#manger . ooc

[mangher-a]

rejoice!

for i do in fact live

[alastors-radioshow]

♚ x ∞

Send me a ♚ if you like my writing

//I had a hint, but times infinity?? But you know that I also adore your writing, and I adore YOU, so allow me to, uh.. Uno reverse this real quick~ <3 <3

Love youuuuu~ <3

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||A New Residence has joined the Estate||

"So your willing to let me stay here even when he's here too? I wasn't expecting that." Sigma sighed but he looks to both peahen mom and Alastor.

"Believe me, he was here before you were and Peahen mom wanted to add you. I hope it's the final guest we have. Right peahen?" Alastor sees her sweatdrop to laugh nervously.

((Sorry Al..))

"Anyway, here is your key but I hope you enjoy your stay." he said setting the keys down. "Huh, thank you-"

"SIGMA! YOU DID COME HERE!" he tenses hearing a familiar tone getting hugged by Dazai who smiled.

"YOU'RE HERE TOO!" he said.

"HI THERE AND OF COURSE SHE INVITED ME TOO! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN AFTER SO LONG!?" he smiled happily patting his head only to get him to glare.

"WILL YOU STOP PETTING ME LIKE I'M SOME DOG DAMN IT!?" he shouted seeing Dazai laughing hopping back.

"Sorry it's good to just see you again!" he smiled.

"UGGGHHHH your still so annoying!!"

"I know, I know." he smiled with Alastor and Peahen mom sweatdropping.

[malone-davis]

Ce serait d'autant plus dommage que ton frère charbonne pour ta notoriété. L'idée c'est que t'aies tout ça et surtout que tu puisses faire ce que tu veux. Je veux que t'aies plus que l'embarras du choix. Que tu puisses refuser des trucs comme le film que t'es en train de tourner par exemple...

Je sais bien que tu te démènes pour moi et je t'en suis vraiment reconnaissant. Je sais que c'est pour le mieux. Par contre je te serai aussi reconnaissant de ne pas critiquer mes choix de scénario. Qu'est-ce que tu lui reproches à ce film ?

Pendant vos prochaines interviews, dans vos posts Instagram, ça m'est égal

Mais il faut que vous commenciez à parler de cette réunion. Dès maintenant.

[fear-is-truth]

how would patrick react if you decided to get back with him because you missed him?

https://www.tumblr.com/fear-is-truth/769447057976115200/how-do-you-think-patrick-will-react-when-you-try?source=share

breaking up then getting back together with patrick bateman .ᐟ.ᐟ

tw ; violent fantasies, allusions to sex & murder

part one here | • a/n: sorry if it’s ooc; i rlly tried

when patrick bateman opens the door, he is already bracing for his downstairs neighbor—the insufferable bitch who always complains about his morning jump rope routine. he has the same rehearsed excuse lined up, something about “the physics of soundproofing in luxury buildings” followed by a swift door slam in her face. even as his mouth is ready to deliver it, part of him is fantasising about cutting off those ears with a serrated blade and sending them as a gift, maybe with a tasteful balenciaga ribbon.

but it’s not her.

it’s you.

patrick blinks, his entire body stiffening, like his brain short-circuits for a seconds. you’re standing there, in the hall, and he doesn’t know what to say. for weeks, he’s been trying to erase your absence—or at least dull it—by throwing himself into other pursuits (fucking prostitutes who vaguely resemble you, at least in the right light) and nightly excursions into back alleys with a knife. but now, you’re here, standing in front of him, and he feels… blindsided.

his eyes sweep over you instinctively, taking in every detail of your outfit. the shoes you’re wearing are gucci—acceptable. still well-kept but with a slight scuff on the side. he notices the faint wear on the soles and thinks about how he’d replace them for you if he could. the dress—valentino, tailored well, though the stitching at the hem could have been tighter, sexier. your body deserves better, patrick thinks with a slight pang in his chest, prettier than you give yourself credit for, prettier than the way you dress.

then his gaze catches on the necklace. cartier. an elegant piece with a single pendant that rests at your collarbone.

before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “that necklace… it’s a good look on you.”

your hand immediately drifts up to the pendant. you touch it lightly, almost shyly,

“patrick… you bought me this. remember?”

he does.

the memory hits him like blunt force trauma, dragging him back to valentine’s day. he’d spent months securing a reservation at dorsia—screaming matches with disinterested reservation mangers over the phone, begging, bribery. it had all paid off when you walked in wearing that pink chanel dress—soft, romantic, a shade that reminded him of fresh roses. it fit you like a glove, like you’d stepped straight out of a vogue magazine. you’d squealed when he handed you the tiny cartier box across the table, your eyes wide, so bright. even patrick believed that day was perfect.

and, of course, the night. he remembers that, too. vividly. the way you were both tangled in his egyptian sheets, the way your perfume and sweat lingered on his skin after.

his mouth opens slightly, then closes. the silence stretches between you, thick and awkward, until patrick finally steps aside and motions for you to come in.

for the first time in weeks, patrick bateman feels… something. he’s not sure what “something” is, though. relief? hope? pathetic gratitude? he doesn’t know, and he hates not knowing. what he does know is this: whatever void you left behind, nothing—not the women, not even the killings—ever came close to filling it.

𝜗ϱ ┆ shock & silence

patrick wouldn’t know how to react at first. when you show up at his door, he’d open it, expecting another downstairs neighbor—bitching about the noises he makes when working out—but seeing you there would render him momentarily speechless. there’d be no theatrical display of relief or joy. instead, he’d stare at you in silence, until..

“you’re here,”

𝜗ϱ ┆ letting you in back into his world

patrick would step aside, letting you into his pristine apartment. the act of letting you back into his space would be his version of an emotional response—a silent acknowledgment of your importance to him.

he wouldn’t ask why you came back, at least not immediately. part of him would be terrified that questioning your return might push you away again. instead, he’d default to his usual routines, offering you a drink (with a coaster, of course) as though nothing had happened.

“do you want a perrier? or… something stronger?”

𝜗ϱ ┆ processing your return

while he wouldn’t outwardly express much, patrick would be reeling internally. your absence would have deeply shaken him, even if he didn’t fully understand why. in your time apart, he’d tried to fill the void with meaningless hookups and violence—screwing sex workers who vaguely resembled you, killing homeless people—but nothing could satisfy him. your return would force him to confront feelings he doesn’t have the tools to process... patrick doesn’t feel love in the traditional sense, but he’s capable of obsession and fixation, and you are irreplaceable in his world.

𝜗ϱ ┆ a shift in his behaviour

despite his relief at your return, patrick would remain on edge. deep down, he knows he’s incapable of forming a normal, healthy relationship, and the fear of losing you again would eat at him. you’d notice him becoming even more meticulous and controlling than before, as he’s trying to construct a perfect version of reality where you never leave again.

[perhapsatextback]

Ivan Goncharov <3

(Note: Mod might be ooc with the character. Yes this is a bsd au where Ivan is a idol)

Company: Purple Ratstail

Manger: Fyodor

Age: Young enough :P

Birthday: June 18

Height: Tall???

Likes (headcanons): Tea, lavender anything, fan art from fans, overall gifts from his fans, cookies, lullabies, the piano.

Dislikes (headcanons): Spoiled milk, his clothes getting ruined, being laughed at, messing up a performance, hairspray.

RULES

-> No NSFW asks

-> In character I use "quotation marks"

-> Out of character I don't use quotation marks or I use ooc:

-> BSD RP account

-> Same owner as @paintedgrilledcheese

-> BSD Media Au by @fedya-the-rat-god

-> Dividers created by @sweetmelodygraphics

Extra/Master List

(BSD Media Au Master List)

(Headcanons)

[neomujinjja]

XO, Love You (4)

Pairing: non idol! Seunghan x reader

Length: 608 words Genre: enemies (?) to lovers, fluff

Warning: not edited, some ooc-ness, some XO, Kitty influences

Synopsis: You and Seunghan don't get along despite running in similar circles. But after events pushing the two of together, there might be romantic feelings growing.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You watched as Wonbin and Shotaro performed their dance. Today was the big day and you guys are scheduled two spots after the duo.

"We'll be okay. We've practiced this so many times now, you could do it in your sleep" Seunghan reassured you. He placed his hands onto your shoulders as the two of you stood off the the side.

"Thank you Seunghan". The two of you had grown closer during your practices, to the surprise of your guy's friends. You began clapping as Wonbin and Shotaro finished their performance. The two made their food way backstage where you gave them a hug. "You guys did amazing! I'm so proud of you guys" You told the pair afterwards.

"Thank you" Wonbin said as Shotaro wished luck you and Seunghan for your upcoming performance.

"Break a leg" he said as the stage manger came up to your group.

"You're on in four minutes" they told you and Seunghan before walking away again.

-

People clapped as the music ended. You let out a big breath before breaking your ending pose. The two of you walked off the stage with smiles on your faces. You pulled Seunghan into a hug once you guys were fully backstage. "That was amazing. We did great," you said, still holding the male in an embrace.

"Aren't you glad, you didn't back out now" Seunghan teased as he pulled away.

"Shut up" you laughed and slapped the boy on the arm. The pair of you made your way to the theater seats before the male stopped you.

"I have something to tell you"

"Okay"

"But not here. Let's go out to the hallway." You followed him out to the hallway. Seunghan rubbed his hands on his jeans as he cleared his throat. "Would it be alright to hold your hands?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

"Yeah, of course"

You allowed for the boy to grab your hands as you waited for him to tell you what he has to say. "I know that we only recently got close but I have to be honest with you before we get any closer. And I know that you viewed me as an asshole before this but I need you to know that I liked you. I've always liked you, maybe not the moment we met but since freshman year. I acted the way I did around you because I was nervous; it wasn't my intention to make you think I disliked you or to be an asshole. And I have nothing else to confess so it would be really great if you would say something".

"Seunghan, I will also admit that I did see you as annoying before all the practices. And I might not have liked you for as long as you have me but I've started seeing you in a better light. I'm not at the same level as you yet but I'm willing to get there if you'll be patient with me" you respond, as you looked at the male and your enjoined hands.

"Yeah, I can be patient" he said as he pulled you into a hug. "Here's to trying" he lightly joked. You laughed and nodded your head in agreement. The two of you walked back into the auditorium with your hands intertwined between you. You joined your friends at their seats, seating in the ones at the end of the row.

"Does this mean you still owe me?" Wonbin whispered to you as you settled down.

Bonus

"No chance, Wonnie.~ But I should thank you anyways" You whispered back to the long haired male.

"That's okay. Seunghan owes me anyways".

[the-moth-ex-angel]

Can’t believe I’m doing this

Um hello. This is Vaggie. Charlie’s FIANCÉE(I see every bullshit people said we’re just ‘friends’) and the manger of the Hazbin hotel. Let’s keep this short, don’t be a fucking jerk or whatever and we won’t have problems. Mess with me and you’ll have a spear coming at you.

My precious fiancée(my baby is missing) - @charlie-morningstar666

Her supportive(and surprisedly sweet) father/future father-in-law - @king--of--ducks

Charlie’s duck friend, Ducky - @ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer

Charlie’s parental figure, maybe??? - @dustsansm1

Worst Bitch in Hell - @blue-gem-overlord

Sassy Bitch - @lute-head-exterminator

(Plz know that this is for fun. Some posts will be OOC, but I’m just here for fun and giggles. Same mod that running @charlie-morningstar666 . PLZ be nice and no mean comments. Plz no NSFW stuff and just here to play around. Splatoon rp blog - @marina-ida link below

Lore page = @the-exes-lore

[themostwantedphighter]

bonjour, nous sommes français et j'aime manger de la poudre à canon

-the french

"'Scuse me? What does that mean??"

(OOC:

rough Google Translate translation: "hello, we are French and I like to eat gunpowder"

what)

[percy-jackson-is-a-seaweed-brain]

ooc:

im kinda like the manger for the pjo rp group and saying im not allowed to have discord

Y’all want a discord server for the rp?? (I’m part of kotlc rp and we have one there it’s rly useful)

[forthewinn]

I got the best news today that I’m going through training to be a supervisor

yes it’s a temp spot

but this is gonna open so many doors for me and I could cry

[etcrnalbonds]

When the fuck did tumblr get rid of JavaScript? Ya’ll making my come back difficult.

[pcrseverance]

it is FRIDAY and i should finally BE HERE AT THE WEEKEND and that thought has pulled me through my whole week

[mangher-a]

HELP ME

I'M ----

MY HEART'S ABOUT TO BURST!!!!!!!!!!!

SOBBING CRYING SHAI PLEASE LOOK PLEASE @ervaurem

HE LOOKS LIKE TERU AND HE'S A HAIRSTYLIST??????? I AM FUCKING LIVING!!!!

[stellcrblossom]

A yawned escaped from the females mouth. She wore the usual school uniform of the Seijoh school before she turned when she heard her name being called from somewhere behind her. Her brown eyes lit up in happiness when she saw her best friend Yuki. “Good morning Yu-Kun,” she said noticing some of the surrounding girls glaring at her. “Morning. Looks like some of the girls are to happy about you being the volleyball team’s manager,” he said slinging a arm around her shoulder.

Seeing her best friend Yuki “ Morning Yuki “ she said , seeing some of the girls eyeing her “ morning , looks like the girls aren’t to happy about you being manager “ he said slinging a arm around her shoulders before shooting his own glare back at the girls. He turned back to Emi when another sigh left her mouth. “Yeah. It��s all because of the team’s captain named Oikawa,” She said shifting her bag further up her shoulder. Her eyes lit up more when she saw a familiar male slouch walking ahead of them. “Matsu~” she called out waving at him when he turned his head. Her smile fell from her face as she heard whispered squeals.

“Oh no, he’s here,” she groaned hanging her head.

                                                           @chisupa​​ liked for Haikyuu AU .

[thcwidow]

guess who’s working all of 16.25 hours next week? lmao (next week as in... starting this wednesday and ending next tuesday because for some reason our schedules start on wednesdays). but heeeey it’s better than the 4.75 I got this week... aka today lol