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hey !! since these get around faster than promos ( and im too lazy to make one ) please like / reblog this post if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a CHUUYA NAKAHARA from BUNGOU STRAY DOGS anime & manga !! YOU CAN FOLLOW ME HERE , and as always , feel free to hit me up on im or asks if you want to plot or write ! luv ya xx - heather
i’ve decided im gonna take a small break from roleplay as im finding it difficult to get any traction on any of my blogs. idk what it is but i guess im just not that appealing an rper ? idk, either way im not quitting all together i just have to figure smth out cause this has been going on for a while and it’s bringing me down. i might work on revamping my oc but basically rp is now at the back of my mind. if you want to stay in touch though, my personal is @heatherow and if i do decide to work on my oc it’s @dementally. my skype is nerds.king .
K Project Week || Day 2: Blue
↳ Favorite Scene: Yata vs. Fushimi
nurturingflames. ( rikio kamamoto )
a simple n o d was all he could respond with when yata defended his lack of strategy with the controller. immediately, the man could sense that the younger was angry at himself, perhaps at the l o s s where rikio one upped him. dammit. he turned his attention back to the screen as it finished loading, one handing reaching out blindly to find the bag of chips he knew he had s o m e w h e r e near himself. now he felt bad for possibly hurting yata’s feelings. shoving some chips in his mouth, the man glanced over at the pile of games next to the game console, wondering how he could make his friend feel b e t t e r. oh! maybe they could play one of the fighting games– rikio was p r e t t y awful when it came to games that involved fighting another person. he was more of a first-person shooter kinda guy. tongue slid across the pads of his fingers, licking off the chip crumbs before he spoke. “we should play some mk. bet you a bag of chips i could kick your ass.”
he offers a raise of a brow , properly turning his attention to the other for a brief few seconds. a look of disgust falls over his expression as he watched his friend lick crumbs off his fingers , but for the moment he doesn’t say anything , only responding with a small huff as he turns back to the screen to save the game. after that , he manages to get down onto the carpet next to the console and the pile of games in order to retrieve the one that the other wanted to play. ‘ MAYBE if you promise not to get the controller STICKY with your GREASY FINGERS. ‘ with that , he chucks one of the spare controllers over to his friend.
it takes him a moment to get back up onto the sofa , after having started up the game. but he settles back down and waits for the main menu to show up. a single breath of incredulous laughter escapes him at the bet , however. ‘ as if. you couldn’t beat me even if you tried. you’re just asking to lose. ‘
nurturingflames. ( rikio kamamoto )
rikio hovered over the shoulder of the other for a moment, a w i d e grin plastered to his face. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get s o m e sort of small thrill whenever yata was irritated. sure, it often earned him a hit over the head, but in the end, if the shorter male laughed afterwards, it was w o r t h it. rikio reached over, gently plucking the controller from yata’s grip. “watch and learn, yata-san.” tapping the button for a re-try, the screen flashed, taking him back just at the start of the boss fight. the chubby man stared so intently at the images, fingers rapidly and expertly pushing at the controls. teeth sank against bottom lip, his body i n v o l u n t a r i l y leaning in as a sign of concentration. in a matter of minutes, the boss was defeated, bright lettering of ‘success!’ rotating in. rikio let out a small sigh, settling back down. there was always a sense of immense v i c t o r y when beating a boss. brown hues slid to the side before he hastily tried to offer the controller back to his best friend. “you gotta learn strategy, yata-san. you can’t just mash the buttons. b-but hey! like i said, you’re an amazing fighter outside of video games! if it were real life, you’d get through many bosses–”
a small huff escapes him when the controller is pried from his grip , but he offers no form of retort or retaliation. instead his arms come to cross against his stomach ; resting partially upon crossed legs. though a frown remains fixated upon his features , he doesn’t take his eyes from the screen ---- if anything , the stubborn part of him just wants to watch his friend fail and then rub it in his face. but apparently , that wasn’t happening , and instead he just had to watch as the other showed him up. he couldn’t deny that Rikio had succeeded where he himself had previously failed , but that didn’t stop him from getting mad about it ( though it’s aimed more at his own defeat rather than anything else. )
in frustration , he snatches the controller out of his friend’s grip and turned his gaze back to the screen to begin the next level. though whilst it’s loading , he glances at the other from the corner of his eyes. ‘ i’ll mash the DAMN BUTTONS if i WANNA -- that’s my strategy. i’ll still get there eventually ! ‘ a game wasn’t fun once you had to start memorizing combinations , then it was just a memory test rather than enjoyable , there was no skill in that. battles weren’t won through memory , but talent instead.
’ yeah , i could go through you , too. so watch it. ‘
nurturingflames. ( rikio kamamoto )
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“yata-san. that’s not how you defeat that boss. you need to double tap x, then triangle, then circle four times to unleash the secret move. jeez, good thing you aren’t as bad fighting in real life as you are in games.”
' shit. ‘ a frown crosses his expression upon the blinking “ you’re dead ! ” screen’s appearance. though it definitely doesn’t take long for that frown to be replaced by a look of offence when he turns his eyes upon the other. clutching the controller between his hands , he holds a very brief temptation to hit the other with it , but he doesn’t. he’s scoffs , a sound offered alongside a glare , he doesn’t appreciate the backseat gaming.
‘ why don’t you fucking do it then ? i’d like to see YOU do better under pressure. ‘
kajiryo. ( unknown )
BLANK GREY / LIPS TWISTED UPWARDS IN A FROWN. Turning around, his hand heavily placed on top of his hat ( fire licking across his digits ), the pirate shot the unknown figure a considering & indifferent gaze. Ace could feel, nearly taste, the tension thickening the air ( his heart pounding in his chest ) heat already lingering under the surface, threatening to shift skin and bones ; THE FIRE CALLING HIS NAME. Rolling his head slowly to the side, shoulders pulled upwards a bit ( stance arrogant ; self secure ) & the raven let out a short hum & a mocking grin ( fake ; hiding his awareness / a mask to play the fool reckless ) suddenly lit up his face.
❝ I SAID… Get out of my way. You know, that’s something people say if someone just stands around and blocks the path. I have business here. Got a problem with that ? ❞
skateboard rolls back and forth across the concrete beneath his feet while the other talks , the sound of plastic wheels rumbling over the loose pebbles and grit. he’d been very specifically told not to let any ordinary civilians past -- not wanting anyone to get involved that shouldn’t be , nor to have any bystander be hurt. therefore , he wouldn’t move aside for anyone , regardless of how much they were being a jerk about it. dark eyelashes frame narrowed amber eyes , a single lift of the metal bat only for it to drop back down against his shoulder once more. he might have to intimidate the guy into leaving.
‘ your business is gonna have t’wait till we’re done here , got that ? ‘
have i ever said how much i love yata
alatena. ( tatara totsuka )
the pictures are something VERY PRECIOUS to tatara. though he had taken a multiplies of photos in the past years, he sometimes doesn’t feel like he’s taken enough. like he hasn’t gotten all the memories to look back onto one day. for all he knows, in a few years time something could happen that would make having these photo’s all the more important. it didn’t matter to him that he was only in a few, since he’s always taking the pictures, but these photos are his link to the memories. despite NEVER planning on letting anything happen to homra, he was glad he started taking pictures.
the other’s question caused tatara to pause in his look back, fingers pausing on a page as he tilted his head slightly to look at the younger male. still smiling, but expression not really giving away any other emotion as he contemplated the question. it was an interesting thought. there are a lot of memories he has that he would like to go back and redo, or to just relive again. a few of them in this photo book alone. “ hmm. i think it’s a neat idea to have. ” he started, looking back on the album, fingers lightly grazing across the group photo on the page. “ there are a handful of BENEFITS that might come from being able to do that. the ability to go back and just remember why you have a reason to be happy, or keep living. "
” but i also think there could be some faults in that. some memories could be harmful to a person, especially should someone lose an important person to them. they might go back and be engulfed in grief, instead of healing. “
for the moment , he doesn’t drop his eyes from the ceiling , but he is listening. he might enjoy it , being able to pull up all the things from the past that he treasured. it was a little sad to think of a picture or a video like an open door to a memory and not be able to cross the threshold ; only watch through the doorway from a distance. like trying to grasp at water only for it to slip through your fingers back into the river of time. he wanted MORE than that , but he also knew that was impossible. a gentle sigh slips through his lips , and he glances at the other from the corner of his eye.
a hum of thought escapes him. it made sense ---- at least a little. but wasn’t that better than to just forget entirely ? healing didn’t have to mean leaving behind the past altogether. though he supposes there was always the potential to become trapped by it all. it wasn’t far off a reoccurring nightmare in that sense. there’s a brief hesitation from him as he takes it all on board before huffing ; simultaneously sitting up and reaching out to take the photo album from where it rests in the other’s lap. he moves it in front of himself , so he can get a better look at the pictures.
‘ i guess you’re right. ‘ warm eyes gaze over the photo that the album was open upon , though the small frown remains fixated on his expression. ‘ it’s just... what about all those memories you don’t have photos of ? what if we just forgot them all... ? ‘
“Try to keep quiet.. we wouldn’t want to get caught.”
his heart is pounding in his chest , fluttering against his rib - cage as an invasive warmth pulses through him. the tips of his ears and his cheeks redden. in his attempts to formulate a response , he parts his lips , but instead of voicing any words or phrases that he would undoubtedly stumble over , a high pitched whine escapes the back of his throat unintentionally. it’s something he will blame on the movement on the other’s tongue against his skin. after a brief hesitation , he covers his mouth with his own hand ---- out of surprise more than anything else. he knows he’s done the exact opposite of what Saru had suggested , but it wasn’t like he’d meant to. with each attempt to silence himself , a corresponding failure is delivered as a barely muffled gasp or moan. within seconds his hands end up on the sides of the other’s face to push him away a little ( only so he can get a word in without being interrupted. )
a few short breaths are taken before he speaks. ’ y-you ------- you’re the one making it hard to stay quiet. it’s not my fault. ‘
NSFW Sentence Starters ( Smut )
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( I’m late posting for sexual sunday… but enjoy! These are all for sexual/smut role plays, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, it might not be for you! )
“Hey… Can we try something new?” “Ah- not there!” “Is it going to hurt?” “Wait! I… I’ve never done this before.” “Just be still and relax…” “Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” “Are you serious? Here? Now?” “Try to keep quiet.. we wouldn’t want to get caught.” “WOAH- is that going to fit?” “Ouch- that hurts!” “Do you like it? I put it on just for you.” “The rose-petals are a little… much, don’t you think?” “Are you sure you want to do it in the shower- we could slip!” “Kiss me again… Please?” “I like you this close to me… you’re warm.” “Er, am I doing this right?” “I’m not hurting you, am I?” “You smell so nice…” “You’re so intoxicating… I can’t help myself.” “Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?” “Did you BITE me?!” “I… don’t think that’s how it’s done.” “How do we even use this thing?” “This position is killing my back.” “Meh… let’s just watch some Netflix instead.” “… OH- Did I fall asleep? I’m SO sorry!” “Forget the bed… let’s do it right here.” “What if someone sees us?!” “You… want to go all the way?” “You make such adorable sounds.” “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.” “Does this feel good?” “So… you into food-play?” “Tell me if you want me to stop.” “Wait, Wait- I’m not ready!” “Please… don’t stop.” “Your skin feels so soft.” “I want my first time to be with you.” “I don’t like the blindfold… I want to see you!” “Untie me already- I want to touch you!” “You taste so sweet…” “We’ve only got three minutes… let’s do this fast.” “W- …. Did you come already?” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!” “Ah, I feel so embarrassed…” “S-Stop staring at me like that!” “So are we going to do this already or what?” “Stop teasing!” “Hey… do you think we could switch positions this time?” “Please. I need you. Now.” “Wow… you’re easy to rile up.” “I got a WHOOOOLE collection of toys- let’s try em!” “Eh, I’m too lazy tonight… let me bottom.” “HAH- You’re kinda small… it’s cute.” “You’re bigger than I expected.”
i intend to get to drafts at some point, im not dead i promise, i’ve just been suffering over anime combined with this weeks assignment so im not as active as i’d like to be. but it’s fine. soon.
FONDWORD’S EMERGENCY ICON COMMISSIONS!
As some of you may know, I’m currently living the full student life at university by jumping down the poverty line. My student finance does not cover enough for my rent, and whatever money I currently have is put towards that deficit and then food.
I do not get student finance support again until late January. Right now in my bank account i have £15 to pay for food and necessities until this date.
I cannot ask my mother and grandmother for help. They are refusing to help me.
So right now I’m opening emergency commissions to help cover some of my costs! A batch of 100 icons :- £4 / $5 A batch of 250 icons :- £10 / $12 A batch of 500 icons :- £15 / $18
Promos and other graphics can be discussed on a per case basis.
` that person is someone whose life we already couldn’t save ! what kind of god would fail her when given this second chance !? i will bestow upon you a name. my name is bishamonten. take hold of this posthumous name, and bare it in mind. with this name , you will be my servant. when you hear the name and vessel , you will listen to my orders and become shinki. // independent , selective , and exclusive BISHAMONTEN of noragami as written by heather.
