✸ CROWNED

Independent multimuse rp by Niki.

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✸ REGENSIA – a multimuse multifandom roleplay blog featuring characters from One Piece, One Punch Man, Mob Psycho 100, and more!

✸ MUN – written by Niki, 25+, CST

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Hey all!! If you're reading this ilu! Sorry I've been mia lately, just popping by to say that I do intend to come back! Life has been very chaotic and busy as of late and my little downtime and energy I've had in that free time has gone towards my dog and the tiniest amount of art.

I hope to be writing again very soon!! If you like you can shoot a dm and we can chat, or swap discords. I write a bit on there as well, and it's easier on me because I don't feel the need for ✨ aesthetics ✨ and formatting lmao.

Anywhooo stay hydrated, sleep when you're able to, give yourself a hug from me! 💕

[gojuo]

Who is that? A ghost.

JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Fluctuations, Part 2, "揺蕩-弐-"

[kafkicoddities]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

[cuttingcanine]

Clearly this had all been a misunderstanding. Entirely on this man's lack of absorption when a statement had been made.

" I'll repeat myself for the young pup....Lies get me violent."

Subjecting him to teeth was a double-edged punishment for not taking Shi-Long seriously. But if this man who was hired to look tough was going to be an issue, it never bothered the one who was happy enough to sink his fangs deep enough to get to the heart beneath. The officer near perpetually in plainclothes can't rid himself of the taste, even when he drags his top teeth against this tongue, trying to scrape it off.

" I need to know how anyone could pass through a wall."

" You're not so skinny that you could fit through the cracks. So why do you think it's funny jewels are just floating out of display cases?"

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Clearly they weren't on the same page. At first, he hadn't even known the other was a member of law enforcement, an investigator. And by the plain clothes and the fact that he was willing to bite, it was clear as day that he was unconventional as hell. Yoshioka wasn't looking forward to the man sniffing out his less-than-savory past that he had left behind and trying to pin the blame on him.

Giving a soft sigh, the security guard pinched the bridge of his nose, already over being bitten, and more wondering how in the world he could explain this. Hell – it didn't make sense to himself. A ghost had no damn need for jewels and riches, but it had happened nonetheless.

❝ I'm not laughing. ❞

It wasn't that he was trying to crack jokes or pull the guy's leg, hand dropping to instead cross his arms. Best to keep them clear of Shi-Long's general vicinity. But he would stick to the facts without delving into the whole supernatural mumbo jumbo most people refused to buy; it was a lesson he had learned repeatedly over the years the hard way.

❝ I told you what I saw. Anything further than that is just speculation. ❞

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i never know wtf i'm doing, i'm just happy to be here tbh

[muddsludge]

Let’s get one thing straight, Reigen was definitely not blushing.

–It was just all the steam from the various pots of ramen nearby making him warm, not embarrassment as he recieved a tag-teamed, double whammy from a couple of nosy meddlers.

“Okay, okay, enough of that,” he waved the old restaurant proprietress away somewhat rudely as her and Dimple were starting to get a bit too chummy. The lady offered a ‘tsk’ of her own, and sped away, making sure to smack Reigen on the head with her order pad as she rounded back into the kitchen— Reigen’s 'not’ blush deepened.

“Ew don’t call me that,” he made a face as his given name forms on Dimple’s borrowed tongue. The sound of it caused a jumble in his gut that he couldn’t make heads or tails of so he decided to cut that line off before it could become a whole 'thing’.

“And I’ve come with friends before, she’s just old and senile, not remembering right. Not like you’re one to talk, you’re literally an evil spirit shaped like a floating booger.”

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As troublesome as mischievous older people could be, they tended to be a great source of entertainment and gossip as well. No doubt this woman that was serving them just full of years of sass and witty comebacks. Dimple made a note to come around later some other time and listen in on a slow day to see if there was anything really juicy. Chuckling softly, he just watched the conman's face darken in embarrassment, barely able to hold back on the urge to make it worse. Well, he'd never claim to be one to resist his own little indulgences.

❝ I don't think you should call the person serving your food old and senile, ❞ the ghost pointed out with a smirk and raised brow. The smirk widened to a harmless-seeming grin, elbow upon the counter as he had turned in the stool a bit to more face Reigen.

❝ Besides – make that an evil spirit that's saved your ass multiple times now. Aren't you an ungrateful one? ❞ A hand reached up to just tickle at the other man's ear and gently pinch at a lobe, knowing it'd just annoy him. Now he knew he'd have to add using Reigen's given name to that arsenal. ❝ You're just all flustered at being caught having no social life. Not like it was any real secret – I've seen your apartment, Arataka. ❞

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@bxtonpxss / Opacho said . . .

Curious child is curious. Opacho lightly pokes a few times at the green ghost's bright red cheek, wondering why the spirit appeared the way it did.

❝ Oi oi, hands off. Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to do that? ❞ A hand had appeared, outstretched to slap the kid's offending hand away. Children who could see ghosts tended to be precocious in a word, and this one seemed particularly young.

[cosmicdreamt]

"How does that even work by the way?" And it's a question she knows she'll probably regret but that curiosity's gonna get the best of her. "Like, sure it's your spirit or whatever but it's still his body. Won't he have some type of like physical memory when it comes to foods and feelings and things like that?"

"Like I can't imagine there being absolutely zero muscle memory at all." She pauses. "What's your game, anyway? Like sure you'll get free food now, but let's say..." She huffs even entertaining the thought, because of course it means an indirect confession, but alas. "...let's say we do end up a thing. You know that's gonna put limits on what you'll be able to do, right? Isn't that an inconvenience for you?"

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❝ I dunno, he'll probably feel just like... full. It's a sliding scale, really, the stuff we share when it comes to possession. ❞

It wasn't the easiest to explain to someone who hadn't experienced it for themselves – and frankly, Yoshioka was a unique situation for the ghost as well. Non-psychics and the like were easier to possess when unconscious or in shock, but Yoshioka consented, and after so long did the connection they shared feel simply different.

❝ That just means you're gonna be seeing me around a little more, ❞ Dimple snickered, mostly meaning to tease Nefeloma. He didn't want to chase her off outright, knowing her and Yoshioka had some sort of thing for each other, even if the latter was in apparent denial.

Of course he'd give them privacy if they ended up becoming an item.

❝ Don't act like I haven't found other meat suits before. This one's just my favorite. Besides, all I need a body to do is just beat people up interact with some people and enjoy some food. ❞

[youandme-and]

Yoshi really kept it together well, despite being awfully noisy compared to the old days. Maybe it was really him; no one else had their head on straight to handle a very, very disturbing situation. In reality, he was terrified.Ghosts were usually the last thing he dealt with, in the wee hours of the morning, thinking over the bloody regrets he’d made in times past. But you didn’t make a successful kill by being scared or thinking about how your friend was struggling to hold the unwilling victim down.

The point of the knife dangles there for countless seconds. Why was he hesitating again?

All at once, the blade thrusts into the flesh, cracking through the splintering bone within and stuck into the core of the brain. Unsatisfied the moment those pupils shrink, Tatsu rakes the blade backward. And then forward. “ Think you can try and scare me…!” Something spiteful takes hold of him, and it turns so swiftly into him sawing back and forth into the grey matter of the corpse, the blood sprays before he acknowledges what he’s digging into. From how the mouth begins to ooze, there’s certainly a fair chance that all nerves have been severed, and anything left over in the semi-blended skull was going to be inedible anyhow.So much for cheap dinner .Not that his boss would enjoy an entire pig’s head by herself if it wasn’t dressed up properly. The prep time alone would have taken hours; and now he didn’t even have dinner planned out properly.

“Damn. Waste of Yen.” At least the blade he spent good money sharpening was holding up to warranty. So few things were reliable in this world like a blade. Even a gun chokes up at the worst times.

He turns to the man who’d performed the most important step in this.

“…. You… wanna do it like old times, help me get rid of the body?” The dripping fiasco in front of them was already a crime scene, and the air feels… unpleasant to stand around in. Like something was looming still nearby… taunting his barbaric ways of attacking the problem beyond his understanding.

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Hesitation riddled the tough guy's frame, and though the knife he held remained steady, he still froze nonetheless as the graying swine head thrashed as best it could. textured and thick tongue searching for a victim, teeth gnashing, eyes rolling about. A damn nightmare was what it was, and this guy had some serious balls of steel to just stare at it like that, armed. The hesitation didn't last long anyway.

Dimple kept his hands clear as he held the damn thing in place, Tatsu's knife plunging with precision and expertise, something that shouldn't surprise him. It was different when one harbored a suspicion and then it was proven to be reality. No doubt, this man had once been a certified killer if he was any old friend of Yoshioka's.

Grimacing at the knife grating through splintered bone and petulant flesh, head turned to the side to avoid the splatter of any congealed blood, spitefulness rose in the other man's tone that the ghost could only observe. Hauntings weren't really his own thing, it tended to be pathetic. But this pig seemed to have been just as spiteful in life as the guy cutting through its cranium right now, if not more. Funny how those things worked.

❝ Jeez. ❞ Grumbling a bit at the sight of brain matter all stirred up like the world's most forsaken punch, he pulled his hands away and clapped them off vaguely, nose curled slightly at the clammy, sticky sensation left behind on them. But even he could see it: the haunting of the pig's head had been solved. The methods had been unceremonious and perhaps primitive, but it worked either way.

( Too bad the thing lingered around the apartment. )

Dimple glared up into the air, making a note to wash his hands first and then deal with that later. No doubt Yoshi would raise a fuss if he found out he let some low-grade swine ghost hang around some old pal. Before having the chance, Tatsu had a proposal that made his movements towards the kitchen pause.

❝ Uh... like old times? ❞ Maybe it was dumb to echo the man, eyes darting between the sunglasses and the dismembered head. What the hell did that mean? What the hell exactly did Yoshioka get up to back in his heyday? He glanced aside, determining honesty would be better in this situation, to default upon his own knowledge rather than just let this... farce continue. ❝ Look. Either way, we gotta bury this thing. Put it to rest. You're gonna just have to eat the loss of that yen. ❞ Cheap bastard.

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@chunibyo-x-sorcerer // continued !!

❝ Focus!! Fo-cus ! ❞

The kid had earned the slap and the scolding as far as Dimple considered, though it hadn't gotten him back into the relatively safe zone of actual reality. Hands clapped on the other's shoulders and wheeled him around to face the den of spirits, but he didn't let go. If it wasn't for him being around, no doubt this gung-ho delusional brat would be in there right now, getting his ass handed to him. Even now, the edges of the doorway bristled and wavered with energies and presences that most people couldn't perceive outside of a chill in the air that made the hair on the backs of their necks stand.

❝ You really think it's a great idea, walking into a place like that? They'll eat you alive, kid! This isn't some game, you know! ❞

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let dimple be ur muse's unofficial cool uncle who gets them into trouble but will also bail them out of it

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don't shoot me but I'm finna 1. maybe add another request character and 2. been considering changing icons to just like a border thing per character n make my life easier ...

[spicapica]

Hiii lecture doodle i thought looked cool ok baiii :3c

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Shimazaki is not only hyperaware of his presentation to others (covered in previous hcs) but he's also probably more elegant at using chopsticks or utensils than most sighted people. It wasn't necessarily motivated by the same ideas and insecurities he has regarding looks and how he is perceived, but the fact is that visually impaired and blind individuals are taught to use utensils as extensions of themselves. Yes, they are touch-oriented, but no they won't get all handsy with food and eat like cavemen. It was a skill that took Shimazaki literal years of practice, starting from when he was just barely able to hold those children's cheater chopsticks.

He also fastidiously uses napkins and eats very carefully, aware that if he might accidentally stain his shirt or get food on his face, he could possibly never know, especially if no one tells him. (Plus, he only really prefers to be told by people he considers close otherwise he is pretty much mortified unless he can tell it genuinely is a stranger coming from a good place and trying to be helpful instead of judgemental.)

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@umbrx // I draw ur muse as a warmup

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drop a ❤️ on this post and I'll doodle ur muse as a warmup