#natasha solovyova

[bcrgondy]

open to: m / f / nb ( anyone 21+ ) muse: natasha solovyova ( 25 , mafia princess , bi )

" i like games , " that dangerous glint in her eyes catches the light like a cat in the dark . " what do i get if i win ? "

[scryarchives]

my girl natasya would definitely be annoyed at everything (but never dee and heavy).

consider this an intro post to my oc, natasha solovyova!! i do have lore for her, but id like it to be revealed in the story im working on rather than in infodump post, but if you follow me for my art and not so much my writing, here’s a quick summary:

- moody, 14

- “seal-the-deal” child (only child)

- mommy AND daddy issues

- found family!

i do have more works of her (i have 2 works lmao), so imma just dump them here (i did try to animate her with a style similar to the show’s)

disclaimer: im not an actual animator so i have no clue on what’s the right way to animate :’)

but that’s all for natasya! and i am super excited to make content of her more often!

art taglist: @tinkerbelle05 @mooncleaver @underwateredwrld @mcmisbehaving @neteyamrealgf @khany2026

[chaoticrebels]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Dimitri Nikolaevich Graves-Romanov NICKNAME. Dimi, Riri, Mimi, Niko, Romeo, DR. Graves ALIAS. Romanov Heir GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 6'3" AGE. Roughly around 28 - 30 ZODIAC. Cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Russian, French, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Brunette EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. White BODY TYPE. Athletic VOICE. xx

DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Straight SCARS. None TATTOOS. Several BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His striking features, versatile style, and charismatic demeanor

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Saint Petersburg, Russia HOMETOWN. Saint Petersburg, Russia SIBLINGS. None PARENTS. Nikolai Alexei Romanov & Anastasia Natasha Graves

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Prince, Streamer, Mafia Leader CURRENT RESIDENCE. Saint Petersburg, Russia CLOSE FRIENDS. Alexsey Solovyov, Maksim Morozov, Iyla Solovyova, Ekaterina Morozova RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single // Betrothed to Paul ;3<3 FINANCIAL STATUS. Extremely Wealthy DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes because he has a collection of vehicles he loves to drive CRIMINAL RECORD. None VICES. Flirty, Sarcasm, Stubborn, Impulsive, Spontaneous, Reckless, Charming

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Versatile LIBIDO. High TURN ON’S. Lip biting, neck kissing, being pushed up against a wall and kissed, dirty talk, sexual teasing, mystery, hair pulling, playing with the hair, spanking, being called daddy, foreplay, begging, exhibitionism, chocking TURN OFF’S.  Lack of foreplay, boredom, narrow-mindedness, poor hygiene, someone playing dumb to get attention, being used, bossy people, being controlled, rudeness, not being taken seriously, liars, bugs, druggies RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. When he is in a relationship he is loyal and devoted to his partner, he also very spontaneous and playful. He definitely loves keeping his partner on their toes, he finds excitement in the mystery so he keeps a bit of a  mystery to his relationship. However with him, he is like a cat when it comes to affection. And he can get a bit jealous to the point he gets a little possessive, so he definitely doesn't typically like sharing what's his. However he just wants his partner to be happy because they deserve nothing but happiness in his eyes, honestly he can be quite compassionate. He’ll also continue to try to woo his partner even after getting into a relationship with them, hell he'll spoil them because he absolutely loves surprising them. But the main thing is he definitely will love them with everything he has.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Love The Way You Hate Me - LIKE A STORM / Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya { In a male version clearly } / Rules -AViVA / Real One -Smash Into Pieces HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Causing mischief, listening music, singing, playing the guitar, flirting, going on adventures, rollerblading, skateboarding, hiking, streaming, painting his nails, drawing and coming up for stories, gaming, taking photos of things he finds interesting LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Both. PHOBIAS. Losing people he loves and cares about, not being good enough, messing up beyond repair, being a bother to people he loves and cares about. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. He has high confidence but he still has his insecurities. VULNERABILITIES. His willingness to do anything for the one’s he loves, he has a tendency to over think and doubt himself at times, his inability to choose between his parents, he's allergic to certain things, he's a bit reckless at time

[intrinsic-damnation]

On a scale of 1 to 10 how resistant the ROs are to a MC giving them puppy dog eyes

Callan: 10/10— you gotta do more than that to make him bend. He’ll find the effort amusing though and quite adorable in his own way. Though he wouldn’t admit as such to you.

Eirene: 2/10— she’s one of the most powerful people in the world. Who is done in by your puppy eyes being directed at her. Though she isn’t as susceptible as she used to be.

Drake: 6/10— sometimes it works with him and sometimes it doesn’t. It’s just a toss up depending on what it is you’re actually asking him for.

Natasha 0/10 or 11/10— depending on her mood that day she’ll either be super susceptible or not even bat an eye. Just one of the many unpredictable aspects of her personality. She’ll find you cute all the same though.

[aza-writes]

Blood Red : Chapter 2

Rich, Red, Magnificent

TW: A LOT of blood talk and kinda pervert-ish and sex worker-ish talk.

New York : 2016

It's stuffy in here. There are so many people moving back and forth, running from place to place. I always heard stories about New York, the city that never sleeps. No wonder they call it that, it's 3 am and people are running around this airport like it's about to explode. I've learned not to trust people so I grip my suitcase and my passport a little tighter.

Is the passport real? No.

Does it look real? Hell yes.

The reason the passport is fake: technically I don't exist. According to Russia Aleksandra Nikitina died in 2008 with her parents, but Alice Solovyova is alive and well, she's also an American citizen.

I get shuffled into a line with a woman checking passports. I have been waiting for about half an hour now standing next to a kid who doesn't know how to cover when he sneezes. Gross. I know why Dreykov trained women, boys are disgusting.

Dreykov.

The thought of Dreykov makes my heart feel heavy, I start to feel sad but I shake my head at the thought. Sadness is weakness, he taught me that. I focus on replacing this sad feeling with anger, another thing Dreykov taught me. It isn't hard to replace my sadness since I have someone to be angry at; Natasha Romanov. She took Dreykov from me.

By no means was Dreykov a saint, but he had a soft spot for me. Natasha gave him a bad reputation. If you obeyed him, he rewarded you. We only hurt those who deserved it. I never deserved to be harmed so I was never harmed. It was that simple. I was his pride, the KGB's best fighter. I was the first to be chosen for the hardest missions. There was a joke going around that I should be called the Golden Widow.

Being Dreykov's favorite came with its perks. I was allowed to go to fancy galas, yes it was to be a bodyguard but I got to wear dresses and makeup without being undercover. I was allowed one nice meal and a glass of champagne. I was spoiled compared to the other girls, but I never knew if they liked me or not. We didn't have true emotions besides anger and aggression. We could sometimes feel sadness but we wouldn't tell anyone, or we would be punished. There were two types of punishment: torture and death. Of course, there were different levels of torture but sometimes people begged for death after what they went through. With my punishment- no, don't think about it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Repress and forget.

"Next!"

The lady's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I didn't realize I'd been staring off for 5 minutes. I stayed silent as I handed her my passport and a fake ID. The lady looked at my papers and then back to my face.

"Russia?"

"Yes ma'am." I did my best American accent, which was very good if I do say so myself.

"You're a fan of the cold huh?" Her small talk is absolutely pathetic. She's just here to wear out the clock like everyone else here. Americans are supposed to be nice so I put on a fake smile and try to not roll my eyes.

"Yes ma'am, I have family there." I smile trying to look innocent. God knows that my ledger doesn't just have blood in it, it's drowning with blood, smothered. Innocent is the complete opposite of me, in every sense of the word.

The lady hands me my papers back after stamping my passport. "Welcome back to the United States Ms. Solovyova." I smile and grab my papers. I can't get out of this hell while they call an airport fast enough.

• • • • • •

The taxi driver is my kind of guy; no talking, no bullshit. I have no place to go to, but fake it until you make it right? That should be America's motto. Everyone here is fake, it's disgusting and almost poetic. It reminds me of the cartoon movie with the superhero family. If everyone is fake, then no one is.

I look in my backpack to see how much money I have. $1,000. That's it. I have $1,000 to live off of in one of the most expensive cities in America. I need a way to make money as a female who stopped attending school years ago and has no skills other than ballet and how to kill someone without leaving evidence. Totally normal things for a 16-year-old to know how to do.

Finally, the driver stops at a run-down motel in Hell's Kitchen, the cheapest place I could find. I quickly grab my bags and toss the man his money, he's acting like a creep. Right on cue, I hear gunshots. I make a mental note of my surroundings before walking into the bacteria playground of a motel, my gun is tucked into the back of my jeans. After having another mind-numbing conversation with the mouth breather at the front desk I finally get to rest. After being awake for 72 hours, I get to lie on a bed. I don't know what possessed me but I giggled when I laid down on it. It has some sort of stuffing to it, making it automatically ten times better than I was predicting. I take out a pair of handcuffs and after fastening it to the bed, I clip the other side to my wrist. I remove the pillow from the bed and start to drift off to sleep. Old habits die hard.

• • • • • •

It's dark. I try to open my eyes but they feel like they're swollen shut. There's blood on me, some mine, some not. Footsteps are getting louder and louder until they stop. I can feel the person's body next to me, their breath against my face.

"Попробуй еще раз, где мальчик?"

(Try again, where is the boy?)

My breath gets caught in my throat.

"Я не знаю. Я так и не нашел его."

(I don't know. I never found him)

A sigh comes from the guard's lips. "Я верил в тебя." (I had faith in you). I hear him take his belt. "Подумай еще раз, Сложнее." (think again, harder).

I can hear the belt move back and swooshing towards my face, I try to brace for impact and-

My eyes open so fast that the room appears blurry. When they finally adjust I look at the alarm clock. 5:46 am. I groan. Only one and a half hours of sleep. I unlock myself from the handcuff going to grab the water bottle out of my bag when I hear the most obnoxious sound coming from the room next to me, a baby crying.

My water bottle is warm. I'm trying to think if it's worth it to go to the ice machine but that baby's whaling is distracting me.

Deep breaths, happy thoughts, happy things.

Okay, just go get ice and- OH FOR FUCK SAKE WILL THAT BABY SHUT UP

I shake my head, I'm over-tired and I need to sleep. I decided to walk outside to get some fresh air. As I step outside the sound of a baby crying is replaced with city sounds, mostly traffic. I don't pay too much attention to the sounds until I hear footsteps, not coming toward me, but there's a voice attached to them. It's foreign, but nothing exotic. Most likely Northwestern Europe. Most likely on the phone. He's speaking... mandarin? Definitely mandarin. I take a small peak around the corner and notice his suit. Expensive fabric, another warning sign. Why the fuck is there a European guy speaking mandarin outside of the motel I just so happen to be staying at? That doesn't add up.

I pull the gun out from the back of my jeans and slowly walk toward the voice. The sounds get momentarily distant, meaning his back is towards me. I take this opportunity to swing my legs up and around his neck, pulling him to the ground while knocking his phone out of his hand in the process. I wrap one arm around his neck, my legs pinning him close to my body so he can't move and I point my gun at his temple. "你为谁工作?" (Who do you work for?).

"你他妈的不关你的事" (none of your business)

"Fucking answer me. Or I swear I'll blow your brains out."

"Kinky." He smirks. What a pervert.

While he's giggling about his brilliant, note the sarcasm, joke I bring his face into my knee. "I'm a minor jackass."

"Makes you worth more amongst buyers." He then brings a hand up to grab my gun. I need information so don't shoot him, but I hit him with the end. He gets up and tries to grab me, he's starting to really piss me off now.

We went back and forth a bit then bam, I get him in the nose. Blood. Rich, red, magnificent blood. My throat gets dry, my eyes start to slowly dilate.

I wanna make him bleed more.

I aim for the mouth, if I knock out a tooth it'll poor from his lips. The world around him gets darker, and the man himself turns black and white. I can only see blood, the bright red is intoxicating to look at. I keep kicking and attacking with no end. I get his mouth, then his ear, and finally I got to knock him to the ground. I climb on top of him punishing him over and over and over and over again. I bet no one could recognize him, not even his mother. I smile slightly, no it's a full-on giddy grin. He's gasping for air, there's blood all over his face, my hands, and a bit on my face. I brush the hair out of his face. "Тсс, там, я буду милосерден" (Shhhh, there there, I'll be merciful). He tries to get out some words, but I grab the back of his head with one hand, then...

Snap.

"Oops." I spit on him. "Мать-ублюдок." (Mother fucker)

I look down and see all the blood. I caused that. My goofy smile returns. The smell is overwhelming my senses. The feeling on my fingers is better than silk. I haven't allowed myself to kill like this in so long that I'm almost too caught up to hear the car pull up behind me.

Keyword: almost

I look up to see two men, clearly pissed at me. I grab my gun with my right hand aiming it at one of the two men. The bad thing about going undercover is I'm limited to the guns I can carry at my disposal. I raise my left hand too, I have my taser bracelet on.

The man on my left pulled out his gun, As I'm about to fire my gun I feel a soft sting in my neck. Not this again. I shoot my taser at the man to my right, at least he drops. I turn and fire it at two other men: both drop. My throat becomes dry in a new way, not the good kind. I drop to the ground. I start to cough. The men are talking, I think in English, but my mind is too fuzzy to comprehend anything. What I can comprehend are four blurry bodies. Oh fuck. I could have never taken seven men alone. T-that was... that was what was was good about the Widow p-p-p-program, we were never alone.

• • • • • •

Masterlists

[bcrgondy]

open to: m / f / nb ( anyone 21+ ) plot: ' mean girl probably has a crush on you / your muse was playing truth or dare on her birthday party and doesn't wanna do their dare for whatever reason (feel free to go wild w what the dare is she's unhinged)' muse: natasha solovyova ( 25 , mafia princess , bi )

" it's my birthday . everyone plays by my rules . you do what i say . " that honed antagonism lashes from her tongue , cutting and unkind ; unyielding in the way her eyes are unyielding . she's unhappy -- and so , everyone else must be too . the corner of her mouth flicker , the soft-lit nuance of distaste and annoyance coiled there , framed by wisps of swan-blonde hair . " everyone else did their dare . what's so special about you ? "

[chaoticrebels]

NAME : Dimitri Nikolaevich Graves-Romanov

NICKNAME : Dimi, Riri, Mimi, Niko, Romeo, DR. Graves

AGE : 28 - 30

BIRTH DATE : July 17

GENDER : Male

ORIENTATION : Pansexual

LOCATION : Saint Petersburg, Russia { Has homes in several places around the world }

PROFESSION : Prince, Streamer, Mafia Leader

SPECIES : Human

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English, Russian, French, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian

HEIGHT : 6'3"  

WEIGHT : 168 lbs

HAIR : Brunette

EYES : Brown

TATTOOS : Several

PIERCINGS : A Few { Upper and lower earlobe piercings, upper, mid, lower helix piercings, forward helix piercing, industrial piercing }

SCARS : None

FACE CLAIM : Francisco Lachowski

FACTS

Is the rightful Emperor of Russia

Was an edgy angst filled reckless teenager who got into several fights and is still an edgy reckless trouble marker

Knows how to sing

Can play the guitar, electric and acoustic

Can play the drums and piano

Has a collection of cars, motorcycles, trucks

Paints his nails

Has studied martial arts, studying in Wada Ryu Karate, Kickboxing, Judo, Shaolin Kung Fu, Tiger Crane and Snake style Kung Fu and Sanjero Kung Fu because of his father

Is adept with numerous weapons

Had been modeling since he was young because of his mother

Knows how to change his voice and does it when he needs to

Is like a cat when it comes to affection

No control on what comes out of his lips at times

Comes from a wealthy family and is wealthy even without his family money

Dislikes tea, prefers coffee or hot coco

Likes to sleep in the middle of the bed, prefers the right side when sleeping with someone.

Loves Disney & Sailor Moon

Loves the movie Anastasia, mainly because he is fascinated with his family history surrounding them

Is fascinated with the Titanic as well

Can see and talk to spirits

Is fascinated by the supernatural

Loves to skateboard, surf, snowboard

Loves adventures and loves to explore

Enjoys photography

Is allergic to cranberries, pineapples, soy

Only cares for a few animals and insects

Hates cockroaches, worms, and flies

FAMILY

Nikolai Alexei Romanov - Father

Anastasia Natasha Graves - Mother

Emiko Kasumi Sakurai† - Wife

Akemi Raisa Sakurai-Romanova - Daughter

Alexei Romanov - Paternal Grandfather

Raisa Romanova - Paternal Grandmother

Taisiya Romanova - Paternal Aunt

Luka Romanov - Paternal Great Grandfather

Mika Romanova† - Paternal Great Grandmother

Yuri Romanov† - Paternal Great Uncle

Katya Romanova - Paternal Great Aunt

Leika Romanov - Paternal Great Uncle

Artemis Graves - Maternal Grandfather

Ksenia Graves - Maternal Grandmother

Makari Graves - Maternal Uncle

Damien Graves - Maternal Great Grandfather

Tatiana Graves† - Maternal Great Grandmother

Alena Graves† - Maternal Great Aunt

Samara Graves† - Maternal Great Aunt

Ryusei Sakurai - Father In Law

Mitsuki Sakurai - Mother in Law

Takara Sakurai - Sister in Law

Kosuke Sakurai - Brother in Law

Nikolai Romanov ❪ Nicholas II of Russia ❫† - Paternal Ancestor

Alexandra Fyodorovna† - Paternal Ancestor

Olga Nikolaevna Romanova† - Paternal Ancestor

Tatiana Nikolaevna Romanova† - Paternal Ancestor

Maria Nikolaevna Romanova† - Paternal Ancestor

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova† - Paternal Ancestor

Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov† - Paternal Ancestor

CONNECTIONS

Alexsey Solovyov - Best Friend / Second in Command { Has been in love with Dimitri since they were kids }

Maksim Morozov - Best Friend / Third in Command

Iyla Solovyova - Best Friend / Assistant

Ekaterina Morozova - Best Friend / Assistant

Alyosha Raskolnikov - Bodyguard

Artemas Raskolnikov - Bodyguard

Akilina Belova - Bodyguard

Nastashia Makara - Bodyguard { Has a crush on Dimitri }

Kiska Novikova - Capo

Nika Novikov - Capo

Vika Novikov - Capo

Zoria Aslanov - Soldier

Karina Makarov - Soldier

Matvey Orlov - Soldier

Jalena Agapova - Soldier

Mikhail Agapov - Soldier { Has a crush on Dimitri }

Hakoda Kazeev - Soldier { Has a crush on Dimitri }

Anatoli Alexeyev - Soldier { Has a crush on Dimitri }

Sitka Alexeyeva - Soldier { Has a crush on Dimitri }

Niurka Alexeyeva - Soldier

Olya Sokolova - Driver

Jeremie Garin - Driver

Veronika Rostova - Ex Girlfriend

Atsuko Haruki - Ex Girlfriend

Svetlana Karenina - Ex Girlfriend

Rue Nakamura- Ex Boyfriend

Nyx Kinsella - Ex Boyfriend

Kimika Kimura - Ex Boyfriend

Rania Akamai - Ex Fling

Electra Ricci - Ex Fling

Riki Koizumi - Ex Fling

Nikita Nikitin - Ex Fling

Kazimir Rasputin - Enemy { Obsessed with the Romanov family }

Norvina Dorofeeva - Enemy { Kazimir's assistant and advisory }

Zathura Alatyrtsev - Enemy { Is in love and obsessed with Dimitri but is jealous of Dimitri at the same time }

Gorky Laskin - Enemy { Zathura's Goon }

Simeon Laskin - Enemy { Zathura's Goon }

[intrinsic-damnation]

Saw this ask another blog; what is your favorite thing about your story characters?

I’ll do one of my favorite things about them with a romanced MC.

Callan: I love his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. He’s like cool you just got shot been there done that. While also internally freaking out because he actually does care and he definitely doesn’t want you to be there right now. Will totally call you a dumbass though. Cause he doesn’t know what else to do.

Eirene: She’s one of the most powerful people in the world. But for you? She’s the biggest sap in the entire world. Gets all soft and heart eyed the moment you walk into a room. Always sports the sweetest smile when you’re around.

Drake: He doesn’t take high risk jumps. He likes to assess the situation before taking the big leap. For you? He’ll gladly jump blind off a plane if it meant keeping you just a little longer.

Natasha: She’s certifiable in some regards. Has no qualms about killing people in order to get something done. She has killed many people, her body is a weapon in itself, but she’s the softest bean with you. May blow up on anyone that dares hurt you but will be doe eyed for you. While possibly being speckled with blood.

[intrinsic-damnation]

How would ROs in relationship stage react to someone telling them all these badass stories about MC's time as a Guardian while RO sees MC just being a giant dork in the background?

Callan: His brow raises in a silent question, hazel eyes slowly slipping past the interloper towards you. Gaze narrowing in silent disbelief that you could be anything but a dumbass. “Them?” He asks with thinly veiled amusement. “I know what the stories say but my own eyes say something else.”

Eirene: “The stories may exaggerate a small bit,” she replies with a gentle smile quirking her lips. Eyes shimmering with soft adoration as she watches you try to do gymnastics in the background. “Not to say that they aren’t bad ass. I just think it’s important to realize there was also the rest of us there too.”

Drake: Shaking his head, he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ve heard all of these stories before,” he grumbles, leaning back against the wall. “And every time I hear them something shifts. It wasn’t ten robots it was twenty. I have a hard time believing anything that comes out of your mouth. I know that they’re bad ass but I learn from sight. Not from stories derived from gossip.”

Natasha: Listening to the stories with apt attention, legs crossed and head cocked to the side, she grins widely at the depictions. Blue eyes glinting with the telltale signs of her mischievous personality. “Really now?” She purrs with a slight upturn of her lips. “If they can do all of that I might have to start getting rougher with them. To keep things balanced and fun.”

[intrinsic-damnation]

The cast as Brooklyn 99 quotes? If you don’t mind.

Callan:

Eirene (Natasha is totally Jake in this scenario):

Drake:

Natasha:

The Idiot Twins (Villains; with the Heroes being Amy):

[intrinsic-damnation]

Halloween 🎃 ask how would the ROs react if they went to a haunted house with MC and they got so scared they latched themselves in to the RO arm

Callan: “It’s a volleyball tied to a string,” he sighs with a soft shake of his head. Though he begrudges your hold on his arm. Making sure that you were tucked into his side as the journey continues. “God forbid it’s a basketball next time.”

Eirene: Smiling gently, she bumps her hip against yours. Warmth exuding from her green eyes as she glances at you. “Everything all right?” She tilts her head. “Do we need to turn back?”

Drake: Knowing what was about to happen, he easily pulls you against his side and shifts. Making sure that his body was in front of whatever it was that was about to scare you. “You know we can turn back, right? No one will think any less of you if we do.”

Natasha: Stiffening, almost on instinct at the smell of your fear, she turns her razor sharp eyes to the darkened surroundings. A warning growl rumbling up from deep within her chest. One arm securely wrapping around you. “Don’t worry, pumpkin, I’ll keep ya safe.”

[intrinsic-damnation]

So how are the Ro's like when they're jealous? How would they handle someone putting the moves on the MC when they're present? Really excited for this WIP I'm so happy you've decided to share it with us^^

Callan: He gets really catty about it. Will act like it doesn’t bother him but will stay closer to you than he normally does. Eyes fixed in a hard glare as he stares at the person that thinks they can take you from him. Will definitely be more affectionate than he normally is in public. Anything to keep your attention on him.

Eirene: She gets petulant. Pouting as she watches your attention slip from her to someone else. If she notices that said person is trying to put the moves on you? You’ll suddenly notice the way the air in the room seems to shift. Or how the person that is flirting with you lands on their ass from some unseen force. With Eirene appearing beside you with a gentle smile.

Drake: Will immediately steer clear of anyone he knows will start flirting on you. As he knows their intentions before they even say one word. And he doesn’t have to read their minds to know what they’d like to do to you. It’s not something he can stomach thinking about so he’ll always stay by your side. No matter what.

Natasha: The person flirting with you really wants to sign their life away, huh? It will take everything within Natasha not to throttle the person that thinks they can take you from her. A possessive heat slowly scorching across her body as she sidles closer and closer to you. Very much a predator scoping out her prey. If the person gets too close? Natasha will be there with an acidic smile and venomous words. The glint of metal in her hands, just partially out of view, telling them all that they need to know. Back the fuck up.

All of them would be all right with innocent flirting though. Meaning the person is just being kind and it could come across as flirting. They also know that the MC can be seen as attractive by other people— they’re not dumb, but they definitely want people to know the MC is off the market.

[intrinsic-damnation]

angsty ask: how would the RO’s react if MC took a fatal hit for them?

Callan: His entire body stills at the sight of your crumpled form laying before him. A normally sharp kind not being able to process what exactly he was seeing, because it couldn’t possibly be true. You couldn’t possibly be gone.

Torn from him like all the others. Another nameless face in his sea of misery. A constant pressure on his heart; the only mantra echoing with each dull thud being you failed.

Dropping to his knees, forgetting about the battle waging around him, he cradles your head on his lap. Pulling you to him as if he could still protect you. He knew that you were gone. He knew that it was because of him.

He just didn’t want to believe it.

Eirene: A wordless scream escapes her mouth at the sight of you following. Only her powers keep you from crashing harshly into the ground. The wind picks up speed as she collapses next to you. Dry sobs erupting from her lips.

“No, no, no,” she cries while her tears mix with the pelting rain. “This can’t be happening. I’ve already lost you once. I can’t lose you again.”

Lowering her head, she tries desperately to ignore how still you were. How pale you have already gotten as each second ticked by. She knew that you were gone; knows that you were dead before you hit the ground.

But that doesn’t stop her wails from mixing perfectly with the thunderous cries of the storm tearing through the battlefield.

Drake: He knew what was going to happen before it did. Knows that he was about to lose the most precious thing in his life. He tries to cry out, tries to stop you, but there was nothing he could do. For all his foresight he couldn’t save you.

Wordlessly he has to watch as you crumple to the ground. Blood dripping onto the ground from a wound that was meant for him. A wound that he knew was going to get before you decided to intercept.

Lowering himself to the ground, he gently wraps his arms around your form. His head lowering to nuzzle into your neck. Trying to inhale as much of your scent as he could before it was gone. Memorizing what it felt like to have you in his arms once last time.

He knew the moment the bullet left its chamber that you were going to die.

He just wishes he had been faster.

Natasha: An animalistic howl erupts from her lips at the sight of your still form. She focuses entirely on you as she slides across the ground to get to you. Frantic blue eyes searching for any sign of life as she clutches at your slack face.

“Baby?” She murmurs with tears slowly sliding down her face. Blood and dead bodies were old friends at this point, but yours? She’d do anything to unsee the pallid complexion to your skin. Lifeless eyes staring up towards the sky. Crimson liquid slowly makes a halo around your body.

Lifting her head, she locks eyes with the person who took you from her. Her fingers flexed in preparation for what she was about to do.

Her malicious smile is straight out of a nightmare. Voice dropping to a deep-set growl. “You better run, you piece of shit. Because when I catch you I’m going to rip you limb from fucking limb.”

[intrinsic-damnation]

How would the ROs react if MC try’s to kiss them but their too smol

Callan: A teasing smile appears on his lips at the sight of your struggle. Hazel eyes glinting with good humor as he dips his head towards you. "Need help?"

Eirene: "Just ask," she huffs with an exasperated smile pulling at her lips. Her head already dipping down so her lips could get reacquainted with yours. "That's all you have to do but you'd rather suffer in silence."

Drake: Tilting his head to the side for a moment, Drake smiles softly down at you. His body stooping lower to make it a more comfortable position for you. "There you go, love."

Natasha: "Oh! Aren't you just the cutest?" She coos as she easily picks you up with her hands clutching your thighs. Pressing you up against a nearby wall as she grins at you. "Do I get a reward, pumpkin?"

[intrinsic-damnation]

Sooooooooo what's MC's powers?

I am actually still deciding that… I’m trying to make a central power that the player can adapt with. (Sort of like Fallen Hero.) I have a few in mind that I know can work for the story… I just need to figure them out.

In case you’re wondering the ROs powers:

Callan: Can make himself invisible for short instances of time. He can also make himself mist like; making it easy for him to slip through objects. (Becoming fully invisible exhausts him.)

Eirene: She’s very much like Storm— hence her name Tempest. She can conjure powerful storms that bend to her will. Sort of like if she was the child of Poseidon.

Drake: He can read people’s minds but he doesn’t do so often. As he thinks it’s an invasion of their privacy. So, because of his power, he can just predict things that are about to happen. Making him a crucial aspect in a fight.

Natasha: Her powers give her a boost to strength, agility, and stamina. (Hence why she’s called Huntress.) She has heightened senses but she mainly relies on her agility and reflexes. Especially when she’s going in for a kill.

[intrinsic-damnation]

This one is a popular ask so I wanted to know the answers for Intrinsic ROs (if that is okay with you of course) : how would the ROs save the MC's contact in their phone before they're in a relationship and when they are in a relationship?

Callan: Dumbass // My Dumbass 💞

Eirene: Nickname // Dearest One 💙

Drake: First Name Last Name // Lovely ♥️

Natasha: Target #1 // ✨Baby✨