[mokarpblog]

List of main muses

Tokyo Revengers

✦ ・ Hanma Shuji ✦ ・ Draken ✦ ・ Baji Keisuke ✦ ・ Haitani Ran ✦ ・ Shiba Taiju

Haikyuu

✦ ・ Kuroo Tetsurou ✦ ・ Yuu Nishinoya

Jojo's Bizarre adventure

✦ ・ Leone Abbacchio ✦ ・ Kakyoin Noriaki ✦ ・ DIO ✦ ・ Narciso Anasui

[ About me and Rules ]

[monochromaticbeans]

What happens when Rindou realizes he has a crush on you?

(300 words)

Rindou, who gets paired with you for a research paper. You're an excellent student. Rindou, not so much. The teacher assigns you two to work together, hoping your studious habits might wear off on him, knowing they probably won't.

Rindou, who doesn't care about school or grades. He rarely shows up on time, if at all. Homework? Not done. Zero fucks given.

Rindou, who oddly doesn't mind sitting in the library with you for two whole hours. It's too damn quiet and the chair creaks every time he moves. The crease between your eyebrows smooths out when you show him how to cite a reference. It's the first time he's actually listened to instructions.

Rindou, who inexplicably starts showing up on time for class. Every day. Without fail.

Rindou, whose usual teasing remarks die on his tongue before they ever leave his mouth.

Rindou, who watches the door before you walk in. He notices when you're absent before the teacher does.

Rindou, who saves a seat for you. The one right beside his.

Rindou, who then realizes he might like you a little too much. More than he probably should.

Rindou, who gets teased incessantly by Ran for hanging out at the library. Willingly.

Rindou, who catches his mind wandering to you while he's at a Tenjiku meeting. He hasn't heard a single word Izana said.

Rindou, who finds the idea of a crush incredibly annoying and inconvenient.

Rindou, who doesn't want you anywhere near the violence of gangs. His world can be brutal and unforgiving. It's the last place you should ever be.

Rindou, who won't breathe a word about these new feelings towards you. Not even to Ran. Especially not to Ran. It doesn't matter because Ran already connected the dots before Rindou did.

[micheads]

kitty cat scratches

[blackkurooo]

[maenadist]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ manipulation

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mindgames

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ murder

[harushiki]

I actually really want to roleplay violent things. Even a forceful relationship. I don’t mind. I want to roleplay everything. Be it good things or bad things. Throw things at my character, slap them, hug them, kiss them, say mean things about them, anything, really. Make me cry, make me laugh. I really just want to roleplay all kinds of things.

[thecalloffantasy]

Word Upgrades & Adverb Replacements

Not banning adverbs, just helping you avoid the icky ones.

1. Swap the adverb, not the meaning. Instead of: “He whispered angrily.” Try: “He hissed the words between his teeth.”

2. Replace “said” only when it changes tone. Not every line needs flair! But sometimes: • mused (thinking aloud) • snapped (tension) • muttered (quiet frustration) • chirped (bright and quick)

3. Alternatives to ‘almost’ that aren’t icky. Objects: brushing against, bordering, adjacent to Actions: poised to, ready to, about to States: akin to, resembling, not quite Misc: a whisper from, at the cusp of, within reach of

Example: Instead of: “She was almost smiling.” Try: “A smile hovered at the edge of her mouth.”

Punctuation as a Writing Superpower

Punctuation is mood.

1. Em-dash = drama or interruption. “The decision — reckless as it was — already felt final.”

2. Semicolon = linked thoughts. “The storm hammered the walls; inside, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.”

3. Colon = emphasis or explanation. “He wanted only one thing: answers.”

4. Ellipses = hesitation or fading thoughts. “I thought I saw someone behind the shed, but…”

5. Intentional fragments = emotional punch. “The letter fell from her hands. Silence. Then breathing. Then panic.”

[jupitersmegrim]

I get that short writing advice posts like these are meant to be taken with a grain of salt. However, a lot of the points offered are Accidentally Bad Writing Advices that end up converting Simple Prose into Purple Prose. And we don't want that either.

To balance things out, here are a couple of points to consider when using aforementioned advice:

Not all adverbs are bad. Some add layers of meaning (“Killing me softly”), some add tone or humour (She surveyed the blade protruding from his side. “You’ve got a knife stuck in your ribs,” she commented unnecessarily.)

Are the additions necessary? If you can delete words and the meaning remains the same, you might have bloated your writing instead of adding to it. “He whispered angrily.” => “He hissed the the words between his teeth.” ==> “He hissed.”

The Almost-Point has to do with Clarity: if you're using Caveats or Similes (almost, nearly, as if, etc.). If you CAN be clear, be clear. (If you find it hard to get out writing, this is best addressed during the editing + revision process!)

Again, some of OP’s advice is good—if balanced appropriatly. A lot of it has to do with tone and style, and a lot less with actual craft. So I hope my additions can help navigate those ominous rules of writings.

Of course, there's lots more to say, so feel free to add to this!

[monochromaticbeans]

Masterlist:

We Were Fine: A Haitani Brothers Story

How did two brothers come to rely solely upon each other and hold Roppongi in the palms of their hands? Based on my headcanons for their early lives.

Chapter 1

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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Hanma’s eyes glued to Draken’s motions. He keeps pushing his thumb even more until Ken’s teeth are scratching his skin.

"You look so fucking hot like this… shit, we should have done this sooner…"

He pulls his hand away, bringing his own thumb to his mouth to lick the remains of Ken’s taste, and then, he brings that same hand to stroke his own hard on.

"Come on baby…" He lowers his voice, as if he were too embarrassed to hear himself calling him baby. What was that? When he became that cheesy? What will be next? Giggling like a school girl with her crush?

And he snorts at this this thought. Thanks God Draken can’t hear his thoughts.

But yes, it wasn’t the first time Hanma smiled when he talked or thought about Draken.

Hanma presses his hand on the other’s shoulder for a while and then moves his hand to Draken’s face, guiding him to his crotch. Not pushing too harsh, just slowly.

[mokarpblog]

> Starter for @musesofhaikyuu

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The ball returns after hitting the wall, and Nishinoya hits it back. He forgot the keys of the gym. And now he is waiting outside. The buzzing sounds of the cicadas were sounding in a nonstop for the whole day.

Uhg…

Noya swears that he could fill a glass with all the sweat of his shirt… stupid heat wave… but he is warming up before the training, but damnit, would have been better if his dumb head would have not forgotten the keys. He just waits Hinata brings the copy he own.

[mokarpblog]

Anyone up for some Ran/Izana????? 😭😭😭

Here or Discord 💜

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@mokarpblog IS THE BEST TOKYO REV ROLEPLAYER SHE GETS THIS 🏆 AS AN AWARD

[mokarpblog]

I LOVE YOU MORE AND IF IM THE BEST, YOU ARE MY AWARD 💜💜 BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING THE BEST

[corruptedware]

[closed thread] @mokarpblog

draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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"You speak too much," Draken clicked his tongue. "Gotta do something about that."

Draken loses himself in that kiss. He feels feelings flutter inside him and go straight to his cock. He moans and pushes Hanma harder as if that's gonna solve anything. He breaks the kiss and what he sees when he looks down is beautiful. With a breathy and raspy voice Draken says, "You are... hah, you... ugh."

He can't say it. Would rather die than stroke his ego even further. So he immediately gets to the job. He pulls Hanma's pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free.

Draken's mouth waters at the sight of the length and girth. He sucks his lower lip and smirks.

It's teasing at first. Of course. He wouldn't give him what he clearly wants that easily. A kiss on his abdomen, on his thighs, just beside his dick. But never on it.

Hanma's frustration is clear and Draken is having the time of his life. He knows he can't force his mouth there, Draken won't let him. So he has to use his words, "Stop moaning and groaning. You look pathetic. Use your words like a man."

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Hanma lets out a small laughter. Like this. This is how he likes it. Passion with amusement. What’s the point of share a moment with someone if you can’t have fun? His lips smashes Draken’s, hungrily kissing him sometimes, softer seconds after. Gasping low.

Hanma is pushed. And his gold eyes look up to look for the black ones. Hanma’s looking at him in awe, but quickly, he realizes, finding himself too astonished by the beauty at just few inches away from his face. And grins. Happy. Joyful.

He has no time. Draken disappears from his sight flying down across his body, and his eyes follows the figure of the man, letting him do what he pleases. He is not going to stop him. Of course not.

Come on…

Sin lands on Draken’s shoulder.

Do it…

Punishment tugs the shirt up exposing more of his lanky but toned body.

Stop teasing motherfucker…

Hanma bucks his hips upwards looking for more contact. All the cockiness is gone for few seconds when Draken’s mouth is dangerously close to his cock. So close yet so far. And the giggles returns. Softer this time. "C’mon Ken… give me your pretty mouth" Hanma’s hand slides from his shoulder to cup Draken’s chin, pushing his thumb past his lips. "Suck my cock and leave me dry, I’ll let you cum inside my ass if you do~ deal?"

Hanma winks him an eye, pushing his thumb even more and caressing Draken’s tongue with the pad of his finger. So warm, wet, tender, a delight.

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[closed thread] @mokarpblog

draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

[mokarpblog]

That sound, that moan was music for Hanma’s ears. And now, he was aiming to listen again. He continued, delighting himself with Draken’s neck and letting his hand wander on the dragon man’s body, caressing his side…

Until he was pushed back to the floor, Hanma laughs but it gets lost in a pleasured sigh when Draken attacks him, when it’s his flesh the one that it’s now prey to the other’s bites.

"Oh… shit…" His leg wraps Draken’s, and his hand lands automatically on his ass, being the one on the bottom side gives him that benefit, to have his hands free to use for what he wants. "I want to hate you, but you are making it too difficult for me, Ken…" His name slips. Without noticing it. How his movements slowly transform. From anger, from dominance into one's more needy, looking for something more than ‘just being the one in charge in that casual fuck’.

So he tilts his head, kissing what he reaches from that position, Draken’s temple, his dragon. While his hand sneaks between them to unbutton his pants, and slips his hand inside his pants.

Hanma’s fingers don’t have to dive too deep because they soon reach the hard-on, gripping it firmly. "Oh fuck…" That’s big.

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Being called 'Ken' in such a way especially by Hanma did something to him. If the situation wasn't hot enough, hearing Hanma lose his dumb façade was hotter.

Draken wasn't lankly like Hanma. He was built like a wall. And so was his ass. Thick and meaty. And he loved getting it groped by his arch nemesis.

Oh fuck.

The kiss. That fucking kiss. It was more romantic than anything he had ever experienced. Soft and warm. Safe and close. He wanted Hanma to kiss him there again and again and again.

Draken smirks, voice deep and seductive. "I know."

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Hanma’s hand squeezes the handful of Draken’s behind. Fucking hell. This is therapeutic.

Hanma could squeeze Draken’s ass like a stress ball all day long. He keeps rubbing his nose and lips on Draken’s temple. Unconsciously. Unaware of why he’s doing that. Feels nice. Draken’s scent is making him drunk. And the feeling of his hard big dick on his hand is not helping at all. "You don’t know a shit, Ken" Hanma’s cocky voice sounds as a whisper, removing his hand from inside of Ken’s pants, reluctantly releasing his dick, but, taking the back of his neck to smash his lips again on his. "You better keep my mouth busy, either with your mouth or your dick, dragon boy~"

[that-damn-virgo-deactivated2026]

[siennayaps]

How I imagine Geto in the fics

[corruptedware]

[closed thread] @mokarpblog

draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

[mokarpblog]

That sound, that moan was music for Hanma’s ears. And now, he was aiming to listen again. He continued, delighting himself with Draken’s neck and letting his hand wander on the dragon man’s body, caressing his side…

Until he was pushed back to the floor, Hanma laughs but it gets lost in a pleasured sigh when Draken attacks him, when it’s his flesh the one that it’s now prey to the other’s bites.

"Oh… shit…" His leg wraps Draken’s, and his hand lands automatically on his ass, being the one on the bottom side gives him that benefit, to have his hands free to use for what he wants. "I want to hate you, but you are making it too difficult for me, Ken…" His name slips. Without noticing it. How his movements slowly transform. From anger, from dominance into one's more needy, looking for something more than ‘just being the one in charge in that casual fuck’.

So he tilts his head, kissing what he reaches from that position, Draken’s temple, his dragon. While his hand sneaks between them to unbutton his pants, and slips his hand inside his pants.

Hanma’s fingers don’t have to dive too deep because they soon reach the hard-on, gripping it firmly. "Oh fuck…" That’s big.