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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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So this is an NSFW Alphabet for Echo requested by @smallandangrey . They requested a Tech one as well, and an Echo fic so 😳 expect some more stuff.

I am still working on other requests in my inbox as well! Dw. Just worked on this since it was easier for my tired brain. Hopefully I can write an actual one-shot tomorrow 😌💕💕

No tags since this is strictly nsfw and I don't wanna make the tags uncomfortable 😳 idk it's late and I'm overthinking lmaoo

Echo NSFW Alphabet below the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Since the citadel Echo has been real into affection. Especially with you. It often grounds him and reminds him that he's there, you're there, this is real. This is happening. So when the two of you finish he is almost always pulling you close to him. Though it did take some warming up, since at first he was really worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable with his mechanical limbs.

After sex he just enjoys a good cuddle. He Especially loves it when you let him lay his head on your chest and you hold him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

After the citadel incident he's never really been into anything on himself. He'd have to say his eyes or his mouth. Since you always say you love his eyes, and his mouth seems to bring you the most pleasure from sex. Though I do hc only his thigh down were blown off in the explosion. He still isn't too sure about it since after citadel he lost a lot of his stamina and he doesn't last as long as he used to.

On you, I see this hc a lot but it honestly makes sense to me. Don't ask why, but he is a tits man. He enjoys the softer, sweeter things in life. So your tits? Small or big? Sheesh he's on 'em like they're his will to live! He could lay on them, squeeze 'em, or even suck on them all night if you let him. After you got him to open up about what he wanted to try out. Which again- took some time. But he admitted he'd like to fuck your tits. It was awkward at first for him, but he absolutely nearly died after. Especially since that was probably the shortest he'd ever last with you. He just completely lost it, especially when you licked some of the cum that got on the corner of your mouth. He swears his soul left him for a second after that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too into messes, but he does enjoy Cumming on your chest or your stomach. Echo doesn't really want to even try and risk accidentally impregnating you. Even if you are on the pill. Tech explained to him how even condoms AND the pill can backfire in numerous ways, and now he's just not risking it. So he normally just cums on your chest or. If you're okay with it, he'll finish in your mouth. Which also has him going absolutely nuts.

As for yours? He loves it on his tongue. Eating you out is one of his favorite things to do, and when you cum from JUST his tongue? Absolutely heavenly for the man.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Echo would be interested in trying out toys I fell. Especially with his mecho hand. He'd find add ons that gave you pleasure. Or was just enough to just tease you with. I feel like he would also have a dirty photo of you saved for just him when the two of you are apart. One that you don't know about so it just adds to his own thrill.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Echo at first after the citadel is fairly rusty. If the two of you were together before then he's really insecure he won't meet the expectations like he did before he was in stasis for almost over a year. If the two of you weren't together he's still insecure, but at least he knows that you don't know how he was in bed previous years before.

He does in fact know what he's doing. His arc twin is Fives, and I am sure that door told him stories and hooked Echo up with at least one or two beings in their lifetime.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Echo is a tits man he likes you either on your back, riding him, or fucking you with a mirror in front of the two of you. The way your tits bounce mesmerize him and he loves having his mouth or hands on them while the two of you get nasty. What drives him absolutely feral is when you ride him and bring his hands up to your chest. Then squeeze your hands over his his while they squeeze your breasts. Absolutely divine.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Echo has more of a sarcastic, dry sense of humor. So if he is feeling it he will crack a joke here or there, but not too many. If you two are having sex after a long mission where he thought he wasn't going to make it out(or if he didn't think you were, if you travel with tbb.) Then he's normally more serious and sappy while he fucks you slowly into the night. Reminding himself that he has you and you have him, still.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Echo is pretty well groomed. He doesn't like a mess, and plus it's too itchy for him when it gets too long. So he always keeps it trimmed down. Never shaved, since for one, he doesn't like the feel of it growing back. Then two he just doesn't like himself with no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Echo is normally pretty romantic especially when it comes to sex. He doesn't fuck to fuck, he fucks for love. He normally only sleeps with people he has an absolute attraction to. Someone that he knows won't hurt him. Or at least believes they won't. So he normally does his best to keep the moment romantic and perfect for the two of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Echo normally doesn't jack off too much. He usually waits to come home to you so the two of you can actually help each other feel good. Rather than a hand and his imagination. Though, if he does get a nasty picture of you? He won't hesitate to use it if the mission lasts longer than usual or he's extra stressed out from his crew mates.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink: this boy will absolutely love you all night long, the more you praise him. Even simple things like "that feels so good," "you're so amazing," and stuff like that will push him further to make you feel absolutely angelic.

Not sure if this is a kink or what you'd call it, but man would die if you gave him a lap dance. Echo loves taking care of you, but when you take care of him?? He feels like the luckiest guy in the galaxy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of a bed. Where the two of you have time to appreciate everything you give each other. There has been a rare occasion or two where he gets a little handsy at 79s after a few too many drinks and a guy flirting with you. Where you find yourself getting fingered in the corner or fucked in the bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Echo loves it when you wear lingerie. Even if you don't think you look good in it he thinks you're absolutely beautiful no matter what. And if it's blue or white he goes feral.

If you kiss him in front of someone hitting on him. Or hold his hand when he's being hit on. Show any signs that he is yours and you are his, he's probably going to take you the moment you two have time.

Another big turn on for him is when you praise him throughout the day. Man can't resist it. Especially when you say it in a dirtier tone and act all innocent when he confronts you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondages is a bug no from him. From all the times in the war he's been held in restraints, or he's witnessed his brothers and Generals in restraints he can't stand them. He can't even handle you in them. It triggers something in him that ruins the mood for the both of you.

He doesn't like the thought of knife or gun play. If you or him are getting hurt in the process he won't do it. He may spank you playfully here or there, but that’s about it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He honestly prefers giving over receiving. He loves it when you're a writhing mess and gripping at him or the sheets for dear life. The taste of you and the sound of your lewd moans has him nearly creaming his pants. Plus he just loves the satisfaction of knowing he can make you come undone like that.

He isn't against you giving him oral here or there though. Some days he loves it, especially when he's stressed out and you just drop on your knees like some sort of gift from above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Echo prefers a more slow and sensual pace. He loves making it last as long as he can. He is definitely one of those, "this could be out last time. Let's make it last." Type of guys. So expect more love making than fucking. Though there are time where he'll give you a good fuck. Maybe one of the nights where he does try and dom. Though it normally ends with you sitting on his face because he absolutely loves it when you do. If you suffocated him he would die a happy man.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't too fond of them, but he isn't against them either. If he is doing a quickie he'd prefer to make sure no one caught you two. He'd probably die of humiliation.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Echo will only experiment if you recommend something new. As long as it isn't really messy/gross, the two of you stay safe through it, and restraints and blind folds aren't a part of it he's all good for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

After the citadel he lost a majority of his strength in general. Before he could last about 3-4 long rounds. Now he's lucky if he gets 2 in. He normally doesn't last too long either. Though after time he does begin to last longer and you're able to finish with him for the most part.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His hand. As said above he uses his robotic hand for sex quite a bit. He adds on accessories. Anything to make his partner feel absolutely euphoric.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Echo enjoys teasing here or there on his end, but you can normally work your way around it. One simple please and he's normally doing what you want. You have him wrapped around your finger for the most part.

He normally despises when you tease him. Mostly because he just hates begging for anything.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Echo is a talker and a groaner. He loves muttering sweet nothings in your ear, and will also praise you to the moon. Especially if you praise in return. He grunts and groans to the point the rest of tbb tease him about it til he's flushed red and trying to.make up excuses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to try sharing you. He knows his brothers like you and has thought about sharing you with one or two of them at a time. He would take charge through it, since you are technically with him and not them, but he just thinks it would be exciting and fun. He doesn't know how to ask and is too anxious you would hate the idea to ask, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Echo lost a lot of his muscles while in stasis. He is slowly gaining that and his color back though. Along with getting upgrades for his prosthetics. Like an actual hand that Tech built for him. As for his dick, it's average clone size. Longer and thicker than the average person's.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His isn't really too high. Even once he gets used to the fact that you love him and his body, he doesn't really have that high of a sex drive. He controls himself pretty good and doesn't really even need to jack off much unless he's really stressed. That doesn’t mean he won't initiate sex with you the moment he sees you after a long mission though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He for the most part tries to stay up, playing with your hair until your asleep above/below/beside him. Wherever the two of you decide to cuddle against one another. It's sort of his way of making sure it's all real though. Some nights he is the first to pass out though.

#clone wars echo #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #echo #echo the clone wars #echo x reader #bad batch echo #bad batch x reader #star wars #the bad batch #clone x reader #star wars alphabet #bad batch smut #echo smut

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mieldia · 4 years

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Risotto Fluff Alphabet

So this is super log, so most of its under the cut. Its pretty self explanatory, but I am now enamored with this man

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive the other?)

Risotto probably finds your hair the most attractive thing about you. Whether it is long or short he thinks it is beautiful/handsome and loves how it feels on his hands after a long day. Kinky, curly or straight he loves it

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Growing up, Ris probably really wanted a kid, but with capo business, it’s very hard to find the time to have one now, if he wasn’t a Passione member you bet he would be having kids with you. Adopted or not he would love them the same.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Risotto is a big man, you bet he’s the big spoon. Since you are most likely smaller than him he will try to be careful with you. One of his favorite things to do when you two are culling is to kiss the top of your head and whisper things. He’s just a huge softie around you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Passione takes up a load of his time, so dates are rarely during the day. Most dates with you two are spent in expensive restaurants to make up for the lack of dates he takes you on.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

I feel like Ris would call you Zuccherino (From my research it means little sweet) Which makes sense because he’s huge but its also adorable.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It took a while, someone had to tell him they noticed him staring at you longer than usual or actually talking to you. After that, he had asked you on a date (He totally hesitated) and it went on from there.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s bigger and much stronger than you. So he tries to be gentle with you, sometimes he loses control (Hrm spicy times) but he always tries to take good care of you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Only in private, He’s really not a big fan of PDA so anything like that is reserved for when you are alone.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was, simply put, nothing much. He just thought you were a normal person and didn’t expect to fall for you in that way.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

If he ever sees you talking to Melone, he gets a bit jealous. What comes after that strictly stays in the bedroom.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiate the kisses most times, Ris actually gets a bit shy when he does it so you take the lead.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Honestly, you do. I feel like Ris would have a hard time finding the right time but after you say it for the first time, he will say it every night before you two sleep.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory of you is when you took a trip to the seaside. It was a bit windy that day but it’s one of his favorites. He would replay it if he could.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He will try. He is definitely not something on par with a sugar daddy, but every time you go on the rare date he will pick out something he thinks you would like.

O = Obsess (What about their s/o makes them obsessed?)

When you talk to him in a lovey-dovey way or call him cute. He never expected someone to feel that way about him so it makes his heart flutter every time you say something like that.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I know its probably super overused. But he likes to call you Caro/Cara (Dear in English) is his personal go-to for you !!

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I feel like Ris would be a total sucker for older music. He’d love to dance with you (In private) while it plays.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to stay in and cuddle you. That’s if he doesn’t have Passione business to attend to

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He likes to think of times when you make him smile, happy memories of you get him out of whatever slump he could be in

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He usually sees you a lot at night, so he likes to talk to you about his day or the stupid antics La Squadra got into that day.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Home-cooked meals, while he loves to take you out to restaurants he loves your cooking, (Even if it’s not the best) it fills him with a certain kind of nostalgia,

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s an introvert so he doesn’t show you off much, but he will be proud of whatever you are good at. Whether it be writing or something else he loves it all and will show it off when he has the chance.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

hAVE I SAID HE LIKES TO DANCE WITH YOU? Sorry caps but if you get into it he will get on his knee and pop the question. Whether you say yes is up to you but he will be overjoyed if you say yes.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

He loves to think of you to Love Will Keep Us Together by Captain and Tennille, It might seem out of character but he doesn’t just listen to heavy metal. If he feels sappy he will turn on this song.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, all the time. But he is a bit scared about it. He is really awkward about the timing too.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Risotto coins me as a cat person, so he would probably own at least one cat with you, that’s if you want to have a cat too

#risotto nero #risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #jjba x reader #my writing

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nickyneshwrites · 3 years

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Cold Chapter 3

Bold=???

He was pacing around in front of his desk flicking his blade around in one hand, mumbling to himself, and fidgeting with his phone in the other hand. Shizuo still was nowhere to be found and Izaya was desperate. He had heard whispers of his possible location but had come up short everywhere he looked.

If this kept up he was going to raze every single gang in the city to find his lover, pathetic humans, and their opinions are damned!

He stopped flicking his knife looking at the glinting blade and in a moment of complete frustration threw it, it stayed stuck in his office wall. Then he felt and heard his phone ring and quickly pushed the knife from his mind.

“Yes hello. . .What about him?. . .Where are you?! . . .Skip the pleasantries Shiki, Where.Are.You . . . I swear if I have to listen to you-! . . I’ll be there in fifteen minutes!”

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The blonde monster needed to go, not that it wasn't fun having Orihara flustered but it wasn't nearly enough fun to keep the raging monster in his company.

Not only had he injured six of his men he’d torn up a whole room and had to be moved to a more… accommodating environment. This was just getting out of hand.

Shiki sighed, then let his mind wander. A lot of this seemed strange, for one Orihara was showing an unusually open amount of interest in Heiwajima, normally he at least tried to feign disinterest, earlier the pure worry in his voice was clear as day.

Listening to the grunting and squeaking happening in the room over was now setting him on edge even more, as he lingered on the fact that the only thing keeping the blonde man firmly tied to the bed was a ridiculous amount of tranquilizer and thick chains.

The doctor who he had asked to look after the blonde was certain in his methods of detaining the crazed man but it was in Shiki’s opinion that he was seriously underestimating the strength of one of Ikebukuro's most notorious men.

He goes over to the door and the grunting stops. Upon opening the door he sees the blonde laying still, eyes still open he keeps a good distance away from the man in case he decides to lunge but it soon becomes obvious that he is in some sort of unconscious daze.

He looks to see if he's still breathing and finds that he is and sighs, good he really couldn't deal with Orihara going rouge again.

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He was swimming in it, all the self-doubt, the fear of hurting others, the complete overwhelming. . .

“Sh. . .n”

Despair! Admit it for you know it's the truth, all of the love you hold is fake and you only push your pathetic existence upon those around you!

He wanted to deny it but he couldn't, his strength was a tool of destruction that would eventually drag all of those he holds dear to their doom.

Blackened tendrils crept up his subconscious submerging him deeper in their viscous fear dragging up all the truths he tried to keep hidden in himself.

A figure stands before him with an obscured face and it speaks directly to him in a hushed voice.

“-Ch. . .an”

The love you share is false, admit it! You took advantage of the hate you shared and shaped it into a twisted form of love that you've disillusioned yourself into believing.

He tried to escape to deny all of what he was hearing but it was too late he could no longer breathe and the darkness had taken hold devouring all his light.

"S-h. . .uo!"

Yes accept it, then return to your lie no but know no matter how much you run or you brush me away. Know I will still be there.

The figure leaves in black wisps and silence reigns in his consciousness.

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Izaya enters a building at the back end of Shinjuku, normally he would care to know just what it is that goes on in a place like this but right now he doesn’t.

All he wants is to find Shizuo to grab hold of his brute and bring him to his flat and keep him there so something like this doesn’t happen again. He’d always known the moment he lost control of his Shizu-chan bad things would happen. He just never assumed it would be to the stupid brute himself.

He walks down a flight of stairs and is met with a tall door, he knocks three times then waits.

“ O-orihara-same, welcome uh, Shiki-dono is w-waiting in the lower level.”

A small man stands behind the door in front of Izaya, and as the informant gives him the once over it's obvious the man is scared. Izaya's usual mask of aloofness has melted into one of neutrality and the man is right to question his safety with such a gaze aimed at him.

Once they get moving Izaya takes time to notice that the man is in a lab coat and that the area they’ve walked to looks quite similar to an underground clinic.

The creaking of bed frames, the sound of heart monitors, and the distinct smell of bleach are the next things to assault his senses and he starts to get anxious. It seems Shiki has more going on under the city than he was privy to…

This just means there's something for him to look into after this whole situation is solved.

Once they pass through that area he is led to a door to the side and it takes all of a second for Izaya to understand what he's looking at, he doesn't like it and before the meek man can open the door to the room, a blade is pressed to his back.

“Ne doctor-Kun, I've followed you here without complaint because you told me you were leading me to Shiki-dono so could you explain to me why I'm being brought to the interrogation room?”

His tone was pleasant but the danger was clear and the knife pressed in the smaller man's back was sending a very clear message. He was frozen in place trying to find his voice while not fainting from all the stress, he was not prepared for this at all.

“Sh-s-s-sh-iki-dono is in the t-this room, the patient is there too after he d-deemed them too danger-rous to leave out in the main building! Please don't hurt me I was ju-”

The black imposing door is opened and the doctor crashes to the floor, passes Shiki, and immediately scrambles away from the violent man he was forced to meet.

“S-Shiki-dono your g-guest is here and with that, I think I should take my l-leave!”

Izay has long since stopped listening to the blubbering idiot and passes only a glance at Shiki before he walks by him and cautions a look around the room behind the Awakusu-kai member, and he sees him laid up there, his Shizu-chan!

“Shiki-dono knows how to treat his guests so whatever this is should also have an explanation, right? A reasonable explanation that will explain why it was necessary to chain an injured Shizuo to a bed, right?!”

He wasn't pointing his knife at anyone despite the strong urges to attack though his breathing was giving away the obvious distress? Anger? Or maybe even fear he was feeling.

This situation was exactly what Shiki was trying to avoid, he has every intention to pass Heiwajima over to Orihara but he was sure to the tense man it didn't look that way. He takes a step back to sit in the chair in the corner and looks straight at the informant, he knows he has to play this right or things could blow out of proportion and he's not in the mood for the melodrama.

“He’s simply restrained for his safety and that of my men, this room was the best for such a situation, and seeing as we couldn't get him to calm down this was the best I could arrange, he’s under a strong tranquilizer and has been showing strong signs of mental distress”

At this point, Izaya has heard what he wants and is moving towards the bed, as he approaches he notices that Shizuo's eyes are wide open but is seemingly unresponsive. He touches the blonde's arm and can't help the intake of breath he makes when he feels how cold he is to the touch.

“Shizu-Chan comes on I know you’re stronger than whatever this is…”

Izaya pockets the knife he's still holding and moves to grab onto the blonde's shoulder, he pulls on the chains there loosening them as much as he can.

“That isn't a good idea Orihara-san, he isn’t very stable and I don't think disturbing him in this state will not end well”

But again Izaya wasn’t listening, he just kept pulling and calling for the blonde getting lost in a haze of frustration as he rasped out his desperate call.

“Shizu-chan please you're not allowed to fall to anyone but me, wake up. Come on Shizu-chan I can even buy you those ridiculously sweet milkshakes you like just … Wake up Shizuo!”

He sounded close to tears and Shiki sat in shock at the display in front of him, the whole situation was kind of surreal. He was sure he had a good guess as to what the nature of their relationship was behind closed doors but this type of emotional response was more than he expected coming from the normally supercilious informant.

Then from behind the trembling back of the smaller man he saw it, the moment heiwajima eyes came back into focus but still holding that crazed spark.

“I-izaya?”

There was a moment of silence as his eyes and Izayas met like they were trying to talk through them to push forward the pain they each had to endure.

And in one act of utter relief, Izaya kisses the blonde, hard and passionate and desperate with all the pent-up energy he'd built up being released in the only way he could think to communicate.

He doesn't even hear as the chains are broken and fall to the ground with a heavy thump. But he does feel the blonde's hands pull at his fur coat and he sees the tears trickle down the fractured man's cheek.

A tired moan ripples through the kiss and Izaya retreats leaving a thin line of saliva connecting their mouths, his breathing is haggard and it takes him awhile

to calm down. He looks over his tired lover, Shizuo's normal bartender uniform ruined, now a tattered and stained shirt and ripped pants with his sunglasses nowhere to be seen.

“I’m sorry Izaya! I’m sorry I’m like this -this monst-i c-cant its just - i-i-I’m sorry! Im wrong were wrong I’m sorry so sorry sorry so much I-I-I-i”

Shiki leave the room he’s heard enough and decides he doesn’t need to know what else is going to be said, he’s given the informant what he wanted and as far as he’s concerned he’s done his job.

It’s up to Oriharta to fix the obviously damaged Heiwajima and to that he wishes him all the luck.

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It’s been 2 days since Izaya brought Shizuo back to his flat, it's been quiet. Once Shizuo was showered and fed all Izaya wanted to do was hold onto his blond and never let go but he never came in fact he seemed to want to keep as much space as possible. Shifting from any type of contact Izaya initiated and spending hours at a time in the guest room instead of their shared bedroom.

The body that once housed his loud and lively lover was cold and distant. And when he wasn’t hiding, Izaya caught glimpses of a crazed fear in the blondes eyes, and he so wanted to help, to put this whole issue to rest and go back to how things were before his disappearance but it seemed impossible when the blond was so distant.

Shizuo's sitting on the sofa silently looking out at Izaya's unfinished game of chess, he doesn't really understand what about it had him quite so entranced but it was

better than seeing the hurt in Izaya's eyes when he looked at him. He’s standing in the doorway even now just looking; probably weighing how much trouble it would be worth to keep someone as useless as himself just sitting around.

He hears him let out a sigh from the door frame and steels himself as he comes and sits next to him.

“Shizu-Chan look at me, we need to talk ”

Shizuo did as he was told.

“You need time I get that but you need to at some point tell me what it is that you need me to do to help you. I care ok, when you disappeared I went looking everywhere, I found the bastards who attacked you that day and tried my damndest to make them pay. And as much as it hurts me to sit here spouting sentimental trash it hurts more to see you so… so broken, I love you so please just tell me what's wrong Shizuo”

And how could Shizuo ignore how sincere he sounded, those uttered words his name falling from the lips he’d spent years chasing? He shuffled over to the smaller man who was obviously giving him space and rested his head on Izaya's lap. Izaya didn’t really do anything at first but then he started running his fingers through the blonde locks soothingly.

“Just don't leave me”

The words travelled the silent room and seemed to be made more real by the silence and while no reply was made, the gentle way in which fingers caressed the taller man's cheeks were enough to make him know they were acknowledged.

A promise made in tranquility only truly believed by one of them.

#durarara #izaya orihara #izaya x shizuo #izuo #nickynesh ideas #shizuo heiwajima

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otonymous · 5 years

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Your Gavin NSFW HCs!! So good so good so good! The game hasn't been out long but all of these boys are already near and dear to my heart. I wreck myself thinking of your HCs for the other three if you wrote them 💦 For now, may I humbly request some NSFW HCs of my (potentially/somewhat) shady sunshine Kiro if you're willing to bless us with trying him out? No worries if you're not taking requests/busy! Just slid in to let know your Gavin HCs lit some fires 🔥🔥

Hello awesome Anon! 💕

Thank you so much for your lovely comments and your incredibly polite ask! 😍 It totally brought a huge smile to my face to know that you enjoyed my Gavin NSFW HCs! Sorry for the long wait in answering your Ask - I hope you’re cool with Kiro’s NSFW ABCs! Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy them 😉

Warning: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised. TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of smothering & breath play (can be incredibly dangerous - please take a moment to read up on it if you’re curious and practice safe sex in more ways than one!!)

The ABCs of Kiro (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This sweetheart has already raided the convenience stores beforehand for your favourite snacks and will lay them before you while you’re still wrapped up in his sheets

Enjoy feeding each other Pocky and chips, laughing and getting to know one another in your post-coital bliss

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your ears: loves to nibble and suck on the lobes, run his tongue over the shell of your ears, softly serenade you with the sweetest love songs just to watch the tips grow red

Kiro is particularly fond of his lips: he loves licking the salt of potato chips off them, loves using them to feel the heat of your skin as he peppers your body with kisses, absolutely adores it when you come undone from his mouth alone

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kiro loves to come in you, but he also loves pulling out to lay the head of his cock on your trembling folds just watch his cum paint your pussy; reach a hand down to gingerly smear it all around and Kiro is insta-hard again

He also loves to take you from behind so he can cum on your ass and watch it drip down the curves of your cheeks and onto your thighs

Kiro has a hard time keeping control when you look up to meet his eyes as your tongue peeks out to taste that drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He may or may not have a couple pairs of your clean underwear that he buries his face in while he’s jerking off, thinking of you

They definitely come in handy with his crazy busy schedule and all the traveling he does for work (see “Jack Off” below)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kiro is quite experienced (especially when it comes to certain kinks)

Prior to meeting the love of his life (i.e. YOU) he has engaged in meaningless sex here and there with some groupies, some members of edgy underground organizations (one of whom introduced him to his kink - see below, under K)

F = Favourite Position

Hands down, 69 is Kiro’s favourite position because he likes to give and receive at the same time

The superstar will keep pulling down on your hips and thighs, trying to get you to rest more of your weight onto his face (see Kink below)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

There can be a lot of jokes and laughter leading up to the moment, but you can bet that once Kiro gets down to business, he’s never been more serious about anything in his life

Boy can be INTENSE and seriously driven to give you as much pleasure as possible

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like Victor, Kiro is completely bare (in case the superstar has any wardrobe malfunctions on stage)

But if you MUST know, Kiro is a natural blond

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kiro is a romantic at heart: he firmly believes in love at first sight, the red thread of fate and the concept of soulmates

From the very moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one and hasn’t looked at anyone else since (and never will)

Even still, he cannot help but feel insecure at times, hating himself whenever he questions whether or not his Evol had any influence on your feelings for him

Hence, sex with Kiro often takes on an incredibly intimate tone and can be more properly referred to as lovemaking: his cerulean eyes will be searching yours as he buries himself deeply inside you, laying his soul bare with every tender word he whispers in your ear, each burning press of his body against yours — he’s expressing the depths of his love and seeking confirmation that you love him as Kiro the man, not Kiro the superstar with his overwhelming charm

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kiro masturbates quite frequently, close to daily, depending on how tired/busy he is — he finds it hard not to, since you’re never far from his mind

His insane work schedule unfortunately translates into a lot of time away from you, so he often has to rely on himself to release his pent-up energy

Also expect to engage in some mutual masturbation over FaceTime

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Kiro has an oral fixation and lives for you to sit on his face

He’s even cool if there’s a bit of smothering - VERY MILD breath play is something he’s into

He won’t do it to you unless you request it yourself, Miss Chips! (you can bet safe words/gestures will be in full effect)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can get you alone: with his jam-packed schedule, Kiro has to take advantage of every hour, every minute, every second he has with you

You guys have gotten busy in a variety of places: in his dressing room, a variety of broom closets, hidden behind clothing racks backstage, inside a parked van with tinted windows, in bathroom stalls, on a deserted beach in the middle of the night, etc. — anything goes

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While Kiro loves everything about you, he especially loves the sound of your voice, and finds it absolutely irresistible when you sing a song he penned himself (he’d wonder whether his Evol rubbed off on you)

The man melts to hear you moan with pleasure, so feel free to be as loud as possible whenever you have the luxury to do so

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I’m just gonna keep it real here: none of the MLQC boys share. NONE.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This boy likes giving and receiving equally (see Favourite Position above)

Very skilled at eating you out and can happily do so for HOURS (this superstar has had lots of vocal training, including tongue stretches 😉)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If time isn’t an issue, Kiro tends towards slow and sensual because he wants so badly to prolong the moment of physical and emotional intimacy with you

When you’re indulging in a quickie though, the man can snap his hips as fast as a jackhammer and with almost as much force

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While Kiro doesn’t view quickies as ideal, it’s much better than nothing and beggars won’t be choosers

It’s pretty much guaranteed that sex is gonna happen anytime you and Kiro get the chance to meet up in person

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kiro is totally game when it comes to experimenting (except no additional partners!)

His kink game is strong to begin with: anything you mention he’s likely already tried, so feel free to ask him anything

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

With all the recording/filming/concerts/TV appearances/promotions, etc., Kiro has even longer work days than Victor. You best believe he has the stamina to keep up

He’s also a younger guy and is super fit from rehearsing dance routines all the time, along with his usual sessions at the gym (he’s gotta work off all that junk food after all)

So, if given the time and opportunity, Kiro can go many rounds and doesn’t require much recovery time in between

But don’t worry, the boy’s EQ is so high he would never push you past your comfort level; you wouldn’t even need to say anything and he can read you like an open book

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kiro doesn’t have any toys for his own use, but as mentioned in Dirty Secret above, he does keep a pair of your panties around to assist him in fantasizing about you when he’s stroking himself

The superstar does have a collection of costumes from movies/dramas he’s filmed in the past and took a particular liking to. Feel free to peruse and let him know which one you want him to wear 😉

LOVES using toys on you, and is quite open to you using toys on him

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kiro likes to tease his lady when she loses at video games, not when she’s in the bedroom (unless you explicitly ask for it)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kiro, the singer, can get incredibly loud during the act when he doesn’t have to be discrete

His moans and groans are made 100000000x more irresistible by his beautifully sensual voice

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You’ve inspired every love song he’s written since meeting you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kiro has a nice cock, average girth and slightly above-average in length

He is cut and curves very slightly to the right

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kiro had a high sex drive to begin with, but it has shot through the roof since meeting you

His mind can’t help but drift to more sensual matters whenever he sees you or even thinks of you

Much of this is tied to the strength of his feelings for you; oftentimes he finds that words just aren’t enough to express how much he loves and desires you so he tries to show you with both his words and actions

The man does try to suppress his thirst, as he doesn’t want to scare you off

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kiro tends to pass out immediately after sex, but only for 5-10 minutes before he’s completely energized again and ready to go, as if he took a power nap

If you’re up for another round, so is he! But if you’ve had enough, Kiro will break out the post-coital snacks (see Aftercare above) and maybe toss you a gaming console controller, smirking as he climbs back under the sheets with you

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rvnjun · 5 years

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nct 127 reacts | gf overhears them call her clingy

request: Hiii! Can I request something where the 127 calls the gf clingy (but she overheard it) and she distances herself , barely talking to them and they don’t know why?:) warnings: angst? authors note: sorry this took so long babydoll and I changed up the req a bit! Feedback and reblogs are very appreciated

T a e i l

Taeil stared at your figure on the couch, your hands tightly curled around the remote and your eyes glued to the movie on the television. Something was wrong but he couldnt put his finger on it. He knew that there was something different about you but he didn't know what. “Y/n?” he called out, awaiting your response. You didn't even him spare him a glance as you mumbled a ‘huh’. “Are,,,aren't you gonna come and greet me?” he asked, voice wavering. Taeil hated how he sounded but he finally realized what was causing him a bother, you hadn't been greeting him when he arrived home anymore. “What's wrong?” he asked right after realizing what was the problem. Normally you were the type of person to not just burst out your emotions like that but before you could collect yourself, the tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “I,,I,,I-” you stopped for a second to collect your breath “-I overheard what you told Taeyong and im sorry for being so clingy.” Taeils eyes wavered at your words “Baby I didnt mean it like that,,Im sorry that I made you feel that way. I love how clingy you are, it shows me how much you love me,” Taeil softly spoke, pulling you in for a gentle hug.

T a e y o n g

Taeyong loved how clingy you could be, some days he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. Afterall, it wasn't easy being the tough and strong leader of over 16 wild boys. Your arms were a safe haven, the one place we he truly felt like he could relax and not have to worry about anything. However, when Taeyong was truly feeling stressed he would take the anger and worries out on things that didn't make him angry. Which is how he ended up in the situation he was in. Tears burning your cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Your arms were tightly crossed around your chest as you struggled to get the words out. Taeyong hated seeing you this way and it pained him even more to know that it was his fault. “Y/n what you overheard was a private conversation with Johnny that I said under an enormous amount of stress and it wasn't true,” he calmly explained. Your tears momentarily halted as you brokenly asked “Are you sure?” in reassurance. Taeyong didn't say anything but open his arms for you. Immediately you ran to his arms as he tightly held you “I'm so sorry, Y/n.”

J o h n n y

Johnny sighed as he rubbed his temples. There was so much going on his life and he just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with you. But you were angry with him and he couldn't figure out why. Between you and work he felt like he was being torn apart. Sighing heavily he looked up at you “Y/n I need you to tell me what's wrong otherwise I can't do anything about it,” Johnny stated trying to help the situation. “Im just being less clingy, that's what you wanted, right?’ you asked in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice. Johnny's brows furrowed as he racked his brain for answers, why would you think,,,,,Mark. “What did Mark tell you?” his anger was bubbling a little more. “Mark didn't tell me anything. I went to the dorms to drop off some stuff that you left when I heard you tell him I was annoyingly clingy so I left,” you explained the situation. “Y/n I,,I guess I didn't realize how much I love your clinginess until you stopped in. Im sorry,” he sighed while the weight finally lifted from your shoulders. You smiled and opened your arms, missing giving your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend hugs.

Y u t a

He stared out the window with a blank look on his face. The image of your sadden expression burning into his mind. It was his fault, really. You guys got into a pretty bad fight and he was just upset over that. While ranting to Sicheng about you and the whole ordeal he said that you were “overly clingy to the point it was creepy.” What he did not expect was for you to go to the practice room to apologize for the fight, overhearing the comments he made. Your face shown pure agony, his heart breaking more every millisecond. Regret. He felt regret that he didn't run after you to explain himself. “Im creepy,,huh?” your voice sounded shattered as you spoke with seemingly no emotion. “Y/n,,I didn't mean it like that I was just upset. You're not creepy and I don't know why I even said that,” Yuta said, now the one crying.”I mean at the time I meant it but now that i've calmed down I don't,,,can you please forgive me?” Yuta added hopelessly. Your whole body felt tired and like you'd spent the past hours running miles. You knew Yuta, that sometimes he said things he didn't mean. Almost like you were being pulled to him you wrapped your arms around his sitting figure, his head resting in your chest. “Im glad you dont care that i'm clingy”

D o y o u n g

Doyoung stared at the menu as he continued to talk about his relationship. He confided in Taeyong with private and personal problems, and trusted his advice. Sat at a table a few rows back your grip on the glass began to tighten the more he spoke. Sitting across from you, your dear friend watch with a saddened expression. “I thought things between you both were going good?,” she questioned, voice laced with obvious confusion. You didn’t say anything but placed some money on the table and sat up to leave. You couldn’t bare to stay there any longer, hearing the things Doyoung was saying about you was really hurting you. Once you arrived at your shared apartment you laid in bed and quietly wept. After a few hours your phone lit up showing that Doyoung was calling. Rolling to your side you ignored it, not wanting to talk to him just yet. A few more hours had passed when Doyoung barges into the apartment, confused and worried as to why you never answered his calls. “Y/n?,” he called our softly, carefully pushing the bedroom door open. Even in the dark room he could make out your silhouette in the bed. “Hey what’s wrong?,” he asked already knowing something was up. Despite wanting to yell at him you turned over and looked him dead in the eyes “Why are you being so clingy?” Was what you had asked with ill intentions. Immediately he understood your reasons behind not answering the phone. “You weren't supposed to hear that,” he simply said. You felt the bed dip as he took a seat upon the comfy thing. “Yeah and what else haven't I heard that I wasn't supposed to? What else have you been saying?” Doyoung could tell you were rightfully upset. “Y/n,,I,,I did mean it when I say you're clingy, but If I had a problem with it wouldn't I have told you? Im a straight up person,” Doyoung confessed, hands reaching over towards your figure. It was silent for a moment as you processed his words. Sighing heavily you rolled to face him “Do you promise that it doesn't bother you severely?’ you questioned earning a nod from Doyoung. He leaned down a placed a gentle kiss on your cheek “I mean it.”

J a e h y u n

He always got a little ancy with the interviewers starts asking questions about their dating life. Its a question every idol dreads to hear but has to sit through anyway. Jaehyun, he is always tried to make a joke of it. He may have made it funny for all his fans but all his joke did was hurt the person he cared most about, you. You haven't been answering his texts or calls since the day that video went up. He pulled the mask tighter over his face and rushed to your apartment. Technically he wasn't supposed to leave the dorm today but he wanted to see your face. “Y/n,” he called out while banging on your door. “Y/n,,please open the door,” he said with more desperation. You slowly walked to the door,,feet stopping at the edge as you stared at it. “I know what i said hurt you and im sorry about that,” Jaehyun added, not even sure if you were there. Pressing your back against the door you slid down, Jaehyun doing the same on the other side. “I shouldn't have said that gf who is clingy would be the worst, because for me, a gf who is clingy is the best. A gf who is clingy is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Jaehyuns voice sounded broken. He needed to see your face, he needed to hug you and make sure everything was okay. The second he heard the sound of the door unlock his heart raced with excitement. You opened the door and pulled him in for a hug. Jaehyun tightly squeezed back and placed kisses on the top of your head. “Oh my god I missed you so much,” he said while bending down to place a kiss on your lips

W i n w i n

Winwin wasnt the type of person to be honest with his emotions but you could always read what he was thinking. “Y/n,,I didnt mean to call you clingy,,yes sometimes you a get a little attached but the only times it bothers me is when im already in a bad mood,” Winwin quietly explained. He felt upset with himself for ever saying those things about you when he knew that they were some of the things he loved the most. You wiped the tears from your eyes using the paws on your sweater. “Are you sure?” you questioned, unsure if he was being truthful. You could tell in the way he looked and in the way he was acting that something was bothering him. Winwin then did something that took you by surprise, he was never one to initiate romantic things first, it was always you. Reaching out, Winwin grabbed you by your waist and pulled your body flush against his. He looked into your eyes with an intense emotion before slowly leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, his tongue teasingly darting out. You two stayed like that a few seconds longer than you should have but when he pulled away you were flushed and out of breath. “I really do mean my apology, Y/n. I love you,” he quietly said, seemingly embarrassed with his previous actions.

J u n g w o o

Jungwoo stared at you for a few seconds, he brain racking over everything that had happened. “Why,,why are we breaking up I thought everything was fine?” he asked, tears already flowing like a hydrant. Seeing his broken face broke you even more. Your voice, barely above a whisper, finally came out “Because our communication isn't the best,,and no good relationship has bad communication.” Jungwoo hands grasped out for your wrist holding you in place and not letting you leave. “What should we tell eachother then? Y/n I cant have you go, you're the only thing that's holding me together right now,,please,” his voice cracked and he looked shattered. Your chest heaved up and down as loud sobs erupted from you. “I accidentally read your texts and I saw you tell Lucas I was clingy,,” you confessed, convinced that he would want to break up then. “That's what this is all about? Goodness Y/n you should've talked to me first. Yes you get clingy but tis not a serous issues, what's a serious issue is how hot you eat your food,” Jungwoo cracked a joke. Your tears fell even harder as you pulled him in for a hug. “I'm so sorry for ever suggesting it I should've talked to you first,” you cried like a little baby in his arms. Jungwoo swayed side to side, holding you tightly and cherishing every second of it.

M a r k

You often read over Marks lyrics, whether they were going to be used or nt you loved to read them. It always felt like you got a insight into what was really going on in that Canadians head. Your fingers flipped the page as you started on the next song. “Cling to me” was the title as you guessed since it was written sloppily at the top. Some of the words were smeared due to something having been spilt on it but you did your best to read it anyway. At first ti seemed like a light hearted song but as the lyrics progressed you realized it was about you. A song about how loving it was at first to have someone cling to you only for it to be over bearing and annoying. The door opened as Mark walked in, his eyes skimmed the room only to see you reading his journal. “Oh, I haven’t been writing lately,” he said, plopping down next to you. When you didn’t respond right away Mark noticed that you looked distraught. “y/n?” he questioned before his eyes slowly moved to the page. He felt his heart drop momentarily before his hand darted out to cover the page. “Don’t continue reading this, before you saying anything let me explain. I wrote this after our last fight and I was angry,,I didn't mean it. Flip the page,” Mark instructed while flipping the page for you seeing as you wouldn't listen. “I wrote this he next day after seeing what I wrote the previous night, I didn't mean to write those things, Y/n.” Holding back tears and wanting to listen to him you glanced up at the top “Eyes of an Angel” was the title of this song. Reading the lyrics you let the tears drop. “Eyes of an Angel” was a song about how you always saw him for him and how it was yours eyes that pulled him out of some of his darkest times. About how he was thankful that the first thing he got to see in the morning was your eyes staring back at him. Leaning over he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head “I really should rip that page out,” he mumbled while pulling your lips to his, giving you the sweetest and most gentle kiss he ever had

H a e c h a n

Haechan was a playful spirit, that was something everyone knew. Infact it were his light hearted jokes and his childish teasing that gave him a lot of fans, plus It didn't help that he was incredibly good-looking. Haechan was teasing Mark about how he never lets him hug him or give him kisses. Your feet padded against the ground as you made your way to the dorm, ready to finally drop off Haechans clothes that you stole and promised to return. “Yeah well you know who is really clingy?? Y/n,,sometimes I cant breath when Y/n is in the room-” you stopped in your tracks, dropped his clothes on the ground and spun around on your heels. “clingy,,but,,,Haechan,,with,,he,,me??” you mumbled incoherently to yourself. “-its not like I have a problem with that though, her clinginess is a big reason why I love her,” Haechan finished his sentence, confused as to why Mark was staring behind him funny. “I swear I heard someone,” Mark slowly walked towards the hallway, Haechan not far behind. Peaking over the corner Marks eyebrows went from being knitted in confusion to panic. “Okay Haechan, DON'T PANIC BUT-” Mark was quickly interrupted by the younger bright boy “WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON'T PANIC?? NOW IM PANICKING WITHOUT KNOWING WHATS WRONG,” the young boy yelled back. “Sorry,,,I uh,,,I think Y/n was here to drop off your clothes but for some reason she dropped them,” Mark directed Haechans line of sight to his clothes on the ground. “Fuck. She probably heard me calling her clingy and left,” Haechan quickly pushed past Mark, pace picking up as he attempted to catch you before you got back on the train. The second her caught sight of your hair, bouncing as you hurriedly walked he couldn't help but scream your name. You froze in place long enough for him to catch up, with his hands on his knees and his favorite hoodie in his hands. “You,,you didnt hear it all,,I called you clingy,,but I also said thats why I,,I love you,,please,,take this back and,,,come back to the dorm,” Haechan said in between heavy pants. “Oh my gosh im so stupid,,sorry Haechan,” you said with a giggle, putting his favorite hoodie on. He stared at you in disbelief for a few seconds before pulling you in for a tight hug. “Its not fair you look better in my stuff than I do.”

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seasaltresources · 5 years

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Undertale Sentence Starters

Part 1: The Ruins & Snowdin

( feel free to change names and pronouns as needed! )

“You’re new to the UNDERGROUND, aren’tcha?”

“Golly, you must be so confused!”

“Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!”

“Ready? Here we go!”

“Your SOUL starts out weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV.”

“You want some LOVE, don’t you?”

“Hey, buddy, you missed them.”

“RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS!”

“You know what’s going on here, don’t you?”

“In this world, it’s kill or be killed.”

“Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this?!”

“Ah, do not be afraid, my child.”

“I will guide you through the catacombs.”

“Welcome to your new home, innocent one.”

“The RUINS are full of puzzles.”

“Only the fearless may proceed.”

“Stay on the path.”

“I’m proud of you, little one.”

“You will need to be prepared for this situation.”

“Here, take my hand for a moment.”

“You have done excellently thus far, my child.”

“Do not worry, I did not leave you.”

“I have an idea. I will give you a CELL PHONE.”

“If you have a need for anything, just call.”

“Be good, alright?”

“You only wanted to say hello?”

“You want to know more about me?”

“Huh? Did you just call me, ___?”

“How adorable... I could pinch your cheek!”

“Look what you’ve done.”

“For no reason in particular, which do you prefer, cinnamon or butterscotch?”

“You wanted me to STAY there?”

“Oh gee...”

“I was not expecting to have company so soon.”

“Oh dear, that took longer than I thought it would.”

“This is it. A room of your own. I hope you like it!”

“Is something burning...?”

“I want you to know how glad I am to have someone down here.”

“...I have to do something. Stay here.”

“I am going to destroy it.”

“If you leave _____, they, _____ will kill you.”

“What are you proving this way?”

“I cannot save even a single child.”

“You would just be unhappy trapped down here.”

“I bet you feel really great.”

“You didn’t kill anybody this time.”

“But what will you do if you meet a relentless killer?”

“You’ll die and you’ll die and you’ll die.”

“Will you kill out of frustration?”

"D o n ' t y o u k n o w h o w t o g r e e t a n e w p a l? T u r n a r o u n d a n d s h a k e m y h a n d."

“You’re a human, right? That’s hilarious.”

“I don’t really care about capturing anybody.”

“What are you even doing?”

“No!! I don’t have time for that!”

“I will be the one! I must be the one!!”

“You get lazier and lazier every day!”

“Come on, you’re smiling.”

“Wow, sounds like you’re really working yourself... down to the bone.”

“You oughta get going. ____ might come back, and if ____ does, you’ll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes.”

“hate to bother ya, but could you do me a favor?”

“Oh my god!! Is that a human?”

“Uhhhh, actually I think it’s a rock.”

"Did something move? Was it my imagination?“

“I can only see moving things.”

“If something WAS moving, I’ll make sure it never moves again!”

“I want to see the world, but I cannot move.”

“Thank you... good luck!”

“You’re so lazy! You were napping all night!”

“The amount of fun you will probably have, is actually rather small I think.”

“You solved it so easily.”

“Tell your friends there’s ice cream out in the middle of the woods.”

“Please enjoy this spaghetti.”

“You’ll be so busy eating it, that you won’t realize you aren’t progressing!”

“Are you actually a little puppy?”

“Is there any left for me?”

“Good job on solving it so quickly. You didn’t even need my help.”

“I love doing absolutely nothing.”

“I can’t remember the last time I saw a fresh face around here.”

“You’re a kid too, right? I can tell cause you’re wearing a striped shirt.”

“I would join them, but I’m just not very funny.”

“We can’t do anything, so why be morose about it?”

#rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence starters #rp meme #inbox memes #roleplay starters

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years

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Hello! Can i have a “life generator” for the arcana please? :) I’m a bi 5’9 girl with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m antisocial, and closed off to most people. I have a sarcastic and dirty sense of humor, and i’m childish. I love to playfully tease people. I’m a gryffindor, and quite stubborn. I get jealous easily. I LOVE animals. My hobbies are shopping, singing/piano, and archery. I’m a tomboy, and i live in hoodies. I’m honestly pretty touch starved. Thanks in advance!!

Thank you for being my first request! It took a lot longer than I expected, but I still had lots of fun doing this. I also realized how garbage my writing has become and how I lack any creativity, but that’s another issue for another time.

Thank you for your interest in the world of The Arcana! In a few moments, you will be reborn. Loading simulation in 3 …… 2…… 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

You were born into a wealthy family where the pressures of society were the laws of the house. Your father was attempting the climb the unspoken social latter of Vesvusia and he could not risk having his children act out of line. Fortunately, he was constantly out mingling with the high-tiers, leaving you with eons of freedom. Your mother attempted to teach you the ways of a lady, but it was not long before you turned away from the pink ribbons and ran towards the bow and arrow. She soon came to accept your differences, but you did learn to enjoy certain aspects of being a lady. However, your father soon learned of your rather rebellious behavior and sent you to a center to become more ladylike. Although you despised the suffocating corsets and endless sewing, your piano and singing lessons kept you from falling apart.

F R I E N D S

Nadia, Navra, Nazali

As time passed, you had become one of the top pianists and vocalist in the entire community. What baffled the people was that you would only perform in a black tunic: a sign of protest against the center’s practices. The contrast in your talent and personality attracted a large audience, curious to see what you had to offer. One day, you had woken up to see the entire room emptied of its people. Gold ornaments and red carpets stood in their place. You were quickly notified that a few of the Satrinava sisters were coming to visit and your instructor wanted you to play for them. Not only were you nervous about playing in front of royal, but you were also worried about their judgy eyes analyzing your outlandish appearance. You even contemplated wearing a pink, puffy ballgown, but you chose to stay true to yourself and prepared for the event.”

“The three sisters strolled into the building, their presence more illuminating than the chandelier above your head. Once they were seated, you did not waste time with formal introductions. The audience of three listened in silence as your fingers danced on the piano keys and your voice soared across the room. You sang about your woes within the center, yearning for an ounce of freedom. Had you looked across the room, you would have noticed the wet film of their eyes. After your performance, Navra to you and grabbed your hand.

“That was the most beautiful I’ve ever heard in my life! You must play for me at my parties.” The strength of her handshake nearly ripped you apart.

“Leave the poor girl alone. You don’t want to scare her away already,” Nazali pulled her back.

Amid their bickering, you heard a cool voice from behind. “Do you feel imprisoned trying to live the life of a lady?” You spun around and saw a pair of red eyes staring back at you.

The blunt and sudden nature of the question had caught you off-guard. You had no intention of angering the princesses, but your tongue would not allow you to conform to their ways. The room went silent as the other sisters stopped their arguing and turned towards you. They were waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” You said.

The sisters exchanged glances. The pink-haired sister took the moment of silence to formally introduced herself as Nadia Satrinava, the youngest of the sisters. You curtsied in return, but her next question nearly knocked you off your feet.

“Would you like to perform at my palace? Where you are free to live as you like?”

Other friends: Portia, Mazelinka

R O M A N C E

As the royal musician, you were forced to interact with individuals who you would rather avoid after every show in the palace. Years had gone by and the only person you didn’t want to thrash was Portia. The rest were snobby, misogynistic, or outright stupid. However, there was one gem you had met during this time.

You had finished a romantic ballad for a smaller crowd that day. Nadia had asked you to perform as a part of her appreciation banquet to those working against the Red Plague. As you prepared to retire to your room, a young man with copper hair and an eye-patch appeared by your side.

“What a marvelous performance! Your voice is almost as beautiful as you.” A devilish grin was plastered over his face. It seemed more slappable than most. “Excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Dr. Julian Dovarak.“

“Sir, I’d like to know how you got past security,” Your voice was stone.

“That’s just one of my many talents. Let me tell you about how I nearly decapitated a monster with simply a bow and arrow.” You began to tune him out instinctively, yet you couldn’t ignore the charisma exuding from him. As he droned on, you decided to give him a chance. It was a matter of time before you were laughing in his tales. Dramatic, but entertaining.

“I liked your story, but I’m still calling security. You did invade my privacy after all,” You said.

He put his hands in the air. “There’s no need for that. I simply thought you enjoyed my company, but I may have misread the situation. I’ll be on my way.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy your company. It’s just…. I could have it elsewhere. Especially since you seem to have no problem sneaking up on me when I’m alone”

It took him a moment to register the joke as he responded with confused laughter. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his cheeks were crimson. His confidence crumbled. There was nothing left of the old Julian; only a stuttering mess. You felt the muscles of your face pull an upward grin as laughter bubbled in your stomach. Never had you met someone so bold yet so flustered. So much for his bravado.

“I’m just teasing you. I wouldn’t call security on you, because you’re not as irritating as everyone else.” You laughed as he attempted to pull himself together.

He cleared his throat, prompting the return of his mischievous grin. “I’m flattered. Of course, if you would like a more private encounter, that can always be arranged.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

F I N A L F A T E

When the first round of accusations against Julian came around, you could not believe them. The man who had become so dear to you could not have committed murder. You weren’t sure what the details were, but your instincts told you that there was more to the story. However, it was impossible to find reliable answers when Julian had fled the city and the only witness was Consul Valerius. You wanted to search for him, but Portia held you back.

"Chasing him will only bring you more danger.”

Although you wanted to pack your bags and take the first ship to Julian’s location, you knew it was unreasonable and irrational. During Julian’s disappearance, your relationship with Portia grew stronger. The two of you would reminisce about the good times and the best of Julian’s embarrassing moments. Soon, the two of you were able to move past Julian and make terrific memories on your own. Life began to move smoothly again. The two of you spent lots of time running errands. After a few witty exchanges, you found yourself on the floor with tears in your eyes. Portia would clutch her stomach from all the laughter. Sometimes you felt that the two of you had become delirious, but no one ever enjoyed life by staying sane.

Yet one fateful day, you saw a flash of red and black zoom behind you. At first, you thought nothing of it. Probably some guards chasing after a thief or a child playing a game. However, the figure had stopped and you dropped your groceries. The infamous Dr. Dovarak was standing in front of you.

“Julian?”

Against your better nature, you ran after him. You already lost him once, you weren’t about to lose him again. But once you arrived at his spot, he had disappeared. You kicked the loose rubble beside you out of frustration. Your eyes had not been playing tricks on you; that was Julian. You went back to Portia and told her everything that you had seen. At first, she assumed you were messing around. However, she became uncertain as she saw the pleading look in your eyes.

That was not the last time you had seen the doctor. Your paths had crossed again when you walked into a rowdy tavern after a long day. All you wanted was a refreshing drink and some time away from the palace. Lost in your thoughts, you sat in the nearest booth and took a sip of your mug. You nearly spat it out when you looked to your right.

“What are you doing here?”

You were face-to-face with the man who you had been searching for all this time. But now that he was in front of you, there was something off about him. He seemed tired.

“Hello darling, long time no see. How is life? I’m sure it must be dandy without me.” He flashed his famous grin that you had come to love. A rush of anger seared in your stomach. The man had been missing for nearly three years, yet he acted as if his absence was a mere joke. Did he not realize the pain he had caused for you and his sister was unrepairable?

“No. Don’t play this game with me.” You gripped his wrist and demanded that he tell the truth. His smiley facade disappeared and he turned away. There was no way from him to explain that he had lost his memory without sounding insane or incriminating. All he could do was play the role of the villain.

But you were not giving up so quickly. Although you couldn’t get Julian to give you the information you wanted, the two of you began to meet more often (despite the risk of Julian getting caught). As he worked through his layers of problems, you stood by his side and helped lighten his darker days

You notified Nadia that you were no longer going to play for the palace and packed your bags, joining Julian in his quest to clear his name and learn the truth about Lucio’s murder. During this time, Julian was able to look past his fears and learned to confide in you. It was not long before you two had declared your love for each other and secured a relationship.

After Julian’s name had been cleared and the second wave of the Red Plague disappeared, the two of you decided to become pirates. After the drama in Vesuvia died down, Julian was craving some form of adventure. He asked you to come along with him as he could not see himself doing anything without your support. Although you were unsure of the chaos the new lifestyle would bring, you decided to join him. Julian bought a new boat while you recruited crewmates to keep the ship running smoothly. It was not long before you and Julian set out for the seas, enjoying the wild adventures each day would bring.

T H E E N D

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forsaken-melodies · 5 years

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Do the whole list I dare you

“Oh you just had to go and dare me didn’t you? Very well. You want a peek inside my head darling you have it.”

BY THE FATES this took forever. *snicker* I hope you find out what you were looking for! And remember, I’ll do this thing for ANY of my boys, if asked. NSFW is, of course, below the cut. I take no responsibility of you reading something you aught not, given that I have warned you!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

J’areth is heavy on cuddling. When he is with a partner he trusts enough to not simply quickie and run, the man is all about taking care of one another’s comfort after the fact, be it a nice soak and a nap, a small meal while clad in naught but the tousled sheets. He is as affectionate as one would expect of a solitary partner, to each and every one of his lovers, without fail.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Now that is difficult. A well made form is as good as a well written song to J’areth, and it doesn’t matter the verse, he likes them all! However if he had to pick, hes rather fond of lips, a well built jaw, masculine or feminine, and a throat he can nibble while the deed is done. He is a bit nippy when things get going after all!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When it comes to cream the catte has copious amounts of it, but never fear, he does his very best not to waste a single drop. Buried within his partner is where he finds his peak, unless otherwise asked. However if he must make a mess, he will insist that it gets cleaned up.. one way or another. This goes for his partner’s release as well, though depending on the flavor, he may insist on a bath in the tub instead, so make certain your diet is pleasing!!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secrets? What are those? Sweetie if you ask him he’s bound to tell you about anything he likes, he has very little true shame in the way of sex. (Though he has been known to be shy with those he harbors deep seated feelings for.) From toys to positions, top, bottom, switch, you name it, you ask, and he will give you a rather definitive answer of yes or no.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has led a very… interesting… life up until this point. His first excursions to Ul’dah landed him in the debt of a particular Lalafel’s cronies… and he was forced to pay it off any way he could. Young then, he gained quite a bit of experience in the subject, early on it was forced, but he learned, survived, and then, thanks to the kindness and compassion of a very few souls, broke away from that life. Now, He simply does as such because he -enjoys- it. And he gets to pick WHO and WHEN… and he can say no. Something he never had the luxury of before. Experience? He has plenty, and he bets he can show you areas that you didn’t even know you HAD to gain pleasure from.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Positions depend upon the partner, relative size, gender, how rough or gentle they want it. Absolute favorites? Face to face, either laying down or sitting up, so that he can hold his partner, and often lavish them with kisses and nibbles. However if he is with a more.. dominant.. partner, never let it be said he didn’t enjoy being pinned against a wall or the bed and ravished until he can barely walk!

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

That entirely depends on his partner and their pleasure. If they are more relaxed, there may be some soft joking or taunting, a light bought of wrestling.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His body hair is near non-existant save for a little darkened trail leading down from his navel to his nethers. Below the belt, it is well trimmed, shaped and everything is kept as velvet - soft as his fur or the hair on his head, and yes, everything is that ebony black, tinged with navy blue. Yes, my dears. that color is -natural-.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This goes along with G. If they are more the romantic type, he can do that too, seriousness and silver tongued, singing his partner’s praises past little kisses. He lives to please, and will often cater his responses to his partner. HOWEVER, if it is someone he cares for, he will be more likely to be romantic, more-so than outright -sexual- with his actions. Massage, cuddling, sweet nothings and the like.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation? Yes. Often. Boy is insatiable. So much of his emotion is based upon -touch- that touching is often something he does to calm himself from a rough day, or even simply when he’s lonely, and none of his lovers are available. He will often picture one, or more often than not, more than one of them, sharing his bed and his form. If he is feeling -particularly- needy, he may combine one of his many toys with the act to enhance his daydreams.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Well, that’s a long list Lets go with simple things. He’s a biter. He uses his claws. He will attempt to be careful if asked, but when you are with this one expect to go home with a few ‘love marks’. He adores being able to make his partners growl, groan, moan or generally make a LOT of noise. His ears are sensitive, and his hearing extremely acute, and the reverberations of such noises during the act enhance it for him. He has been known to ‘play’ as someone’s affectionate pet, however he is just as eager to be the one holding the leash. Be forewarned, boy’s a switch.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed, bath and beyond? Seriously. Whether at home or somewhere in the wilds, he is equally happy. Partner have a kink for getting it on where they may get caught? J’areth would be more than happy to play into that role, just warn him ahead of time so he wears the right pants! In all fairness, where-ever his partner or partners are most comfortable tends to be his venue of choice.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing, sexual tension, foreplay. He LOVES getting all worked up and taking a tumble when he can’t hardly think straight. But he is equally fond of a slow build up, and can even enjoy imparting experience on those of lesser knowledge.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Honestly? No underage. That should be a given, in this day and age. Nothing to do with scat, nothing to do with vomit. There may be -mild- bloodletting from claws, or teeth, but NO gore, vore, or otherwise nasty things like that. Past these things, Ask. The worst that will happen is he will give you a funny look and tell you no if he doesn’t like the idea. He’s very open about communication, really.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oh now that? THAT is a big favorite. He loves it. Giving, receiving? He’s all around fond of using that tongue of his to his partner’s absolute pleasure. He is quite skilled, and being a bard by class, one can just imagine what he can do, given the chance. (Oh, and a hint for male partners? No gag reflex, and he can purr while he goes down on you. Interested?)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

That one depends on how worked up the two of you are before hand. He has been known to go a bit overboard with the foreplay, to the tune of a really rough tumble wherever he and his partner fell, however he is equally at home taking HOURS pleasing one another. (and yes, he -can- last that long. Can you?)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s been more than known to have a few of these. It can help relieve stress, bond, quickly with a busy partner, and when someone nearby is in heat, well. You can expect a fast rutting from the poor lad, so driven out of his senses by the scent. Don’t worry though, if that is the case, and you wanted something longer? Give him about a half an hour and he’ll be ready to go again, and this time, take his time doing it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You want to go at it in the middle of hostile territory? At the top of a tree, dangling over the branches? Sure, sounds fun! You just got this new swing from the leather worker and want to try it out? Game. Whips are a no go but the occasional spanking from a crop? Sure. Basically, along the lines of communication again. You want something from the catte, you gotta tell him. He’ll normally be game to try anything once, but if you don’t ask, you’re likely to get told to do it yourself!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As mentioned in previous questions, Hours. His longest session to date has been six hours but he is more than willing to test that limit. (and no, that wasn’t solid sex all the way through, lest you worry about friction rashes and the like.) As far as how -often- in a setting can he go at it? He’s got about four -good sized- releases in him before it becomes a bit too sensitive to be touched.. or looked at. Frequency? as previously stated, give him about a half an hour in between to catch his breath, and maybe cuddle a bit, and he will be ready to go again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes. He has a variable box from the goldsmith, leather worker, and other shops. (along with several different scented lubes from an alchemist friend. Cause safety after all.) Between various sized plugs, cages, phallus’s, crops, blindfolds, bindings, Even a few strap ons for the more adventurous femme fatals. He’s a kinky boy. He’s certainly used many on himself, and is more than happy to use them on partners!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh explicitly. He LOVES driving his partner up a wall, and down the other side with -wanting- him so bad they can barely speak the words. Rarely is it fair, often its dirty whispers or the subtle touch in public, where they cannot react to it, to drive them insane by the time they are alone.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He purrs, he mewls, he yowls. He groans sweet nothings and praises the fates for bringing his partner to him. He is -very- vocal. (and you might want to make sure if you don’t want to be heard, the room is soundproofed, or tell him he -has- to be quiet. Fair warning, gags may be necessary.)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Since joining his current free company, he has actually cut -back- on the random encounters. More so than not he has been spending his time either with his chosen lovers, or with close companions. It’s not that he won’t accept other advances, however when he has attempted to ‘find some strange’ in the past few weeks, They’ve all been engaged, and that rather killed his mood.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is fairly average for a man standing at roughly 5′9″.He is 1.8 inches in Diameter, 5.5 inches flaccid, 8.5 inches erect. It is circumcised, kept immaculately clean, a slightly darker tan than the rest of his body, especially when aroused. He has a small steel ring through the frenum, which shines a bright sapphire blue. His scrotum is of average size as well, and holds fairly close to his form, is smooth, with a light dusting of hair, clearly kept as trimmed and clean as that which rests above his length.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

May as well be a rabbit or a randy teenager. The man’s sex drive is through the roof. Aroused at the drop of a hat, though keep in mind that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s -hard-. It might not -show- just how dirty his thoughts are, but believe me, they are.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the first go? No chance. Pulling an all nightter? by the end of it hes curled up like a content kitten who’s had all the fish and cream he could desire, ready for nothing more than a good snuggle and to purr his partner to sleep as he snoozes.

@garlean-nonsense Thank you for the ask/dare. Hope you found out what you wanted to know! *wink*@ellwelune you said you were curious about the ask settup. You should totally do it too!

#garlean-nonsense

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thedoctorishereguys · 7 years

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Rules: I was supposed to tag 25 people. I’m not doing that. I hate tagging people. Do it if you want to. It passes time.

I grabbed the open tag from someone or another. IDK. It’s on my dash quite a bit today. Hello, whoever I grabbed it from!

LAST: LAST THING I BOUGHT: Coffee. LAST STORE I VISITED: CVS, but I work there. Uh. Fuck, I haven’t gone to any store in like months other than my work. Uh. Gas station, I guess, for my smokes? LAST TEXT MESSAGE: “I can come in for work now if you can pick me up. TY.” LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Everyone says don’t, sung by Raul Esparza. LAST THING I ATE: Shit, when did I even eat last? Fuck. Um. Yeah, this would be easier to answer if I ate more than like once a day. I think steak? Maybe? Idk, really. HAVE YOU EVER: DATED SOMEONE TWICE: Nope BEEN CHEATED ON: I don’t think so? But I wouldn’t put it past the bastard I was with, really. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: … Honestly, y’know, that’s complicated. I regret the relationship I was in, but I don’t regret having been sexual in general with that person? So… yes and no? Idk. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Yes. My great-grandmas have been gone 12-13 years now and I still have trouble talking about their deaths. BEEN DEPRESSED: I have bipolar disorder, depressed is one of my main emotions. BEEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: Way too many times to count. IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU: MADE A NEW FRIEND: Yes FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: No. But I haven’t fallen in love either. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: Yes MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: Yes. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FRIENDS WERE: Yes. In all the good ways, found that people I didn’t realize were close really were. I ended up in a psych ward due to a complete mental breakdown, and I realized I had an entire support network that I never thought to ask for help from before. Just everyone in my life really rallied around me. One of my friends, who generally hates driving distances, drove almost an hour to the hospital to see me, sometimes more than once a week (I was there for almost a month). That same friend also hugged me when he left, even though he is the least touchy-feely guy in existence. One of my work friends got really worried about me when I stopped coming to work, but he still didn’t pressure me to talk about it, just asked me what he can do to help, but told me that he doesn’t need to know what happened, only what I’m willing to share. I did tell him everything, because he is a good friend, but he was so good to me. People I hadn’t talked to in ages, because I was isolating severely beforehand, came and visited, or called, and it was just so touching. Even now, a couple months later, people will ask me how I’m doing, and my best friend (the one who drove couple times a week to visit) makes sure to call me several times a week just to check in, just so I don’t end up in that situation again. After the first psych ward visit (I had two this summer), I attempted suicide, and I called that best friend in a panic that I needed to get to the hospital, but I didn’t want my parents to know what I had done, so I didn’t want to call 911, and he came and got me right away, and he stayed at the hospital for almost 2 hours, until they took me back into the psych ward. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: Yes, a coworker, but she does that to everyone, although I think I’m her special project. I don’t much care. GENERAL: HOW MANY PEOPLE ON TUMBLR DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE?: Uh… no one, I guess, but I still defend I know enough about one to count it, so there. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: No and thank god. I’m not an animal person. I used to have lizards, but they died on me. I like lizards. I wanted snakes, but my mom (with whom I still live) said absolutely fucking not. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME?: Nah, I like mine. Wish people would pronounce it right, but that’s a different matter. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?: 6 fucking a.m. Which was only because I was due in at work at 7, otherwise, I am not conscious before 1pm, and often sleep until 3. WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT?: Hm. Work until 8pm, which was hell, and then fucking around on the computer until like 1a.m. Which may explain why I feel like death today. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: Getting to drive again? Coffee with a girl next week? Seeing my best friend again? HAVE YOU EVER MET SOMEONE NAMED TOM?: … Honestly, I’m sure I have, but none come to mind. Must not have made a huge impression on me. WHAT’S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RN?: Not much. I’m too tired to give any fucks about anything. Uh. The existence of 7 a.m. I’m pretty sure the devil invented mornings as a punishment for our sins. BLOOD TYPE: A positive. I used to be a blood donor, so I’ve known my blood type for years (I am no longer a blood donor, because the last time I donated, I got so sick my doctor was tempted to transfuse my blood back in.) NICKNAME: I don’t have one. And that’s fine with me. There are no ways to shorten my name, it’s only two syllables, and I don’t particularly care for pet names. Dear and sweetheart and honey are just… ugh. The only one I like is ‘babe’, and obviously, that’s not one I’ll let many people call me (I do have a coworker who calls me that, but she’s awesome, so she can) RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. ZODIAC SIGN: Which one’s the zodiac? Is that the one with the animals, like the rat and the horse and ram, or is that the one with the astrology crap, like Cancer and Aries and Taurus? Either way, I’m a horse and a Sagittarius. And it makes no fucking difference. The year you were born in has zero effect on your personality, and the gravitational pull of the planets even less so. Actually, people have done the math, and the gynecologist present exerts as much gravitational pull on you (because all objects exert gravitational pull, not just planets and stars) as some of the planets on the horoscope, so if you really want to blame someone for your failings, why not the doctor who birthed you? The whole thing is an utter load of nonsense, really, bullshit fucking pseudo-science idiots keep falling for because they need something to believe in, because the stark reality that there is nothing guiding their lives and everything is random is too bleak. (This bleeds into my problems with religion, too, by the way, but I have a measure more respect for that, because at least it instills some level of ethics, which astrology utterly fails to do. But only a measure more.) PRONOUNS: She/Her FAVORITE TV SHOW: Doctor Who, Doctor Who, Doctor Who. All the goddamn way, do not take away my Doctor Who. Every other show can go off the air before you take away my precious Doctor Who. COLLEGE: I went to a state school. HAIR COLOR: Black with purple. LONG OR SHORT: My hair? Or other random body parts? I don’t have a penis, otherwise I’d totally make a dick joke here. My hair is as short as I can get it. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEBODY: Totally! And she said yes to a date, so score! And then there are fictional characters and celebs, and I really need to be better at tagging my posts so @hawkland doesn’t slap me one of these days. FIRSTS: FIRST SURGERY: Breast reduction, 2009. FIRST PIERCING: Ears, 2014. FIRST BEST FRIEND: … First? You honestly expect me to remember that far back? Fucking hell. FIRST SPORT YOU JOINED: Basketball? Soccer? Idk, it was one of those two. FIRST VACATION: That I can remember or that I went on? Because the first that I know of was Slovakia. The first I can remember was… Huh. Hungary, I guess? FIRST PAIR OF SNEAKERS: Who the fuck remembers their sneakers? I couldn’t tell you what sneakers I own right fucking now. EATING: What are you asking me? First time I ate? First thing I ate? I’m guessing so, since this is under firsts… Well, is breastmilk a food or a liquid? Let’s go with food. So first food was around 10 minutes old and it was breastmilk. WTF is wrong with you? Who else would say anything substantially different? Sure, maybe they had formula instead, but no one is going to say, “Oh, I first ate at 25, and it was a fine steak dinner.” If they do, they’re an alien. DRINKING: Listen, seriously, what the hell? I’M ABOUT TO: Idk. Take a nap, maybe? LISTENING TO: Nothing, I feel no compulsion to surround myself with noise at all hours of the day and night. WANT KIDS: Fuck no. Not ever. GET MARRIED: Sure, if I find someone I like and who can, at least, tolerate me. CAREER: Ideally. WHICH IS BETTER: LIPS OR EYES: For what? Lips are good for kissing and sucking and integral in speaking, which help with things like “I love you,” eyes are good for looking and part of communication. Really. How do you pick? HUGS OR KISSES: Hm. Toughie. Idk. SHORTER OR TALLER: I like my men taller and my women my height. As I’m mainly interested in women… OLDER OR YOUNGER: My age. ROMANTIC OR SPONTANEOUS?: Uh. I’m not a fan of spontaneous, really, I don’t like shit sprung on me. But I’m too awkward to pull romantic off, I usually stick my foot in my mouth about a minute in. Planned out, at least. SENSITIVE OR LOUD: Yeah, these two really aren’t mutually exclusive. Sensitive doesn’t mean you’re not a screamer 😉

HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: Depends what you’re looking for? I mean, I know sometimes I just want sex, and that’s fine, that’s totally OK. And sometimes I want a relationship. It depends what you want. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: Yeah, hesitant isn’t usually in my wheelhouse. Depends on the situation really. But I’m not a troublemaker, per se. HAVE YOU EVER: KISSED A STRANGER: No. Not really? DRANK HARD LIQUOR: Yeah. A lot of it. I’m a recovering alcoholic, and vodka was my drink of choice. LOST GLASSES/CONTACTS: Nope. If they’re not on my face, they’re on my nightstand. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: I’m open to it. I don’t see anything wrong with being sexual, as long as both parties are clear on what they want. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: I’m honestly not sure. BEEN ARRESTED: No TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Yes FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Yes DO YOU BELIEVE: IN YOURSELF: Some of the time. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Yeah, no. You can feel lust, attraction, whatever, at first sight. But love? The most you can love at first sight is the idea you have built up in your head of that person. You don’t know that person at all when you first meet them, how can you love them? HEAVEN: Yeah, see my rant above about religion. I’m an atheist. No heaven. SANTA CLAUS: … I did not just get asked this. Yes. Of course I believe in Santa Claus. And the Easter Bunny. And the fucking Tooth Fairy, which was always the most imbecilic of the lot, and really just there to see how much we can stretch childhood innocence. Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny at least have some kind of sense for a child, but now we’re trying to convince them there’s a goddamn fairy who’d rather have a tooth than money? Who the fuck came up with this? Are we just outright saying children are fucking dumb little shits who’ll believe any fool thing we tell them? Because, yeah, of course most of them do, their parents, who they trust unconditionally, are telling them these things, and telling them about the Tooth Fairy – and Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, by the way – is an exploitation of that trust, and of childhood innocence. We do it because it’s cute that little kids fervently believe in a magical man who brings presents, instead of the truth, which is that their parents love them, and that because they love them, this one day, they are given gifts, out of that love, and on a holiday that had become about familial love. How is that not a better story? Why does some magical shit need to get involved? And the contortions people put themselves through to keep Santa alive for their children, it’s absurd! (Also, don’t tell me Christmas is not about familial love, because it absolutely is – yes, it’s a religious holiday too, but I think Jesus would approve of it being about love, given his beliefs).

Ugh. Santa Claus. Fucking hell.

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joyceinkiwiland · 6 years

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Week 10

Goodbye goodbye goodbye, I’m leaving home to go home.

I am sad. Inexplicably sad, I have no words for it.

My last week in New Zealand has been wonderful and warm and like being home. I’d settled in completely and I’d even been connecting more and more to my colleagues and the children. I knew my place, I knew mostly what to do and I’d spent some time in the Burrow (the smaller children’s area). I’d even helped one of my colleagues to write a story about one of her ‘ghost children’, since she barely stood out and the teacher was too busy most of the time.

Some instances were:

- H., who had been clinging onto me, had opted for constant cuddles and tried kissing me on my face wherever (she succeeded, at the amusement of my colleagues). She’d also been looking at me sadly all week and didn’t want to sit anywhere but on my lap on my Happy Last Day.

- D., and H., who had been playing around me and throwing ninja stars at me, told me to keep seated where I was and stay there forever (oh my, I tried very hard to keep in the tears). They kept playing on my lap until they were picked up.

- C., one of the kids who only spoke Chinese and whom I’d barely made contact with, started listening to me and decided that I was a very good cuddling partner (she took after her friend H.)

- E., G., A., J., and C., decided that I wasn’t allowed lunch on my last day and piled onto me while I was on the floor. H. and C. looked bewildered at me while I was taken hostage.

- X. and H. wanted to play with me all day and decided that my phone was very interesting (it fell out of my pocket and they liked the stickers, so okay, you can look at it)

- R., who had given me a panic attack before, wanted to sit next to me and wouldn’t budge during my Happy Last Day.

- O. had started calling me ‘Joycie’ which only my deceased grandfather would call me and I’d gotten a little emotional since I hadn’t been called that since his passing in 2012.

- R., the boy with the allergies was ill all week so I couldn’t say good bye, which made me sad.

- H. and J., the Korean children, one of whom could speak a little English (J.) came to play with me. J. insisted I sing ‘The wheels on the bus go round’, so we sang and then H. started singing the same tune but something in Korean. We got to the point that I’d understood it as the Korean version and I’d asked her to teach me, which she patiently did and happily obliged to repeat for me. After this, she started rearranging the cars she’d collected by colour and told me the colour in English and the amount of cars in Korean (which I did understand, because I can count up to 5 in Korean). My colleague was very happy with this. Me too, because I felt I’d connected a bit more to them.

My last day I was laden with kisses and cuddles and love. I received a necklace, which I will hold dear for a long, long time. I also received a card made by one of the kids and with some messages from my colleagues. I almost cried. I also received a GIGANTIC cookie, some cake, some cookies and pudding bread. It was amazing (and boy was I full).

I treated everyone who was allowed to Stroopwafels. Everyone loved it! I gave the centre a beautiful book, from both me and Renske, which I read to some children right before leaving.

At the end of the day, I received some more love from the teachers and the kids who put their well-wishes and love into my necklace and I walked home with my Japanese colleague, who had to catch a bus near my apartment. It was great talking to her about her culture! I told her how much I liked her language and I wanted to visit her home country. She told me to contact her if I ever go to Japan.

Then at home we’d all been getting ready for mine and Kirsten’s departure, when suddenly we were surprised by the fact that we’d have to move apartments last minute. Then all of a sudden I didn’t anymore and I’d have to come back on Monday evening to get everything in check.

So I’d said goodbye to Kirsten and wished her well on her travels and I’d told Mia I’d see her before I’d leave to leave her some of my stuff.

Thus, I went off to get my car (I called her Eeniemeenie) and drive to Tauranga. I drove on my own and made some scenic stops. Driving there is amazing and I enjoyed every second of it!! I ended up in Tauranga and walked around for a bit. I didn’t feel like walking up Maunganui that day, so I stayed in and watched some Kdrama (a good one, it’s great) and spoke to my roommates: a Canadian girl and a French couple. I was also very surprised by the people at the desk in that hostel, because they were Dutch! I slept very well and the next day I decided upon having breakfast at the pier near the sea stars. It was wonderful.

I then drove to Maunganui and took the steep way up to the top, during which I had a panic attack because I pushed myself to climb faster than my body could handle. I had some contact with home during that time and let them know I was fine. After reaching the top, I walked down, enjoying the view and breeze. At the beach I enjoyed looking for shells and on the trail back to my car I collected more shells to make into keychains (an idea I picked up at the hostel). After walking the scenic route back I changed clothes and decided I wanted to watch the sunset at Cathedral Cove, but I eventually decided against it, since the sun set far quicker than expected and the trail was long and kind of desolated. Tomorrow was another day, I’d thought.

To enjoy the sunset anyway, I stopped at a desolated scenic stop on my way to my motel in Coromandel. I’d decided to drive a bit longer there, driving past the coast. I marvelled at the sunset and it felt as though I was at the top of the world. I danced and screamed of wonder! The sky was on fire!

I cried a bit in the car on the last bit to Coromandel, since I realized I’d be leaving all of this behind in a few days’ time and I wasn’t ready.

I arrived at the motel, settled in (oh my god I have a tv and there’s kiwis growing in front of my room??) and went for some groceries. I had some vegetables – sadly I got the spicy one, so I didn’t enjoy it as much, and some rice. I then called with Renske and forgot to watch the Breakfast Club and then went to bed. I did have contact with home, since I’ll be going to Disneyland Paris for my friend’s birthday (mixtape discussions all the way!).

(I also showered in the dark because it went out because sensors. Nightmare stuff)

The next morning I got all of my stuff and drove off to Cathedral Cove for my last attempt to see the wonderful world of Narnia. I wasn’t let down. It was amazing! I picknicked there and walked back up to the car. It was now time to bring the car back and go to my apartment and move rooms. I thought.

I drove around for an hour, trying to go to the gas station, fill up and drop off my car. I then got all of my stuff, packed all of it (as best I could, my apartment was a mess and everyone had left.) and tried to find out where I had to move. I didn’t have to according to the man behind the desk, so okay, hang around then…

I was greeted by a letter and a stuffy toy upon arriving home, Kirsten had left it behind. I wanted to give her something too, but she doesn’t want it.

Then today I was greeted by the man from before, asking me to leave immediately to another room in the other tower. I wouldn’t have to pay extra for the premium room, because of the last minute inconvenience. Okay, I’d do that.

I moved to that room in the other tower and repacked my stuff, got the luggage scale from Mia and left my stuff with her.

And a short recap of today:

- Got a box to send stuff home and filled it, left it at the post office because stuff’s too heavy.

- Have a pile of clothes I need to wear until I am through the airport check to take them off again because my luggage is too heavy otherwise.

- Got food

- Cried a bit

- Said goodbye to Mia

- Booked my pick up for tomorrow

- Watched more k-drama.

So yeah, this is the end of my journey. Hopefully it won’t be as long as the last one (or it won’t feel as long). Bye!

#bye home #hello stress

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songofthecagebird-blog · 6 years

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Hoshi Ipomoea

• B A S I C S •

Name: Hoshi Ipomoea

Alias: N/A

Age: 37

Birthday: December 13th

Race: Raven Faunus

Blood Type: A+

Sexual Orientation: Grey Asexual

Romantic Orientation: Grey Aromantic

Color: White

Occupation: Huntsman

Reference: The Escape of the Cage Bird

• A P P E A R A N C E •

Description: Hoshi can best be described as an intimidating individual. Standing at an imposing 6'9" and weighing an impressive 230 pounds, it is not surprising that he was chosen to represent Adam's faction within the White Fang. His features are often kept in a harsh or stern expression, giving him a rather standoff appearance. He does have rather angular facial features, with silver hair that reaches down to the middle of his calves. Most often he lets his hair do what it wants, only taming it enough to be smooth and straight, but it is not uncommon for it to be braided over one shoulder as well. Soft grey eyes also compliment his pale complexion. His overall build is more lithe than "ripped" having muscle in the places that he uses the most; these are mostly combative areas. Still, being such a large person, he is built for both speed and power, though he more so relies on agility than brute force. Hoshi is also a raven faunus, and once had a pair of jet black wings. Now, he only possesses one of those large wings on his back.

Height: 205.7 cm

Weight: 104.5 kg

Scar(s): The scarring around where his wings meet his skin is almost too gruesome to look at. It is evident where his other wing would be if he still had it and the angry white markings there attest to this.

Face Claim(s): Sephiroth - Final Fantasy

• B A C K G R O U N D •

Life Story: Born into a loving family, Hoshi thought that his life would be a simple one. His parents, Alaska and December Ipomoea, were both workers for the Schnee Dust Company within Atlas. Because of their faunus status, they were the ones to be sent down into the mines to collect the dust ore, but they were not bothered by this. With the way faunus are still viewed in Atlas, his parents worked for what was essentially nothing, but were always able to provide for Hoshi and his sister, Alice. Even being raised in poverty did not cause bitterness in Hoshi; he was loved by his family and he loved them in return. He was expected to do chores and work, of course, but he did not see the problem in this, content with how his life was going. This would not last, however, as a mine accident killed his parents at the age of ten. Now placed into custody of the state, Hoshi and Alice were essentially sold off to the highest bidder. Taken in by Angelica St. Claire, Hoshi was forced to become what was basically her house servant. Working for nothing more than the room in the basement he occupied and the food she would provide him with, he was basically a caged bird and dressed up to show off to her colleagues. When he began to grow displeased with the treatment, and demanded to be paid for his services, Angelica took it upon herself to cut away one of the wings that he held so dear to himself, branding him as a disgraced faunus. This was done so that it was impossible for him to find any work that was not for Angelica's company and he was soon moved from being her house servant to being a glorified slave worker in the mines of her company. His hatred festered deep and low in his belly, and he found himself resenting the humans even at such a young age. He spent nearly three decades in this woman's service, treated with the bare minimum of necessities to live, and beaten if the work put-out was not high enough on any given day. It was not until he discovered the use of his semblance that he felt emboldened to begin preparations for escape. He was so desperate to protect one of the younger faunus in his group that he finally activated his semblance at the age of twenty, killing the human without actually meaning to. And while he was severely punished for the death of the guard, he only found himself craving bloodshed more often. Taking to quietly learning how his semblance worked and what the limits of this was, he soon formulated a plan to escape Angelica's prison. Realizing that the only way to leave was to either die or no longer be able to work, Hoshi began to purposefully starve himself so that he may look frail and weak enough to pass for death. Putting his plan into action, now a much thinner state, he played dead one morning that the guards came to collect him for his work. When they were dragging him outside in order to deal with his body, he quickly bite the guards and used his semblance in order to kill them. After running, he began to hear whispers of a group known as the "White Fang." Seeking them out, Hoshi was struck to find that Adam had rather similar outlooks as him. Deciding to settle down here, he flourished within the White Fang, taking his place as Adam's second-in-command. Hoshi is also the one that makes sure that operations are running smoothly and takes care of the business side of the White Fang.

• P E R S O N A L I T Y •

Personality: Hoshi is a calm and serious individual. He is a man that highly values order and control and so he is always working to ensure the success of Adam's faction. Because of that desire for control, he also is someone that is difficult to rile up (though he will become angry at the mention of his missing wing quite easily). He prefers to focus on what matters and not what could have been. In addition to this, he is somewhat cruel. He sees no point in mercy or forgiveness, only uses his anger and betrayal to push him forward through life. Because of this, he's quite a stubborn person and only rarely will he give up on something (or someone). He also has an extraordinary amount of compassion towards other faunus, particularly those younger than him. He sees himself as a protector of sorts from his time spent in Atlas. He does have a dry sense of humor as well, seeming to always be exasperated by something Adam is doing.

Likes: Chess, shogi, napping, cloud watching, being allowed to take control of something, responsibility

Dislikes: Humans, betrayal, taking advantage of faunus, children being hurt

Bad Habits: He has a bad habit of labeling others the moment he meets them. His first impression of an individual is usually his only impression of a person.

Good Habits: He takes care to learn the names of those he must interact with on a daily basis. This makes his men more comfortable with him as a leader.

Fear(s): Humans, enslavement

• A B I L I T I E S •

Statistics:

Intelligence: 8/10

Coercion: 4/10

Strategy: 8/10

Hand-to-Hand Combat: 8/10

Guard: 7/10

Movement: 6/10

Mental Resistance: 3/10

Dexterity: 8/10

Strength: 6/10

Constitution: 10/10

Willpower: 8/10

Teamwork: 3/10

Semblance: 8/10

Weapon(s): Hoshi wields a large odachi with black bindings around the hilt and guard. Most often, he only uses this in a non-traditional form on kenpo, using only one hand for his fighting style, and displays tremendous strength by doing so. Still, his sword is not only a blade; built into the blade are a series of disconnects in the sword, where it can disconnect to form an extremely long chain-like whip with small blades interspersed from the actual blade itself. To activate this "setting" on his sword, there is a small trigger mechanism just below the guard.

Training Level: Novice / Apprentice / Expert / Mastery

Semblance: Hoshi's semblance is based around equivalent exchange. His semblance revolves around his ability to his injure his opponent. Using his blade to cut his enemy, Hoshi can then consume the blood he's shed. By doing so, his semblance allows for the injuries inflicted upon himself to be reflected back at the origin of the blood he's ingested. While he is not immortal, this semblance takes an extraordinary amount of aura and focus to even attempt using. Still, it is quite effective in a real fight. The main danger that comes from this is the fact he is not transferring his wounds, and only replicating them on his target. Any wound inflicted on himself will cause damage and pain. Even so, because of the nature of his semblance and the high usage of aura, he has found a way to concentrate aura around wounds and accelerate the regeneration of that area. It takes extreme discipline and focus, and doing this will cause him to tire more quickly. This semblance is essentially a double edged sword.

Training Level: Novice / Apprentice / Expert / Mastery

• R E L A T I O N S H I P S •

Parents:Alaska Ipomoea (Father, Deceased),December Ipomoea (Mother, Deceased)

Sibling(s): Alice Ipomoea (Sister, Unknown)

Relative(s): N/A

Children: N/A

Best Friend(s): N/A

Friend(s): Adam Taurus

Master: Angelica St. Claire

Partner: N/A

Team: N/A

Love Interest: TBA

• Q U O T E S •

"I will return to this place, Angelica. I will hope you do not still rule when I do— I won't hesitate to end your wretched life if you do."

"Humans are beyond cruel creatures. I don't actively seek to end them, but it is a bonus if it will further Adam's goals."

• D I S C L A I M E R S •

I do not own Sephiroth (Final Fantasy) or the concept of RWBY. I only own the concept of Hoshi Ipomoea.

#about muse #rwby oc #hoshi ipomoea

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