#Reserved rp

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Entangled Chains and Crimson blood||

~~Reserved Crime Au with @demon-blood-youths~~

Everyone knew who he was. They all feared him and his name. Now who could that be you ask? Well, his name is Ryomen Sukuna A.K.A the king of curses or the Disgraced One.

Within New york, he's well known to be the most dangerous and powerful man on earth. Not to forget, he was filthy rich. Billions to Millions of dollars under his hand where no one dares go against him. He's also the head leader of being sure other criminal underground gangs/fractions/yakuza gangs/organizations etc didn't do something to get them caught or worse; him. They knew the punishment if they did.

He was seeing things going well in his town and things were calm. Or almost. Right now, he got a message from one of his underdogs speaking about some activity in one of his hidden clubs downtown.

From the report, he read some of the police have been getting complaints that it could get his business noticed in a bad way. Turns it it involves human trafficking. Now, he couldn't have that can he? So, he was having his driver take him to the club as he was looking ahead, his red eyes looking ahead as the street lights pass.

"....." Sukuna was going to stop the problem himself since the other idiots didn't get it. After a few moments, he encounters the club as the car stops to see him get out and goes for Sukuna to open the door stepping out. It was cloudy this night too. What a pain. He looks to his club seeing the lights not flashing, the music was off leaving a dead silence from inside but he goes to walk towards it. No one else was here but he only raised a eyebrow to keep walking and goes inside. From in, it was a mess. Seems whatever happened left a mess and a bloody one.

He was walking forward with some back up following him with guns to ensure no one would attack him. Though, Sukuna didn't need anyone to protect him since he can do that. Or get lapdogs to do it. He keeps walking to wonder what happened touching a table with blood on it.

"........" This was indeed going to alert the police.

"You." He sees one guard walk over.

"Yes sir?"

"Get a clean up crew in this place. I don't need the police trying to run this place out. Be sure it's done and nothing left. Understand?" He asked seeing the guy nod nervous.

"Yes sir." He said going to do that. Sukuna watches him go with the others to call a clean up right away. Before he turns to lead, his eyes noticed one of the back doors open showing a body but their was grunting noises. "....."

Which he and his group heard. They wonder where or what made that noise before hearing a loud gun shot. They got Sukuna to go to the door to check it out with the others following him. He goes down some stairs to hear the noises more clearly now. Was their someone still here? The heavy smell of copper was present as he keeps walking to get to the bottom.

Seems the report was right, a yakuza gang had taken over his club and was in the work of human trafficking. He wonders if the remaining Yakuza was here that made him annoyed to know. He walks down the hallway seeing a main room that must be where it started.

He walks over with his guards to see them waiting to attack but giving the signal, one kicks the door down to aim but tense seeing inside. Sukuna looks but was quiet to see. The whole room was soaked or drenched in blood, bodies of the dead Yakuzas were there. Some had bullet wounds, others had things stabbed into them, their eyes ripped out or bodies hidden. However, that's not what caught Sukuna's eyes.

Their was a young female there standing in the middle, she was holding one of the dead Yakuza members shirt while panting heavily. She was covered in blood from head to toe, looking like she snapped and killed everyone here. He heard her heavy breathing like a wild animal that just completed a hunt. The others got scared seeing her but keeps their guns aimed as Sukuna looks to walk inside.

"Mister Ryomen, wait!" One said loud enough by mistake that will get them noticed.

#IC #rp reply #rp starter #reserved rp #Entangled Chains and Crimson Blood #Crime Au #Sukuna #king of curses/the dark one #demon-blood-youths #Peahen mom: Here ya go dear. Hope this is alright <3 #If not let me know please

[mishapen-dear]

apocalypse au. cannibalism. corpses. Offscreen loss of loved ones

-

“Some leather armour,” Bad notes, tugging curiously at the straps of the corpse’s armour. “Euagh, almost broken, though.” The armour gets tossed to the side. “A granola bar? Okay, we’ll take that.”

Cellbit twitches at that. He wants to ask, “Do we have to?” but there’s several reasons why he doesn’t. Protesting a backup food supply is never a good idea, for one. It’s not worth it to risk starvation just because he’s worried that the backup food supply will become their primary. He tightens his hold on the bloody sword and insists again. It’s not worth it. Instead, he says, voice rasping, “There’s too many. It’s all going to rot.”

“You think so?” Bad looks up at him, then runs a critical eye over the little encampment. Ten bodies, some larger, but all fat deposits slimmed by lasting hunger. Bad licks at the blood left on his hand from looting the corpse, considering their haul thoughtfully. “I don’t think things rot that fast, Cellbit.”

He twitches again when Bad says his name. It wasn’t an admonishment- it was barely even an opinion Cellbit should validate, knowing how long it takes Bad to consider something rotten -but there is something yearning and grieving and desperate slinking between the muscle fibers of his heart that squirms to hear that disagreement. He’s shaking. He hasn’t stopped shaking. He wants to bite the edge of his sword hard enough that his teeth will crack into sharpened splinters. He wouldn’t need the sword, then. “I don’t- we should cook it,” he says. “Some.”

Bad snaps his fingers triumphantly, as though he’d remembered something. “Pre-digestion!” he exclaims so loudly that Cellbit flinches. No birds fly away- they’ve already been scared off. “Oh! You want to save some for later? Yeah, sure, we can do that. But we should eat what doesn’t fit in the car.” Cellbit doesn’t know how to explain that he can’t eat as much as much as Bad. Not even cooked. It fills him with- it’s not envy but it isn’t not envy, either. Some dissatisfaction.

Back in the— when he was small Cellbit had always assumed that it was Bad’s size that lead him to take the larger portion of their meals. It made sense, and he always got his fill so he was happy with it. Then, when he was grown, it was frustrating. Bad could eat an entire corpse in one sitting; Cell couldn’t even get through an entire leg. He’d realized then, gnawing at bone and just waiting to be done, that Bad couldn’t have possibly eaten an entire corpse. It was childish dreams made memory, morphed by the horror and the trauma and the things he didn’t think about. And now they’ve met up again, and these are their first corpses but Cellbit knows that despite their looting Bad’s share of the resources are always depleted, even when they come across a feast and- The clever part of him is wondering how much he’s really misremembered after all.

Bad seems oblivious to Cellbit’s thoughts. “We can smoke some of this and it’ll last you a bit longer,” he suggests thoughtfully, starting to dig through the corpse’s clothes again. “It might take us some extra time, but this place is safe enough that they set up camp, and we don’t know when we’ll get the chance again. Good idea. Do you want to carve the meat or set up the smoker?”

The thing in Cellbit’s heart writhes almost giddily at the praise. He thinks that he hates it. He misses when he could fool himself into thinking he deserved it. “The meat,” rasps its way out of his throat, proving him right.

Bad lights up. Cellbit can immediately tell that he’s up to something. “In that case- I have something for you that might make it… a little bit easier.”

“What is it?”

“Close your eyes!” The bleeding part of him wails at the thought of the vulnerability, but this is Bad. He’s only alive because of him. Fitting to die because of him, too. Cellbit closes his eyes and continues to shake. The back of his teeth are dry. There’s the sound of rustling as Bad does whatever, and then a triumphant, “Ta-da~!” Cellbit gratefully takes this as his cue to open his eyes again.

Badboyhalo is holding a knife.

Badboyhalo is holding a kitchen knife. Thumb and fingers pinching either side of the blade, handle out, an offering. It’s clean, except where Bad’s hands have stained it red.

Cellbit had been calm, before, the way you are when you’re doing what you were made for. Then he had been satisfied, and excited, and then jittery and bad and happy and satisfied and dreadful. Longing and hatred and benediction and fulfillment. The sight of the knife fades all of that out. When he grabs it, those feelings turn to static. Still there, still hunting him, but forced to back away in the face of its armed prey. The world smooths out a little and hurts a bit less.

Badboyhalo has given him a knife.

“Bad-“ he says, and doesn’t choke up about it.

Bad smiles at him. Bad beams at him. “I was waiting for a good time to give it to you. I know you’ve got your sword, but I remember you telling me that knives are your favourite. Is that still true?”

Overwhelmed, Cellbit nods a little. “Thank- thank you. Obrigado, Bad.”

“De nada!” Bad chirps, cheerful as anything. He pats Cellbit on the shoulder, gently, as his tone shifts. “The sky is still blue, Cellbit. Remember that.”

He wanders away before Cellbit can bring himself to mutter, “Mas às vezes está nublado.” But it’s just Cellbit now, and his knife, and the bodies, and no one living can hear him.

He’s already dropped the sword, he realizes abruptly, clinging to his knife with both hands. He needs to pick it up and clean it before the blood coagulates. There is meat in front of him, still warm and waiting to be processed. Still, he manages to pick up the sword and wipe it in the vicinity of cleanliness on the body’s clothes, his other hand still clinging to his knife. He cuts the clothes, and drops the sword to the side.

When the knife cuts flesh, he starts to grin again. The world turns into a loving red, and he gets to work.

-

Bad feels bad.

He doesn’t dwell on it. Guilt or grief- they both started with g. It’s probably even better, even, feeling guiltier than griefier! Take away the question of accountability entirely, hold control, do what he has to do. And he has to do this.

The log in Bad’s hands cracks. He giggles at it, then takes several quick breaths as tears rapidly pool in his eyes. He doesn’t wipe them, just carefully lays the log down into his makeshift fireplace.

Bad doesn’t like hurting his friends. It’s like a bad prank that leaves lasting damage; it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. But it’s not really all that bad, all things considered. Bad isn’t hurting him or putting him in more danger. If anything, Cellbit is safer with him. They’ve done this before- anything Cellbit can’t eat, Bad can, and they know Cellbit can eat Bad. It’s better. It’s what needs to be done.

There’s a loud lowing in the distance. Bad stills as he listens to it. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Cellbit still carving. They found someone else tonight. Bad feels some tension leak from between his shoulderblades. They’ll be fed and full, and slow in the morning. Cellbit and Bad will have more than enough time to get packed up after a rest.

Cellbit has someone left. Bad is giving him a gift, but he can’t give it yet. Bad knew exactly what he would do if it turned out his own loved ones were still around, and he knows what Cellbit would do, too.

If Cellbit knew that Roier was still alive, he’d leave.

#it has been a While since ive watched cellbit i reserve the right to be incorrect about characters 🙏 #theres a lot goin on rn but as i said when in doubt write cannibalism #throwing these guys at each other in my big ol sandbox #anyway CANNIBALISM #APOCALYPSE #CODEPENDANCY!! #one of my fave things pre purg was when cellbit and bad had That Talk and i fuckin Yearn for a universe where they rp more together #one of my fave sandboxes to play in is also apocalypse aus #thus: #feel free to ask questions about this au idk how much if any more ill actually write #i have no name for it yet but it can be summed up as Two Fuckers Spiralling #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cellbit #blood #cannibalism #mishapen words #this was fun tho its been a while since i just fucked around :] #fun fact i wrote this all in tumblr mobile drafts #eat the living au

[hatchet-bakery]

[Jordan walked in with a smile, holding Tim’s hand behind him. He walked to the counter.]

“Hey, we had a reservation for 6:00 pm.”

- @jordan-williams-tuba @prophet-tim-houston

[Blair looks up from their seat at the counter and smiles at the pair.]

Hey you two! Follow me over this way.

[He sits up and picks up two laminated pieces of paper before leading them to a small table that’s been set up.]

Now, we don’t normally get people asking for reservations, but on the rare case we do, I actually have menus so you have the choice of getting actual food, rather than some pastries!

#blairtalks #hatchetblr #hatchetfield rp #the bakery most definitely doesn’t normally do reservations but blair for sure made menus and food on the rare occasions someone asks -admin

[nifft]

- ̗̀ STARTER CALL  ̖́-

Making this post for current and new followers to interact with!

♡ Like for a simple starter ✎ Reply with a pencil for your muse to receive a drawing from Niffty 🗡 Specify who if multi-muse

#do you have a reservation? -- [starter call] #hazbin hotel rp #⚔ killing bugs -- [ooc]

[prophet-of-the-barrens]

proto are you a dilf

[Do you people even know what the word dad means?]

#as prototype #ask #os game rp #anonymous #suggestive #/ooc: im answering this because its funny but i reserve the right not to if you get weird about it

[theofficersacademy]

Hi! My name is Cyan. Could I reserve Cynthia from Fire Emblem Awakening/Ylisse please? c: thank you!

Cynthia has been reserved!

You have one week (3/28) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Ree

#cynthia #awakening #ylisse #fe rp #fire emblem rp #reserves

[lil-shiro]

Men being enamoured by Lance part ??? (via Jared C. Tilton / Getty Images)

#it's happening again #look at his smile I can't #I forgot that Nico was the RP reserve driver #lance stroll #ls18 #miami gp 2023

[ghostsxagain]

open to: m/f/nb (mutuals & nonmutuals) muse: mateo jimenez, 29 yrs old, bartender, the kind of guy that falls hard and fast without much thought

"is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together so I can love you?" mateo's fingers anxiously tap on the beer bottle in his hands. he'd been holding back his feelings for them for ages and truthfully he's over it. they deserved to be happy, they deserved each other - surely they could see that, right? "is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? or do you just not want to?"

#mateo jimenez ; open #open starter #open rp #indie rp #no nicholas galitzine muses please as thats a reserved ship <33

[miqojak]

"I am going to do some Gpose today" I have said to myself for a week or two since my health issues have been lessening... and then I think about how much energy and time it takes, and I just... don't.

#trapped in an ugly cycle of being disinterested in my own characters bc others are disinterested #but also over the last few years the RP focus has massively shifted to Elezen and Ishgard in the tumblr XIV community #I'll eventually find a way to meet people in other RP spheres...maybe #and I live in a place that's as cold and snowy as Ishgard most of the year... so I don't enjoy the zone at all #plus the themes in Ishgard are meh for me - I just don't care about the catholic guilt stuff #plus the church was overthrown so that's not even really a relevant zone theme anymore? #and the class warfare is more interesting in Ul'dah for me...bc it's warm and doesn't remind me that I'm *also* stuck in a frozen hellscape #anyways it's so cold that my bones hurt #going to reserve my spoons for a day I have the energy to spend like 8 hours taking pictures and video

[nepofm]

[    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄  . . .    ]    cierra  ramirez  +  maitreyi  ramakrishnan  are  RESERVED  for  24  hours  !

#appless rp #oc rp #rich kids rp #city rp #gossip girl rp #reserved.

[imthebentley]

BENTLEY BUCKAROO part 2!

Yall know what time it is!

Yall asked for it!

Here it is!

Here's how it works, you bring me offerings. Pop them in my ask box. I wear them. We keep going until we go too far and demon daddio steps in.

RULES (there's rules this time)

One item per ask! Ask as many times as you like though.

NO live animals bigger than a loaf of bread

NO GLITTER! (you know who you are) ANY (loose) GLITTER WILL BE UNO REVERSED! YOU KNOW I CAN YOU KNOW I WILL!

Behold my anti glitter ward!

Let's have a quick reminder of how far we got last time:

Pretty good - but lets see if we can do sillier this time round. We're starting on a fresh slate (I'm naked). So without further ado -

Lets get buckarooing!

ready, steady GO!!!!

#During the game 'Bentley Buckaroo' the bentley reserves the right to #do what she wants #ignore asks #take a long time replying #call off the game #casually mock someone on their poor taste of offering #and anything else #good omens rp #the bentley #bentely buckaroo #bentley buckaroo two

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||A serial killer’s hidden passion: His special someone||

~~A reserved Serial killer au with @within-the-resort~~

Michael Afton hated today. Nothing really happens during the day in this boring city. He’s been here his whole life, from childhood to adult hood. He never found anything amusing. Well, except at night when killing worthless worms that hide in the darkness of the town. He was just walking by a few people on the sidewalk, checking his phone.

He already had some eyeing him due to how hot he looked but some even admire him from afar. Everyone wanted to get with him but they always get rejected by him. They didn’t interest him. They were boring to him! Well, at least he can still keep looking. He wanted to find that special someone he can pamper, cherish, and love. But when will that come?

#IC #silver roses #rp reply #reserved rp #A serial killer's hidden passion: His special someone #serial killer au #michael afton #killer among the dark/the purple guy #within-the-resort #peahen mom: hope this is alright dear <3

[foundationhq]

with  that,  our  open  skeletons  are  posted  for  your  perusal  —  𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇  𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅,  𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌  𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺,  𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸  𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅,  𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸  𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅,  №2  𝑃𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐿,  𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆  𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇,  𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻  𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌,  &  𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸𝑇  𝐺𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸.  our  application  form  will  be  released  tomorrow  at  12  PM  PST.  we're  online  right  now  so  feel  free  to  ask  any  questions! 

>  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛  🅟 

#new rp #original rp #skeleton rp #oc rp #mature rp #sci fi rp #horror rp #fhq.update #literate rp #lsrp #lsrpg #[ we finally made it to this point :'> ] #[ we're so excited to field questions! ] #[ we have a few more reserved and closed skeletons waiting in the wings... more fun connections to look out for! ]

[piningprecussionist]

here's two songs about you, review them, don't, up to you. i personally think they're pretty nice and a fitting tribute to you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ChY-lq88Gs 'Kim Pine' by The Barking Gugs. AND https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjy7LpqCirI 'Kim Pine' by Sitting In An Elevator. -signed, that guy who said he had a crush on you. *enclosed is a small, decently drawn hand-painted painting depicting two figures, one with red hair, presumably Kim. dancing under the stars, in the snow. and a pair of carved, emerald studded drumsticks, with a small pine tree engraved on each, and a small sleeve of Golden Oreos.*

*Kim appears uncomfortable, but again, she pockets the Oreos before setting the other items aside, grimacing.*

People write songs about me? Why? I'm not-

*She takes a deep breath; deciding to listen to the songs before saying anything further, she types up the links into her PC. She listens to both, expression shifting between various stages of grief. Eventually the second song ends, and she spends a moment tapping her fingers against her desk, unsure if she should curb her response.*

... Not really my kind of music. Of the two, I guess I prefer the second? Not really sure I'm comfortable with the sentiments being expressed by men I don't think I've ever spoken to once in my life...

*Her right eye twitches slightly, the corner of her mouth curling in displeasure.*

Look, guy, I appreciate that you like me, but this is... wildly uncomfortable to experience. I mean, you've been pretty nice, really, and thank you for the gifts and all, but... I don't know you. You know to expect nothing, right?

If necessary, I will kick your ass, and I won't feel very badly about it. Hell, I'd use the drumsticks you just gave me to do it.

Just... keep that in mind, I guess. Tred lightly.

#(ooc: just wanted to note that like... I'm fine with running this thread with the understand that Kim is Not Interested?) #(ooc: and the confession that it is a Little Uncomfortable trying to answer these not knowing if you understand that. just like for me.) #(ooc: Personal Experiences And Things.) #(ooc: plus I haven't decided if- for the purposes of this blog- I am writing Kim as a [formerly] comp het lesbian or a kinda reluctant? bi+ #(+ gal. But even if I am writing her as bi explicitly I am not necessarily interested oc/self insert stuff for her at this point in time. + #(+ Least of all with men I think.) #(ooc: thank you for understanding! i hope anyway!) #pine.txt #asks #anon #rp #sp comic #spvtw #spvtwtg #spto #kim pine #(in the event that you are chill and understand that this is like.. The Response. I can add you to the reserved list of you want maybe?) #crush guy

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

Notices : Strawberry Shortcake from Strawberry Shortcake™, Strawberry Shortcake™: Berry In The Big City, and Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™, Apple from Animal Crossing™, Orange Blossom from Strawberry Shortcake™, Strawberry Shortcake™: Berry In The Big City, and Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™, and Vicky from The Fairly OddParents are now reserved for the next twenty-four hours ( until April 20th, 2024, at 6:55 A.M. in the G.M.T. +8 Time Zone, and until April 19th, 2024, at 3:55 P.M. in the P.S.T. Time Zone  ) !!

#multifandom rp #fandom rp #appless rp #town rp #city rp #appless RPG #multifandom RPG #strawberry shortcake #f.f.:notices. #f.f.:reserves. #apple #orange blossom #vicky #animal crossing™ rp #strawberry shortcake™ rp #strawberry shortcake: Berry In The Big City rp #strawberry shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™ rp #The Fairly OddParents rp

[theofficersacademy]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGRRHRHRGRGAAAAAAA HELPPP HELPPP GRRGAHAHWHWEWE crawling into the masterlist in absolute shambles nearly trembling as if a huge dragon attacked me this MIGHT BE an impulsive decision but

now that my cooldown has reached its end, i'd like to put in a tentative reserve for emmeryn from fire emblem: awakening ( fe13 ) while i prepare, please and thank you! (❁´◡`❁)

Emmeryn has been reserved!

You have one week (3/11) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Key

#emmeryn #awakening #ylisse #fe rp #fire emblem rp #reserves