#ooc: i am literally obsessed with stranger things~

[selfishdoll]

❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

SUMMARY ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

CONTENT WARNING ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

vampires so mentions of blood, bloodsucking, period blood, etc. | self-indulgent asf (reader wears glasses) | semi-public sex | sukuna is a drummer & vampire | ooc sukuna | mean dom! sukuna | praise & degradation | use of the word “groupie” to mock at first but later used as a term of endearment(?) | “pet names” (pretty, doll, minx, sweetheart, etc) | strangers to lovers(? there may be a part two to this) | rough sex | manhandling | throat fucking | sukuna comes on reader’s glasses | pussy drunk sukuna & cock drunk reader | tipsy sex (buzzed really) | sukuna & reader match energy fr. try to see who folds first | denied orgasms | spanking | fingering | etc. if i forgot something tell me please.

NOTE ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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Memory | Grimmjow x Reader

PAIRING: Grimmjow x reader

This definitely could seem a bit ooc and a bit messy, but I am out of practice. No warnings.

Ok so I finally started Bleach, and I am obsessed with Grimmjow. So much that I just had to write something down. Might do some parts to this, I have some ideas.

There was a time in your life, where you and Grimmjow were something that resembled friends.

Or at least had something that was the closest thing to friendship someone like him could probably achieve.

When you were 17, he just was there. He showed up in your kitchen, to this day you have no clue as to actually why, but he was there. It was obvious that he was not really a human, that kind of scary mask gave it away. 

As you were prepping your lunch, you noticed someone was behind you; looking around you saw this musclemass of a man (well, not really) standing there. Rather than screaming or freaking out you just looked at him confused. 

You already noticed weird things happening in your world, with people dressed In black running around like nobody is watching, monsters appearing and disappearing,  but this was something new.

The man with the blue hair was smiling, when he noticed that you could see him.

“Huh, so you can see me?”

“Of course I can, you are right in front of me”, you said nonchalantly. For some reason, a literal stranger, or something (judging by the hole in his stomach), appearing did not phase you.

“Are you not gonna scream or anything?”, he asked and came a step closer to you.

“What’s that gonna help?”

He stopped his movement and grinned slightly. 

That was how you met the Arrancar. It kind of matched perfectly, he was an aggressive and self obsessed person and you were bored by your own life and could hold up with his sass. He told you about his world, appearing every two days or so in your room. He told you about his fights, you told him very little about your life. Mainly because you felt like it was uneventful, especially comparing it to his.

But you taught him about small things, like your morning coffee ritual, or what a book is.

Neither of you would admit, that you enjoyed each others company, but you obviously did. It became a routine, Grimm knew at what time you got to bed and made sure to come by earlier than that. Sometimes he came by before you went off to school and got on the bus with you, and gave nasty comments about the people around you. 

It was nice like that, you felt a bit more alive by hearing about these unreal things happening to him; you felt like you were a part of it. 

It was a Sunday night, a day he always came by. Your parents went out with your brother to your uncles house, you said you had homework to do. You prepped his sandwich, he loved smoked salmon. 

And then you waited.

And waited.

The sun went up and you went to school the next day but he still did not come.

A week went by.

Then weeks.

Then months.

He just became a memory after a while. You were angry, but you knew you had no right to be angry. You were very much aware that he just talked to you for his entertainment, you definetly were not entitled to his presence.

Years went by and you graduated high school, got enrolled in university and now also finally got your first apartment. 

But he still was not there.

He sometimes crossed your mind, especially when you were accomplishing regular milestones. You moved out after you almost lost your mind living with your parents; it definetly was not the nicest experience. And it was not the nicest apartment, but anywhere you could be free was good enough.

Moving all of your stuff alone was a hassle, you were strong, but still. The sun was setting and your apartment was getting darker; and there were still some boxes lying around. 

“I’ll get this done before I sleep…”you mumbled to yourself.

But suddenly the air changed into something oddly familiar.

“Might need some help?”

[roleplay-today]

24/nb seeking 21+ stranger things roleplayers interested in a steddie plot.

it's that time of year again where i get magically transported to 2021 where i obsessed over this pairing. something about the odd couple aspect of their relationship, the found family nature of the show, and the Yearning TM just gets to me, man. i was hoping to write eddie in kind of a fix-it style au where he survives the events of s4. one where he was able to actually be dragged out of the upside down and everything was actually resolved before the return to hawkins. i just think it's fun to play through them in a budding relationship shrouded in both shared and non-shared traumas.

semi-lit to literate writing style. i am a big ooc yapper, so please be prepared for that when you connect. i like to really hash out our plot instead of just jumping straight into writing. love love love sharing mood boards, musings, and headcanons.

if this seems like something you would be interested, please like this post and i'll reach out from there!! :)

[findroleplay]

🕊️🥭hello! i (19 f, literate, multi paragraph, 3rd person) am looking for an 18+ rp partner! i’m looking for f/f (trans ocs welcome!) though i’m willing to do m/m or m/f (i prefer m/f where the female is the more dominant personality in the relationship). i much prefer oc x oc, though i very occasionally will do canon x canon and will never do oc x canon.

time periods i’d like to set the rps in would be the 1800s (either european nobility or american wild west), the 40s, 80s, 2000s, or modern day! some tropes/dynamics i’d enjoy would be: enemies/lovers, prissy/carefree, serious/sly, childhood friends reunited, celeb/celeb or celeb/employee, forbidden romance, outcast/prep, and more!

here’s a list of fandoms i enjoy and would like to rp in, though i’m currently looking more for fandomless (including canon ships im open to, bold is ones i would like to play!):

• the last of us

• star wars

• red dead redemption

• game of thrones/house of the dragon

• stranger things (steve/eddie, steve/billy, steve/eddie/billy)

• harry potter (sirius/remus, sirius/james)

• marvel (peter parker/matt murdock)

• the witcher

• percy jackson

*** while i’m aware all of the canon ships i enjoy are m/m, i would love to do aus- specifically a genderbend one!***

i am 100% a fan of nsfw (give me all the filth lol) and am open to softer dead dove topics (age gaps, power dynamics, toxicity). while most of my characters tend to lean towards sub, i’m totally open to playing a switch if that’s a hard line. limits/wants will be discussed in dms!

i will only rp on discord and would prefer to make a specific server for any hypothetical ships so it’s easier to keep oc and ooc seperate. i would love to become friends ooc as well- chat about our days, interests, etc. i also am a bit obsessed with pinterest and would probably end up making a board/adding a section to my multi-character board for any ocs in ships! i would love to double in the sense of having multiple ships, whether in the same universe or not, but if they’re in the same universe i’d prefer the different pairings to be separate most of the time so it’s easier for me to keep track of things, lol.

i request you use realistic fcs (i prefer to use models myself, but am ok with actors) and am not open to strictly art/game/etc fcs, though art mixed with a realistic fc is ok! i will do my best to reply every couple days, though if i get into it there’s a possibility i’ll reply multiple times a day. i have severe adhd and my brain subscribes to “out of sight, out of mind” so i do forget to reply sometimes & am okay with soft prodding every 3/4 days in the dms to remind me! on that vein, i like to do rp-like headcanons in the form of short paragraphs to keep my muse up, which will also help remind of any replies that need to be sent. if you’re still here and interested, please like this post and i’ll dm you! <3

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[dark-roleplay-finder]

🕊️🥭 hello! i (19 f, literate, multi paragraph) am looking for an 18+ rp partner! i’m open to all pairings (m/m, f/f, m/f) though i lean towards the lgbt ones and tend to prefer m/f where the female is the more dominant personality in the relationship. i prefer oc/oc, though i very occasionally will do canon/canon! i also rping in ships that are based off/inspired by fandom ships- for example, a oc/oc ship inspired by steve/eddie from stranger things. below are a list of fandoms i enjoy and would like to rp in!

the last of us

star wars

red dead redemption

game of thrones/house of the dragon

stranger things

harry potter (one of the few canon/canon ships i would be willing to do would be sirius/remus or sirius/james, with me as sirius!)

the hunger games

marvel

the witcher (though i’m the least informed on this one as i just recently started playing the witcher 3)

percy jackson

shadowhunters

and probably more i’m forgetting! some tropes/dynamics i’d be interest in exploring are:

targaryen incest

power imbalance; i.e. younger/older, ruler/subject, master/padawan (16+ on that front), etc.

morally grey characters

love/lust at first sight with denial

overly possessive/jealous

shared trauma

codependency

i am 100% a fan of nsfw (give me all the filth lol) and while most of my characters tend to lean towards sub, it really just depends on the character/what my rp partner prefers! i’m totally open to switches/doms or even no nsfw at all. i won’t do any nsfw including noncon (dubcon is ok), scat, vore, vomit, knifeplay, etc.

i will only rp on discord and would prefer to make a specific server for any hypothetical ships so it’s easier to keep oc and ooc seperate. i would love to become friends ooc as well- chat about our days, interests, etc. i also am a bit obsessed with pinterest and would probably end up making a board/adding a section to my multi-character board for any ocs in ships! i would love to double in the sense of having multiple ships, whether in the same universe or not, but if they’re in the same universe i’d prefer the different pairings to be separate most of the time so it’s easier for me to keep track of things, lol.

i use realistic fcs (i use models, but am ok with actors) and am not open to strictly art/game/etc fcs, though art mixed with a realistic fc is ok! i think that’s everything but i’m sure i’ve forgotten something. if you’re still here and interested, please like this post and i’ll dm you! <3

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[findyourrp]

🕊️🥭 hello! i (19 f, literate, multi paragraph, 3rd person) am looking for an 18+ rp partner! i’m looking for f/f (trans ocs welcome!) though i’m willing to do m/m or m/f (i prefer m/f where the female is the more dominant personality in the relationship). i much prefer oc x oc, though i very occasionally will do canon x canon and will never do oc x canon.

time periods i’d like to set the rps in would be the 1800s (either european nobility or american wild west), the 40s, 80s, 2000s, or modern day! some tropes/dynamics i’d enjoy would be: enemies/lovers, prissy/carefree, serious/sly, childhood friends reunited, celeb/celeb or celeb/employee, forbidden romance, outcast/prep, and more!

here’s a list of fandoms i enjoy and would like to rp in, though i’m currently looking more for fandomless (including canon ships im open to, bold is ones i would like to play!):

• the last of us

• star wars

• red dead redemption

• game of thrones/house of the dragon

• stranger things (steve/eddie, steve/billy, steve/eddie/billy)

• harry potter (sirius/remus, sirius/james)

• marvel

• the witcher

• percy jackson

*** while i’m aware all of the canon ships i enjoy are m/m, i would love to do aus- specifically a genderbend one!***

i am 100% a fan of nsfw (give me all the filth lol) and while most of my characters tend to lean towards sub, i’m totally open to playing a switch if that’s a hard line. limits/wants will be discussed in dms!

i will only rp on discord and would prefer to make a specific server for any hypothetical ships so it’s easier to keep oc and ooc seperate. i would love to become friends ooc as well- chat about our days, interests, etc. i also am a bit obsessed with pinterest and would probably end up making a board/adding a section to my multi-character board for any ocs in ships! i would love to double in the sense of having multiple ships, whether in the same universe or not, but if they’re in the same universe i’d prefer the different pairings to be separate most of the time so it’s easier for me to keep track of things, lol.

i use realistic fcs (i use models, but am ok with actors) and am not open to strictly art/game/etc fcs, though art mixed with a realistic fc is ok! i will do my best to reply every couple days, though if i get into it there’s a possibility i’ll reply multiple times a day. i have severe adhd and my brain subscribes to “out of sight, out of mind” so i do forget to reply sometimes & am okay with soft prodding every 3/4 days in the dms to remind me! on that vein, i like to do rp-like headcanons in the form of short paragraphs to keep my muse up, which will also help remind of any replies that need to be sent. if you’re still here and interested, please like this post and i’ll dm you! <3

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[rpersearch]

hello 👋

20+ she/her, I am currently looking for new roleplay partners. Please be 18+ or 20+ that would be even better, I do not roleplay with minors. I only roleplay on discord and I tend to be very invested (expect edits, headcanons…) and I love to chat ooc!

Stranger Things :

My biggest obsession of the moment. I am looking for someone to play Eddie Munson against my female OC. I am opened to double ups! I can play all characters and I am even opened to play Eddie for your oc if that is something you would like.

Harry Potter :

I am looking to play either Wolfstar or Drarry. I would mostly be interested in playing Draco for drarry and Sirius for Wolfstar but I am opened to play either. I have a few plots in mind!

Literacy :

I can be literate to semi literate. The more I write, the less I would be able to respond though in a day obviously. I can be very active as my brain is constantly seeking to write and I’ll definitely let you know if I can’t respond for a certain amount of time.

If you’re used to ghosting please don’t interact with this post, do it if you’re really interested ❤️

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[luciensfox]

ACOSF Thoughts...

Don’t read unless you wish to be spoiled! Here are some things I can’t get out of my head after finishing the book...

Well first and foremost, I absolutely adore Nessian (as I always have but now it’s even more so) and I’m incredibly pleased with the direction it seems that SJM is leading Nesta’s character development! I’ve always wanted a badass warrior Nesta and I got way more than I figured (short of her growing wings at any time as I think some Valkyrie myths depict, this is amazing/ especially with all of the parallels people drew with her and Enalius). She’s going to make for an interesting character in the coming books and dare I say...commander Nesta. Oh, yes.

Of course I’ve always been obsessed with Lucien and nothing has changed on that front, but I’m even more intrigued now because we still need so many answers. When will it be revealed that he’s the heir of the Day Court? What’s the standings between he and Tamlin? With Vassa and Jurian? With his mother/ brothers? His mate? We literally got only two or three scenes with Luc involved so I knew nothing would be resolved in this novella, however I’m even more excited to see how Eris will play into his character arc come the next story (because you cannot convince me that SJM would put more emphasis on Eris than Lucien in this book and not intend for some brotherly angst in the future). Eris is also an anomaly and maybe it’s because I’m obsessed with the mysterious nature of whatever the hell is happening in the Autumn Court, but I really can’t wait to see what’s up with him and the rest of his family. (Also....the ballroom scene with Nest and Eris dancing to what is supposed to reflect Black Swan was one of my absolute favorite scenes.) Does Eris secretly desire peace and wants to take over Autumn not for power but to make amends and heal/ bring back glory to his home? And what exactly happened with Mor? SJM put so much emphasis on that too and we still have no idea.

I LOVE Gwyneth and Emerie. The triad of Valkyries was honestly the best part of the whole book for me. I know everyone is quick to match up characters with potential romances/ mates etc and it sounds like that’s what will happen with these two...but let’s not forget that they’re incredibly strong characters on their own terms and I hope whatever comes about their arcs isn't entirely placed on their romance status. However, they both seem to want to find someone to be with which leads me to believe that Emerie and Mor will very likely end up together (if only for the fact that we got one sentences indicating Em finds Mor gorgeous....I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens) and that Gwyn is going to be a potential interest for Azriel. 

I love Lucien so much, but my soft fox boy needs to heal and stop forcing himself to find romantic love when all he really needs is some self love. (So perhaps that will be his final journey....Lucien finally coming to terms with his trauma, settling ties with everyone from his past, and taking up his mental as Helion’s son and the future of the Day Court.) 

Elain seemed a bit OOC...and yet not at all? We’ve only got the chance to see the “sweet/ innocent” side of her, but it makes sense that she’s going to be a super complex character (SJM wouldn't have set her up so mysteriously if the intent was to leave her as a mere gardener) and that her journey in following books will show us a side of her we’ve never encountered. The Elriel ship has always been a confusing one for me, not because I don’t ship it but because there’s so much happening all the time that it’s hard to get a proper read on clues when SJM throws characters like Gwyn at us...coupled with the fact that Lucien seems to still be in love with Elain (or at least he’s just lonely and doesn't know how else to react, never mind whatever is happening with Vassa and Jurian), and that Az seems intent on getting with Elain....but Az also seems to be the type of character who falls in love deeply without considering a number of things. He’s driven by his desires and often hurt by them, hence his love for Mor. Notice how shortly after he started drifting from his desire for Mor, he started to desire Elain? Part of me wonders if it’s because he found the person he’s meant to be with...or if he felt attracted to her and she was a distraction to his pain and a means to help him get over Mor. Like I said, I don’t know which way I lean just yet but these are all possibilities!

Then there’s the Gwynriel ship--totally didn’t see that coming but I can’t say I don’t enjoy it. I love how Gwyn teases Az in a way that many others usually don’t dare, and that she’s another character with a history outside of the IC. While there’s a lot to consider, like the fact that Az’s shadows shy away when Elain is around but “dance” and seem to be overjoyed when Gwyn is nearby, I think a truly noticeable parallel to the pairing could be this:

Azriel is no stranger to unrequited love. In fact, that seemed to be his overarching characteristic for the first two books. Now that he’s found Elain and she also reciprocates their shared desire, it would be easy to pair them together. However, Gwyn seems to be interested in Azriel and Az can’t seem to figure out his standings with her other than being enticed and not realizing what’s in front of him because he’s so determined to be with Elain since “she’s the third sister and he the third brother” etc so it must make sense somehow even though Elain is mated. But Gwyn, to that extent, is no stranger to unrequited love either. 

Just imagine: Azriel finally cracks in the following book and shows a rare display of emotions to either Gwyn or the IC (or both) and Gwyn decides to confront him about facing his fears (his past with Mor, his current standings with Elain, his desire to have someone) by claiming that she knows exactly what unrequited love feels like because every day she stares at him and feels precisely as devastated as he did/does whenever he sees Mor or Elain. Az will probably be shocked to all hell and maybe it’ll snap him out of his misery enough to think clearly on the whole matter.

The Rhysand and Nesta friendship was something else I wasn’t expecting, didn’t necessarily think I’d want, but now am excited to see bloom. They definitely do share traits and I can’t help but remember how Rhys once compared Feyre to Cassian and how Nesta and Rhys might be the opposite counterparts since they’re both haughty and respond to things with incredibly heightened emotions because they love fiercely. 

This post is much longer than I’d intended but oh well, some other things for your consideration.....

A Varian/Amren x Nessian double date.

Nesta taking on a similar military role as Cassian and either leading a female unit of Illyrians/ Valkyries or sharing the brunt of Cassian’s job (plus come on... those two training together is essentially their respective version of foreplay and I’m so here for warrior Nessian bonding).

I hope we get to see that mating ceremony scene!

Also....does anyone remember Balthazar--the Illyrian who showed up for one scene and fell asleep on Nesta’s shoulder during the Blood Rite while he helped them find shelter? There’s no way SJM would’ve written in a character like that without intending for him to show up again in the future....

Koschei the deathless? Wonder what will occur there. 

Damn, if you’ve made it this far give yourself a pat on the back. 

[quartusbellum-blog]

ARCHIE for the role of SIRIUS BLACK, using the faceclaim BLAIR REDFORD.

Your application for Sirius is stunning, and incorporates lots of little details which flesh out the character wonderfully. You’ve portrayed the complexity of Sirius’ current situation so well, and there is some truly beautiful writing here. I am very excited to welcome you to Quartus Bellum!

ooc details

Name: Archie

Age: Twenty five

Pronouns: She/her

Activity Level: I’m a current PhD candidate, so my time is pretty strapped. I am also coming out of a writing hiatus, so I’m a little rusty, but this game was so alluring I just thought I’d be an idiot to pass up some world building and exploring. I can probably be online a few times a week, but I can promise lengthy replies in lieu of my absence. I hope that’s okay. I would definitely like to keep the mod team updated on things if I’m away for whatever reason, just so we’re on the same page and everything!

Other: No triggers! But thank you very much for asking. I’m just extremely motivated and intrigued by this plot, so I have to give major kudos to such an arresting idea. Please also note that I am applying from a mockblog I have created for the purpose of this application.

Acknowledgement: I acknowledge that the themes of this game may include triggering elements. I also acknowledge that my character may be harmed, coerced, or even killed (with player’s consent) during paras/events or may cause harm to or kill others during paras/events.

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general ic details

Name: Sirius Orion Black

Age: Twenty one (November 3rd, 1959)

Ships: Chemistry. Full disclosure, the biography given for Sirius gave me a lot of Sirius/James feelings (like, a lot), but I also really ship Sirius/Remus. I write Sirius as gay, but overall I’m pretty relaxed about writing relationships provided they’re realistically depicted and well-paced.

Gender/Pronouns: Genderfluid (he/him or they/them)

Face Claim: Blair Redford (x), Luke Pasqualino, Sean Teale * * I’ve gone back and forth between these three for ages... Ordinarily I write the Black family as POC, so after a Great Struggle™ in which I seriously admired Luke Pasqualino in “Snatch”, I decided to do something different and go with Blair Redford. Now, I do have a possible headcanon around Sirius and Regulus being half-brothers, so that can give the Regulus player some freedom around choosing a faceclaim, as I know matching ethnicities can be tricky (especially as Blair is half unspecified Native American). I will say, however, that I am open to discussing Sirius’ faceclaim, so if you’re unsure I’m happy to talk about it with you.

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biography:

Sirius wasn’t supposed to live past twenty one.

It’s a morbid, private thought, one best left for murmuring into the black velvet of late nights, supine with firewhiskey and muggle cigarettes. See, Sirius never expected to make it to sixteen, but then a certain shaggy-haired idiot named James F. Potter happened, and Sirius’ fears went out the window (literally – have you ever tried to pry open the latch of a very old semi-sentient house that doesn’t want its heir to escape? Harder than it looks). When the war started, Sirius accepted the likelihood of his imminent death with little fanfare. It was easier, anyway, to throw himself into missions and the gutsy bravado that gripped 1979 like a fever. The city was alive: subtropical clubs; the tongues of strangers; heady muggle music; the Order laughing, packed into some tiny apartment, drunk off their tits. And even before that haze dissipated, they all felt immortal. The war was real, of course, but so were they, and Sirius was young, and dumb, and he was one of the best duelers by far, so why shouldn’t he take to the streets, Doc Martens smacking the pavement, dodging after some Death Eater? The Black household was one shrouded in death, what with the dusty portraits of forgotten ancestors, their eyes following you in the gloom, and his own mother’s obsession with mortality, as if the Pox that claimed their father was a mere token of magic’s cruel whim to give and take away. The Marauders filled him with hope; the Order stoked those embers to flames. But there was always something within him, some stoic knowledge, that this was too good too last. He was a Black: his blood ran thick as oil.

If anyone asks (which they don’t, because despite his newfound control, Sirius can still be frightening), losing James was more than a sucker punch to the gut. The Order had lost so many brave witches and wizards at the height of the war, but those terrible deaths were nothing compared to James’ disappearance. No, not disappearance. Kidnapping. Theft. They stole Prongs from Sirius’ useless fingers, swept him away for good, and Sirius was powerless. Maybe that was what hurt most of all: knowing that no matter how deeply he felt for James, how fortifying and achingly tender their friendship was, it just wasn’t enough. Sirius thought he was incapable of love before he met James. But where did that get him? The yawning dark of an empty flat; shaking hands in the cold dawn light; the blood-pound of fear in his jugular, drumming hard enough to make his eyes spot black. Sirius didn’t give himself a chance to mourn, to wonder, to do anything other than drown himself in the rescue effort. The loss of Dumbledore was similarly shattering, but Dumbledore was more figurehead than individual: a manifestation of everything the Order wanted to be. James was real: he was blood and bone. He was laughter and the glossy gold of a snitch, he was private jokes and intense bravery. He was Sirius’ counterbalance. And then he was gone.

Sirius isn’t the same. None of them are. Everything they’d fought for was extinguished in twenty four hours. That might partly explain Sirius’ habitual visits to the muggle world. Disguised as Padfoot is as good as being invisible. He can slip through their ordered, ordinary world, and feel, at least for a few hours, that his pathetic excuse for an existence hasn’t been obliterated close beyond repair. Sirius tells himself they’ll claw it all back. Dumbledore, James, the Ministry. There is a terrible anger within him that is beyond anything he has ever felt. It is cavernous, infinite, far darker and bruised than any reservoir of loathing for his family. It is so intense that he cannot even speak about it. Sirius has always been a little frightened of how deeply he feels, but this redraws those boundaries. That feeling that his life is on a countdown has compounded. Sirius is willing to do anything to take back what is rightfully theirs. He spent his youth at war. It makes sense he’ll die at war too. He’s ready to throw open his arms and embrace the abyss, laughing in delirium, Is that all you’ve got? Well come on then!

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my character is:

HOW IS YOUR CHARACTER LYING TO THEMSELVES (AND HOW IS THIS SHOWN EXTERNALLY)?

Everything is fine. Everything is, of course, not fine, and is in fact irreparably fucked. But the alternative to Sirius’ externally calm demeanour is Sirius totally losing his bottle, and no one can have that, mainly because it would be the least useful thing he could do for the cause. Sirius is used to being someone people admire – there was no shortage of that in school, and even in the early period of the war: someone catching his eye hopefully, waiting for his go ahead; the mere recollection warms him with a rare, near-forgotten sense of purpose – but it’s quite another to have the final say in something. Sirius doubts himself so much. He’s not exactly a rational thinker. His vengeance is cold and cruel, that is certain, but even that type of behaviour is inherently emotional. Sirius revels in disorder: he enjoys feeling unmoored, likes not knowing. He’s not like Moony or Peter, who needed some semblance of routine to feel comfortable. Sirius quite likes feeling out of his depth; discomfort demands action. But he’s not good at communicating that, and he struggles with giving solace to someone who very badly needs to know that things are under control. Sirius hasn’t quite stooped to going, “There, there,” and patting someone awkwardly on the shoulder, but it’s close to it. He’s the first to loudly suggest a drink at some muggle pub after a disastrous mission, and he’s the last to leave, still nursing his beer long after everyone else has straggled home. Sirius isn’t eloquent like James; he isn’t calm like Moony. Hell, he doesn’t even have Wormtail’s pragmatism (before he betrayed them all, the absolute fucking bastard). Sirius is waiting for someone to catch him out. He’s not built to be a leader. The only thing he’s good for is a shag and a fun time. Right? He’s not… he’s not what they think he is. He’s useless. He’s a joke. It’s a joke. But it’s a fine joke. Ergo: everything is fine. It has to be. Otherwise he’ll drag everyone else into the flames with him, and if there’s anything Sirius is truly frightened of, it’s someone else recognizing just how deep the streak of darkness within him runs.

YOUR CHARACTER’S JOB (WHAT DO THEY DO AND HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT IT?)

Sirius is dedicated to the Ashen Phoenix. Even when the Order of the Phoenix still existed, when it was little more than a ragged group of idealistic Hogwarts graduates and wayward aurors, when Dumbledore’s vague effluence alternately inspired or infuriated them, back when the war seemed – well, not winnable, but certainly surmountable – even then, Sirius was too much. Too brash, too rough, too much of a muchness that made people like old Mad Eye growl under his breath about upstart sprogs. There was something to be admired in Sirius’ explosive determination, even as his reckless behaviour and breathless duels with Death Eaters was more exasperating than useful. “What?” he’d retort defensively, to a room of tired Order members. “They were asking for it.”

Sirius had always been too much. When everything – when James – when it all went to utter shite, it’s probably no wonder that Sirius lost whatever loose grip on sanity he’d ever had, and tossed it all in to band up with Mary and Lily. Lily, whom he could barely stand on a good day, who suddenly became one of the most important people standing stalwart against the uncertain scaffolding containing his so-called life. Was it really that surprising? Sirius has always privately regarded his grip on reality to be tenuous at best. Combine that with a deep, unwavering streak of hatred for blood purists, and you’ve got a terrible combination. Successful, sure; but dangerous. He can’t afford to be the rambunctious “upstart” that once semi-terrorized the Order of the Phoenix, nor can he sit about on his laurels, skulking in espionage or plotting elaborate shadowy schemes. Sirius’ patience runs thin at the best of times. No, instead he’s squashed himself into a rather uncomfortable box between “probably could be classified as a war crime” and “slightly morally questionable but still alright enough to make Evans begrudgingly admit that was a good idea”. It’s not a comfortable fit, and Sirius still isn’t sure how he ended up growing up so bloody fast, but he’ll do anything to turn back the tide of the darkness that now laps menacingly against their throats.

Aside from that, he spends quite a lot of time inadvertently posing as a muggle homeless person. Or a big shaggy dog. In comparison to being a magical fugitive, it’s almost like going on holiday.

ADDRESS THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN WHAT YOUR CHARACTER IS CURRENTLY DOING AND WHAT THEY WOULD PREFER TO DO.

Sirius does not like responsibility. It smacks of adulthood, and Sirius never thought he’d live to see that, let alone become a ruddy pillar of virtue. It’s not that he intensely dislikes fussing over details for the Phoenixes, but it does not come naturally to him – he’s no James, put it that way (James, who was forever buzzing around them all in a manner simultaneously carefree and watchful, who’d jokingly suggest you get a jumper otherwise you’d get a cold, you bellend, so just go grab one, oh, and would you get him a chocolate frog on the way, thanks). Sirius actually doesn’t like people looking up to him. What does he know? He’s just some irresponsible dog who’d much, much rather zip away on his motorbike to blast You-Know-Who’s bits off, and sod the consequences. If he didn’t have Mary and Lily keeping him in check, Merlin knew where he’d be. Probably sharing a cell with Dumbledore. Knitting scarves and gossiping. Some lark like that. Instead he’s relegated to asking mundane questions like, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” and, “Wait, try this healing charm.” Sirius listens to his own blather and wants to be sick. He feels the words can no one see I don’t know what I’m doing! burning every inch of him, pounding against the underside of his skin, flaring across his pained expression. “I want James back,” he said (thoughtlessly) to Lily once; and she’d shot him a look and said, “We all do.” You don’t get it, Sirius thought. I want him back because I need him. I can’t do this on my own. I need him.

Sirius does not want to turn back the clock. Despite his irreverent mindset, Sirius isn’t a fantasist. He’s emotionally charged and often irrational, but he doesn’t indulge in make-believe. There is no way things are going back to normal. There’s not even a fragment of what they left behind: those few months after school ended and before the war began, when London was besieged by an oppressive summer humidity, and the Marauders tumbled in and out of parties, drinking and laughing, carefree and stupid; the sanctity of Hogwarts, and how innocent they’d been; even old Regulus, with his pinched, shrewd expression, but the way his eyes would loosen and warm whenever Sirius ruffled his hair and affectionately called him a tosspot. Sirius cherishes these slivers of the past, counting them out like his last coins, weighing their treasure in the palm of his hand. The memories he makes now are bleak. Undernourished effigies of a world devolved. Sirius might feel beset with fear about the future, but he is still… adaptable. He was at sixteen, when he left home on a wing and a prayer, and he is now, at twenty one. No more clever, and a great deal more out of control, but able to adapt, change, mold, mend. Sirius recognizes the strange surrounding landscape and has vowed, if silently, to learn its routes, to memorize its violent topography. Survival. That was what his parents had always taught him, right? That pure blood dominates. The Marauders taught him that too, albeit in compassionate terms of friendship and trust, things Sirius had to re-learn at eleven and still is, in a way. The Order drilled him in guerrilla warfare. Dumbledore’s capture stripped him of complacency. And James… Well, survival demands vigilance. Survival turned him into something else: someone sharper, more serious, blackened around the edges. Sirius doesn’t want to turn back the clock because that would mean leaving this new version of himself behind. And like it or not, this is the only version of Sirius sodding Black that could ever make it out the other end. So, tits up to you, Voldy. This bitch ain’t going nowhere.

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A LONG-AWAITED REUNION — One of the major subplots for this group is, of course, the return or recapture of James. From Sirius’ perspective, I think James returning to his life would signal a number of critical things – it might even be a turning point in his characterization. I see Sirius at the moment as barely hanging on. Stress exacerbates his pre-existing feelings of insufficiency and vulnerability, so he is at a stage as a member of Ashen Phoenix where he’s strung out and exhausted, burning the midnight oil, hollow-eyed and discomfortingly stoic. The loss of James was an enormously heavy blow, and that’s no overstatement. If James was somehow returned, I think that would fill Sirius’ sails with the winds of renewal and hope. He and James were a double act; they were shadows of each other. Without him, Sirius feels like a fraud.

PLAYING NICE — Sirius has never been good at pretending. His emotions run close to the surface, flashing in his quicksilver eyes at the slightest provocation. It never used to take much for him to plunge from a euphoric high to a turbulent anger, his moodiness as tempestuous as a tide. But that’s not how you lead people. You can’t expect people to see past your thunderstorm behaviour to the reality of the situation: that Sirius has always felt a split second away from free-fall. Most people aren’t like James, or Moony, or even bloody Wormtail – they can’t see that it’s all an act; that Sirius’ vulnerabilities run swift and deep, and his bravado is just a reliable way to deflect unwanted probing. Since Mouldy Voldy started swinging his shriveled old cock around, Sirius has had an abrupt about-face. It’s never easy, and he often forgets that he’s supposed to be playing nice. In fact, one could make the argument that he hasn’t changed much at all: he’s still a moody bastard. But sometimes he takes a deep breath instead of bursting in rage; sometimes he clenches his fists instead of flying for his wand. I would like to explore Sirius working hard to keep a lid on his temper, particularly given the success of Ashen Phoenix relies, at least in part, on him keeping it together for a little while longer.

THE IMMORTALITY OF REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK — Reuniting Sirius and Regulus is a massively important subplot for me, and I think it could have powerful consequences in this group. I’m not sure how Sirius will take Regulus’ vampirism – it’ll certainly be interesting to find out. In another context I could see him falling about in horrified laughter, because now Regulus will get to hang around with Walburga forever. But I wonder now if their prolonged absence from each other will stir within Sirius a long-buried sense of responsibility. He’ll probably start worrying about Regulus, terrified that the new Dark Ministry will hunt his brother down and exterminate him. He might even (gasp!) become horribly over-protective, hating himself all the while for needling Regulus about “feeding” and all that dosh (”Shut up!” Sirius snaps as Regulus raises a single eyebrow. “It’s not like there’s a manual about becoming a bleeding vampire, is there?” A pause. “No pun intended.”) No doubt there’s a degree of irony in an ex-Death Eater suddenly becoming the prey of his old buddies, but Sirius isn’t a masochist. As stupid as Regulus has behaved, they’re still brothers. Even before the war turned for the worst, Sirius still missed him. Yearned for him to be back. Regulus was the biggest idiot in Britain, but he was Sirius’ idiot, and if Sirius had heard more than a whisper about his brother he would have probably done something very stupid to rush to his side. Call Sirius a lot of things, but being disloyal could never be one of them.

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I have created a mockblog for this group, which is the account I am submitting from. You can find it here. I have also written some general headcanons, which you can find below!

Sirius started getting muggle tattoos during the war. The first war, that is, back when they all thought it’d be over by Christmas. He’s got about seventeen, possibly a few more, all in black ink, most of them done in poky muggle tattoo parlours buried in the heart of London, but a couple of them are magical: the dragon across his left shoulder blade, for example, which sneezes fire when you tickle it just right. It’s an eclectic collection that illustrate Sirius’ natural whimsy: a series of ancient runes that Moony told him meant something cool (although Sirius has since suspected Moony was an absolute tosser, and the runes in fact spell “totally gullible gobshite”); an elaborate diagram of the planets in the middle of his back; a broom that zips around his arm (James’ fault, that one); an anatomically dubious pin-up girl (Sirius wanted a guy, but the tattoo artist looked frightening, and Sirius wasn’t in the mood to go toe-to-toe about his sexual preferences); and, for reasons best left alone, ancient constellations scattered most of his chest. There are some other tattoos squashed in here and there – a Gryffindor lion, a protection symbol that Moony literally laughed aloud at when Sirius showed it off – that are mainly impulse decisions. Sirius loves them all. The ink is so black against his brown skin, the magical designs flickering in the corner of his eye, and it all gives the illusion of him appearing alive, ever in motion, an intricate living illustration.

Sirius still owns his motorbike, although it’s too dangerous to ride it. Some arsehole (Bellatrix, probably) ratted him out, and now everyone and their mother is on the hunt for a sleek black motorbike. He isn’t stupid enough to ride it, no matter how burning the urge, although sometimes he does go out to Clapham, where he’d parked it in a muggle garage, just to linger over it for a few stolen moments. One day he’ll blaze it right over London, preferably in celebration of Balding Voldy’s bloody demise. One day. He will.

Sirius is gay. The revelation came unobtrusively. He’d always known there was… something awry. You’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to be surrounded by all of those posh pureblood birds growing up and feel nothing more than resignation at their proximity (their brothers were far more intriguing). Sirius played along for a bit at school, going out with a few girls, making out with McKinnon at more than a few parties. It was all serviceable, except for the fact it was tremendously boring, and if there was anything Sirius resented, it was feeling confined. He came out (very loudly) in his sixth year (in the middle of the Great Hall; it was quite the gossip for a week or so), and has since been perfectly content with advertising his sexuality at the nearest opportunity. He’s no blushing violet, put it that way. While Wizarding society is more or less accepting of sexuality (his parents notwithstanding: Sirius was still expected to marry and produce an heir; and that thought, of dragging some brat into the world through duty alone, turned his stomach), the fragmentation in muggle society is something else. Sirius is still too enthusiastic about muggle life to ever really fit in – he’s been asked innumerable times if he’s a tourist, which absolutely delights him – but the gay and lesbian rights movements in recent years has captured his attention. He’s kept up with the news about protests, and once apparated into an alley adjacent to a march for queer liberation. We’re here, the muggles chanted, we’re queer! We won’t disappear! The feeling was incredible. Wixen didn’t have anything like this – it was all just taken for granted. But the fight of the muggles. Their determination; their spirit. Their strength in demanding what was theirs. It left him breathless, and for the first time in his life, proud.

Sirius spends a lot of time as Padfoot these days. It’s just easier. He’s a dab hand at disguise charms – had to be, when the war started to turn truly dark and a Black blood traitor head on a spit was a coveted prize – but outside of a handful of people, Sirius’ animagus form is a secret. Lily knows, of course, as does Macdonald, but they have to. Slinking around London as a dog makes for surreptitious travel, even if he’s taken on some bad habits as a human. Fleas genuinely are the worst, alright? He can’t help scratching himself fiercely at the slightest itch.

The way Sirius dresses now is a diluted version of the summer of 1979. Back then, London was a heaving cesspool of cramped, humid clubs, gigs outfitted in leather and gelled spikes, tight chokers, and a casual, careless androgyny that made Sirius’ heart beat fast. Back then he didn’t give a toss. Now, of course, he’s no longer a naive graduate, and the world has grown dim. He usually wears a leather jacket over some band t-shirt, a pair of black ripped jeans, Doc Martens. That’s toned down, for him. While a lot of the jewellery has gone, Sirius’ fingers are still bejewelled with rows of heavy silver rings, and a dragon tooth earring swings from his left ear. His eyes, once glittering with flirtatious humour, are ringed dark with wariness; and his cutting bone structure has sharpened with one too many missed meals. Sirius is probably physically bulkier than he was at school, simply because sleeping rough and hauling arse after a dozen Death Eaters tends to fill you out, but his body is still lean, with an echo of that languid grace that whispered of pureblood ballrooms and charity galas. Sirius’ hair has grown long, and he usually ties it sloppily away from his face, but he stays clean shaven… most of the time. Lily once said he looked like a Lennon on a bad trip after Sirius reappeared after a rendezvous in Dublin for four weeks. He’s still trying to figure out if that was an insult.

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Close Encounters of the Steve Kind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mni88H

by Sharkyofthesea

Jonathan starts his sophomore year of college with a new roommate, Steve, who is absolutely annoying because he doesn’t understand the concept of personal space, which is a problem because Jonathan enjoys being alone and definitely not because Steve being close to him makes him nervous, no, not at all.

Words: 2973, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Joyce Byers, will byers (mentioned)

Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Not Canon Compliant, and they were ROOMMATES, oh my god they were roommates, Rated teen for language, Kissing, Boys Kissing, just guys being dudes, Friends to Lovers, me being way too obsessed with both kurt vonnegut and cirque du freak, also way to much is based off of my real life, Libraries, oblivous!Steve, Bi!Steve, lesbian!Robin, bc of course, Underage Drinking, or if that bothers you this is an au where the leagal drinking age in america is 18, Fluff, robin and steve being besties, Touch-Starved, steve being touchy, mild slow burn, Oneshot, inaccurate descriptions of drunk people, i've literally never been to a college party can u tell, plot holes shhhh, just gays vibing, haha i am very tired, wrote this from 1am to 6am, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Misunderstandings, total respect for consent hell yeah, Not Beta Read, not even proofread, take a shot every time i say awkward, why is steve hella strong in this... idk, Alternate Universe - College/University, either steve uses too much hairspray or jonathan has a powerful nose, Mutual Pining, Pining, oh god very ooc towards the end, OOC everyone, i am so tired i can't even tell if it's good or bad, just to be clear there is no nancy hate here, why are the only things i remember about steve are: hair and sports, Way Too Many Tags, literally who asked to these explanations

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mni88H

[fyrapartnersearch]

strangers cornered in a dark room

i. a b o u t : 

— hi. i'm cosima. ﾍ (￣ー￣) ﾉ✨

— i'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love.

— i'm in my mid 20s and live in the forest foraging leaves, berries, and diet mountain dew. i'm like bigfoot but sadder and not as wife material.

— my gender is best described as 'spooky' but feminine or neutral pronouns are both fine.

— i roleplay over email or gdocs and ooc on discord (but i might rp on a server if you ask nice and bring me flowers).

— i don't roleplay with cis men. y'all had your shot and ya blew it.

— idk what else you wanna know just ask me if i missed something.

ii. r u l e s : 

— i pretty much exclusively double which means those of you who aren't into playing multiple mains may wish to dip now. i don't really like going beyond two main characters each (so no 'tripling' or 'quadrupling') but i do like having big casts of recurring/side characters.

— speaking of doubling, i will write any kind of pairing for my partner: mm, ff, mf, nb, you name it. i even take fc requests. this does mean i would like the same from my partner and as i am partial to playing my female characters against male characters, i need my partners to be ok with that (so if you only do mm or ff it prob won't work out!). i'm also not crazy into platonic ships for main characters. highkey love me some romance.

**if you, for whatever reason, really hate to double, then i'm gonna play f in mf and if that's ok with you it's ok with me.

— i don't keep a posting schedule but i generally try to reply within 48ish hours. you don't have to do the same but generally i'd like at least two replies a week. consistent ooc chatter is 👌.

— limits: i don't do that raunchy shit. i don't do fetish-based roleplay. violence, language, gore, and smut are all well and good in proportion. regardless of the content of an rp tho i will not engage with partners under 20.

— word counts are an illusion. i don't really like super short rapid fire roleplay but i also don't like pointlessly lengthy responses. i guess i fall into some kind of '''''''''casual literate''''''''' category if you wanna use that. write whatever you feel is a good amount for the scene we are in and i will do the same. i don't match and don't expect you to either.

— as for ditching (everyone's favorite topic!!)... lbr we've all done it at least once or twenty times even if it was by accident. i'd love a heads up if you've lost interest or are just too busy or overwhelmed to commit atm but i know that things come up and it just doesn't happen sometimes. in those cases, feel totally free to hit me up weeks/months/whatever later. in general i will try to let you know if i'm not feeling it or if i know i'm gonna be busy or whatever.

iii. r o l e p l a y :

— i only do original roleplays atm so, uh, sorry? i'm not organized enough to have actual plots but i'm just organized enough to have some loose ideas, some themes, and some dreams. these are all super open to interpretation and i have nothing concrete in mind so i welcome suggestions. just, pls, don't come at me out of left field with suggestions for things unrelated to what i've listed.

— a house that breathes

— setting: 1800-1910s / countryside, europe, possibly elsewhere 

— genre: mystery / romance / horror / thriller / gothic

bleak landscapes / ideal courtships turned into bitter marriages / deadly secrets / ghosts / living houses / creepy servants / distant husbands / bold heroines / decayed decadence / cash poor aristocracy / moors / cold climates / passion / codependency / jane eyre / wuthering heights / rebecca / jamaica inn / penny dreadful

— nightcall

— setting: 1970s-futuristic / big city, north america, anywhere

— genre: mystery / supernatural / detective / horror

red neon-lit hotel rooms / midnight drives / dive bars and smoke-filled lounges / inhuman eyes / disappearances / brutal murders / cryptids / towns that exist out of time and place / wtnv vibes / detectives / turning into something else / supernatural detectives

— beautiful crime

— setting: 1920s-modern / big city, small town, north america, anywhere 

— genre: mystery / crime / noir / detective

heists / dames & femme fatales / nation-shaking crimes / black dahlia-esque mysteries / deceit / detectives / private investigators / serial killers / cat and mouse games / suspect existence failure / corruption / crimes of the century / maltese falcon-esque

— khairei, deerslayers!

— setting: 1920s-1990s / university town, north america, europe 

— genre: campus novel / mystery / slice of life / thriller

"travesty, horror, decadence, excrement" / classics / spoiled rich pretentious youths / bacchanals / young professors / impromptu shakespearean performances / secrets / taking things too far / substance abuse / ivy-covered façades / sleepy autumnal towns the secret history / if we were villains / university traditions / exclusive clubs / legacies

— miscellaneous

rural life / found families / tumultuous relationships / established relationships / victorian spiritualism & obsession with death / the 1920s / ww1 / ww2 / old hollywood / the old west / american civil war / american revolution / versailles / revolutionary france / something like the alienist? / something set in a spooky pacific northwest town (basically twin peaks but without the other dimensions) / pretty much anything historical / southern gothic / ww2 or cold war-era espionage / vampires that aren't lame

ix. c o n t a c t :

— discord: ask

— email: latinised@gmail.com

i would appreciate if you could provide some details about yourself and what you're interested in when you get in touch. if your message is nothing more than "still looking for rp?" i'mma slam dunk it in the trash, sorry.

thank you sm for reading this far. hopefully that means you wanna rp. and if not uhhhhh i guess thanks for reading anyway!! xoxo

i. a b o u t :  — hi. i'm cosima. ﾍ (￣ー￣) ﾉ✨ — i'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love. — i'm in my mid 20s and live in the forest foraging leaves, berries, and diet mountain dew. i'm like bigfoot but sadder and not as wife material. — my gender is best described as 'spooky' but feminine or neutral pronouns are both fine. — i roleplay over email or gdocs and ooc on discord (but i might rp on a server if you ask nice and bring me flowers). — i don't roleplay with cis men. y'all had your shot and ya blew it. — idk what else you wanna know just ask me if i missed something. ii. r u l e s :  — i pretty much exclusively double which means those of you who aren't into playing multiple mains may wish to dip now. i don't really like going beyond two main characters each (so no 'tripling' or 'quadrupling') but i do like having big casts of recurring/side characters. — speaking of doubling, i will write any kind of pairing for my partner: mm, ff, mf, nb, you name it. i even take fc requests. this does mean i would like the same from my partner and as i am partial to playing my female characters against male characters, i need my partners to be ok with that (so if you only do mm or ff it prob won't work out!). i'm also not crazy into platonic ships for main characters. highkey love me some romance. **if you, for whatever reason, really hate to double, then i'm gonna play f in mf and if that's ok with you it's ok with me. — i don't keep a posting schedule but i generally try to reply within 48ish hours. you don't have to do the same but generally i'd like at least two replies a week. consistent ooc chatter is 👌. — limits: i don't do that raunchy shit. i don't do fetish-based roleplay. violence, language, gore, and smut are all well and good in proportion. regardless of the content of an rp tho i will not engage with partners under 20. — word counts are an illusion. i don't really like super short rapid fire roleplay but i also don't like pointlessly lengthy responses. i guess i fall into some kind of '''''''''casual literate''''''''' category if you wanna use that. write whatever you feel is a good amount for the scene we are in and i will do the same. i don't match and don't expect you to either. — as for ditching (everyone's favorite topic!!)... lbr we've all done it at least once or twenty times even if it was by accident. i'd love a heads up if you've lost interest or are just too busy or overwhelmed to commit atm but i know that things come up and it just doesn't happen sometimes. in those cases, feel totally free to hit me up weeks/months/whatever later. in general i will try to let you know if i'm not feeling it or if i know i'm gonna be busy or whatever. iii. r o l e p l a y : — i only do original roleplays atm so, uh, sorry? i'm not organized enough to have actual plots. i'm just organized enough to have some loose ideas, some themes, and some dreams. these are all super open to interpretation and i have nothing concrete in mind so i welcome suggestions. just, pls, don't come at me out of left field with suggestions for things unrelated to what i've listed. — a house that breathes — setting: 1800-1910s / countryside, europe, possibly elsewhere  — genre: mystery / romance / horror / thriller / gothic bleak landscapes / ideal courtships turned into bitter marriages / deadly secrets / ghosts / living houses / creepy servants / distant husbands / bold heroines / decayed decadence / cash poor aristocracy / moors / cold climates / passion / codependency / jane eyre / wuthering heights / rebecca / jamaica inn / penny dreadful — nightcall — setting: 1970s-futuristic / big city, north america, anywhere — genre: mystery / supernatural / detective / horror red neon-lit hotel rooms / midnight drives / dive bars and smoke-filled lounges / inhuman eyes / disappearances / brutal murders / cryptids / towns that exist out of time and place / wtnv vibes / detectives / turning into something else / supernatural detectives — beautiful crime — setting: 1920s-1960s / big city, north america, anywhere  — genre: mystery / crime / noir / detective heists / dames & femme fatales / nation-shaking crimes / black dahlia-esque mysteries / deceit / detectives / private investigators / serial killers / cat and mouse games / suspect existence failure / corruption / crimes of the century / maltese falcon-esque — khairei, deerslayers! — setting: 1920s-1990s / university town, north america, europe  — genre: campus novel / mystery / slice of life / thriller "travesty, horror, decadence, excrement" / classics / spoiled rich pretentious youths / bacchanals / young professors / impromptu shakespearean performances / secrets / taking things too far / substance abuse / ivy-covered façades / sleepy autumnal towns the secret history / if we were villains / university traditions / exclusive clubs / legacies — miscellaneous rural life / found families / tumultuous relationships / established relationships / victorian spiritualism & obsession with death / the 1920s / ww1 / ww2 / old hollywood / the old west / american civil war / american revolution / versailles / revolutionary france / something like the alienist? / something set in a spooky pacific northwest town (basically twin peaks but without the other dimensions) / pretty much anything historical / southern gothic / ww2 or cold war-era espionage / vampires that aren't lame ix. c o n t a c t : — discord: ask — email: latinised@gmail.com i would appreciate if you could provide some details about yourself and what you're interested in when you get in touch. if your message is nothing more than "still looking for rp?" i'mma slam dunk it in the trash, sorry. thank you sm for reading this far. hopefully that means you wanna rp. and if not uhhhhh i guess thanks for reading anyway!! xoxo

[scorpivsbitc-blog]

･ﾟ・。 ; — out of character questions ! hey guys i am so freakin excited to be applying to this group ! prepare to be bullshitted by the pro seth ! * ooc : i just saw love simon and woooow, i c o n i c, just wanted to know if anyone felt the same ! 

( one ) name/alias: i go by the alias of seth since my real name is waay to hard ! my personal rph is @frcys if anyone wants to talk ( someone talk to me about love simon, this obsession is growing out of hand ) 

( two ) timezone: i currently live in the pst timezone, lemme just say i am dyyying because it’s way too cold rn, where’s summer ? 

( three ) pronouns: i go by she / her pronouns ! 

( four ) skeleton you’re interested in: i am interested in the ever seductive, player & cunning scorpius ! 

( five ) what made you interested in them: well, first of all i am a scorpio. idk why but that’s what attracted me to the skeleton first. weird, ik, but i stayed and fell in love after reading in depth about the skeleton ! i have sO MUCH MUSE. anyways i choose cindy after much deliberation with fcs but she fits perfectly my idea for scorpius & i literally can’t wait to get started ! 

( six ) what you’re excited about for the rp: omg, can i say everything ? because that’s it, but in all honesty i’m very excited about the spy – missions aspect of the rp, i’ve grown up loving action movies ( mr. & mrs. smith ! vee is literally angelina jolie in that movie )  so i’m excited to see that playing out and of course developing this muse and growing connections with her ! 

( seven ) describe your muse in a six-word story: they fall in love, she doesn’t.

( eight ) your muse’s hogwarts house: gryffindor definitely ! vee is brave, courageous, chivalrous, daring & bold ! 

( nine ) your hogwarts house: so i just took the test ( for the sake of accuracy ) and i’m gryfffindor too ! 

( ten ) favorite movies and tv shows: woow, where to begin ? my life consists of me binge watching netflix shows, e v e r y d a y ! i’m currently re-watching the office ( looove that show ), imposters, parks & rec, friends, one day at a time ( can you see my obsession for sitcoms ? ) i guess grey’s anatomy ( after season 10 i start getting annoyed ), money heist, stranger things & the good place !

( eleven ) favorite tasks & events: well, i love tasks that help with character development or to further connections, like write paras or have someone do something out of their comfort zone, maybe write journal entries on something specific, pull pranks on others ! for events, maybe the normal ones but with a twist ? like carnivals, etc. but they are actually there undercover and stuff, idk but i’m exciteeed ! 

( twelve ) favorite vines/memes: currently i’m obsessed with the walmart boy and it’s remix ! now here are my favorite vines: x, x, x, x & x. 

( thirteen ) anything else: i am officially excited ! i will try my best on my app and i wish the best of luck to every other contestant ! i know this rp will thrive either way ! 

[kxias]

...so, yeah, don’t rlly know how the fuck i got accepted to be quite honest w you??? like that definitely sounded fake but yet here we are??? anyways, hi, i’m red (she/her pronouns please) i’m 19 and i live in the est timezone and i am so, so excited about this roleplay — like i said, highkey was not expecting to get accepted so it certainly came as a shock when i refreshed the main before leaving to grab dinner and saw my post? i’ve been dying to put this muse of mine into play for a month or so now but i really haven’t been able to find a group that i was Down for up until i saw this one ! i am a heaux for uni rps, an even bigger one for the greek life rps since i in a million years would never be able to join greek life (yay introvert!!) and while i wasn’t here first time around, i’m happy to be here now and writing w all you lovely people ; i’m working on getting her stats and wanted connections up so pls bear with me, classes started back today and i’m trying to sift thru all the junk of my online courses while attempting to enjoy my last moments of freedom but they’ll be up soon ! in the meantime, there’s a bit beneath the cut about my baby angel and a few ideas to tide you over, make the heart go red and i’ll pop in your ims for plots ! and yes, i do ramble like this all the time so Get Ready !!

tw: death, slight depression, mentions of verbal/emotional abuse

have you read the gossip blog lately ? apparently, a GIGI HADID lookalike was seen strolling across campus with their DANCE textbook. but nah, that’s just KAIA ZAMAN, the TWENTY year old JUNIOR, i’m sure you know HER. they’re mostly known as THE SANGUINE because they’re very SILVER-TONGUED and INTREPID but also RETICENT and GUILELESS.

so kaia was born and raised in chicago, illinois, the only child her parents ever had due to a few factors — one of which being that it was incredibly hard for her mother to carry a child + rushed into an emergency hysterectomy right after kaia’s birth, so she was their rainbow baby

her parents did everything in their power to make kaia as happy as they possibly could since she had been everything they’d wanted for so long, so whether it was letting her watch another cartoon before bed or enrolling her in dance classes at the age of three after a full-fledged obsession with the nutcracker reached its pique, they pretty much granted her any wish she could’ve possibly had

at age four, a few nights after christmas, kaia and her parents were on their way home from dinner, taking a road that was pretty notorious for collecting black ice in the winter and got into a really bad accident, and this cost her both of her parents

so in her father’s will + due to a lack of any other eligible family members, kaia was left in the custody of her uncle ( dad’s younger brother ) and it was...disastrous, to say the least; daniel had pretty much resigned to a life of forever being a bachelor and fucking around and now he had a four year old niece that he was expected to raise???

her uncle was a trashbag with a few shreds of decency (driven by guilt) in him — he wasn’t going to dump her into the foster system but he sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with her ! so in true trashbag fashion, he just decided to completely neglect her, pretend like she wasn’t there and hope she’d get the hint, and it took her a while to figure this out?? kaia was a sweet kid who went from having a shit ton of affection and love to being ignored and treated like she was a nuisance, and it fucked w her head at four years old

she wound up raising herself; all her uncle was good for was giving her a place to live, making sure she had clothes on her back and food in her stomach, and putting on an act when people gave a second glance their way. the only time he really wanted anything to do with her was when he could benefit her somehow, like keep one of his girlfriends around ( they all found kaia adorable and daniel ‘admirable’ for stepping up ) or when it came to the $$, her parents had left her a little but daniel pretty much absorbed it and took it for himself, to throw more parties or buy booze or play sugar daddy to one of his hookups?? like i said, trashbag

kaia and her uncle were roommates at best, and that was pushing it — she struggled a lot with the neglect internally, and her way of coping was to push it down, push it down, suppress with a smiling face and act like all was well. daniel was enough of a decent person to let her continue with the dance lessons which she absolutely adored, dance was her Everything, and by the time she hit high school, she started teaching classes at the studio she learned at in order to make some $$ that daniel wouldn’t take for his own

the older she got, the more she’d fight back a little against daniel and they had their fair share of fights ( which usually ended in daniel saying something to shut her down entirely and she’d scramble away ) but even despite that, sHE NEVER GAVE UP HOPE ON HIM...?? like, kaia always gave him the benefit of the doubt even though he’d proved himself time and time again thAT HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT

to her it was v black and white, she didn’t understand why tf he wouldn’t just get over himself and be a Family ( daniel is Where she gets her stubbornness tbh ) but despite having a little resent towards him, kaia never ever stopped hoping that he’d wake up one day and they’d start being a family and she still hasn’t bc optimist in the highest degree

when it came to college, kaia knew if she didn’t get out of chicago she was literally going to be sick, there was just smth about the loneliness there that made her skin crawl ( she also hates the winter now so she had to get as far away from snow as possible lmao ) and so she was like “alright i need a college on the west coast and w my dance major”, found crawford, and it was Settled

you ain’t getting my gossip blog secret out of me *wink*

anyways, now that the tragic backstory has been #unlocked...onto kaia

she’s the sanguine, which basically means bitch is a ball of sunshine, which she is — there’s no such thing as a stranger in her world, she likes constantly being surrounded by people ( bc she gotta make up for being lonely all those childhood years, thanks a ton dAN ) and making new friends and going out, she just loves people and people usually love her, she knows how to reel them in and keep them by her side, girlie will do Anything

she flat-out refuses to see the bad in people, even if it is staring her in the face, and this is where her stubborn nature comes in to play?? you can’t tell her anything, once her mind is set on something there is no hope of ever talking her out of it, she’s got to come to her senses on her own and even then it’s usually too late or she diminishes the impact of it?? she’s rash and got bad tunnel vision so it’s p clear where disaster lies w her

has the unhealthiest coping mechanisms on the history of the planet, tbh; she thinks the cure to everything is putting a smile on and acting like it’s not a problem and while that works when one fails a test, it doesn’t work w everything and she’s just forced so much pain and depression and anger down that it is Bound to come right back up at some point, so basically homegirl is a ticking time bomb

kaia’s also a people pleaser, she’d literally give you a kidney if you asked, which makes it easy for people to manipulate her?? and she doesn’t always see when she’s being manipulated either?? and won’t always stand up for herself when she’s being treated unfairly??? she just likes keeping the peace if at all possible

blurs the line a lot between doing things because she can and doing things because she feels an obligation to so she doesn’t let anyone down

ever since her parents died, she doesn’t like to give anything a second-guess — if she wants to do something, then she’s doing it, because it may not come back around again or she may not have the chance to. is the Definition of living in the moment, which is nice in theory, but kaia is v bad at compartmentalizing so it’s easy for her to get off track or ofc do things that will come back to bite her

dance is life, i’m not even gonna go into detail on it bc this is long enough already and like.....it’s just her whole world, ok, moving along

she wants everyone to let her in but she very rarely returns the favor, which is why i gave her the reticent trait?? she doesn’t tell people about her parents or her uncle, doesn’t let people see that iceberg of emotions underneath the surface, she acts like if it doesn’t exist then it doesn’t as far as anyone’s concerned???

girl is one of the greatest friends you could ever have but is a piece of work when you think about it, tbh, so that being said come love us !

and if you read this far: the reason this STUPID vine is my ooc tag is bc i have an ex named kyle who is a piece of trash and that vine is a p accurate description of how i feel about him.....plus it just makes me laugh ok going now

[nevermeanttofall]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

DISCLAIMER: These are all rules and information for romantic/sexual ships.  Platonic ships are always welcome <3

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:  It is currently a tie between Sastiel and Casifer :3

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:  If I’m comfortable with you, I will literally rp anything with you (even things I normally wouldn’t).  As long as the mun and muse are of age, I will write anything from abusive/destructive relationships to the fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed.  I’m up for gore, violence, humiliation, abuse and any other twisted relationship you can fathom within realistic limits.  At the same time, I also love rping fluff and domestic threads.  The only limits I have are with certain kinks (such as watersport, scat, vomit) and anything involving minors.  Another thing to keep in mind is that hate ships don’t usually work with Cas.  If he hates a muse, he hates them and if they insult him, he won’t like them.  Unless your muse can force him to stay (physically or through other means), he’ll likely leave assholes.  If you’re unsure of what kinks or situations I’m okay with, just ask :)

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: The muse can never be under the age of 21 for nsfw threads that aren’t smut.  This is not up for debate as it is for my own comfort.  Otherwise, Castiel’s vessel is currently in his 40s so I typically look to ship with characters within 10 years of that age range.  I usually rp Cas in season 4 if the muse is in their 20s since big age gaps creep me out.  Yes, I know he’s technically an angel and old as dirt, but I’m talking more about his vessel than anything else.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Not gonna lie, it depends on the muse and mun. I will say that I don’t ship destiel, but would be happy to point Deans to Castiels that love this ship.  I’m big on certain ships and more willing to ship right away (sastiel/casifer), while other ships usually have me needing more development and time to see if they’re possible with Cas.  It’s a big help if we talk ooc a lot since I can learn better about the mun and know what they want from the ship.  If it’s something I can get behind, I’ll go for it.  Otherwise, they can have a friendship to start and see where it goes.  I will say that if the mun just wants a big, strong angel to sleep with their  muse, it’s better to look somewhere else.  Cas only has sex  willingly with those he knows and cares for.  No amount of ‘seducing’ will change that.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:  I usually start tagging it when one of them is blushing or one of them is doing the dirty talking.  I set the bar low since I’m sometimes at school or work so I have to be careful.  That being said, I never specify why a thread is labelled as nsfw so anything from sex to violence may be tagged as nsfw.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: I will ship him with most of the guys in Supernatural, but I strongly lean towards Sam or any of the angels.  While I can totally ship with females, the mun has to accept that I don’t do anything close to steamy with m/f ships as I feel awkward writing it; insisting on writing m/f smut will end badly.  I am also open to ship with other characters from other fandoms if the chemistry works between our characters.  OCs are ones I rarely ship with, mainly since it takes much longer to form a relationship with a complete stranger for Cas.  The only exception is usually ooc friends.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Yes, please.  If your muse tries to make a move on Cas and he doesn’t know them, chances are it will not end well for your muse (unless they’re somehow stronger than Cas, but then that goes into noncon territory which should be discussed first).  If he does know them, then it really depends on the character.  Cas is dense when it comes to flirting so that’ll fly over his head unless the other muse is really blunt (aka ‘hey, you’re sexy and I want to fuck you’).  But again, there’s no guarantee Cas will react positively to that, regardless of who your character might be.  So, yes, please tell me you want to ship so we can work it out and you can tell me what you want from said ship.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Always.  I’m a slut for shipping XP  That being said, while I’m always up for developing the ship and doing fluff, I’m not always up for smut since it’s not my strong point.  Threads of the smut variety get dropped fairly quickly by me unfortunately.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  Of course :3 I also ship with multiples of the same character and even with other Castiels.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: I mean I love shipping, but it’s not the first thing I want or ask for when I follow someone.  I like for it to develop and see if there is potential in the two.  If I see it, I’ll be sure to come and tell you.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Isn’t this similar to the first question o.o;

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:  Throw a message my way saying ‘HEY WANNA SHIP’ and then be prepared for a barrage of questions ._.  Developing a ship with me is tricky because if it becomes obvious that your muse is just trying to cause havoc or use Cas, he and I’ll likely lose interest in the ship.  Cas is a romantic at heart and wants to have a strong bond beyond just sex.  Also Cas often pushes aside his own problems and prioritizes his partner’s which isn’t healthy.  A strong ship has both the characters working together to overcome problems either of them have.