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believingyourwords · 6 months
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indie semi-selective multimuse rp blog featuring characters from various franchises such as the persona series, sonic the hedgehog and unib, as well as original characters.
muse/about carrd | rules
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lgcyejin · 10 months
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pinned !
hello, i decided to remake this since the one i had was old and out of date and everything., but i would love to get to know everyone more. i have talked to some but, yejin here she needs more connections ( eunho as well for that matter ).
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dymixx · 2 years
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JENNIE BLACKPINK ♡
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carl9rimes · 5 months
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Hello everyone! Long time no see.. Unfortunately, Mun is going through exam periods, so there hasn’t been any chances to write something.. However, it is soon to be over, so expect to see some writings soon!
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tatteredxsails · 5 months
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I need to organize my blog better and get back on top my thread tracker.
Anyone have any organization tips/guides?
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rendevok · 10 months
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“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023
day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4
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moominsuki · 1 year
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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — anyone would be silly not to love you, katsuki.
࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, no warnings. so fluffy it’s sickeningly sweet.
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katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether.
from a young age, he never really cared about what others thought about him. he wasn’t interested in friends, tolerated his family and he didn’t care for women at all. and at 16, he deemed this to be a perfect way to live.
well, now he was 22. who knew that loneliness would hit him in tumultuous spouts of self loathing and bitterness? not him, that’s for sure. he sees his friends getting into relationships and while he’s thankful that they always include him in things despite his brash attitude and sharp tongue, there’s an embittered taste on his tongue that lingers when he sees kirishima and his girlfriend.
katsuki doesn’t think he’s particularly unattractive either and women do approach him; unfortunately, they’re left sour by his mannerisms and deadpan tone of voice. at 18, he didn’t care that girls didn’t really understand him. but four years is a heck of a long time to change your view on things: things being love.
you tell him that anyone would be silly not to love him.
katsuki has known you since he was a stupid, brooding adolescent kid. he thinks it’s a blessing and a curse that you came into his life so forcefully, uprooting yourself and plopping your ass into the middle of it. he’d never tell you but sometimes when he’s on blind dates with the next girl that denki thinks is “the one,” all he can think about is you: especially when his forgettable date orders your favourite, barbecued duck noodle soup, to be exact and he remembers when you made that for him on his 18th birthday.
when you come over to his place to cook dinner and watch a film, you ask about his date and katsuki alludes to the failure of it and that she also “eats really noisily,” a pet peeve of the blond’s. you frown cutely, like you always do when he tells you about the flings that don’t go well.
“well, anyone would be silly not love you, katsuki,” you’d always say and it was routinely with the way he’d stand behind the kitchen island and you’d smile at him, eyes crinkled and shining, making a raspy breath hitch in his throat.
and when dinner was ready, you’d set out both your bowls of dumplings and duck and sometimes you’d put on a netflix show that you really like (katsuki thinks netflix sucks but for you, he’d watch paint dry); however, this time, you opt to just talking, catching up on your day and the plans for the week.
“y’know, blind dates aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway. statistically speaking, your soulmate is probably someone you’ve known all your life,” you say candidly, slurping noisily and katsuki watches you thoughtfully before scoffing, all bemused.
“i speak to maybe four women, including you and my ma. great odds,” and you giggle at that, making his heart jump while some soup dribbles down your chin.
“there’s someone out there for everyone, okay! and who are the other women besides me and your mom?” you raise a brow jokingly and katsuki lifts a hand to softly flick at your head.
“just coworkers. like i said, the odds ain’t great,” he grumbles and you rub at the spot on your head before resting your hand on top of his and lifting it back up to press it to your warm cheek.
“you have me! am i not enough woman for you?”
katsuki’s eyes soften and his thumb subconsciously rubs across your skin.
“plenty ‘nuff woman for me. don’t know who else could put up with me,” he says earnestly and both your eyes widen almost comically at the words that slipped out of his mouth.
he’s about to dejectedly pull his hand away when you slightly lean into his touch, “it’s like i said. anyone would be silly not to love you,” and you angle your face so your plump lips kiss into his thumb.
you decide not to comment on the reddening tips of his ears and the pink dusting across the golden specks of freckles on his cheekbones, to save him from the embarrassment.
maybe it’s the years from knowing katsuki that allows you to always say the 8 words: from seeing him transition from a brash, harsh, emotionally constipated 17 year old who was at least three inches shorter than you (he would vehemently deny the passing of time in which you would tower over him) to an almost 23 year old man, who picks you up from school most days, who’d wash your makeup off when you got too heavy handed with the liquor, who knows your order at the local chinese off by heart and who is now definitely almost a foot taller than you.
before katsuki washes up, he shyly asks you to stay the night - in his own roundabout way of being timid, which includes his heavy voice and a seldom amount of eye contact - and you normally do sometimes, with him sleeping on the couch while you take up his kingsize bed. your heart shakes a little in your chest but of course, you smile in reply and nod. you and him both know that this time, it’s different.
“we can stay in my bed… if you want,” mumbles the man gruffly and this time, you bite back a smile. dealing with katsuki meant that you didn’t like to fluster him at times where he was opening up to you, albeit in small, crumbly pieces.
you nod again and reply.
“of course.”
it’s 9:35pm on the dot when you both settle into the duvet of his huge bed and katsuki is kind of stiff, to say the least, and there’s a metaphorical wall between you two. you think he’s staring straight up to the ceiling, if his breathing pattern and the slight glow of his red eyes told you anything.
“is it okay if we cuddle?” you whisper, turning to your side to face him and you think you did something right because he breaks out of his self-doubting stupor and after a few moments, opens up his arms to your smaller body as a leg wraps around his waist and an arm drapes across his chest.
“you okay, katsuki?” you whisper again. “did i do something?” and he can hear the pout and the furrowed brow in your voice.
katsuki all but he wraps an arm around to pull you closer, “no. just go to sleep, dumbass.”
you pull yourself up and he panics a little but he can slightly make out the smug grin on playing on your lips and your bright eyes in the dark as you lean on his chest to be level with his face.
“i promise no one under the age of 45 goes to bed at half 9. you’re so lucky you have me,” and before he can ask what you mean on “having you,” you press your lips onto his and it’s ended before it even started. the taste of his mouthwash and your chapstick lingers and he’s stiff all over again.
“anyone would be silly not to love you, even if you act like an old man,” you sigh, bonking your head softly onto his and he inhales deeply, playing with the hem of his shirt draped on your body.
“don’ need anyone else to love me when i have you, right?”
he can see the smile that reaches your eyes, crinkles and all.
“you might be right about that,” you hum and katsuki leans up to nose around your jaw before locking lips with you properly.
katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether. but when you look at him like that: like he has the world on his fingertips, encased in ribbon and inscribed in lettering addressed just for you, he decides that he’ll never accept anything but the best.
even if he is a little bit of a grandpa. but you’d be silly not to love him.
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࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.
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zu-is-here · 10 months
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Run
Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld
Geno by loverofpiggies
Nightmare by jokublog
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checkmcte · 2 years
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beefing up my musing tags, creating the tag graphic, & adding new muses today 
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believingyourwords · 5 months
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sorry for the lull in activity im workin on gettin back into the groove soon here...
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lgcyejin · 1 year
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so i had to make a new rp twitter because... i forgot the login to mine :D
@hanneorps
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catcze · 7 months
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Wriothesley who catches sight of you at Marcotte Station, speaking to the flowers and laughing with the rainbow roses. The jingle of your glee is easy for him to make out— it's a sound he had dedicated himself to try and pull from you whenever he could, of course.
He finds you amidst the shrubbery, crouched and with numerous colored blooms around you. You listen and you converse with the plants in a way he has seen only you do, fingers and hands dancing as you talk. The soft green glow of dendro rains from the tips of your fingers, and the green vision at your side glows as you imbue these blooms with the power you hold.
He lets you bask with your friends the flowers for a while longer, leaning against the trunk of a tree as he looks on with a fond smile. You practically glow out here. The wind is in your hair and the sunlight casts lights into your eyes. If he didn't know any better, he would think that you're a flower here as well, brought to life by the earth and blooming with happiness and joy.
The wind blows through the flowers then, making them shake in the breeze as if they're whispering a secret to you and giggling all the while. You listen for just a second, then look over to the side, where your gaze meets his. The flowers continue to giggle amongst themselves when they see the flush on his cheeks and the way he shyly waves to you.
It's almost embarrassing how he's so smitten with you that even flowers can see it.
But you grin at his appearance, standing up and brushing the grass from your clothes as you run the distance to him. This time, he thinks, awestruck of how you shine in the sunlight. In his pockets, his hand plays with the chain of the pretty but expensive necklace he had bought for you. His heart raced in nerves, in fear. In excitement. This time I'll finally confess how I really feel.
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ginevrapng · 7 months
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Can I request something with remus for kinktober? Maybe you're a slytherin and you don't like each other. The kink being hatefucking
if someone asked you who's the worst person in all of hogwarts you'd be able to answer automatically, remus lupin, the bane of your existence. that gryffindor prefect who you always get paired up with on night duties as you're a prefect too.
"just piss of lupin," you hiss at him for the millionth time. even his breathing annoys you.
"oh don't get your knickers in a twist princess," he replies fed up with you.
"don't call me that." you hate when he calls you that, all because you're a slytherin pureblood.
next thing you know he's grabbing your tie pulling you towards him and kissing you, "shut the fuck up, god you're so fucking annoying." he mumbles angrily against your lips.
you want to stop and want to hate his lips against you, you hate him but you can't say the same about the way his lips are pressed against. you kiss him back with just the same passion as he's kissing you, his lips are slightly chapped and you can smell his sandalwood shampoo, making you heady. you bite his lip, making him groan and push you against the wall.
he tilts your head with his fingertips under your chin to look at him as you see pupils filled with lust. "i'm going to fuck you. hard. and you're going to take it," he says harshly and with his hands still on your chin he moves your head up and down.
"there's no way in salazar that is ever going to happen." you reply defiantly, not wanting to give in to him, not wanting him to get his own way.
remus chuckled darkly and looked down at you with dark eyes, almost like you were prey. "no? are you sure about that." you don't answer, you really do hate him. you pull his hair and pull him down as stand on your tippy toes meeting him half way and smashing your lips together again, giving him the answer he needs. he smirks, grabs hold of your hand and pulls you into an empty classroom.
one second you've walked into the room, the next he's lifting you onto a desk, surprising you with his strength. he doesn't talk and keeps silent as he shoves down his trousers just enough to be able to pull his dick out. you look at him in a daze, thinking that you've never been with someone as big as remus before and you're finding it hard not to stare. when remus notices it makes him cocky but his irritation for you and need to dominate you overshadows it.
"what are you waiting for?" he spits out venomously. you rush to take of your underwear, just wanting him in you. as he looks down at you, he grabs your throat, not choking you just putting his hand around your neck. "i'm doing to fuck you so hard you won't even be able to talk."
"that's a lot of talk lupin." you snap back at him.
he grins darkly and it makes you shiver, "oh princess, it's not talk." he thrusts into you, pushing into you without stopping before pulling out and setting a brutal pace, hard and fast. you wince at the sudden pain and remus groans at how good you feel wrapped around his cock. the pain quickly subsides to pleasure and you start moaning loudly.
"tsk princess, don't be so loud. do you want the whole castle to hear you?" he says condescendingly. you moan louder. "fuck, you're such a slut." he forces two fingers down your throat he's about to tell you to suck them before you do it yourself, moaning and sucking around his fingers causing him to get closer to his finish. you grab hold of his arm, trying to stabilise yourself, remus is thrusting into you so hard the table is shaking and you're nearly falling off.
you're crying constantly, the pleasure overwhelming. "lupin. pl- plea- pl," you're trying to get the words out but you can't through his fingers down your throat.
"pl.. plea.. pl, what? what slut?" he mocks you. the next thing either of you know is that you're pushing your body against his, arching your back and cumming hard. remus groans and leans down in the crook of your neck before your own orgasm triggers his. he pulls out and flops down on the table next to you, placing his arm on his forehead, "i hate you," he says breathing deeply.
"likewise," you say controlling your breathing and wiping the tears from your face.
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wolfiesmoon · 2 months
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Little reminders
Chigiri x gn!reader
guess who's writing for bllk again
turns out i kinda forgot that i'm in the bllk fandom sorry about that guys anyways want sum chigiri fluff
(man i want to write for chigiri much more in the future he's so silly and kissable to me)
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"What are these?"
"Flowers, duh. Are you blind?" you didn't mean to be so sassy at the moment, but his totally confused reaction about the flowers annoyed you.
"I know they're flowers. I was asking more in a 'why are you giving them to me' sense." Chigri sassed you back, and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way even if you were slightly offended right now.
"What? Can't I just give my princess flowers when I feel like it?" you smiled mischeviously at your choice of petname, pushing the flowers to his chest so he was forced to take them.
"Not with that petname..." he sighed, taking the flowers out of your hands. He didn't particularly take offense to you calling him that but he would have preferred a more gender neutral petname.
"Why not? You remind me of one." you imagined Chigiri in a pretty pink princess dress in your mind and giggled at the mental image.
"Why are you giggling now...? I don't recall saying or doing something funny." he looked unamused, and you have a feeling he would be even less amused if you told him what you were actually laughing about.
"Nothing, nothing." an awkward silence fell between the two of you after you said that.
When you passed by the flower shop today and saw flowers that reminded you of Chigiri, you decided to buy them impulsively.
You didn't really think much beyond that. What could you possibly continue the conversation with?
"They reminded me of you. The flowers." you blurted out without thinking, cringing at yourself instantly after doing so.
"How?" Chigiri inspected the boquet in his hands. The flowers were pretty and all, but he didn't really get how they screamed 'Chigiri Hyoma' to you. But he wanted to know. Really bad.
"How? Their color reminds me of your pretty, sparkling eyes, and the petals are all shiny and thick like your hair AND kinda remind me of your eyelashes and the leaves are so lean and 'speedy-looking' and it reminds me of how fast you run, and-"
Your mouth was suddenly being covered by a smooth finger, and you made a strange noise upon being stopped mid-sentence.
"Alright, I get it. Don't start making an entire ode to my beauty here." He says so, but his cheeks are turning pink and the blush is spreading rapidly.
"Thank you. For the flowers, and the... compliments." He smiled down at the flowers, and then shifted his gaze back to you. Now he's viewing the random gift of flowers totally differently.
"Tell me not to do it." You gently moved his hand off your mouth. God, you were holding back so hard from kissing him all over it wasn't even funny.
"Don't do it?" Chigiri answered in confusion, gripping the boquet slightly harder.
"Not convincing enough. Get ready for... KISSING ATTACK!!!" you threw yourself onto him, peppering kisses all over his pretty face.
"Ack! Hey, you're-" he didn't exactly have an opening to get a few words in, so he submitted to his fate.
Not that it was a bad one. He enjoyed it far too much.
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askflowey · 1 month
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My cat LOVES this blog. She forces me to read all of the posts in chronological order to her every night before she goes to bed otherwise she starts calling me slurs
Give your cat a little kiss on the head for me
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maokomi · 1 year
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No but 🤔 we've heard of Idol!Kazuha in 6reeze, who meets a reader who is a fan of his and hits it off with him, but what about a swap of that 👀👀
Like Imagine something where you're the idol and Kazuha is a fan. Imagine Kazuha, semi-broke English Lit student, scraping together all the money he has to spare just to be able to attend your concert. Even if he doesn't get front-row seats, even if he's gonna be cramped amongst other loud, jumping bodies for who knows how long just to catch a glimpse of you in person and to see you perform live, he's never wanted anything more. Tomo, his best friend, teases him for how much he likes you and how much he's done just to be able to afford concert tickets, but really at this point all Kazuha can do is bashfully shrug because, hey, it's true.
And then —in an absolutely crazy stroke of luck— just as Kazuha buys his and Tomo's tickets on the official online website (because despite all the well-natured teasing, Tomo isn't gonna let his friend go alone) there's a small box that pops up on screen, complete with small animated confetti and a pretty-looking Congratulations! at the top of the box.
Kazuha has to re-read it one. Then twice. Then a third time. But... there's absolutely no way. He scoffs a little, both at himself and at the website. He's a fool for getting his hopes up— this is just a scam or something, and the website's security must be worse than he thought.
It's only when he goes into his email inbox to forward the tickets to Tomo that he pauses as he reads over the details on last time and he's frozen. Mouth drying, his eyes flick up to the sender bar, just to check that, yes, this is indeed the official email from the company handling your tickets. Kazuha feels a thrill go through his veins. He can't decide if his blood is pumping hot on adrenaline, or if it's frozen in place.
He dials Tomo's number.
"Hey! Did you get the tickets?"
He's usually so calm and composed, but in the face of this he feels like his grip on reality is slipping away with giddiness.
"...Kazuha?"
"I got the tickets," he blurts out, so rushed and frantic, so unlike him. There's a grin on his face and his eyes are wide. "But they're not— they— They're VIP."
There's a rustle on the other end, likely Tomo sitting up in bed. Kazuha knows that there's a furrow to his brow. "VIP? Kazuha, you've seen the prices on these things. Those are way out of our budget—"
Kazuha just shakes his head, even if Tomo can't see him. "I didn't buy the VIP— there was a... a raffle. Lucky draw. Something. But it's legitimate, Tomo. The ticketing company really sent those tickets. And I didn't realize at first, but they're not just VIP either."
Kazuha swallows. The nervous yet excited thrill making his stomach flip. He stares at the monitor of his laptop, his stare intense enough to drill a hole through the screen.
"They're also backstage meet and greet passes."
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