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bebemoon · 5 months
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look for the name: RHION
general research extended arm top, c. 1996
yohji yamamoto back tuck skirt w/ belt in black
rick owens eyelet ski mask in black
jw anderson black leather padlock ankle boots
alexander wang large ice grey "brenda" chain bag
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crimson-catalyst · 1 year
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hey man ya got legs
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brilleonix · 2 years
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I was reading @monstersandmaw 's Rhion's story today, and their writing made my imagination run so strong that I had to draw him out.
This is close to how I saw him in my head, and although, right as I'm typing this, I realise that I completely forgot about his dimples (。ŏ﹏ŏ)--I hope you can still like him <3
I enjoyed this one sm!!
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monstersandmaw · 2 years
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👚 Rhion, please!
And maybe Dremora lad when he’s not in his armour?
Rhion is an interesting one. He would probably go for baggy t-shirts and jeans to start with, but maybe he could find some joy in something smarter. His general colour palette would be dark, kelp greens and the dark blues of the deep sea on a sunny day.
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Dremora lad is very relaxed. Most of the time he'll just wear his black buckskin leggings with nothing on top (lucky Alys!), but if he does wear more clothes, it'll be a baggy shirt. The closest I could find to what I imagine for his leggings are the dark brotherhood ones, but his don't have the red patches.
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How did you come up with the main characters for your story?
So Rhion I think is the main character of my story. She is a bit of a self insert but I made her since I was a kid, like a hero version of myself. Slowly she's developed beyond that, still keeping the same appearance.
More recent developments (And by recent I mean in the past few years) have been her telekinetic powers, who her parents are, spots of vertigo on her neck because of her father, and having a twin brother Rhyo, who started as a clone of her but turned into just her twin.
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sweet-pinkitty · 1 year
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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder
Wedding✨
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Finally… I'm going to cry! Congratulations, we are so proud of happy couples, men's weddings forever!👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤵‍♂️👰‍♀️✨👏💕
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💟All to the other weddings
🍰 Finally, in Love Again 🍰
🐦My Last First Kiss 🐦
🎶 Scandal in the Spotlight 🎶
🚓 Metro PD: Close to You 🚓
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eikouxd · 11 months
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♤♡Ask a Bidder: Mushroom of time: Pairs◇♧
Hello, thank you all for all the positive welcoming to this scenario. I hope you enjoy it!
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Just a reminder that responses will take a while. Thank you for your patience, love and support!
Btw the argument between Mamoru and Soryu is actually from a special story! It's super funny. You should definitely read! The story is called:
Hot Spring Heat Stroke: Soryu
Prologue:
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kurooblossom · 10 months
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「PERIODS」 KBTBB
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OBEY ME VER. | MASTERLIST | TAGLIST 
➤ Characters: Aihara Hikaru, Ayase Koji, Baba Mitsunari, Hatter Rhion, Hishikura Shuichi, Ichinomiya Eisuke, Inui Ryosuke, Luke Foster, Kisaki Ota, Kishi Mamoru, Oh Soryu, Samejima Koichi
➤ Tags: established relationships, gn!reader with ovaries, mentions of adult activities, period blood and accessories, probably ooc because I haven’t completed everyone’s routes yet (done at least one season for everyone but Rhion, who I am doing next)
➤ A/N: Firstly, I am so late to this series (and Voltage games in general). Secondly, let’s just consider this a shit post. 😂 I wasn’t planning to post anything else like this but... my mind wandered and this was the result. 😂😅
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He either doesn’t know what a period is or is a little confused by the concept. Regardless, he gets really concerned when he finds spots of blood on your shared bed sheets. 
↳  Rhion, RYOSUKE
He doesn’t mention the blood left on your shared bed sheets when you started your period a little earlier than usual. If it isn’t much, he will just let you sleep and deal with it when you wake up. He carries you into the bathroom, where he has an warm bath waiting for you, and tells you to take your time. Meanwhile, he strips the sheets from the bed and deals with the cleaning since he knows how you usually feel during that time of the month.
↳ Ayase, BABA, Ryosuke, Samejima, SORYU
Alternatively, he waits for you to wake up, but you have to change the sheets. Regardless of the reason, he leaves it up to you.
↳ EISUKE, Hikaru, Luke, MAMORU, RHION
He wakes you up when he notices, when you do spot, and makes you change the sheets immediately.
↳ OTA, Shuichi
He goes out for you, during that time of the month, when you need more period products. He never complains about such a task.
“Do you still want that brand?” He asks, surprising you with how casual he is about it.
When you ask him he frowns. Embarrassing? He doesn’t understand why it would be. Picking up your period products is just another task to him. He is also your boyfriend so this is just something he naturally should be able to do for you without it being a whole thing.
↳ BABA, Luke, RYOSUKE, Samejima, SHUICHI, Soryu
He’s hesitant to go buy period products for you. He may complain about it being embarrassing, but he will do it every time you ask. Even asking when he’s out and he knows it’s that time. His cheeks are as a red as a tomato but it’s for you so he endures.
↳ Ayase, Hikaru, MAMORU, OTA, Rhion
Him? Go buy you period products? Pfft... He has people for that.
↳ EISUKE, Soryu
Why are you concerned about him not being okay fetching period products for you? He’s a doctor, a back alley doctor at that. Something so simple and mundane is nothing to him. 
↳ LUKE
When you’re having particularly bad cramps, he’ll tell you go lay down and pampers you a little. Brings you some medication, some water, a heating pad, whatever you need. He’ll also lay down with you if he has the time, his hands slipping under the fabric of your clothes to massage your aching body.
↳ Ayase, BABA, Eisuke, Hikaru, RYOSUKE, Samejima, Soryu
He won’t go out of the way to pamper you, but he will gave you massages while the two of you are curled up together on the couch or bed. Don’t bring attention to it though. He’ll most likely stop the moment you point it out.
↳ Eisuke, Hikaru, MAMORU, OTA, Shuichi
He makes a joke about solving your monthly problem for nine months.
↳ Baba, Eisuke, OTA
He isn’t joking. He will do it. Just tell him and he will get started.
↳ EISUKE, Luke, I lowkey see Shuichi too but that could be just me
Want to have sex while on your period? Hell yeah. He doesn’t care. As long as your comfortable then he’s all for it. 
↳ Baba, EISUKE, Luke, MAMORU, Samejima
Goes the extra mile to make it easier on you. Grabs towels to place underneath you, carries you afterward to the bathroom where he gently lowers you into a nice warm bath, etc.
↳ BABA, Hikaru, RYOSUKE, Samejima, Soryu
Want to have sex while on your period? ...I guess? While the blood doesn’t bother him necessarily, he’s just concerned about how you might feel during, the mess, etc.
↳ Ayase, Hikaru, Ryosuke, SORYU
It’s Friday, my dudes, which means it’s sexy time and no period is going to ruin your routine.
↳ SHUICHI
He buys you sweets and such each time because he knows they make you feel better, even if it’s only a small fraction.
↳ Ayase, BABA, Hikaru, RYOSUKE
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neerons · 1 year
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Kissed by The Baddest Bidder ♠️
The characters’ Blinking Animation for the @voltagefandomproject
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eisukevint · 2 years
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inspired by the legend @kiserusmoke !!
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ive had these in my gallery for three whole years sheesh. @leoamber66 and @lin-ful ur seal of approval is required :3
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rhionhattersgf · 1 year
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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Meme Templates Pt.4!
Woah so I was gone for a long time and I apologize about that. Let me try and be consistent and not vanish off the face off the earth this time :').
Anyway~! The meme templates! These are just for fun as usual!
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Have a insightful day!
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darkworkcourier · 1 year
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tiny little ghost/dancer fic that's been spinning around in my brain for weeks. the background is that ghost and dancer joined the SAS at the same time (they're only a month apart in age) and they're besties. (also FWBs in the future.)
so around this time, they're about 22 years old. ghost's just staring to really become Ghost, but dancer's just dancer.
cw for PTSD, trauma, and a wee bit of gore.
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"Ghost. Hey. Hey." A hand tapping his helmet, the dull thunk-thunk reverberates through his skull. Then, with a little more insistence, "Simon. Look at me."
He does. Slowly. His neck feels like it operates on an old, rusty mechanism, aching as he turns to look at Dancer.
Dancer, right? At the moment, his mind is a tempest, throwing thoughts around like flotsam after a wreck, misplacing things he knows are supposed to be important. Their mission, what he's supposed to do next, the face of his best friend—
"Fuck," Dancer whispers. His eyes go wide, searching Simon's face for... something. Whatever he's looking for, Simon isn't sure if he's found it or not. He immediately opens the Humvee door and leans out, calling to their captain. "Give me a minute with him, 'kay? Just—"
He must make a motion with his hand that communicates something, because immediately after, Simon hears the captain grunt and say something like, "If it was anyone else," whatever that means.
The door shuts, leaving them alone in the wide cab, engine muttering quietly like an afterthought.
In an instant, Dancer's undoing the clasp on Simon's helmet, removing it and setting it down on the console. Dancer's own helmet follows, and then one of his hands is on Simon's head, fingernails gently scratching over his scalp—grounding him.
"Talk to me," he says. "Where are you right now?"
Hell if he knows. Maybe ten klicks back, caught in the frozen black mud with ordinance firing and leaving a burning taste in his mouth. He's back with a body, left arm missing, right hand gripping a rifle with fingers bent like claws. Fragments of a skull cling to his gloves, grey matter on his fatigues, patches of blood itchy on his face. All the while, the mantra—if I can hold his head together, he'll live. He'll live.
"Simon." Dancer's voice cuts through the chant, his hand firm and warm on Simon's head. "You're here. With me. You're in the back of this same bloody fuckin' Humvee that brought us out here. Captain Whitman is outside right now with our Lt., an' they're probably talkin' about something really fuckin' boring like... like cricket scores. Or that pub that Whitman never shuts up about. The one with the stupid name— what is it? The Hare and the—"
"The Barking Hare," Simon hears himself say.
Dancer grins. It's exhausted, and there's dirt at the corner of his mouth, but it's earnest. "Yeah," he replies. "The hell kinda name is that, anyway?"
Simon shakes his head. Doesn't know.
"Right, so they're talkin' about their stupid pub and cricket scores. And then they're gonna get in here and keep talkin' about it, so we'll have to hear it all the way back to base," Dancer goes on. His voice moves up and down like a song, and Simon feels himself lean into it. His right side is pressed against Dancer's left, and he nods slowly. Dancer's hand drops to the back of his neck, pulling Simon in close so their foreheads touch. "Whitman'll talk about how they don't play cricket like they did back when he was young, whenever that was. An' Lieutenant Foster will just say the word 'right' over and over because he's not actually listenin'."
"Until they start talkin' about rugby," Simon replies.
He feels Dancer laugh against him, a low rumble that draws Simon in even closer. "At least I can talk about rugby."
"Whitman wouldn't let you get a word in."
"No, but you an' I can talk about it," Dancer says.
Simon closes his eyes, smells the gunpowder-smoke-sweat clinging to Dancer. He focuses on the feeling of his best friend's hand running back and forth across the nape of his neck, drops his head a little to give Dancer more room.
Then Dancer asks in a low, soft voice, "What do you need from me, Si?"
Anything. Everything. He needs Dancer to hold onto him like this, to keep Simon from leaping out of his own body like he's a squatter just barely claiming rights. He needs him to scrub out every drop of blood and brain matter violently embossed into Simon's skin from the man he couldn't save. He needs—
"You," Simon replies, wretched and broken up. His throat feels tight. He hasn't cried in years, but for the first time, he feels perilously close.
Dancer's nuzzling up to him, undoubtedly leaving a dirt smear on Simon's face. "You have me, mate," he tells him. "Y'know that."
He does. They've had each other since day one, when they were scraping their way through SAS selection like two desperate animals. Dancer had him the moment he shoved their shoulders together during an exhausted walk back to the tent during their stamina trials, muttering, 'I feel like I fuck up less when I'm around you.'
"I know," Simon replies. One of his hands finds the back of Dancer's head, fingers running through his sweat-damp hair.
And he thinks, I'm less fucked up around you.
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exaltatuss · 8 months
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"She's at least more respectable looking in that form at the least." She'd snap a photo too, immediately after. The time limit on her existence hasn't petered out yet, considering the energy conservation she's currently doing, so she has a hefty amount of time to work around with on certain things.
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clockworkcourier · 10 months
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BASICS
FULL NAME → Rhion Dafydd Owens
NICKNAME/CALLSIGN → "Dancer" by SAS personnel; "Bwlyn" by his mom and older sisters
AGE → [REDACTED] (Older than 40)
BIRTHDAY → July 9th
SPECIES → Human
NATIONALITY → Welsh
GENDER → Cisgender male
ORIENTATION → Bisexual
AFFILIATION(S) → SAS, SpecGru, Task Force 141 (sometimes)
OCCUPATION(S) → SAS Lieutenant, specialist in hostile environment warfare (mountain, desert)
THREAT LEVEL → Deceptively high
SPOKEN LANGUAGES →  English, Welsh, French, some Arabic
APPEARANCE
FACECLAIM → Trystan Gravelle
EYE COLOR(S) → Hazel-brown
HAIR COLOR(S) → Black, going gray
DOMINANT HAND → Right
ACCENT → Strong Welsh accent, but excellent dialect mimic
HEIGHT → 6'0"
WEIGHT → 210 lbs
BODY BUILD → Build like a weight lifter, muscular torso and forearms, fairly husky
TATTOO(S) → Large Mari Lwyd tattoo on left forearm, Welsh Dragon on his right shoulder, SAS symbol on his right forearm, secret ankle tattoo he shares with Ghost from one drunken escapade (a pickle wearing sunglasses and riding on a skateboard)
PIERCING(S) → Each ear pierced once, healed dick piercing also from a drunken escapade
GLASSES → No
SCARS → Very, very many; most prominent is his above-the-knee amputation of his right leg
OTHER → Prosthetic right leg
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN → Trecastle, Powys, Wales
FINANCIAL STATUS → Born working class, now fairly middle class
EDUCATION LEVEL → Began undergrad studies in Cardiff but dropped out
RAP SHEET → Nothing officially on file anymore
PRISON TIME → Only arrested once for public drunkenness
RELATIONSHIPS
BIRTH ORDER → Youngest of seven total children
PARENTS → Andrew Owens (father, estranged); Ellen Davies (mother)
SIBLINGS → Morgan, Lucy, Gwen, Meredith, Sian, Megan
FAMILY → Dafydd Owens (maternal grandfather)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S) → Various throughout the years, but nothing super serious
CHILDREN → None (he thinks)
ENEMIES → Probably many
PETS → 12 year old Border Collie named Millie
VICES
SMOKES → Yes
DRINKS → Yes
DRUGS → Marijuana
VIOLENCE → You bet
SELF DESTRUCTIVE → Nope
PSYCHOLOGY
MENTAL → CPTSD, anxiety
PHYSICAL → Prosthetic right leg
ANGER EXPRESSION → Bottles it up and pretends everything is fine, then unleashes it somewhere else later
ALIGNMENT → Chaotic good
PERSONALITY TRAITS → Friendly, warm, excitable, generous, quick to laugh, mercurial, secretive, eager, curious, protective
MISC
SIN → Lust
ZODIAC → Cancer
ELEMENT → Water
SEX PREFERENCE → Dom, but will happily be a switch
ANIMAL → Sheepdog
MUTATION/SUPER POWER → Telepathy
POST APOC. → Friendly soldier
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My fellow Otome players, especially those who play kissed by the baddest bidder🫣
What is happening with mamoru's final story?! Is there a wedding for this guy? I honestly stopped playing it much after the final seasons of KBTBB, and there's no new stories for kings of paradise... honestly it's getting boring. 🥺
But tell me what is going on with mamoru? Is the Fandom still alive?? @ me or reply or message me or I don't care... just please let me know🥲🥲🥲🥲
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imhenritz · 19 days
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Rhion Hatter's Language skills
It just hit me. Rhion Hatter is English and does the auction in Japanese. Not just any Japanese, but poetry-like descriptions that make people buy items worth billions, if not millions, because of how he sells them. I can imagine this guy spouting flowery words like Shakespeare but in Japanese. Wow.
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