#the sound and the fury rp

[mrskokushibo]

For you only

Kokushibo x afab!reader - NSFW

A/N: I decided to post the full story here on Tumblr. A request from @koku-shibou ❤️ himself (please remember to rp with him in their blog ❤️❤️ ). A double smut with a plot. Just how I like it.

Plot: Kokushibo is your sensei and very soon you discover that teaching you sword skills is not the only thing he has to offer.

Warning: SMUT. Oral. Penetration. Pegging. Strap on. Fingering. Dom!reader. 18+. Slight AU.

Word count: 5036

Masterlist

When the word spread that the powerful Upper Moon One was searching for a new tsugoku, things became hectic at the Infinity Castle’s trial grounds, the place where all the infamous blood battles were fought between the upper ranks and where the training of new talents was most frequently conducted. The place was bustling with young cocky lower ranks, strutting around like peacocks, intimidating each other with their various physical prowess.

None of them seemed to display any above-level intelligence and only one was wearing some form of katana. You were standing slightly to the side, watching, and being watched. You were not like any of them. They were all dwarfing you physically, but you did not feel insecure. You knew you had assets none of them possessed: intelligence, cunning, and a high level of swordsmanship.

‘Line up.’ A harsh command sounded through the courtyard.

Very quickly all the aspirants were standing in a neat row, a few were still giggling and talking. But then, as if with a cut of a sharp blade, silence fell almost instantly. An intrusive, oppressive darkness began to diffuse through the warm air, a feeling as if an invisible fire was claiming possession over every particle in its range. Was this what Hell felt like? No one was left unaffected, including the lower rank of the twelve Kizuki that was coordinating the selection event. Some were beginning to cough, showing signs of their breath not coping with whatever was invading.

A few moments later, and there he was. Upper Moon One, also called Kokushibo: the source of the hellish aura that claimed everyone’s strength. He was standing at the opening of the gate, in complete silence, commanding respect and instilling fear in even the cockiest of the young demons. A tall figure in traditional attire, with a fury of black hair and six burning red and golden eyes, a demon samurai, with a power born in the deepest forges of hell.

You have never encountered a presence this ominous. Not even Muzan-sama emanated this much darkness. If you did not know any better, Kokushibo might as well be the Demon King. Slowly and majestically and without uttering a word, he made his way to the end of the row and commenced his inspection of the candidates. You did not dare look up and so you fixated your gaze on a bunch of pebbles in front of your feet. After what felt like hours, you lifted your eyes only to note that he was now two demons away from you. You could hear him speak quietly in a deep and serious voice, a quick interrogation with just one short question: ‘What makes you think that you are worthy?’

And then it was your turn. You thought you knew how to answer, you prepared yourself for ages. This was all you ever dreamt of since you became a demon.

‘Master, I simply want to be the most loyal servant that you could ever have.’

You went silent, as no more words could make their way out of your constricted throat. He stood in front of you for what seemed like a bit longer than what he did with the others. It was almost as if his terrifying gaze softened for a split second. But then he nodded and moved on to continue the selection.

As soon as he reached the end of the row, he walked back to the gate and pointed his clawed finger … toward where you stood. Immediately, the cocky demon closest to you stepped out of the line believing it was him that was chosen. But quickly, he was put in his place.

‘Not you, you fool. You.’

Kokushibo’s voice resounded and filled the courtyard with almost as much power as his aura did. His finger moved slightly more in your direction and as if in a trance you stepped out of the line without him reprimanding you. So, it was … you…

‘Training begins tomorrow. Be ready when I summon you.’ And with that, he left.

The days that followed were a blur. His training was intense with very few breaks. He was a fair sensei, but you were exhausted after each day. He did not seem to lose any of his strength or stamina no matter how hard you were going at him in the sparring. He would not speak much to you either. Apart from instructions and commands, he was short and the hours were passed in silence. He did seem to, however, soften in his attitude toward you, almost so that you could at times spot a glimpse of an occasional faint smile and a softer gaze in his six eyes.

Weeks passed like this when finally, in the middle of a tough sparring match he suddenly paused and waved you in. Without any unnecessary pleasantries, he began to speak:

‘You are progressing well and I am confident that you are ready to learn a breathing technique.’

This was beyond you, as it was only Kokushibo, Kaigaku and the human Demon Slayers that possessed that ability.

‘Will you teach me Moon Breathing, Master?’ Your eyes were still wide in disbelief.

‘No, I do not think your body could handle it. We will devise a technique that suits your physique. After all, you are a female.’ A brief, faint smile graced his face only to disappear just as fast.

He noticed, of course, how wouldn’t he? With his constant transparent world ability, he must have known all along…

The truth was, that all your life, you were uncomfortable in the body your soul was allocated to at birth. A masculine spirit that was trapped in the body of a woman. For years you were rejecting your state, training hard in any martial art you could find, just to counter what the gods threw at you. You developed a slender and athletic physique, however, remaining feminine enough to attract looks. When you became a demon, you could at least attain a physical strength that surpassed any human male. And you were content with that.

As for your looks? Well, you tried to disguise your femininity as much as it was possible, wearing a traditional gi and hakama as well as having your hair cropped short with heavy bangs covering parts of your face. This gave you a fierce look as it was only one of your narrow and predator-like eyes that was visible at any time.

You were shaken out of your thoughts by Kokushibo:

‘Before we proceed with the breathing technique, I would like to offer you an evening of respite. A small reward for your dedication and hard work. I would like to invite you to my mansion for dinner tonight. Would you like to join me?’

‘Master, anything that pleases you is my delight. Thank you for the invitation. I will be honoured to join you.’

He was studying you for a moment, just as if something else was on his mind.

‘Good, I will send a servant to get you tonight then. Be ready at the edge of Infinity Castle. Now go, you are dismissed for the rest of the day.’

As you were making yourself ready for dinner, you could not help but ponder over the true reason he wanted to invite you over to his place. But you quickly dismissed these thoughts as they were foolish and disrespectful.

When the time for your appointment finally came, you were met by a quiet demon servant of Kokushibo. As soon as you stepped on the gravel path, the heavy mist descended seemingly out of nowhere, obscuring your view to only the faint light emitted by the lantern bobbing in front of you carried by the demon leading your way to Kokushibo’s mansion. It was as if you were led by an ignis fatuus, a mysterious will-o'-the-wisp. Everything was quiet, even the sound of your footsteps felt muffled by the heavy blanket of the surrounding fog.

Your progress was slow and it felt like the trip would never end, but before excessive wariness got hold of you, the mist slowly dispersed and you could make out the contours of a wall and a large building looming behind it. Your footsteps felt loud again as you stepped on the wooden bridge leading over the moat and toward the gate. All the time you were walking you asked yourself why wouldn’t he simply teleport you to him. But soon your thoughts got distracted by what became visible to you when you stepped through the gate.

The path led into a well-manicured, large garden, with a mixture of Sakura trees and smaller, ornamental flowers and bushes. Water was pearling in a nearby fountain and warm fires set in traditional lanterns illuminated the almost magical space. Neat gravel paths cut through the garden and to your left in the distance, you could make out what seemed like a training ground.

This would not be the end of your astonishment as very soon you were being let into the mansion itself. After leaving your zori in the shoji, the servant led you through a short, dark corridor and into the room where Kokushibo was awaiting you. You did not know what to expect out of the home of a powerful demon, but definitely imagined something ominous and not overly welcoming to visitors. Instead, you were met by an inviting, ambient space.

The tatami was covered with oriental rugs, there were bookshelves on the walls and various intricately crafted decorative objects emerged from the shadows and into the amber light of the multiple lanterns scattered around the room, as you were slowly making your way toward Kokushibo.

He was already seated at the far end of the room, the contours of his noble figure merging into the space, more resemblant of a statue than a person. He watched you in silence as you approached and pointed you to your seat with a subtle hand gesture. Just as in training, he was not emanating his aura, instead, a strange sense of peace was radiating from his being.

‘You look sophisticated tonight.’ The directness of the greeting took you aback. You did indeed make the effort to look your best, replacing your masculine outfit with a flattering silken, bronze, and gold-coloured kimono. You did not, however, expect him to take notice. You just felt it was in a good tone to show respect by wearing appropriate attire.

‘Thank you, Master. You too look great, as always.’ You almost bit your tongue at your ridiculous response. His reaction was almost comical as he was apparently attempting not to laugh.

‘Well, let us eat. I gather you must be hungry.’ You nodded to this, still recovering from your idiotic and clumsy earlier remark.

He nodded to the servant waiting at the door and a few minutes later an array of fragrant dishes was placed in front of you. As you both ate, he was slowly becoming more talkative giving you more courage to ask a question that was on your mind ever since the selection night.

‘Why did you decide to choose me, Master?’

‘Well, you were the only one of that sorry lot that displayed some promise, but also because you are a female and I was curious. Not once before have I had a female in my service.’

You could not deny that ever since you started training with him, you were slowly becoming more and more susceptible to him. You never thought a male could instill such feelings in your tough, masculine heart… So, you blushed at his response. He noticed that and smirked.

‘But I must ask you. Why are you covering up the fact that you are a woman?’

Your response was long and when you were done, you felt stupid for blabbering on like you did. But he did not show any signs of annoyance. Instead, he stood up and invited you to join him.

‘Come, I have something to show you.’ He walked over to the wall where a magnificent purple katana was placed on a stand.

‘Do you see this? It is a symbol and a reminder of my own transformation. This was mine when I was still a human.’ He lifted the sword off its stand and slowly pulled the blade out of its’ saya. Instantly, you backed off. It was a Nichirin. He noticed your action and continued talking.

‘Yes, it is a Nichirin. As you may or may not know, I used to be a Demon Slayer once.’ He sheathed the katana and placed it gently back where it belonged.

‘All I am trying to say is that we all go through transformations and life is not a constant.’

He moved closer to you, his hand now touching your shoulder. He was a bit too close for comfort, but something kept you in place, you wanted him this close… It was as if he could sense your feelings.

He leaned into you and whispered:

‘Excuse my impertinence, but have you ever been with a man before?’

Whether it was the closeness or the obvious meaning of his question, either way, you started to feel the familiar fluttering in your belly accompanied by spreading warmth and wetness slowly accumulating between your legs.

‘Yes, I have, but it was never…’ You started off shyly.

‘...good...Is that what you are trying to say?’ He finished your sentence for you and you nodded in response.

‘Well, how about I show you how it should really feel like.’ His deep, warm hushed voice was sending shivers down your spine.

‘Now, Master?’ was all you managed to whisper.

‘Yes, now. I cannot wait.’

With that, he lifted you up bridal style and teleported you both to his bedroom.

He set you down on the floor in front of him, cupped your face in his large, calloused hands, and gave you the softest flutter of a kiss. His hands were soon untying your obi and once it was off, your kimono came undone and he slowly removed it from your body. He stepped back, admiring you.

‘You are a work of art…’ He moved closer to you again, his hands caressing your breasts and back. His touch was firm but gentle, no one has ever handled you this well. With skilled hands, you untied the belts of his hakama and the obi holding his kimono in place and removed the entirety of his garments. You were both naked, warm bodies embracing each other in anticipation of the approaching pleasure. He started slowly guiding you toward the futon and when you were close enough, he commanded in a soft voice.

‘Lie down, I wish to pleasure you now.’

He positioned himself between your legs, your sex straight in front of his face. He looked you deep in the eyes as he dove in to lick the outside of your folds. His gaze did not drop yours as he started to spread your slick-covered labia to grant himself better access. He held them apart with the fingers of one of his large hands and buried his face between them, his tongue lapping up your juices, pressing down firmly, and moving at a steady pace. A finger was now tracing circles around your sopping opening, only to proceed to snake its way into your pussy.

Next, you could feel two fingers scissoring inside you, small, deliciously wet squelching sounds filling up the room. He was growing harder and needed some friction to not become too pent up, thus he pushed you further onto the bed so that he could rub his hard cock on the futon underneath him. He started groaning as his manhood finally received the desired pressure and proceeded to abuse your cunt at a more ferocious tempo, concentrating on the area around your clit. You were consumed by your pleasure, unable to do anything else but arch your back and moan, giving yourself fully into the waves of warmth washing over you. Your hands were desperately grabbing and pulling his hair and as he directed all his focus onto your clit, you began to edge, tears filling up your eyes.

He noted your inner muscles clasping hard down on his fingers and your thighs being sent into small convulsions. With a few hard and fast taps of the tongue, he sent you into your orgasm, making you scream and wail. While rubbing his aching hard dick back and forth into the mattress, his face got squirted with your juices and as he was lapping up your cum, he hissed:

 ‘I can’t hold back anymore, I’m coming.’ And so, he climaxed, spraying his seed onto the sheets beneath.

His own orgasm did not seem to distract him much as within a few breaths he was back to abusing your now overstimulated clitoris. The whole area between your legs was swollen and blood-filled and he was working you relentlessly.

‘Please stop, I can’t.’

‘Yes, you can and you will.’

His eyes had a playful cruelty in them as he kept on licking and rubbing you all over. Tears were pooling in your eyes from overstimulation and your legs were shaking beyond control.

‘This is too much, please..’ You were pleading in protest with a hitching voice.

‘I will pull one more out of you, even if we will be going for hours.’

He intensified his actions, increasing the pressure and strength and very soon you were overcoming the overstimulation and heading toward another climax. With a loud, throaty moan, grabbing hold of his mane for support, you reached another release. This one turned your mind into fuzz and you were simply lying there, splayed on the futon, like a wet rag doll.

‘I am not done with you yet. I need to be inside you.’

He spoke quietly while climbing on top of you and spreading your legs with his massive, strong thighs, his voice sunk an octave lower sending you into overdrive. He was huge, everything including his perfect, large cock was as if carved out of marble. You were tracing the outlines of his muscles, wiping the small droplets of sweat that glistened sensually on his smooth skin. He lowered himself on you, nearly crushing you with his weight, and kissed you, snaking his long demon tongue deep into your mouth. You reciprocated and it was as if the two of you were trying to devour each other. The fire of your passion burning your senses up to dust.

Meanwhile, he shifted his hips and you could feel the tip of his cock press against your gaping entrance. Your core was now aching and dripping so you took him in with ease. His length was filling up your pulsing and needy pussy, your clenching muscles milking him while already on the way in. He commenced thrusting into you, slowly at first but soon increasing his speed and intensity as guided by your savage moans. You were on the edge of consciousness. What he was giving you was beyond anything you could have ever expected. It was as if he was moulding your body to his and all you could do was to allow him to become the master of your senses. The fire inside your core was now intense and you felt that anytime soon, you would climax all over again.

But before that happened you could feel him grow inside you and his thrusts became harder and deeper. And then suddenly, his abdomen muscles contracted and with one deep push into you, he emptied himself painting your velvety walls with his warm, thick cum. As if his seed was the only thing able to extinguish the fire in your core, you came almost simultaneously, squirting all over again, causing you to fill up to the brim with both of your combined juices.

You closed your eyes as you were completely spent, with him still inside and on top of you, thick white slick running out of you and down on the sheets. He was kissing your cheeks and neck softly and when a whisper left his lips, it seemed as if you were deep in a hazy dream:

‘Next time I will grant a wish that I can sense lies in the depths of your soul. I cannot make you a man, I am not God, but I can help you feel like one for a night. Come back here tomorrow and I will make it come true.’

When you woke up the following morning, your body was still imprinted with the memory of his touch. The intensity of sensations kept your flesh nearly at boiling point, despite having been granted release so many times… You moved your hand to your groin and started pleasuring yourself, moaning louder and louder the closer you were to your imminent climax. With eyes closed and thoughts invaded by him, you rode out your high and collapsed exhausted.

You had a day off as Kokushibo was on a short mission somewhere. You took the opportunity to just sleep, eat and relax. After all, tonight would bring new intense experiences… You were equally anxious as you were excited.

With the approach of the night, you were once again led through the same misty path and to Kokushibo’s mansion. This time around, you were led directly into his private sleeping quarters. Tonight, the room was filled with candles and there were wine and various snacks next to the large futon. He greeted you with a deep, passionate kiss and went over to get something from a nearby side table. When he walked over back to you and before handing you the item, he lifted your head by the chin and looked you deep in the eyes:

‘Are you ready to fulfill your wish? Do bear in mind, however, that I would not do this for anyone else but you. Do you understand? So here, I think this will help you feel more, mhm, in character.’

He handed you the object and you were perplexed. You had heard of such a thing but never saw one in real life, let alone used one. It was a fake penis, made in black, shiny, and bouncy material, strapped to a bunch of belts. You must have looked confused as he interrupted your hesitance:

‘It is a strap-on. You use it as if it was your own cock.’ He smiled playfully and winked.

‘Let us see if you are up for it. And oh, I almost forgot.’ He went over to the side table again.

‘You will need this. To make it smoother for us both.’ He handed you a small bottle of oil.

‘Well then, Master, I want you to fuck me hard.’ His lewd and playful words almost made your jaw drop.

Quickly, you regained your composure, as a chance like this, granted by no other than the powerful Kokushibo, would most likely never arise again. You manned up and walked up to him. You grabbed him by his long ponytail and yanked his head back while undoing his clothes with your other hand. You nipped his exposed neck with your fangs and whispered:

‘I will make you scream in pleasure, by the end of the night you will be begging me for more.’

As you let go of his hair, he looked back at you, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. He seemed pleased with your performance, eagerly awaiting your next step. You nearly tore his clothes off him and pushed him onto the futon. You proceeded to deliberately slowly remove your own garments. He was watching you with a hungry look in his eyes, biting his lip and cocking his head playfully. When you were completely naked you grabbed the strap on and after a short moment of inspection, you put it on, making sure it sat on properly.

‘What would you like me to do now, Master?’ He spoke in a flirtatious tone. His cock was fully erect, small pearls of precum already running down the shaft.

‘Lay flat on your stomach.’ You commanded.

*This was starting to feel good*, you thought. Your initial astoundment with being allowed to treat your sensei like this was as if washed away. Instead, you began to feel a powerful adrenaline rush ripping through your body. You grabbed the bottle of lubricant and climbed onto the futon.

You crawled on top of him, pressing his hard cock even deeper into the bed, causing him to release a deep sigh. His huge, hard glutes felt so good under your hands when you were massaging him, spreading his buttocks, and landing an occasional spank.

‘Harder, please.’ He taunted you while lifting his head up and giving you a lewd smirk.

‘No looking.’ You riposted, surprised at your sudden firmness. But you did listen and spanked him harder this time, your hand leaving a red print on his firm flesh.

‘Yes, Master.’ He chuckled out and moaned when the hard spank pushed his hips as well as obviously his dick into the mattress.

‘Please, fuck me hard.’ He kept on taunting.

‘Quiet.’ Another hard spank landed on his ass.

This time he obeyed and you could get to the main course. After you poured some oil onto his buttocks, you started spreading it around, massaging, and using your fingers to prep him before the oncoming penetration. You poured more oil into the palm of your hand and spread it all over the black dildo attached to your groin. Without a word you positioned the tip of it at his entrance and slowly, but steadily pried your way into him. There was the faintest twitch from his hips and thighs, but very soon you could see him slowly pump his hips into the mattress as you were moving in deeper. His breath was heavy and apart from that he was now completely silent. No more bratty remarks nor comments seemed to be in place anymore.

As you began pumping in and out, his hip movements followed your rhythm. You were holding on firmly to his buttocks with both your hands, the feeling of being in this position made the already strong onslaught of adrenaline completely empower you as you felt a surge of strength and aggression run through you. You gritted your teeth as you increased your pace. You could feel your cum literally run down your thighs, you have never been this aroused in your life. It was as if you were turning into a wild beast with its own pleasure as the only goal.

You saw him move his hand to his groin, grabbing hold of his cock to speed up the nearing climax. You could see his arm muscles flex as he was pumping alongside the continuous hip thrusts into the mattress. You sped up again causing him to growl and as you pumped relentlessly, stimulating his prostate, his whole body contracted and he sprayed out cum all over the sheets and his chest with a loud growl.

Cautiously, you pulled out. You grabbed a towel from the bedside table and wiped him clean, removed the strap-on, and wrapped it in the towel, dropping it to the floor.

As you climbed off him, he was lying on his side, breathing heavily, his eyes fogged up with lust and the remains of the recent pleasure. His lips were parted and he was looking at you from under his bangs.

You crawled closer to him and gently rolled him on his back. His arms fell limp to the sides and his face lit up by another lewd smirk. Without a word, but looking him straight in the eyes, you wrapped your hands around his limp cock and started stroking it until hard. It did not take long to get him erect and very soon you were straddling him, sinking yourself down onto his thick length. Your excessive wetness made it easy to do it in one swift move that made him almost gasp for air, as you seated yourself fully, he was now essentially balls deep inside you. Without hesitation, you started bouncing on him, every hard movement creating the perfect friction and making you moan in pleasure. He tried to touch your breasts, but you batted his arms away.

‘No touching. Not until I tell you to.’

You could feel the pressure inside your core reaching the point of being almost painful. Chasing your own release, you leaned over him, your chest almost flat on his, and began humping frenetically. In your mind you imagined him being your little bitch and you her master, dicking her down with your large manhood. You were humping hard and fast, almost at the limit of what your thigh muscles could take.

‘Rub my nipples.’ You hissed out and he obeyed.

When your sensitive buds ended up being rolled between his long fingers, you started to lose control. The entire depth of your inner muscle clenching and milking him relentlessly. You lowered yourself down to his neck and sank your fangs into the skin while scratching his arms with your claws. And doing this pushed you over the edge, your orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure as you screamed your lungs out.

You kept on humping him lightly even after your climax, but your movement was slowing down as exhaustion was finally catching up with you. That is when he caught you off-guard.

‘I would like to come too, Master. Please?’ He whispered in your ear, landing a powerful thrust into you, making you almost fall off him.

You looked him in the eye and began riding him as if in a trance. He was groaning quietly as you felt his cock grow and twitch. And as you increased your pace and licked the side of his neck, ending up nibbling on the lobe of his ear, he came, growling loud and spraying you full of his cum.

He wrapped his arms around you and you remained in his embrace for the rest of the evening. You were not sure what the future held, but right here, in this moment where time stood still, you were exactly who you were meant to be.

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[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Dbz King Kong Au in "The legend of the Mighty Great Ape"

On the Dark and Raining Night in the City of West City, Saphira was Coming home from the grocerie shopping until she sees the strange car that she doesn't know was parked on her Drive way Near her Massive manor…as she began to parked into the garage..and began to walk inside..there she sees some clothes scattered onto the floor as the sound of Moaning echoing into the hall ways and she began to follow to the Sorce..and notice the door was opened..and she saw Her Now "Soon-to-be EX-" Fiance Name "Timothy Conney" making Love With His Mistress….Her Blood began to Boil when she sees Him doing this..and all the 7 years of Relationship has been Gone Down the Drain, So She began to Speak in rage,

Saph:"TIMOTHY LANDUS CONNEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?"

Tim froze and so does his mistress in fear seeing saphira all in rage and all..and Saphira's eyes was now like an angry fire burning Right at him..and then he said,

Tim:"Saph! I can Explain! this wasn't Looks like!"

Saph:"OH! This Wasn't Look like huh!? Well It Looks like you've been making love with This BITCH And Throwing all this 7 years of OUR relationship Down the Toilet FOR THIS!"

Saphira Said Coldly While Pointed at the Mistress Who is Clearly Scared of Saphira's Fury And then She said that will make him begged for Mercy,

Saphira:"Thats it! I'M CALLING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT And I'M KICKING YOU AND THAT BITCH OUT! And also..I'm calling your parents and tell them everything you've done and Including this!"

Tim:"SAPH! No please! I'm sorry..I've begging you..I'll treat you better this time…I'll break up with her! Just please..My parents will punish me For this!"

Saph:" I don't care! I knew your parents Hated Cheaters and it'll be really Shocked if their son is a Serial Cheater and tarnish the families name for it..and also I'll be suing you for this as well along with your Whore!"

Saphira Did call her parents as she was told him, So His parents grabbed him and the mistress and tore timmy up into a new For what he had done to saphira for mistreatment and Cheating as well…after that…Saphira the next day..try to work at the theater as a lovely actress..but the theater was closed down Due to Bankrupt and Now..She was desparate to find it..until this Explorer wanted saphira to be part of this "Act" in the movie..by taking her to an adventuring cruise..So Saphira accepted..as the Long Voyage of the sea..Fog was appearing almost looks like it came from the Horror story but they discovered an island that No one ever been there..or Live to tell the tale…after they landed on the Unknown island…where they sees the Giantantic walls and ruined villiage..until…it was an ambush by the natives..as one of them was killed..Made Saphira screaming bloody murder…but the Sound of the mighty beast Roars as the Natives Knew that She was Chosen to become the sacrifice of the Mighty beast itself but then Other Adventurers Came to the rescue..but that night..the natives taken Saphira for the Ritual of Sacrifice..She was tied up to the poles as She screams..and struggles..hearing the drums and Chanting…until silence was sudden…She hears the Loud Rustling and trees fallen..as she sees the Giant Dark figures…as She screams Louder and echoes through the island as the great ape looked at her with a piercing red eyes and he began to touched her cheeks with his finger gently and he began to grabbed her and tore the rope up..as he roars loudly…and runs to the jungle with her in his hands..and then..Something shocking that saphira heard..and This beast said…

#Open Rp #romance #Drama #King kong #Dbz #Great ape #Vegeta #goku #broly #oozaru

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e78

(this was 4+ hours of heavy RP so have a read-more)

oh boy! time to find out who's gonna get angriest at Ashton!

Alright, Imogen's coming out first with a pretty standard "there were so many warnings!" but nothing too bad.

But Fearne, after kicking Ashton to unconsciousness, takes the hammer, strikes him with it, and slams it over and over again into the top off the ziggurat, screaming, trying to break it. She takes the harness and storms off. Chetney follows.

Laudna goes immediately to feeling betrayed. Everything is telling her that Ashton and Fearne should die, but she knows that's not a rational thought. Delilah wants the crystal -- with a moment of hesitation, Laudna turns and walks away seething.

Imogen uses detect thoughts on Ashton. "I think I've seen a pattern in my life. It's the realization of hubris and temptation and blame, an epiphany of violent levels of projecting responsibility. A very wide thought of not being responsible for what happened, and suddenly going through that, one by one." It's the realization that, within one week of knowing what happened to the Hishari, Ashton did exactly the same thing.

As they sit up, and the shard of Ka'mort is waking up now, too. It feels like the rock around them is breathing and another pain burns in their chest, they seize, shudder -- they cough, a horrible sound, and from within them, the shard of Raushan falls to the ground. Though Ka'mort's shard is on its way to awakening, the shard of Raushan was rejected, and with it a heavy cost. Their CON is permanently reduced by 2.

Ashton was stupid, but they weren't power-hungry. But in that moment of being dead, Ashton saw themself as who they would've been if nothing went wrong that day at the Hishari village, they met their parents and themself-- and they were vicious and cruel. Ashton wanted the crystal because they thought it would fix them, thought it would somehow give them their family back, but in that vision, they saw that it wouldn't and never would have, and that even if it could they wouldn't want it.

They wanted to feel robbed, and they wanted someone to blame other than themself, and they thought that this would make them whole and unbreakable because their cracks were evidence of weakness. Now, they realize they need to focus on understanding what they are instead of trying to become what they maybe were supposed to have been.

"How could you hurt Fearne?" "The same way anybody hurts anybody: a moment of weakness."

Chetney catches up to Fearne. She says she's going to destroy the harness, and Chet doesn't roll high enough insight to see any different.

She's beating herself up because she said Ashton could take it, but she never wanted it -- Ashton didn't coerce her or anything, she was genuinely afraid of it and wanted someone else to take it. Fearne was afraid that she'd turn into a terrible version of herself because she saw what she became if she took the Circlet of Barbed Vision. She feels her sadness and guilt as fury.

I love that Chetney is doing far better at diffusing this extremely emotional moment than anyone else could've, and he gets the harness away from her.

Chetney points out that Fearne fucked up, she heard the warnings and was naive, and she didn't trust the Hells enough to air her fear in front of them. But she has a crush on Ashton, she wanted them to like her back, and she was afraid of the shard anyway so why not let them have it? "Ashton is wild. And if there's any part of either of you that wants out, you can talk to me. That can mean a variety of things, and I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it before, but don't fuck around, 'cause Ashton almost found out." Chetney dad friend confirmed--

They leave to go find Fearne something to break.

Laudna was following them, listening in. She uses form of dread and runs through the tunnels -- she knows them, she lived here a while before she had to leave, and she goes to places where no one could find her.

Ashton steps up to Allura. "I fucked up 'cause I'm an idiot! I fucked up bad." "Ah. Standard fare for adventurers at the crux of our plans, I suppose."

Imogen gives the bag of holding to FCG and heads into the tunnels, while FCG, Ashton, and Orym head to the surface to get some air.

Ashton apologizes for making fun of FCG's new faith, but FCG asks if they really care. "I care about all of you, so much -- I care about everything I can see, I just don't care about me, and I think that might be a problem." HEY! character growth! and acknowledgement that they projected super hard onto FCG!

After breaking some windows, Fearne goes for a walk, and promises Chetney she won't leave. She goes to the temple of the Matron of Ravens and offers a prayer.

"Hello, I guess. I don't really know what I'm doing in here, but... I made a bad decision, and I'm kind of scared about what I could turn into. So I guess I'm maybe asking you for some guidance. I don't really know how to do this, but I kinda like your vibe that you were normal and then weren't because you wanted more out of life, which I totally get. Anyway, I don't know, but--" She takes her postcards and leaves them as an offering, then leaves. When she leaves, she sees a little adolescent raven with one leg, its parents come and drops berries for it to eat, then all 3 make eye contact with Fearne before they fly away.

Laudna knows of a secret passage that leads into the woods, and she's gone. She's losing herself to Delilah, to what she once was, and is trying to remind herself of how far she's come since then.

Ashton talks to Percy. "We all make terrible mistakes, especially those of us who want to make a difference. The first key is to make sure nobody sees them; should that fail, you do everything you can to make up for it... punish yourself as much as you need to. Trust me, it's good for the soul. Some of us never stop. But don't drag them down with you -- only you are allowed to push your bruise."

Imogen goes looking for Laudna and finds nothing.

They go to dinner, bar Fearne and Laudna. I love that Allura is so resigned to the fact that all adventuring parties are weird as fuck all the time regardless of the time or place.

FINALLY Chetney casts grim psychometry on the shard of Raushan! "You see lands of rolling flame, a valley that is an inferno, the ground cracks as magma spews forth, a majestic kingdom of fire in an ancient time when the elements ruled Exandria. You see creation abound -- beings, life, pre-pantheon. Spirits walk in this land, though not the shapes that you know, elemental-like. Society and life before. Then flashes of conflict, feelings of benevolent frustration, emotional bursts of anger. Fiery conflict with beings of light and shadow, and then a cold place beneath, where you are alone. Half-asleep, half-awake, frozen, tethered in a lightless space -- until the chains break, and the blue sky guides you up, surrounded by arcane light, you are free once more and you reach out to grasp the hand of another like you from beneath the twin mountain, and then nothing." (For clarification, the twin mountains were one from above and one from below -- Cathmoira and Avalir.)

Oh, FCG gets actual answers from Matt when they flip a coin now! I wonder if this has something to do with their mystery 8th level cleric feature.

Chetney calls Ashton out. "You should leave. You should go. I mean it, don't come back either. If you're gonna do things for yourself, then do them, but don't risk us. I understand what it's like to look out for yourself, to try new things, but if I thought I couldn't control this, I would've fucking left. I don't trust you. You could've hurt Fearne." "I don't know if I'm going or staying yet. I think, honestly, that's not up to me. I'm thinking about it, and I don't trust me either. So I'm trying something. Actually, I've got a question: what did you do before you could control this? I've seen you lose your shit once, but what did you do?" "I killed things. I hurt people. A lot." "I'm glad you stopped. And I'm processing a lot right now, but if I do stay -- if you let me stay -- the day something happens and it goes bad for you, and you hurt a lot of people for any reason, stay or go I promise that I will stick around and help clean it up, and you'll get no shit from me. None. But for now I'll go."

(this is rich coming from Chetney, tbh, but it tracks with how much he cares for Fearne. however. Ashton is one of the only people in the party who hasn't been forced to make a saving throw to see whether or not he loses control and attacks the party. I get the sentiment, and Chetney needed to let off steam in his own way, but his point is definitely hypocritical.)

the absolute emotional whiplash going from that convo to Laudna asking Delilah for relationship advice and then resolving to "make Ashton a doll" in her old cabin--

break time!

We open on Fearne. She goes into the woods and uses plant growth to make a little hut and sleeps there for the night.

Laudna returns to her cabin and finds it partially collapsed. She uses charred wood with a curse word on it as the base for her doll of Ashton. Once it's done, Delilah says she can give it to them, keep it to remember them by -- or trade it for the shard. "Laudna... I need, and the power that helps me grow and thrive, it helps both of us." "No--" "Fearne didn't want it, Ashton couldn't have it. You have hurt so much. Why not stand up for yourself and take what is rightfully yours?" "Ashton hurt Fearne, they hurt us, why would I do the same? If Ashton can't learn from this lesson, shouldn't I?" "There are two kinds of people in this world: those who get hurt and accept it, and those who get hurt and retaliate. Who are you? Who are we? Matilda is dead. You are something more."

(Listen, if Laudna listens to Delilah and takes the shard without asking anyone but Imogen, she better get the same fucking level of backlash that Ashton did.)

In the morning, Imogen is panicked about Laudna, and tells FCG that they woke Delilah up. So at the very least, someone else is gonna be suspicious if Laudna suddenly wants the shard.

When Chet and Ashton wake up -- "you're still here! That's a good start." And Chetney.... immediately attacks them? just to see what their new arm does? OKAY???

but hey. Ashton rage build update: their damage bonus is +12 somehow? their new arm doesn't do anything yet, but when they hit with it, they do feel like there's a little box in their heart that hasn't been opened yet.

Everyone gathers up, and Fearne joins them at the gates of the castle. She's explicitly ignoring Ashton. With FCG's locate creature, they find Laudna pacing just inside the edge of the forest, trying and failing to will herself to enter the city.

When she sees Ashton, she turns and runs, because if she gets too close to Ashton she'll kill him? Chetney tackles her pretty easily, and even though Ashton could gain ground, they keep pace with the back of the group, but Imogen sends them away. for. A Reason, I guess?

"I gave Ashton some shit last night, I told him he should leave, permanently -- but he was there this morning, first down at the table. And that means something, 'cause he could've cut and run, been a coward and left, but he stayed." as suspected, Chetney saying what he did to Ashton was partially airing his grievances, yes, but it was also partially a test for Ashton.

Honestly, I'm really glad that the group is acknowledging that Fearne should've spoken up too. Obviously Ashton was the primary instigator, but Fearne still didn't say anything to them and didn't protest Ashton taking it.

Fearne suggests going to Nana Mori's for a while (which Matt strongly hinted at, btw) so they can work out all their shit, since she can manipulate the time difference. They agree to take an emotional retreat to the Feywild, and figure that Allura can either send them there or send them to Keyleth who can.

Ashton, meanwhile, puts their hand to the ground and feels warmth. "You absolute fuck-up. Maybe I deserve this -- no one deserves anything. What the fuck do I know? Maybe they do."

Laudna asks for the shard, and Imogen refuses to tell her where it is.

"Here, I made you this. It's a doll, for children, because you're a child. But I like children." "I hate children. They're awful." "They can be. Do you remember what it's like to be one?" "I do. It wasn't great." "You should find joy in your inner child." "This is the greatest thing anyone's ever made for me." Ashton is on the verge of tears here yall--

I fucking told y'all that Ashton's journey of learning to care for themselves wasn't going to be gradual like Caleb's was, it would be like the snap of tectonic plates when they cause an earthquake.

"I'm so sorry. I'm going to try so hard not to be that person, because I hate that person... If I am allowed to stay, and I understand if I am not, I will never, ever forget that this is the first group of people who didn't make me leave, and I will work so hard to make sure you don't. No matter what happens, I won't leave if I'm allowed to stay. No matter what we do, the mistakes we make, I will stay, I will be there, and I will not away. I don't know what love is, but I'm going with this."

Laudna is still angry, she still doesn't trust them, but the foundations for rebuilding that trust are there. And that's the opinion of most of the group!

Allura can send them to the Feywild, but -- "Your nana is the Fate-Stitcher, Morrighan? You are tremendously strange..." If Allura is going to send them there, then she also has to accompany them so she can send them back out, since they can't communicate!

Imogen asks Allura in her head who Morrighan is. "Your friend's nana is a notorious figure in the Fey Realm, but if they are indeed an ally, strange bedfellows I suppose?"

Ashton tries to pull Fearne away in the most conspicuous way possible -- "I'm looking for a book on apologies. I'm gonna start with 'I'm sorry.' If I had any idea... I don't know what I would've done, but I'm sorry. You were just being a good friend, and it felt right, but it wasn't, and you were being a good friend." // "I was being a dumb friend." // "No, I was being a dumb friend. This is on me. I didn't think, I... I fucked up really bad, and you had to be there, and I am so sorry. There is no way I'm ever going to forget the feeling of... the shard hurt, but knowing you were there was worse, and I'm not looking for forgiveness, I don't need an apology, I just need you to know that goodness doesn't necessarily lead to the right place. Sometimes we are good, and it works out poorly, and you were good -- it shouldn't have been like that, and it had to be, I guess. But I'm going to try so hard to never do that again. And i understand if you want me to go, or if you never want me to make eye contact again I can do that, but you're the only person I even vaguely understand in this group. I think I like them, or even love them, and I just want them to be safe from everything--" // "I didn't like that at all. That was awful to watch." "It was. And awful to feel too." // "You did the same thing that your dad did." // "Yeah, I've been thinking a lot about that. He's not my dad, he's nothing to me -- I don't even think I hate them, they are just a cautionary tale I did not listen to." // "That fucked me up a little bit. I think I'm still a little mad, and I don't think I can talk about it right now 'cause I don't really like you right now." // "That's okay." // "And I have a feeling that you feel the same way about yourself." // "I've never liked myself that much. If anything, this is the most I've liked myself in ages, and that's a bad sign." // "We'll talk about it sometime. But I'm glad you're still alive." // "I'll wait."

Allura comes back wearing battle-ready gear and adventuring clothes, and planeshifts them to the Fey Realm. (Ashton ties the doll near the collar of their jacket.)

With a quick incantation, they arrive at the base of the familiar tree that forms Ligament Manor. Bounding from the door is one of Fearne's animal friends -- Peepers, a jackrabbit with fingers for teeth and eyes on his ears. Within, Nana Mori is having a conversation with (and being tended to by) Birdie, Fearne's mom! (Ollie is upstairs tending to the garden.) She appears to have sustained some wounds, but nothing too serious. Birdie and both Mori's mouths greet them, much to Allura's horror.

"I am Allura Vysorin of the Tal'dorei Council, and I have multiple powerful friends who know where I am and who will come looking for me if I vanish." Damn, I almost completely forgot that it was the Arcana Pansophical who led the charge in identifying archfey, so of course Mori would know who she is!

Mori: is this a RETREAT?! how FUN! Allura, immediately: *mage armor*

At FCG's mention of time dilation, she slows time around her, and says they can take as long as they need. But Fearne asks about Ruidus, and Mori tells her what she knows:

"As [Ruidus] is held there, the very magic of Exandria is strained... the longer this tether holds to the moon, the more it tangles and stresses the flow of magic within and between the realms. So it's no surprise of mine that my lovely Fearne would be the one to set things right. The odd, if often fun, thing about being able to touch Fate itself is rarely knowing the outcome; it's like a strong hunch. But being able to see the distant ripples is like being able to give the weather direction. I can pluck a tune on the thinner strings. Some threads run a very taught path, carving through history to a powerful destiny; those threads, only she [the Matron of Ravens] can view, only she can cut and weave. Sweet Fearne, your fate is in flux; like your very whims, it vibrates with uncertainty, impulsive, darting in and out of darker paths, turned back by the shadow spaces of the skein. You've always been a beautiful paradox, and it's why I knew I had to keep you safe, and keep one finger on your thread. Your true heritage required my attention. So, I'm happy to help, for now it seems that maybe now is the time it has all been heading toward. Maybe we're at the end of the strain itself. I'm glad you're here, sweet girl."

Fearne asks about the Shadow Fearne she saw way back in EXU: Prime. She seemed sad and angry, so when Fearne feels those things, she gets afraid that she'll become that. "You require answers, but not all answers are mine to give. Your mother keeps a deep, dark secret -- one you deserve to know, and one that is not my place to reveal. Perhaps you should speak with her. It might be illuminating."

Fearne asks about Morri's opinion on the Matron. "She is complicated; the pinnacle of ambition. There are things I dislike, as the places I like to walk are under her purview and she doesn't like uninvited visitors and we don't meet eye to eye; but she can't fully reach me here either, so we have an understanding... she's fine."

Then she asks about Asmodeus, Tevon, and produces the kiss -- "I thought I smelled sulfur. Oh, Fearne, you've been dallying! I now understand the context for some of these pluckings. You and your mother are more alike than you know. What that mark is, is a promise. An audience, and a chance to gain and give -- a trade." It's an invitation to make a deal with the literal devil, essentially.

Birdie returns with Ollie, who offers to cook a meal! And Morri offers to wipe FCG's memory after they plan the scavenger hunt so they can participate too.

But in a "proper place to patch things up," as much as Ligament Manor can be that, we finish out the episode.

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog #WHOOF #WHAT A FUCKING EPISODE #it had everything but combat and even then Chet gave us a little piece of it #by the way can I just say that I fucking LOVE Chet and Ashton's dynamic in this #it is SO GOOD

[softie-system]

anybody want a discord to join?

so. wei created a huge multifandom rp focused discord, especially with lesser known fandoms in mind! it has all kinds of fun stuff and you can really choose your own experience! (ignore the name of the server, it was the only thing we could think of to call it)

you might want to join if:

. you want a server that is dedicated to being the best it can be!

. you want a server that respects all headcanons and interpretations while appreciating literary analysis

. you like one or more small fandoms, want to meet other people who like those same fandoms, and maybe even rp as well

. you like dnd

. you want to have the option to create and post things for rps or to not have anything created/posted for rps if you want!

. you like servers where non-mods get to have a lot of say in everything basically on the level of mods

you might not want to join if:

. you don't like the idea of there not being a limit to the amount of people who can rp as a character or how many characters someone can rp as

. you don't like the idea of anyone being able to submit any fandom to either be able to be RPed as or to be banned from rp.

. anything else in the rules and info channels doesn't sound good to you

. you would be uncomfortable with the fact that the only time when wei would consider adding a limit to people joining would be when there are multiple active people for every character in every fandom

. you would want to have stuff created and posted for every rp, even if someone in said rp wouldn't be comfortable with that

. you don't like that the mod team, including us, the server owners, aren't going to be an authority thing but rather a group to carry out server tasks

. you aren't comfortable with the fact that the media here is going to be imperfect and that there will probably be Cwed discussions of said imperfection

mentioning + tagging some of the smaller fandoms and characters that are added in here (as well as mentioning who wei play for transparency)(nowhere near an exhaustive list of every fandom but mostly tagging the smallest ones so that wei can find more people, also wei only tagged some but typed and tagged other fandoms so yeah):

spirit wind elegance/feng ling yu xiu

(wei play bai yu xiu)

our life now and forever

(wei play tamarack and our olnf oc)

beyblade, beyblade burst, beyblade metal fury, etc.

(wei play free de la hoya and gingka hagane)

ayakashi romance reborn

(wei play yura and kuro)

emily the strange

(wei play emily lestrange, based off of the novels mostly)

dear dumb diary

(wei play jamie kelly)

noisz, including noisz starlivht

(wei may not play any characters from noisz yet, but once wei get starlivht working and/or find a playthrough, wei might play sumire or grace)

lost song

(wei play finis)

nevermoor

(wei play morrigan crow)

return of the blossoming blade/return of the mount hua sect

(wei play yu iseol and chung myung (/cheong myeong in the webtoon))

upside down magic

(we don't think we play any characters here yet)

dr stone

(wei play senku)

octonauts

(wei play kwaazi, tweak, and peso)

superkitties

(wei play bitsy and ginny)

lolirock

(wei don't play anyone from lolirock, but wei might play praxina)

cursed princess club

(wei don't play anyone from here, we might play jamie tho)

harvey street kids (wei play li'l lotta and audrey)

wild kratts

(wei might play donita donata and/or fabio )

dead end paranormal park/deadendia

(wei don't play anyone from there yet)

#wild kratts #rotbb #rotmhs #return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #ayakashi rr #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi yura #ayakoi #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi kuro #lost song netflix #lost song #dear dumb diary #jamie kelly #chung myung #yu iseol #harvey girls forever #harvey street kids #li'l lotta #audrey #kwazii octonauts #peso octonauts #tweak octonauts #dr stone #senku #superkitties #super kitties #bitsy superkitties #ginny superkitties

[dreamsoffantasty]

━━ ❀               𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒    𝐏𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡'𝐬    ❀ ( lyrical meme appreciation featuring songs various albums, please feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit  ! some of the lyrics changed to fit better for RP purposes. anything with 'insert ' please put in what you would like to best fit the quote. )      

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄

❛ The darkness comes alive, feeding on me. ❜

❛ The howling Norse inside, overtakes me. ❜

❛ The time has come to stand and fight. ❜

❛ Draw your axes, let them fly ! ❜

❛ Unleash the warrior you've become. ❜

❛ Rise up, rise up, it is time for war. ❜

❛ Indestructible fortitude, wielding powers of {godname}. ❜

❛ I've got the heart of a warrior, heart of a {insert}. ❜

❛ Nothing can stop me, move out of my way. ❜

❛ Bloodlust is rising, hurricane in my veins. ❜

❛ We are, we are, we are {insert} ! ❜

❛ The sickness all around, infests me... ❜

❛ Chaos inside, runs through me. ❜

❛ The time has come to stand and fight ! ❜

❛ Draw your axes, let them fly ! Release the warrior you've become and fight ! ❜

❛ I've got the heart of a warrior. ❜

❛ Nothing can stop me, move out of my way. Bloodlust is rising, hurricane in my veins. ❜

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

❛ Winter nights of blood and steel, war amongst {insert}. ❜

❛ Plains being converted to ash, raze the fields and burn it all... ❜

❛ Sound the horns, the enemy shall fear, unleash our war cry ! The battle for {insert} is ours. ❜

❛ {insert}, get ready for war. ❜

❛ This is something worth fighting for ! ❜

❛ Can you taste the blood of man ? ❜

❛ Can you taste the victory ? ❜

❛ Are you ready to die in war ? ❜

❛ Glory in the battlefield, forming lines of dirt and green. ❜

❛ March to claim our history ! ❜

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

❛ The everlasting darkness, begins to fill into my heart. ❜

❛ A hundred days, a hundred more we sail unto the battle for our home. ❜

❛ My love, I will fight this war for you. ❜

❛ If I fall, I'll see you again. ❜

❛ No matter the fight, I'll stand up and rise. I'll carry this weight across all divides and if it's my time just know that I have loved you ! ❜

❛ As I sail far from home, I can't help but think of you… ❜

❛ I miss everything I love If you hear me Oh I… Love you. ❜

❛ My love, I will fight this war for you and if I fall I'll see you again. ❜

❛ No matter the fight I'll stand up and rise. ❜

❛ I'll carry this weight across all divides. ❜

❛ I'll remember everything with you and I'll remember how you changed me. ❜

❛ I'll remember. ❜

❛ I'll remember everything, and I'll remember till the day I rest my eyes. ❜

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑

❛ I feel the aura on the breath of man. ❜

❛ With time let the fear sink in. ❜

❛ The bodies burn, our kingdom falls. ❜

❛ With no sacrifice what's for your kin ? Mercy is a-coming but I'm not your friend. ❜

❛ Do you know who I am ? ❜

❛ I'm the god/goddess of {insert}. ❜

❛ Destined blood filling my veins, commanding my power, annihilating the pain. ❜

❛ I drink from your bones that bled. ❜

❛ Finger on the string and my heart on the bow, one by one falling down like snow. ❜

❛ Armor on the flesh but my blade's in the wound. ❜

❛ You mock my deity ! ❜

❛ Do you know who I am ? I'm the god/goddess of {insert}. ❜

❛ Horns full of mead, as I drink from your bones that bled. ❜

❛ Mercy is a-coming but I'm not your friend.. ❜

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

❛ The nightmare of eternity, marches right before your eyes. ❜

❛ As the ground begins to shake, Ravens fly amongst the sky. ❜

❛ Battles of great divine. ❜

❛ Torn hearts of fear and cries, let the rage of war ignite. ❜

❛ We were born to rise ! ❜

❛ We're gonna raid all your shit, annihilate your villages, plunder all for the hell of it. ❜

❛ Warriors, stand up, fight ! ❜

❛ You're going down tonight ! ❜

❛ Berserkers, fury of war - ❜

❛ Man/Woman of honor, man/woman of war. ❜

❛ Tales be told forever more - bloody axes, bloody fields, fight with honor, clash of shields. ❜

❛ Fearless soldiers fight with heart. ❜

❛ Haunting lands of man and steel. ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑

❛ The weapon in the storm clashing in the sky. ❜

❛ The horns of {insert}, calls for war. ❜

❛ The ground will shake and the sun will fall and the war bears march as we bellow through the halls. ❜

❛ I will rise and push on through. ❜

❛ I'll prove my might and show my strength. ❜

❛ The limit of my mercy follows you. ❜

❛ I've got the power of {insert} in my hands. ❜

❛ Thunderous hammer that will sing across all the land. ❜

❛ Lightning strikes as I storm through the valleys of death. ❜

❛ You follow the empire ! ❜

❛ Thunderous {insert} that will sing across all the land. ❜

❛ We embrace our fears through realms of the dead. ❜

❛ The path to {insert} is the honor we share. ❜

❛ Blood by oath, iron swords by bond, no matter the realm, we're kings till dawn. ❜

#✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ┊ meme resources #rp meme #inbox memes #sentence starters #askbox meme #peyton parrish lyrics

[mr--winters]

Looking for Discord 18+ OC RP

Message me on discord, I'm not active on here- Zeek2050

- MxM, 18+, nsfw

-I'm in the UK, trans guy he/they. Time zones aren't an issue, but would be nice not waiting a week for a reply, I like to keep a pace going. Also love talking ooc, plotting, world building etc.

- I play an OC, he's very detailed and fleshed out. He runs the most popular Nightclub in the city, and is a minor celebrity. He and the nightclub are known for helping those who are down on their luck, or need to escape a bad situation, so his cannon story centres a lot around that. He also comes with a few plot points that I try to work in.

- DESPERATELY looking for medieval RP. Two Princes, or Prince x someone else having to hide their love and sneak around 👀

-Prefer 3rd person. 

- Hoping for long term rp/slice of life to eventually have nsfw/smut. I loovvee fluff, shy, awkwardness, angst, falling in love romance, possibly mpreg. We can discuss triggers and no-goes.

- Please be able to respond a decent amount. No one liners. I usually write at least a few sentences to 3 paragraphs, depending on the scene. Please add to the story, keep it going. Don't send responses that don't further the scene and make me carry the story. It's exhausting and not fun 😭 let's find a nice pace together!

- also looking to become friends in ooc and simp over our characters together.

-No fury or futa.

- If you're going to ghost me, or make me do all the plotting, don't add 👍 Sorry to sound rude, but I'm so sick of carrying plots or people who just ghost.

Add me on discord if you’d like to talk more. 

#discord roleplay #discord rp #rp partner wanted #oc rp #mature rp #mxm romance #roleplay #discord chat #1x1 rp #rp mxm #ooc #discord 1x1 #discord server #new rp #rp partner search #rp partner needed #rp partner ad #fandomless rp

[brightlotusmoon]

I got tagged to write a scene from a WIP. I chose something from the RP turned fic I've been working on with @remmushound but I haven't heard from her in a while. I have been reading through the shared document.

The premise is the Rise Turtles meeting the Bay Turtles. Bay Mikey gains psionic powers, Rise Mikey reveals similar mystic powers, Rise Raph and Bay Leo accidentally piss each other off at first, Rise Donnie is everyone's beloved feral kitten, every character is AuDHD and queer, probably all on the ace spectrum.

The Mikeys have visions of their counterparts. Even Ronin. Also epilepsy.

Full name: Rise. Short name: Bayverse.

Raphael nodded slowly. “I understand fear... I... almost really hurt my brothers a few times before.”

"That wasn't your fault, though, you didn't mean any of it," Mikey said quietly.

“I know... but I still did it. I could really hurt someone...”

Donnie bent to look directly at Raphael’s face. "Could being the operative word. We are all trained to kill, Raphael. Flip the right switch, and..." He snapped his fingers. "We were meant to become warriors. It was chance that made us kind. And for some of us... it can get difficult to compartmentalize between warrior and protector, between fury and softness, when our triggers are directly hit."

Raphael nodded slowly, pulling his head back so his face wasn’t so close to Donnie’s.

“I know... still terrifies me. My brain is so... frazzled from having so many episodes so close.”

Donnie looked back at Mikey, who blinked at him and then made a soft "oh" sound.

"That's something you and Mikey seem to have in common, something to talk about."

"That'd make you feel better, right?" Mikey piped.

Raphael nodded. “I like talking!”

Mikey looked at him, blue eyes darkening. "I...I can feel it. You do feel a little better."

Donnie glanced at him. "Were you unable to?"

"Not with all the...the fog and static." Mikey rubbed his forehead.

Raphael got comfortable on the bed. “I don’t usually get the fuzzy-thoughts after I get weird— only if it was really long or... or there were a lot of them.”

Mikey nodded, thinking.

"Sounds like a deep stress coping mechanism," Donnie said.

"Oh!" Mikey fumbled for his phone. "Didn't we download those psychology textbooks that talked about dissociative trauma? I can study that while you're out playing patrol leader!"

Donnie sighed and shook his head. "You've definitely matured. Or perhaps we just found a whole field of science that finally hits your interest."

"Well, duh! Despite what Leo said, I know I'm brains AND heart."

Donnie blinked back tears. "Exactly..."

Raphael listened happily to the conversation, looking between the two box turtles contentedly. He didn’t even realize his churr was sounding off, vibrating the bed and floor around the bed as he rumbled almost like an old, rusty swing set.

"Awww," Mikey grinned, rocking. "We're making Snapper Raph happy. My job is done!"

-

#companion rp #companion fic! #rottmnt crossover #bayverse tmnt #the ninja turtles are autistic #tmnt raph #give leader raph a chance

[rphunter]

Looking for Discord 18+ OC RP

Message me on discord, I'm not active on here- Zeek2050

- MxM, 18+, nsfw eventually

-I'm in the UK, trans guy he/they. Time zones aren't an issue, but would be nice not waiting a fre days for a reply, I like to keep a pace going. Also love talking ooc, plotting, world building etc.

- I play an OC, he's very detailed and fleshed out. He runs the most popular Nightclub in the city, and is a minor celebrity. He and the nightclub are known for helping those who are down on their luck, or need to escape a bad situation, so his cannon story centres a lot around that. He also comes with a few plot points that I try to work in.

- DESPERATELY looking for medieval RP as well. Two Princes, or Prince x someone else having to hide their love and sneak around 👀

-Prefer 3rd person. 

- Hoping for long term rp/slice of life to eventually have nsfw/smut. I loovvee fluff, shy, awkwardness, angst, falling in love romance, possibly mpreg. We can discuss triggers and no-goes.

- Please be able to respond a decent amount. No one liners. I usually write at least a few sentences to 3 paragraphs, depending on the scene. Please add to the story, keep it going. Don't send responses that don't further the scene and make me carry the story. It's exhausting and not fun 😭 let's find a nice pace together!

- also looking to become friends in ooc and simp over our characters together.

-No fury or futa.

- If you're going to ghost me, or make me do all the plotting, don't add 👍 Sorry to sound rude, but I'm so sick of carrying plots or people who just ghost.

Add me on discord if you’d like to talk more. 

.

#mr winters #oc roleplay #oc rp #spicy

[cruelprincae]

@sunnydalescoobiies sent from INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS

💪 - sender forces receiver’s arm behind their back

                Though Cardan would very much like to pretend the reason behind his slow reflexes is the iron and other metal-infused air that, for the past few days now, has rendered him heavy limbed and groggy, it is no secret that his fighting skills are non-existent at best and dreadful at the very worse ― and, whereas himself has denied to train in swordfight and combat plethora of times before, buffy is very much ready, trained and acutely aware. Another Fae ― one hardwired in combat and weaponery like his eldest brother or perhaps, one of the royal knights of the High Court ― might , perhaps, have had a chance when standing against the tantrum-inclined slayer, perhaps even land a couple of successful blows themselves; Alas, Cardan is not like them, but rather, the opposite. His fate was sealed from the very start, when fury flashed before the blonde's eyes and the first violent-intented step was taking in his direction.

                A hissing groan escapes from lips that have curled into a grimace of a scowl ― the sound nearly identical to that of a wounded animal ― as constellations of tiny, freckled stars ricochet before his eyes, and pain flares up his arm and shoulder. The cool surface of the plastered motel wall from where he is pressed is a welcome sensation, enough to pull his mind from its daze-induced state and as black eyes rimmed in gold squint upon the slayer from their very corner, the Prince's head turns in order to flash the slayer the best callous glare he can conjure at this very moment.

                ❛ You could have just said no, like any civilized and non-cave-inhabiting person would. ❜ Protests Cardan, voice muffled over the heavy panting of his breath. Would he have listened, and therefore inevitably ended in the same situation as now ? The chances of that are paler and slimmer than he is, but at least it would have proved that the blonde was capable of higher intellect than the lowest of the Unseelie Folk ― all admittedly in size double of her own ― , who live upon the branches of trees or under the dirt of the forest ground and only come out to snatch away an unsuspecting prey. How can someone so small be capable of this much strength ? ❛ This room has grown stale and boring, and I am thus incapable of remaining here any longer. I am not your travelling pet, I wish to go out. ❜

#sunnydalescoobiies #( sunnydalescoobiies | buffy summers ) #( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 ┊ main au ) #( cardan's just: lay off blondie i want to have some fun:(

[mrskokushibo]

For you only...

Kokushibo x afab!reader

UPDATE: THE FIC IS NOW OUT ON TUMBLR AND AO3!!! LINK IN MASTERLIST!!

TEASER

A/N: This ambient, dark romance story has been requested by Upper Moon 1, @koku-shibou himself (make sure to rp with him, it's fun!). Due to the recent labeling rules this story may or may not be posted to Tumblr since it will involve NSFW elements (not in the teaser, however). It will be posted to my AstraSolitaris Ao3 and I will notify you all when it's out. Est publishing date: 6th of July.

Masterlist

When the word spread that the powerful Upper Moon One is searching for a new tsugoku, things became hectic at the Infinity Castle’s trial grounds, the place where all the infamous blood battles were fought between the upper ranks and where the training of new talents was most frequently conducted. The place breamed with young cocky lower ranks, strutting around like peacocks, intimidating each other with their various physical prowess.

None of them seemed to display any above-level intelligence and only one seemed to wear some form of katana. You were standing slightly to the side, watching, and being watched. You were not like any of them. They were all dwarfing you physically, but you did not feel insecure. You knew you had assets none of them possessed: intelligence, cunning and high-level swordsmanship.

‘Line up’ a harsh command sounded through the courtyard.

Very quickly all the aspirants were standing in a neat row, a few were still giggling and talking. But then as if with a cut of a sharp blade, silence fell almost instantly. An intrusive, oppressive darkness began to diffuse through the warm air, a feeling as if an invisible fire was claiming possession over every particle in its range. Was this what Hell felt like? No one was left unaffected, including the lower rank of the twelve Kizuki that was coordinating the selection event. Some were beginning to cough, showing signs of their breath not coping with whatever was invading.

A few moments later, and there he was. Upper Moon One, also called Kokushibo: the source of the hellish aura that claimed everyone’s strength. He was standing at the opening of the gate, in complete silence, commanding respect and instilling fear in even the cockiest of the young demons. A tall figure in traditional attire, with a fury of black hair and six burning red and golden eyes, a demon samurai, with a power born in the deepest forges of hell.

You have never encountered a presence this ominous. Not even Muzan-sama emanated this much malice. If you did not know any better, Kokushibo might as well be the Demon King. Slowly and majestically and without uttering a word, he made his way to the end of the row and commenced his inspection of the candidates.

You did not dare look up and so you fixated your gaze on a bunch of pebbles in front of your feet. After what felt like an eternity, you lifted your eyes only to note that he was now two demons away from you. You could hear him speak quietly in a deep and serious voice, a quick interrogation with just one short question: ‘What makes you think that you are worthy?’

And then it was your turn. You thought you knew how to answer, you prepared yourself for ages. This was all you ever dreamt of since you became a demon.

‘Master, I simply want to be the most loyal servant that you could ever have.’ You went silent, as no more words could make their way out of your constricted throat. He stood in front of you for what seemed like a bit longer than what he did with the others. It was almost as if his terrifying gaze softened for a split second. But then he nodded and moved on to continue the selection.

To be continued...

Art source: Wallpapers.com

#demon slayer #smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #demon slayer x reader #kokushibo #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanfic #kokushibo smut #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kny kokushibo #kokushibou #afab character #demon slayer x oc

[merlwybs-wife]

A little drabble that takes place after an RP I did today.

It wouldn’t be until the sun began to set did Josie finally pry herself from the gazebo to meander back inside. Much to her surprise, the sound of clapping paired with her entrance. When she looked up, she spies Louis advancing her with an apparent standing ovation. “I’ve been waiting almost two bells for you to come back inside so I could do this, you realize,” he laughs, “how dare you make your older brother wait. *Two bells*, Jo.”

“I assure you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” though, the nervous laughter she speaks through is certain to incriminate her.

“Oh?” He stops his advance, folding his arms over his chest. “Did you want me to say it so everyone could hear?” He adds, his voice a crescendo that creeps louder and louder still.

“Shhh!” Josephine panics, scurrying up to her brother, “shh! Shh!” She gives him a gentle shove. “Oh, you are a *menace*, Louis!” she whispers.

He simply smiles, and holds his arm out to her.

Josephine pauses to regard his offer, ultimately releasing a huff of a sigh and accepting. He immediately pulls her into a stroll to wander aimlessly through the house. “I showed very good restraint today,” he says simply.

“I suppose you want me to ask why?” She sighs.

“Not necessary,” he dismisses, going right in ahead: “I almost opened the window to applaud when I happened by and saw you two.”

This pulls an open laugh from Josie, so abrupt in nature it has her snort before she’s able to hush herself. “Would you believe, I actually told him that’s what you would do if you saw.”

“Oh, I have no doubt,” he can’t help the amused sort of chuckle that rolls from his chest. “You know me better than I know myself, sometimes,” he relents.

“That *certainly* isn’t true,” she insists.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter,” he gives a bit of a flippant frown, and a wave of his hand. Then, he turns to escort her down a hallway to guide her deeper into the west wing of the house. “Anyways, I’m sure you must be wondering why I called you into my office.” This just earns another chuckle from Josie, who rolls her eyes. “Father let me read his letter. We discussed it before he wrote back.”

This has her dragging him to a stop. “He **what?** And I suppose that’s, what, because you batted your eyes and said pretty please?” Certainly not.

“Hey now, Jo— Josie, let me speak,” he returns without missing a beat. “I will have you know that he used to always consult me when it came to which men to nudge your way.” Before she can interject, however, he’s giving her a smug smile. “You remember the lord that had Mother quit serving fresh tea? That was one he did *not* consult me on, and he was sure never to repeat that mistake.”

Josie only presses her lips together. “Get to the point, Louis,” she huffs.

With a small pat to her arm, he resumes their aimless walk, now wandering their way into a drawing room. “Well… what did he talk to you about? When he arrived?”

Josie suddenly knows precisely where this is going. “The issue concerning Dzemael,” she returns.

“Oh, thank the Fury,” he sighs in obvious relief, as his free arm lifts so that he might rub at his face. “He asked Father not to tell you, but **I** am not Father— so it was going to be a *hells* of an endeavor to wait and see if he made the right call.”

With another huff, Josie rolls her eyes once more. “Is there anything else, Louis? Can I be released from your… *office*, was it?” A single note of laughter.

“Does he hunt?” He asks.

“What?” Her brows only furrow.

“I think I’d like to ask him to a hunt with myself and Laurent,” he pauses to look at his sister, who now offers a bewildered look. “He’d be welcome to bring a sibling or two of his own.”

“I thought you *hated* hunts,” she murmurs, with no small amount of skepticism.

“We want to *meet* the man, Jo!” He returns in an all too emphatic nature.

“I do not know if he hunts, Louis,” she returns wearily.

“That’s not a no, so I’ll take it,” he returns, giving her an abrupt kiss on the top of her head, before even more hastily relinquishing her and departing.

“Louis!” She calls, scrambling after him. “That was not a *yes*, either!”

“But it *will* be, if you want me to keep my mouth shut about your little dalliance in the yard!” He calls, voice already growing distant.

When he says that, Josie finds herself back in the hall once more, and halts immediately to look around cautiously. She’s still for a few beats, before a sigh. Good. It seemed her mother was otherwise preoccupied. For now.

#josephine #birds of a feather #my writing

[lumiidragon]

Back again because I saw another post talking about theories, so...

I'd really love to hear ANY thoughts you have on Bewilderbeasts. They're hands down my favorite Tidal Class dragon, and I REALLY love seeing your artwork of Drei (They're a treasure and deserve nothing but the best). How do you think Drago procured his Alpha? Do you think it was the egg recovered at the end of RTTE or do you run with a different idea?

So buckle up because you have unlocked a thing.

So let me be clear with this: bewilderbeasts are my FAVORITE dragons. I know I draw pretty furies and stuff non-stop, but bewilderbeasts are so hecking cool and are my top favorite HTTYD species.

So lets start with the Drago thing and Drei (yes, I'm just calling him this instead of 'Drago's Bewilderbeast' because I like him having a name). If I am correct, I think the egg at the end of RTTE was supposed to be Valka's bewilderbeast. Now, from that point to HTTYD 2, I think is only 2-3 years. I personally don't believe this egg to be this bewilderbeast's egg because Valka talks and it's kinda been show than she's been doing the rescuing thing with this same nest for years and years if not the entire time she's been gone. Needless to say, not for only three years (time for the egg to hatch, grow, and secure an entire nest to that size? Nah.). So I really just don't think it's her bewilderbeast's egg. So for RP purpose in a private RP I do, it is indeed Drei's, but in terms of whatever headcanons other people has, I'll say it's up in the air. That, and my headcanon Drei is much younger than Valka's bewilderbeast anyway.

So let's now get to my general thoughts on bewielderbeasts as a whole. I love them. Oh I love them so much. I love how they look, how they move, how they sound, how they act, their lore, their alpha species status, everything! Seriously, what is there NOT to love about these big, lumbering dragons? That, and they have whiskers. WHISKERS! Like, I could cry. In my opinion, the biggest thing robbed from the HTTYD fandom is that we never get to see a hatchling of these beasts. I want to see a small, fat bewilderbeast hatchling.

Also, bewilderbeast are the true alphas, hands down. Now I don't want to turn this into my usual throwing shade at THW, but Toothless was the most worthless alpha and couldn't hold a smoldering ember to the capability that a bewilderbeast has as alpha (that's why I'll never recognize Toothless as the "King of All Dragons".) I mean, Valka's bewilderbeast literally built a sanctuary for rescued dragons with his own ice, he personally fed them and even was able to work with seashockers effortlessly, dragons that are so, so tiny compared to him, he's SO gentle with baby dragons as he just gently blew on the baby scuttleclaws to make them get off of his face, and he's even gentle with humans and has such an affectionate way to show when he likes someone (blowing a bit of ice on Hiccup). This is an alpha that's intelligent, gentle, caring, and literally laid his life down for his flock in a desperate attempt to save them. (Toothless literally laid down this same flock to save his 3-day-old relationship with his new sparkly girlfriend...) BUT that's enough of that.

So TL;DR: I love bewilderbeasts with my heart and soul and I think everyone should at least appreciate the whiskers.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #bewilderbeasts #thw salt #//adding some salt tags because this post is slightly seasoned//

[dragon-in-the-mountains]

Just wanted to inform you that there is a cool (and pretty good quality wise) roblox game where you can play as a light fury!!^^ It is called HTTYD RP: Berks Dragons. It has helped me feel more connected to my kin so I thought I might share that with you and any other light furies out there!! Sadly, you have to buy a strike class gamepass to play as a light fury so it is not accessible to everyone.

I don't play Roblox, so this one isn't something I'll personally look into (I use School of Dragons to connect to my light fury kintype via gaming, lol), but if anyone who does play it is interested, then it sounds like it's worth checking out~

#otherkin #light furykin #dragonkin #httydkin

[flower-seller]

So per Salem’s request, I was asked to share a snippet of my own from our Lord Arcanine battle rp because that shit was insane GEHDBDND God I loved every bit of it though, it was so hype I will not lie.

For the context a bit, Volo was with another ginkgo at the time of the battle breaking out (Salem’s oc Kanata we love Kanata so much in this house) but the poor kid kinda got dragged into the battlefield just a bit. With Euph having just kicked the Lord directly in the face, this is Volo’s reaction and subsequent actions that really threw this particular fight for a loop

While this isn’t exactly the most “just some guy” post, I feel it does showcase a little bit of his quirks here and there. There is another snippet I’d love to post from this particular rp as well but perhaps in another post sometime (I’m too shy for this BSBDBJDJD)

Volo and Kanata ran as fast as they could, Volo’s hand a vice grip of fear around the boy’s wrists as the clear sounds of battle raged just ahead.

Please please please—

Volo needed her to be ok. He wasn’t gone long. He wasn’t gone long, but he had left her. He wouldn’t forgive himself for that. The wall came into view, and right as they approached it, Volo heard the gut wrenching wail chill the air around him.

“Fuck!”

He was only gone a second!

Volo shoved past the wall, and his eye widened. Euphorbia had thrown herself into the lord’s jaws. His heart stopped completely, terror filling him, freezing him solid even as Kanata crashed into him from behind. The seconds felt like hours, watching her twist her form around so cleanly, so practiced…

She… Kicked the lord.

He could hear the impact from his position, and watched in awe at the incredible power Euphorbia displayed in that one swift blow. He watched the way her hair flowed behind her like a crashing wave against the raging inferno. The fierce expression she wore, that of pure fury to rival even the frenzy of the lord himself. He watched as she landed it skillfully. He watched her body heave from the exertion, her chest rising and falling with counted breaths.

“Volo!” Kanata shook the elder ginkgo by the arm, snapping him out of whatever momentary daze had overcome him, “You’ve got a plan, right?!”

… Plan.

“I-I…,” He hadn’t thought of one. But he opened his mouth as if to speak regardless. What came out wasn’t what he’d planned to say either.

“EUPHORBIA!” Volo screamed suddenly, watching in horror as she was tossed into the air, fire raking up her arm. He had no plan, but he didn’t need one. He was already moving, darting forward with one hand locked around Kanata, and the other reaching into his pocket. Volo pulled out a pokeball and threw it forward. He jumped up, dragging the younger merchant into the air with him.

“RrraaAAAH!” Exploding from the blinding light, Volo’s own Arcanine burst from her pokeball. His clawed hand grasped her mane tightly, landing upon her back as she surged ahead at an incredible speed.

“Holy SHIT!” Kanata gasped as he was pulled onto the sudden mount. He clung to Volo’s back as if he were the other man’s pack itself. They rushed up the side of the volcano itself, his Arcanine pushing off of the crater’s lip to leap into the air after Euphorbia. Volo released his hold of the canine’s mane to reach for Euphorbia herself.

He caught her in his arms, and clung to her tightly as they landed with an earth shaking impact of their own. For only a second was Volo able to hold Euphorbia close to himself before he, with a shuddering gasp of his own, passed her into the arms of Kanata. Arcanine lowered herself as Volo let the boy off upon the plateau.

“Get her to safety. I’ll keep the lord occupied,” Volo announced with determination himself. Without another word to the boy, he tugged at his pokemon’s mane and the pair bolted back to the fight below.

“Arcanine! Rockslide!” He commanded as they ran down the mountain’s side. His loyal companion barked in acknowledgement, her own paws slamming down against the volcano with even more force than before as she thrashed about herself. She stirred the loose rocks from the land, willing them into rolling down alongside her. The pair rapidly approached the arena once more, and Volo released his hold of his pokemon, allowing himself to fall back off of her as she rushed ahead like a boulder herself.

Volo hit the rocky ground unceremoniously, the wind rushing from his lungs as his back made contact. He didn’t let that stop him though as he quickly flipped over and pushed up off of the ground in time to watch as his arcanine crashed into the lord for a solid and rumbling impact, followed by a pelting of large rocks. The two dogs fell into the lava, sending up a big splash up in their corner.

“Twolo! Get Chamerion out of here!” He pleaded in a half wheeze. A hand already clutching his chest. The little jolteon stared at Volo for only a second before he was racing off towards the knocked out little fire type. The eeveelution grabbed Chamerion by the scruff and was quick to run the way Volo had come from now that the path had been cleared.

Volo pushed off of the ground, panting himself for a moment before he removed his hat and tossed it aside. He wasn’t fucking around this time.

#noodle flowerseller #pokemon legends arceus #volo #flowerseller: volo #flowerseller writing #pla volo #god this whole battle was so badass for the both of them #truly insane #they popped the fuck off

[theelvenhaven]

As someone who is dipping their flippers into the writing waters, I'm curious what your process is for your work! I really adore how soft and romantic your writing is ♥

11.03.2022

Hey anon! Sorry that it took me a minute to get to this, but I am happy to tell you what my writing process is :)

To start off with I spend a lot of time either looking at a request or looking for starters that might spark or inspire me. 

Granted there are times when an idea comes to me without prompt, but I struggle sometimes to think beyond my personal scope, so its enjoyable to look through like RP memes and starters as well as think on requests. 

Sometimes I banter back and forth with @saviorsong too about what it is I want to write. So a lot of brainstorming about what it is I am going to write about and the direction I want to take it for example: I have to think of the beginning the middle and the end. Which can be- the problem, the collision and the conclusion or a sweet start, a collected gentle middle and a sweeter ending. 

Then I have to naturally write these ideas down. Sometimes I do it on paper but my fingers move faster on a keyboard. I try to note it in my phone but most often I rely on the ole noodle in my head to remember everything. Sometimes I can do it in one go and write everything in a couple hours or so, sometimes I write half of it and lose momentum but can come back and finish it. 

I really like to envision how the character and reader is feeling, I think of things I would enjoy if it were me in that position, or how it would make me feel if it is said to me and its negative, or little things like skin texture, things about them that make the character attractive, what I would do if it were me with them and how reader would treat them given the circumstances. Here are some examples:

example 1:  Fury didn’t begin to describe what it was you were feeling as you entered in your office, a bottle of wine in hand. You wanted to get away from your so called partner as you closed the door with control. Careful not to slam it, not really wanting to draw gossip nor your partner to attention.

example 2:  “More like this damned piece of metal-” He grumbled out, moving to stand to his full height and turning to face Vanifinwë, making him swallow thickly and soften at the sight of her. Her black hair falling to her waist in big heavy waves, left long and undone compared to her usual half updo. Those glowing sapphire eyes openly drifted from his silver ones, wandering over his body with a hunger to it.

example 3:  He whispered in a tender voice, bringing a hand to your neck as he gently pulled you forward so he could kiss you. Lips gently brushing against yours before finally melding against yours, his other arm wrapping around your waist holding you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning further into Maglor humming softly.

I also think of the background and what’s going on there- is it sunny? rainy? are they inside? sitting down? doing chores? working? It can be subtle or more direct so you know what it is reader is doing. Here is an example:

example 4:  You rolled over as your eyes blearily opened as you could feel the slivers of Laurelin meeting your lids. Slowly peeling them open to find that it was now waxing into morning, the sounds of birds sang their soft tunes just outside the open windows. With the white sheer curtains billowing as Manwe’s breeze blew into the room. Offering a comfortable coolness as you hunkered beneath the heavy comforter.

Then I re-read it religiously, plug it into a text to speech reader and listen for any mistakes or sentences that don’t make sense or are redundant and then I edit it. Adding things to make the story better, taking things out, fixing grammatical mistakes, making sure the character is in character. 

If I am still not confident in it, then I ask for beta readers to see how I can better improve the story if it needs to be at all.  

Don’t be intimidated if this seems like a lot or the process seems complicated. A lot of these you’ll find yourself thinking of together and meshing to solve whatever writing tangles you run into. Especially the more you write the more of a habit it becomes and becomes second nature to do so. 

I really hope this helps explain what my writing process is and can help you on your writing journey! 

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How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Seda was not comfortable, realizing she was developing feelings for Fakhri. She made a habit of keeping her relationships light- ‘here for a good time, not a long time’, and dammit she liked him.  He touched a chord, echoed her loneliness, her own desire for connection.  It didn’t hurt that the face he presented to the world was cheerfully self-depreciating and happy-go-lucky; she recognized the signs of someone holding everyone he met at a distance quite well.

Her previous efforts at romance had left deep scarring, and her decision to keep her emotions close and under lock and key was made many many years before she crossed his path.  It was the night she found him drunk in a stranger’s gazebo that she realized she had to move on, take a lover - anything to create a little more distance from this Viera that was very gently eroding all her protections.

… It did not go well.  A combination of factors played out [I really need to write all of this down because it was a perfect storm of RP that could not have worked out better if I had planned it], and she and Fakhri quarreled.   Seda did not handle that well at all.   She wrapped the anger around herself, trying to hide in righteous fury, hoping that the ache would go away.  But she kept listening for the sound of his voice, the little patter of Arak’s feet.  Seeing him again in Thavnair made it clear that they were both miserable.  

It took months before she was ready to admit to herself, much less anyone else, that she was in love with him (True facts, he had to tell her first).  And longer before she was ready to consummate the relationship with physical intimacy - something that took her a lot of soul searching to figure out.  When it was just sex, it was much less important.  She could wear a mask if she needed it for comfort, and when they parted ways, shed it without another thought.

With Fakhri, it was always her real self, from the beginning.  And that terrified her.  With him, it was always real - there was never room for anything else.

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