him off. “That’s it, baby - just like that.” His hips bucked, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat. Your jaw ached, your eyes welling with tears as you gave him a sloppy blowjob. You could tell he was about to cum, but Joe held back, pulling you off his cock. “As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather be inside you,” he grunted, helping you up.

You straddled him, sinking down onto him inch by inch at an agonizingly slow pace. He stretched you out in the best way, his girthy cock hitting differently than any man you’d had recently. You whimpered, burying your face in the crook of your neck when he was fully inside you. You started to ride him slowly until neither of you could handle it and Joe’s hands went to your hips so he could set the pace.

Joe slapped your ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure. He growled absolute filth in your ear, promising to make you cum so many times you forget your own name - among other things. Your orgasm built low in your belly at his words, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Oh, God! Please! Jo-” You begged, his name cut off as your orgasm raced through you. You could feel Joe cum inside you moments later. You held each other as you came down from your highs, the humidity in the sauna making your sweat cling to your bodies. You were certain the sauna smelled like sex now, the thought making you horny all over again.

“When do you check out?” Joe asked, finding his voice a few minutes later.

“Tomorrow,” you replied, still on top of him. “Why?”

“My room number is 217. Come find me later tonight. I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body hummed in anticipation, coming alive again at the thought of meeting him in his hotel room that night. “Good, because I was just getting started.” Someone knocked on the door of the sauna, bringing the two of you out of your own little world. “That’s my cue,” you murmured, climbing off him.

You gave him one last look as you wrapped your towel around your body and opened the door, acutely aware of the fact that his cumd was dripping down your inner thigh as you walked back to your room.

[comrademango]

I keep thinking about last match, in particular the changes made in the way Hendo (and the rest of the midfield) plays. I doubt he doesn't track back as much just because—accuse Hendo of a lot of things but lazy or not following instructions isn't among them. He played as a DM for years because it was what was demanded. Anyway.

(Take note that I have next to no experience in playing football apart from five-a-sides and my role was basically stop the player from getting to the goal area, and my knowledge comes from YouTube videos and reading articles here and there, but here goes.)

The injury to Harvey Elliott just when he, Mo, and Trent were creating a very creative triangle at the right side was such an early letdown in our season that when Hendo slotted back, he tried to fill that role, most probably by instruction. And he was kinda good at it. He and Milly vs. Palace did that overlapping moves that Trent and Harvey had done before, and they kinda controlled that right flank very well. Problems were seen, however, vs. Milan (I think). And then this game vs. Brentford. It didn't help that the whole backline had a bit of a shit game, but one has to think that maybe Trent wouldn't have to face 3-4 players by himself had Hendo been in his previously preferred position in the deep right pocket of the midfield. Curtis was also playing a bit more forward throughout the time he was on the pitch, which leaves Fabinho to guard the backline.

There are some advantages to the tactical change, I suppose. A lot of people on LFC twitter were highlighting the increased attacking output from our MFs this season (and pushing their agenda vs Gini but that's another can of worms) but all of the previous goals came from set pieces. Against Brentford, we actually had goals and assists from our midfielders during open play. But Hendo and Curtis playing forward—and Hendo was more noticeably forward, probably because he used to play quite deep—left us kind of denuded in the midfield.

Does this mean we would not have conceded the three goals had we played the old workhorse midfield tactics? Maybe, but we probably would not have scored as many goals. Could the backline have defended better and not let those goals in? Definitely, but would we have gotten in those scrambles in the penalty area if the midfield had better control of their area? I don't know. It didn't help that the left side had its own problems with Robbo also having a bad game and Sadio cutting a bit of a frustrated figure in front of the goal again. I doubt there would even be as much talk about this game had our attackers been more clinical and we killed the game off and ended at 4-2 or something. (Yes, Raya turned into Prime Buffon, but a lot of keepers turn into that against us.)

With Thiago sidelined until after the international break, we'll have to face Man City without him to slow things down and control the game, and the other midfielders have to step up. Naby is also still out. Either the midfield of Curtis/Fab/Hendo gel together within the week, or make some changes. If instructed, Hendo will probably go back to that box-to-box type and go forward and then track back to cover Trent and he gets run to the ground and his hamstring gives out in a few months. (Knock on wood.)

Don't ask me about Ox. He at times seems like the baby is keeping him up all night. And he performed better on the wing vs. Norwich. There was that dude on twitter that commented how it's awful how Ox seemed to love Perrie more than football and I thought, I hope so? I hope Ox loves the mother of his child more than his job. Ox is another story and I haven't thought about it, basically.

There's also probably something to be said about Taki finding spaces and being a good and calm finisher, and Divock with fans looking like he could be a cult hero again, but, again, another story. I'm not smart enough for all that yet.

Anyway, up the Reds.

[robbosred-blog]

so i was dreaming about you crying because lfc fans hate you (because you sat on and broke trent's face lmaooo) and him comforting you,and... if it's not too much x

I got you anon x.

you stood at the sink gripping it’s rim tightly, you bit your trembling lips so hard you drew blood filling your mouth with it’s tangy metallic taste. 

desperately you try to breath in and out in an attempt to calm yourself, yet the sting of tears remain in your eyes and your nose itches, god you hated crying and you knew that crying right now is the worst thing you could do, you already discussed this after all.

but then your phone buzzes for the hundredth time that hour another hateful text, you don’t know where people got your number from, but it doesn’t matter, hate was hate even if it wasn’t via text,in that moment you crack and let out a sob and regret it immediately.

in seconds trent calls out: “ baby you okay?”

“I’m fine trent”

“no you dont sound fine come out you know i cant move and get to you:

you have no choice but to oblige. 

you open the bathroom door into the master bedroom and sitting right there on the bed with ten pillows surrounding him to support him as he sits, you can’t help but stare at his neck brace….. that was because of you.

you can still hear his scream of pain in the back of your head, when he first told you to sit on his face you just laughed it off, lied on the couch and expected him to to eat you out like that like normal, but he had said no sit on my face I want that pussy to suffocate me, so you did after all, you always did what he asked he was your man.

“ they hate me trent” you said a little breathlessly

“ oh baby don’t say that you did nothing wrong you shouldn’t let them get to you”

“ but I-”

“no dont give excuses there’s nothing to be ashamed of, i asked you to sit on my face and you did you broke my neck because your ass was so fat it’s an honor to get my neck broken like this! … now sit on my face”

“trent you neck-”

“ i dont care just do it”

so you helped him lie down and you sat on his face, he was right, this was marvelous

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[misaki-ffxiv]

LFC: Misaki Ito, Mateus

Gender: Female.

Race: Hyur midlander, Hingan.

Height: 5 fulms even.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Hair Color: Black.

The Facts -

Name Day: 32nd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon.

Occupation: Hostess, refugee, former geisha.

Sexual identification: Heterosexual.

Romantic identification: Heterosexual.

Alignment: Neutral good.

Criminal History: Conspiracy, subterfuge, and violence against the Garlean Empire. Not on Eorzean record. 

Relationship Status: In a relationship.

Sweet on: Etsuji Goto.

Favorites –

Favorite food: Basically any variety of ramen, and rolanberry mochi. Favorite drink: Whiskey or green tea, and sake on special occasions. Favorite artist: Misaki admires her “sister” and teacher from the geisha house, Rei, for her skill in dancing, and was always eager to learn from her and to watch her. Favorite scent: The sea, florals, Etsuji’s cologne. Favorite person: Etsuji Goto. 

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫ Misaki was a geisha of high esteem in Hingashi for her talent in music and dancing, for her natural grace, her beauty, and her lightheartedness. She was highly requested by the guests of the ochaya, known to always bring a quick wit and a listening ear to the room with her. 

⚫Before she was a geisha, Misaki was the bastard child of a Hingan lord and one of his wife’s handmaids. For five years, she was permitted to live in the castle, though once the lord’s wife had a son and child of their own, Misaki was brought to a faraway geisha house - personally delivered by the lord himself. Despite having fond memories of her father, Misaki resents him for abandoning her and not putting his foot down when his wife insisted they banish her.

⚫The family legend surrounding the Ito family is one that brought Misaki unwanted attention from the Garlean forces. It’s believed in Misaki’s village that the Ito family began long ago with the spawn of a dragon turned hyur and a hyur woman, and that any child of Ito lineage born beneath a blood moon would inherit the blood of the dragon. Misaki was born beneath just such a moon, and when she first cried, every cherry blossom in the vicinity burst into bloom. This lead the village to believe she was a daughter of the dragon, and the Garleans to believe her family harnessed some sort of ancient Allagan technology, or worse, that they were the spawn of a primal. 

⚫ Though untrained, Misaki has a natural ability to control the elements. 

⚫ She has two younger brothers that she’s aware of, but has never met, beyond holding her baby brother the day he was born. To this day, she hasn’t heard from her parents since she was abandoned at the geisha house. 

⚫Misaki was kept for a period of several months by a high-ranking Garlean official as a pleasure slave. During this time, she was also tortured and experimented upon to explore the possibility of her possessing ancient Allagan technology. 

⚫ It was a Garlean primus pilus and a Garlean doctor who rescued Misaki. The pilus was an infrequent guest of the ochaya, and one that Misaki found to be of slightly softer heart than his comrades. She was able to get a message to him telling him of her situation through the Garlean doctor, who was able to trickle it down to Etsuji’s gang. This group effort allowed Lucius, along with the doctor, to bring her and several other former geisha to Eorzea - though only the Garleans, Etsuji, and Misaki survived a crash landing into Thanalan.

⚫ A close friend of Misaki’s - someone she considered a brother - was a samurai to a lord who frequented the ochaya. He taught her self defense through martial arts, something she took to quickly. 

⚫In recent months, and during her time kept captive by the high-ranking Garlean official, Misaki has been working to liberate Doma from the Garleans. She specializes in gaining vital information and passing it on to other rebels, often going undercover and using her charm to garner such information. 

⚫ Misaki was, for the most part, happy in her geisha position. She has a natural warmth and kindness, and despite becoming slightly hardened by the circumstances she was put in and her nation was put in, she remains a gentle woman. Staunch and stubborn, she has refused to let traumatic experiences steal her sweetness from her. 

Five Things -

Things they like:

Animals - especially ones of the soft and fuzzy variety. 

Music and dancing.

Quiet places, like the sea late at night or deep in a forest.

Flower arranging.

Helping other people.

Things they dislike:

Garlemald and most Garleans. 

Unnecessary violence. 

Needles. 

Dark, unfamiliar spaces.

Dirty spaces. 

Good traits:

Loyal. Once her loyalty is earned, it is unwavering. Misaki is a friend for life, unless you do something to truly betray her trust or use her. She will always go out o fher way to help someone she cares for - and even people she doesn’t know well, or at all. 

Kind. Misaki has not let past experiences define her present self. She has maintained the sweetness, compassion, and empathy she has always had to the best of her ability. In her, one can always find a shoulder to lean on or an ear that will listen with sympathy and gentleness.

Talented. Receiving an education in grace, music, and dancing with the geisha has its perks. Misaki is talented in entertaining, with a pretty voice, the ability to play the shamisen and koto very well, and is skilled in traditional Hingan dancing. 

Intelligent. Misaki would not have survived Garlemald’s subjugation if she wasn’t bright. Being clever and able to think quickly on her toes has saved her and others numerous times, when she has not been able to charm her way out of a situation.

Protective. She is unafraid to defend those weaker or meeker than she is. Misaki will insert herself into potentially dangerous situations, even if it means she herself will get harmed, to avoid an innocent person being hurt. This natural instinct is only heightened when it comes to those she’s close to, or around children. 

Bad traits:

Guarded. Sweet as she might be, Misaki is not an easy person to truly get to know. Her bare personality is hidden with one she puts on in public or around those she doesn’t know. It takes a persistent person to see her true personality. She is slow to genuinely trust people.

Hot temper. Misaki is not always slow to anger. When she’s angry, she has a sharp, hurtful tongue, and a harshness that often comes as a surprise to others. There is venom behind her bite, and she makes no effort to hide it when provoked. 

Slow to forgive. Since gaining Misaki’s trust is so hard to do, it is near impossible to gain it back once it’s been broken. Feeling betrayed is something that cuts her deeply, and it is not easy to gain her forgiveness. 

Manipulative. She will manipulate you with her beauty and charm if she believes that you’re a bad person with good information. This is mostly applicable to those dealing in the underworld or those who have information that could assist in harming Garlemald. She will try to manipulate bad people into trusting her and then do something to damage them, either physically or emotionally, especially if she knows they’ve harmed an innocent person. 

Stubborn. It’s hard to talk Misaki out of a bad idea or into a good one once she has her mind set upon something. If she’s decided she’s going to throw herself into a lion’s den to pull someone from it, there’s virtually no convincing her to do otherwise. 

Personalities they gravitate toward:

Intelligent, educated types.

Other Hingans and Domans with strong ties to home.

Entertainers.

Sweet, kind-hearted people.

Father figures. 

Those who don’t get into drama often, or for the fun of it. 

Personality types they avoid:

Arrogant, know-it-all, edgy jerks.

People who constantly play the victim card.

Relentless flirts. 

Garleans, or anyone else with a superiority complex.

Racists, xenophobes, bigots, and anyone else who falls into that category.

Fears:

Being imprisoned by Garlemald again.

Losing touch with her roots

Being alone.

The dark. 

Unwanted physical contact.

--------- RP HOOKS

Misaki is definitely a character I feel comfortable in having pre-established relationships for! She was kind of a queen bee in the geisha community. Maybe your character was a rival, or one of the wealthy patrons who frequented the tea house and enjoyed her singing, dancing, and conversation.

The Ito family and its legend was well known in certain regions. Maybe your character heard whispers of the dragon girl who made flowers bloom who disappeared all of a sudden, with not much comment offered about it by Lord Ito and his royal house.

Her significant other, Etsuji Goto, is a good boy who fell in with the wrong crowd - essentially, the yakuza. A rival gang burned Misaki’s tea house to the ground, killing several geisha and the house mother along with it before turning them in to the Garleans searching for the geisha girl herself. Was your character one of the rival gang members? A Garlean who dealt with the geisha girl? Who knows!

Other entertainers! Now in Eorzea, Misaki is enjoying herself trying to meet other entertainers, especially any from Doma or Hingashi. 

Though she definitely drifts more towards good characters, for the sake of storylines and fun writes, my boyfriend and I are looking for criminally aligned characters to stir the pot a bit. Etsuji is still involved with his yakuza ‘brothers,’ and there are plenty of shady dealings to be had. 

You can reach me either here on Tumblr via IM, or in-game on: Misaki Ito, Isolde Grey, Belle Haillenarte, or Qara Noykin.