#western au anon

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Please enjoy some Snape body-swap AU ideas that have been rattling around my head for a week; I do like body swaps with Sirius, but imagine the possibilities if it was someone else. - Severusish's "Western AU" Anon

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During the 2nd War/Harry's era:

Petunia "I CAN'T HAVE MAGIC!!!! I'M NORMAL!!!" Dursley and Severus "Tuney is going to ruin everything! Got to get back to Hogwarts now!" Snape (ft. Snape chewing out Vernon and having to navigate by muggle means while Petunia is just having a crisis)

Remus "it's a full moon and I'm not in pain, but damn you live like this Severus???" Lupin and Severus "I'm downing a whole gallon of Wolfsbane as soon as I can" Snape

Rubeus "everything is so large and heavy :( " Hagrid and Severus "everything is so small and breakable >: ( " Snape

Narcissa "I'm off to the Ministry to make history" Malfoy (in Lucius' body), Severus "do I really have to attend all these parties?" Snape (in Narcissa's body), and Lucius "your quarters at Hogwarts are spartan and all you have is four cloaks in the same color and style in your wardrobe; this is an intervention" Malfoy (in Severus' body)

Gilderoy/Severus "You're not taking my body anywhere dressed like that" Lockhart/Snape (ft. Lockhart trying to steal Snape's potion ideas)

[5th/6th year] Tom "an opportunity has fallen into my lap" Riddle and Severus "NO! NO! NO! NO!" Snape (ft. several failed attempts to kill Harry through increasingly stupid dumb-luck means)

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During the 1st war or Snera:

Lily "what do you mean I can't kill Voldemort at the DE meeting?!" Evans (in Snape's body), Severus "if I have to spend one more moment with Black/Lupin/Pettigrew, I'm committing murder" Snape (in James' body), and James "I think we might be pregnant! What do I do?!?!" Potter (in Lily's body)

Peter/Severus "HE'S THE TRAITOR!?" Pettigrew/Snape

Severus "I've never been this popular (derogatory)" Snape and James "I've never been this unpopular (derogatory)" Potter [though, this is funnier if one of them is having a good time and the other is not, or they both end up having a good time and are uneasy about that]

Remus "Sirius! James! Peter! Stop! It's me!" Lupin and Severus "Unlike some people, Lupin, I'm not going to just stand here doing nothing like a coward" Snape

Regulus "Stop making my body slump! Blacks don't slump! Have some decorum!" Black and Severus "I am taking full advantage of your family's dark arts library while we're stuck like this" Snape

Petunia "SUCK IT DUMBLEDORE! WHO CAN'T COME TO HOGWARTS NOW!?" Evans and Severus "She's going to get me expelled or, worse, murdered!" Snape

Albus "Severus, my dear boy, it is critical that we return to our original bodies" Dumbledore and Severus "Potter, Black, Lupin, Pettigrew, you are expelled!" Snape

New obsession

I love this so much omg 🤣🤣🤣

The Lily, Snape, and James one is so *chefs kiss*

Also, Remus and Sev switching bodies is a MUST SEE😭😭

I never considered body swap aus until now. Thank you, Western au anon 🙏🏽

[princessbrunette]

bounty hunter Rafe grabbin ur face and getting all mean, he calms down for a second bc he thinks ur getting scared but then he sees that u ain’t scared…ur feeling…freaky…

this would be after this occurs me thinks

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“s’why these fuckin’ hillbillies keep thinking they can come up to you and start shit with us— alright? because — cause you keep lookin’ around, not minding your damn business, giving them the god damn fuck me eyes... yeah? gotta learn to keep that curiosity in check, alright ‘cos — hey,” he clutches you by the jaw, turning your head when you curiously stare off across the bar to identify who had him ranting and raving in such a way.

you’re taken aback by the action, staring up at him sweetly as he as he keeps his grip on you, continuing to tell you off.

“m’talkin’ to you, right— show some damn respect. you’re giving these suckers the wrong idea. eye contact is a fuckin’… marriage proposal to some of these guys and — and you’re mine, ‘kay so quit lookin’ around, eye fuckin’ every tom, dick, n’harry that walks in this place alright infact just keep your eyes on me. yeah? can you handle that shit?” he exasperates, giving you a little jostle with his grasp to keep you alert. your hand instinctually flies up to his wrist where he holds you, blinking a few times in surprise.

usually, this kind of possessive treatment would make your stomach hurt— but in your mind, there was something oddly romantic about it all, despite how sick you knew it was. he’d deflowered you in a rickety motel bed, told you he wouldn’t take no for an answer to his own marriage proposal, that he had to have you, make you his own and not just a hostage… it was a reminder of his unwavering devotion. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, and your pupils swell your eye.

“you better not be thinking of cryin’, okay kid — not in the mood.” he lets go, wondering if he’d scared you as he leans his elbows back against the sticky bar, staring at the back of the bartender, watching him pour a regular a shitty beer with too much froth. rafes brain is already preoccupied with his next complaint, being about how shitty the beers were at your current location.

you shuffle closer to him gingerly, gently slipping your arm through his to hold him there, eyes still on his profile unsurely. he did say to keep your eyes on him.

he glances at you from the side, parted lipped and grumpy. where he sits on the bar stool, you step even more into his space until your hot breath is on his cheek.

“only eye fucking you. yes?” you clarify and it takes him off guard, though he tries to cover that. rafe clears his throat a little, turning his head toward you.

“yeah. m’not asking too much you know.” he defends himself against no one, because you’re staring at your captors mouth.

“mm.” you agree in a low hum, and he stares back at your suddenly aroused body language.

“fuck it, c’mere, yeah?” he pulls your body to him with a huge hand planted on your backside, the limpness of you falling straight onto him so your lips land on his. “s’all fuckin’ mine, and you know it too, huh.”

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[bluejulius]

i very much like the horse western au and i have a headcanon >:D

Snotlout is too short to get onto Hookfang so he has to climb onto a rock or smth every time 💀

(too scared to post this unanon cos i fear it is cringe😔)

that was his 50th attempt ^

anon how does it feel to be 100% correct 😭😭🙏 you are not cringe you are a fckin genius and tysm for the ask!

at some point Snotlout would actually end up learning to mount from the ground bc of the many situations where that would be useful, but he’d have to bond with Hookfang a lot bc that man would be climbin 😆 until then, yes he would definitely have to improvise!

[moonshynecybin]

honeysuckle: how our love unites enemies

honeysuckle:

scream okay i just edited some of airport au before getting these so it was rattling around in my head. and this ask made me think it would be funny if casey stoner showed up. so here. bad comedy. for those who do not remember last we left marc “the weirdest rumor i ever heard about myself was that i was gay” marquez, he had just had a sex dream about valentino rossi, who has recentlyish decided to be his friend again. as you can imagine he’s a bit confused about all this:

Marc decides that he should probably avoid Valentino for a while, after a dream like that. Get some distance and get his head on straight.

The problem is, Valentino apparently very much does not want to avoid Marc.

It’s in the chaos of the flyaways, that long slog at the end of the season, and Marc doesn’t have anything to prove at this point except for all the different things that he does, and it’s Phillip Island, a track where he can make a difference. He knows he has an opportunity where he can really sink his teeth into something here.

All said, it’s his favorite track, he’s looking forward to the weekend— and he’s really looking forward to approximately 9,000 miles between him and Valentino Rossi and his long fingers.

Which of course means that when he wheels around a corner on his scooter that Friday, he doesn’t expect to see Vale standing next to the media center with a day old scruff decorating the cut of his jaw and Casey goddamn Stoner bitching away about aero at his elbow.

Marc, shocked and in his raincoat, applies the brake to his scooter in an acute fashion and skids a little, motocross style.

Vale, under his neon yellow umbrella and always attracted to the sound of screeching rubber, sees him.

He starts walking.

Horrifically, Casey follows.

Marc smiles.

“I’ve been cornered.”

“Put your hands up in the name of the law,” Vale says in a terrible imitation of a cowboy, and then greets him. “Ah, you are ready for tomorrow?”

Marc nods before he can tell his neck what to do.

“Looks like no practice today, and more rain,” What would he normally say to Valentino. Well, normally he wouldn’t say anything. So that’s probably not a viable strategy.

“That’s good for you, yes?” Vale says, blue eyes intent on him, like he’s genuinely interested.He steps close to Marc, including him under his umbrella, and Marc tightens his fingers hard on the handlebars of the scooter. “Less practice for others and then— with the rain, easier to catch? A left-hand circuit, so you have more room to outpace the factory bikes.”

Casey, walking slowly, arrives in time to catch the tail end of Vale’s statement, and his eyebrows twitch up, gaze ping-ponging back and forth between them.

Marc waves.

Vale, though blunt, is not wrong, and Marc will take a win in the wet of it comes to that, but the forecast clears as the weekend progresses, and the thing he’s really missing so far this year is a clean win. No wet, no sand, just him and the motorcycle and everyone else behind him. The GP23, despite being unequivocally weaker after he exploded in Indonesia and they removed his improved flywheel, is still a bike that he has enough experience on that he can use his style a bit more and manipulate it the way he needs to, so the parts change hasn’t made too much of an impact on his pace. Plus, this is also one of Pecco’s more mediocre tracks, something he knows that Vale knows but will never say to Marc. Honestly, if it’s not for Pecco or the floundering VR46 team squad (unlikely), he has no idea why Vale is here. Maybe Casey invited him to do some dirt track.

He opens his mouth to twist all this into something shiny enough that it can be outwardly verbalized to two other world champions when Casey, so far neglected by Vale, speaks.

“Wow. You know, I really didn’t believe it.”

They pause.

“That you two had made up again, I mean,” He throws a thumb Vale’s way. “I thought this one would take it to his grave, he’s good at that.”

Marc hits him with a weak smile and Vale doesn’t even look over, eyes still on Marc and whatever he sees on his face.

Casey seems to notice, and a divot appears between his eyebrows. Marc scrambles to find something to say that will make this interaction end in the next ten seconds.

“Um, so what convinced you that he wasn’t evil?” Casey asks. So much for that dream.

“Same thing that convinced me that you weren’t,” Vale quips.

“Jury’s still out, then?”

Vale puts a hand on Marc’s shoulder and laughs at Casey beatifically. “Ah, no. Maybe he is just prettier than you? Better in bed, you know.”

Marc laughs, high and shrill, and Casey and Vale both turn to look at him.

“Okay, Marc?” Casey asks, and Marc nods. It’s a normal joke— it’s the kind Vale’s made before. About him, about Jorge Lorenzo, probably about Casey. If 20 year old Marc were here right now, he would just be thrilled that Vale was teasing Casey and using Marc to do it. That idiot would sit here and smile and think about women when he went home to jack off and go on with his day. No such pleasures for 31 year old Marc.

He swallows. He hasn’t responded quick enough. Vale’s eyes narrow, and Marc feels horribly exposed. He’s gotta get out of here.

“Yeah, yeah. Something in my throat, you know? Gresini— uh, they need me in the box, I have to go over something. For tomorrow, the sprint. So. I should go. It was nice seeing you both, I’ll see you later— “

He punches the gas, and as they scramble away from the scooter to avoid getting any toes caught in the crossfire, he zooms away before he can hear their responses.

When Vale’s hand slides off of Marc’s shoulder as he accelerates, the places where his fingers touched Marc burn all the way back to the garage.

[eyra]

[jessythebunny]

Monty is such a cutie duckling🐤😍

Yes he is, I love him sm!! <33

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Cowboy Touya has had a lot of vices in his lifetime.

God knows he smokes and drinks more than he should, and he’s earned his reputation for being an adrenaline addict. But the one vice that really turns him inside out, the one that really knocks him off his feet is you.

It’s so easy for you to settle in his veins, your soft voice and even softer hands reaching for him in the dark. A hot mouth pressed against his, fingers sliding over his skin, sticky with sweat.

You go down smoother than any whiskey he’s ever put to his lips, but god, do you burn worse when it’s all over. When he wakes up alone, your side of the bed cold and empty.

When it’s all over he can hardly see straight, can hardly take a step forward. His heart aches, and he searches for you in the dark only to be met with a quiet loneliness. Try as he might, nothing chases that loneliness away, not a heist, not a smoke, no amount of alcohol numbs it.

Nothing except you.

Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back to you, begging for a fix that’ll save him, even when he knows you’ll leave him a worse wreck than how you found him.

[anonymous-dentist]

idk if ur still taking questions, but i wanted to ask more about the wild west au :D the premise is rlly cool and i’d love to hear u talk about any other ideas u have about it!

The au in question: HERE

Alright, so the first thing to know is that every single legend about these mysterious bandits is true. Magic is real, and its name is the desert.

Richarlyson is a little Brazilian boy miles and miles away from home that just so happened to be born with a cow's head instead of a human one. Bad is a demon from Hell (real, not clickbait.) Foolish stole an entire state's worth of gold and he doesn't regret shit. Jaiden steals cattle 'cause she doesn't give a shit about the law. And Roier? He'd never admit he's a good shot, but he's the best the town has got, not that anyone but Jaiden knows it.

The thing about the West is that you went there to become someone new. Nobody moved West to be the same person they were in Virginia or New York or even goddamn Ohio, you were to reinvent yourself.

Or, rather, you moved West so the land could reinvent you. Nobody comes out the same as you go in.

So color Cellbit surprised when stories start popping up about a feral cat-man wandering the hills around Perfection with knives for claws. Rumor has it he eats little children who wander too far from the town too late at night, but that's ridiculous, right? There's no such thing as monsters, just men whose reputations have gotten ahead of them.

But then Cellbit wakes up one morning and accidentally cuts himself on his own fingernails, he's forced to wonder if, shit, maybe the stories are a bit more than just stories.

[rotthepoet]

I’m BEGGING you to give us western!AU Mattheo, begging on my KNEES

(No pressure ofc☺️)

tRUST its been the only thing on my mind all day. I already have a Spotify playlist LMAOOO lmk if y’all want me to drop it

And guys

Im gonna be real with you

I think cowboy matty has to be a multi part series. Its the only way i can make it work 🤩🤩

[johaerys-writes]

Hey, don't cry. Patroclus in chaps, okay?

🙏🙏🙏 LORD AMEN 🙏🙏🙏 In Patroclus in chaps I BELIEVE

[helsex-moved]

hey there! I know you've only talked about it twice but i'd love to hear about your exhels western au!/nf

HI. HELLO

Okay it's been sooo long since I talked about this to anyone let me remember

If this sounds incoherent that's because I've only talked with one person about it at length, months and months ago

Where we start Ex is on the run from England for treason (what they did is unimportant, just a coup) and runs to the very edge of civilization, the heart of America. But in getting there they used all their money and has to turn to stealing, they get pretty good at it to, becoming a bit infamous.

Meanwhile Hels is deputy in a small town with Wels who is sheriff and he's so tired of it. It's boring, a stifling job under a brother he's always been seen as second best to.

So maybe when Ex comes to town and Hels happens to catch them he lets them go, maybe several times, because at least this is something new - someone new. And so maybe they fall in love and maybe they meet in the dead of night, until Wels catches them and throws Ex in jail. This is the deciding moment Hels has been waiting for, so he breaks them out and agrees to run away with them and join in on their life of crime

But there's an issue

The scar on Ex's face, under their mask. A Cheshire grin that never healed quite right the cruel reminder of why Ex will never be accepted by most people ever again.

Infection sets in quick, they didn't make it far before Ex's injury had gotten bad. Really bad. With them at deaths door and no other options Hels swallowed his pride and fear and took them back to his town.

He begged Wels not to throw them in jail or turn in Ex, to harbor them just long enough for Ex to heal and live. Wels almost didn't want to, the reward money for turning in Ex dead or alive would be enough to fix up this little town and give it new life.

But looking at his little brother on the verge of tears over this criminal, this stranger, he realized he just couldn't do it. Even though Hels had betrayed him and run away.

He called for their doctor and kept their existence in his house secret for the weeks it took Ex to heal. When he woke up one morning and they were both gone he knew chances were he'd never see either again, but he still felt like he'd made the right choice.

From there I have less of a coherent plot and more general stuff, they do have two horses a Clydesdale and an unknown breed (I know what you're thinking but there is a story reason behind the horse types), and on their journey to who knows where they slowly decide they'd like to stop being on the run and settle down for once.

Then it turns into mostly domestic fluff about them and their ranch/animals. They'd also run into other hermits too though I won't name names until I have things more thought out.

[princessbrunette]

at some point bounty hunter Rafe would let you go cause he feels bad but then two hours later you’re showing up back at the hotel room because you want to suck dick 🤦‍♀️ this would me at least

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he’d screwed up. with his dad, with the money he had, with you — he’d just screwed it all up.

he was midway through a breakdown, having left you alone in the motel room to angrily walk about with his hat low, huffing and puffing out his nose. you jumped when he returned, the door vibrating the walls with the way he slammed it. you thought he might’ve turned the anger round onto you, perhaps deciding that today was the day he would finally lay his hands on you properly. instead, you’re faced with the unexpected. he marches over to you curled by the radiator, squats down and seethes:

“get out.”

you blink, tired from the long day so it took you a second to process things.

“wh—get… out?—”

“get out, alright — don’t make me repeat myself.” with that, he stands back to his full height, gripping your arms as he does and lurching you to stand too, your dress riding up slightly with the movement. your legs nearly don’t support you as he places you back on your feet and you stand infront of him like a lost puppy, blinking rapidly to try and make sense of things. it’s then he’s zipping around, throwing the small amount of your things strewn around the motel room into a little packing case, barely fastening it as he shoves it to your chest, making you stumble. “alright? before i change my god damn mind. get out, go — you wanted freedom? here’s your freedom. out.” he drags you to the door and throws you out like you meant nothing, like you hadn’t been travelling by his side for months now.

you turn around, still unable to speak, clutching your brown leather packing case to your chest with one of your shoes still hanging off your foot a little. you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d done something to upset him so greatly. really you should be happy — rafe stole you from your land, this is what you wanted right?

digging hurriedly through his back pocket, rafe produces a fistful of notes and grabs your hand, forcing your fingers open to press the money into your clammy palm.

“shit, s’all i got okay? should be enough to get you far from here. i’m done.” he gestures you to run along before disappearing back into the motel and shutting the door. it was all just so… sudden.

truthfully, he felt bad. you didn’t deserve this life. he knew that from the start but now he really understood it. he’d fallen out with his father, who’d lost all interest in having you taken anyway — so it seems rafe’s efforts went under-appreciated. he was getting paid like he should be, because he’d been spending all his money on playing house with you. you had to go, for all reasons above you just… had to.

you silently waddle through the dusty streets, blinking into thin air as your brain wracks all the reasons he could’ve rid of you so abruptly. heading into a diner, you perch awkwardly in a booth for a few hours, sipping at milkshakes and eating fries as you ponder a map that you’d snatched from what had been left at a vacant table. the nearest motel was a fifteen minute walk, you could stay there until you get your bearings.

you don’t make it to the motel, infact — you sit in the diner until it’s dark, the only visitors being the odd lone traveller, making no effort to engage with the world around them, bandanas covering faces and dust kicking inside from their boots. you didn’t feel particularly safe anymore, and in that moment you realised that you hadn’t felt unsafe in a while. infact, you felt the most safe pinned to rafe’s side when he’d drag you about location to location— he made sure not a hair on your head was ever harmed unless from his own roughing up.

lip quivering, you feel conflicted. rafe took you from everything you ever knew, and up until this point you’d lived a comfortable life. but you’d grown attached to him in ways you couldn’t explain. seemingly— you had a choice to make, because you could start to make your way back to where rafe took you from. or…

three knocks sound at rafe’s door, and for some reason — despite there being no one else it could’ve been — he was surprised to see you. you looked dishevelled, lost, tired — still clutching the packing case to your chest as if you’d never moved from the spot he’d left you.

“fuck are you doing back here, huh? didn’t i tell you to leave?” he’d lost that aggression from earlier, now just tired — bordering on exasperated, sad.

you can’t find the words, so you throw your case inside the room and wrap your arms around him, rubbing your cheek into his warmth. he stares down at you, arms by his side.

“i don’t want to go.” you whisper, and with the motel door still wide open, blowing in sandy draft — you sink to your knees, big watery eyes staring up at him. “i wont go.” you reiterate, pressing kisses to his crotch, the one way you knew how to ‘apologise’ because that’s what he taught you.

“kid…”

you didn’t know what you were apologising for, you were just making up for whatever the hell it was that made him throw you out in the first place. you had nowhere to be. nowhere to go. you just wanted to be here, with rafe, making him happy enough to keep you as his like before.

he leans over to shut the door, scoffing in disbelief as you clumsily work at his thick leather belt. you mutter something desperate and slurred but he doesn’t understand you.

“shit i uh… guess it’s true what they say about caged birds. you keep one caged up long enough and it’ll never wanna fly again.”

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[shih-coulda-had-it]

Hello! I found you from a reblog, generic high school aus are so fun!

Are Toshinori and Izuku also in this au, or is it just the older vestiges?

Considering I’ve already smushed and flipped timelines together, I don’t see why Toshinori shouldn’t exist in the generic western highschool AU. Izuku’s a little tougher, because of the implications and restrictions that places on character dynamics. 

Cause, y’know. Inko. (And if Izuku exists, then 1-A exists as his fellow preschoolers. So we’re just not gonna grapple with that.)

Anyways, so the current cast and ages:

Highschoolers:

12th graders: AfO, Second, Third + Garaki. We’re unfortunately going to canonize Garaki as a fellow senior.

11th graders: Nana, Sorahiko, Chiyo + Machia. [Husbando Shimura exists, but in a genuinely ‘Are you sure you have a boyfriend’ / ‘Yeah, he attends a different school, what about it’ / ‘I mean, I don’t know, you just looked at the competing schools’ list’ kinda way.]

10th graders: Banjo, Shinomori + Harima (Compress’s ancestor)

9th graders: En, Yoichi + Yoroi Musha. Heck, maybe Yotsubashi Chikara, too.

Extras:

Preteen Toshinori, 8th grader (listen, my county did junior highs REAL weird, according to the rest of the country… and world…). Old enough, and smart enough, to tag along after the older kids, but still treated as a baby, even by the freshmen.

Preteen Inko, 7th grader. She’s the sweetest student a teacher could ever hope for. Nana is a family friend, and 99% the reason why Inko has a thing for cool jocks (and says vague stuff like ‘Hisashi? Yes, he’s, um… we’re penpals…?’).

The rest of 1-A’s parents are in the 7th grade, including Enji.

If we stretched the scope of the AU, the rest of the adults would still be in elementary school. Kotarou doesn’t exist, nor does Lady Nagant. I was gonna slot Gentle in the 9th graders, but apparently he just looks like that at age 32.

[misswoozi]

Top 5 idols whod look best in a cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic 🎮

Sungjin

Kun

Seulgi

Mina

Wonho

[incandescentia]

Beep beep portrayal talk! I love the use of cultural references in your work with your OCs and how their cultural background informs much of their portrayal and how regional differences are taken into consideration. I also do love the use of feminism and shifting attitudes about women in particular with Tsuyuko’s narrative and how time alters the way in which she is perceived, but does not negate the forms of discrimination she experienced in the past and that they are still carried with her.

Personally I think one of the joys of rp for me is when we get to dissect cultural significance and how it ties in to how people perceive my muses and how my muses also perceive the world surrounding them. Growing up as an Asian in a fairly conservative environment that upholds religion and tradition over virtually almost everything, female hysteria and feminism in general are somewhat of a divisive topic among the people to be discussed so openly when everything is always black and white, so writing it through a fictional medium is likely the safest form of analysis and dissection without having to actually delve into the actual discourse itself... because who wants to get into discourse among the many echo chambers in social media tbh? Absolutely not me.

And of course, everyone already knows this, but I'm a huge research nerd and it's one of my passion in writing! I want to be respectful from the cultural source where I take my portrayals from, so I always try to make it closer to reality, while invoking and subverting tropes at the same time. I know ultimately roleplaying is just a hobby, but it's never bad to expand your knowledge on certain topics you're deeply interested in. In fact, professional writers should take more note of that because if hobbyists can be passionate about their research to make it as respectful and accurate as possible in their make-believe writing of a fictional character, then pro writers with officially published works should be able to abide to the same standards.

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 : send a favorite detail about how i play my character.

[gojonanami]

https://www.tumblr.com/gojonanami/755319878825787392/i-keep-on-thinking-about-that-westernau-with?source=share

It’s honestly a super cool idea and under your pen, I just know that it’s bound to be awesome.

I feel like this idea is a bit like a movie or an anime, no? I can clearly picture it in my head!

I really love this idea!

ahhh I know right??? I’m so honored that I get to write the idea because it’s so good 🥹😭 I’m so excited to get started.

you’re very kind 🥹💕 I hope I can live up to expectations!! 🫶🫶