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@shketsu
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 . hey , it’s chip . back at again with yet another blog . this time, it’s an necromancer oc who i love with my whole ass heart . i have verses for d.mc , b.nha , b.leach , ff.xv , as well as many more in the works for this gal ! please hit that ♡ / ♺ if you want / are willing to interact !!!
@shketsu has been and is killing me with this ship
cold as ever. he only furthered his lean against her ( marginally ) when she tried to shoulder him off : oh, she should know by now. even if he was working closely with endeavor, he wasn’t here ... all the time. every day, yes, but not the whole shift ! ... to be fair, he did always try to find time to visit her desk. it was a nice break, even if he wasn’t exerting himself everyday.
“ i might ! ” he rested the side of his head against hers, shutting eyes, “ but every second apart is one i don’t have my super comfortable pillow with me. misery. ” another second of silence before snorting and slowly drawing his lids open again. head kept against her’s while he continued, “ i’m very useful, so useful. just ... not today. ”
not right now, at least. hawks’d go grab her a coffee in a second, but for right now ? he was too comfortable to stand up straight. all joking aside, he eased up on her back and drew his arms a bit for a weird version of a hug while eyes were lazily looking over her work. “ when do you get to leave ? ” he knew she was never truly done work, but he’d drag her away from her desk as soon as she was off the clock : no one should work that hard, but he appreciated / admired, almost, how she did. / @auradays – cont. !
I am an impulsive roleplayer.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 . hey , it’s chip . back at again with yet another blog . this time, it’s an necromancer oc who i love with my whole ass heart . i have verses for d.mc , b.nha , b.leach , ff.xv , as well as many more in the works for this gal ! please hit that ♡ / ♺ if you want / are willing to interact !!!
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 . hey , it’s chip . back at again with yet another blog . this time, it’s an necromancer oc who i love with my whole ass heart . i have verses for d.mc , b.nha , b.leach , ff.xv , as well as many more in the works for this gal ! please hit that ♡ / ♺ if you want / are willing to interact !!!
𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 , 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 .
ind . sel . priv . necromancer oc . conjured by chip ––– originally dra/gon a/ge main verse , now fandomless !
renji is awkward. not always! but enough for it to not be totally uncommon. so, there he stands, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands with no idea how it got there. oh! wasn’t that... she seemed familiar. utsushimi...? right? ah, from shiketsu! that’s right! he remembers kiri-kun mentioning her. “hey! ah, utsushimi-san!” he calls, making his way towards her. wait. wait, he didn’t - plan this out, he just... acted. eyes blink, and he holds the flowers out. “... uh — happy white day...?”
utsushimi she was ! nose was buried in her phone, thumbs tacking away at a text with a close friend, emojis being most of them with a shitty meme attached about white day. ( you’d think she’d remember the date / but no, a meme was what reminded her of the “holiday”. ) the call of her name caused her to blink, lookin every direction except for renji’s. … who was he ? she almost definitely never met this boy before in her life. but, hey, this isn’t the first time this has happened : one could convince camie she met a stranger and just forgot, it was that easy. another blink when her honey golden eyes set on the flowers. who is this ... ? do i, like ... know him ?
mind was quiet. blank, even. but at the extension of the flowers, her pink tinted glossed lips spread in a smile, despite her confusion : it was sweet, he was cute, and the flowers were pretty. what reason did she have to say no ? “ thanks, boo ! ” she tilted her head, gently taking them and looking him over once again. a pause, her big mouth should’ve remained shut for a second longer, but it didn’t. instead, she blurted out, “ you’re a babe. cutest guy i’ve gotten flowers from. thanks, stranger ! ” simple exit, sure. could she have sticked around to get his name instead of calling him stranger ? yes, but she didn’t. camie wanted to take a selfie with the flowers and tell the 100% believable story that a stranger just gave her flowers. / @veiliisms — white day !
you make beautiful dabis
(im glad you think so !!)
late to post on here again ~w~;;
this is just a silly , non - effecting headcanon i have on most of the characters i write, but hawks / seiji / shinsou / camie are all really fucking excellent at taiko / osu .
hawks, being a fucking show off in public
this is just a silly , non - effecting headcanon i have on most of the characters i write, but hawks / seiji / shinsou / camie are all really fucking excellent at taiko / osu .
Denki: hey Uraraka wanna get something to eat ? Ura: yeah okay how about mo- IZUKU’S BACK ! Denki:
RUMI U.
X || @shketsu
eyes are lowered to the ground, anguish clutches her heart. she can’t bring herself to look at him ; at the forced front he insisted on placing between them. long lashes flutter as she squeezes her eyes shut. she wants to be angry, tell him how he shouldn’t have insisted on sending her away from the fight. but, she can’t. her nails digs into the skin of her palms, the pain is a temporary grounding to keep her stationed in the moment. the grunt brings a sigh to her lips and her expression, her posture is stiff. she doesn’t have it in her, she’s tired — sleepless nights until she was allowed past the doctors’ to see him. and when she did, she couldn’t bare to look. the broken image of her friend forever ingrained into the back of her mind. it fueled her rage towards the league but at this very moment, she just wanted to embrace him. heels click against the tiled flooring of the sterile room. arms are thrown around his shoulders, her body lingers an inch from him. a feathered touch to his wings as her white hair falls across her shoulders. a waterfall of silk-threaded locks create a curtain from the world, allowing her this moment to try and push past his jests. ❝ if you dare give up that number two spot to me like this. i’ll bring you back from the dead just to beat you myself. ❞ —— a brittle laugh forced from the back of her throat. rumi might have slapped him on the back, told him to man up and get out of the bed any other time. but at this very moment, she attempted to console herself with his warmth.
" wouldn’t dream of it, ears. ” he sighed out : this was his fault, after all. his ties with the league, his job forced upon him. he got hurt trying to be the hero he was / the hero he thought he was, at least. hawks wouldn’t forget the conversation he had with dabi : BUT IT’S EVEN MORE UNREASONABLE FOR YOU TO THINK THAT I’D JUST TRUST THE NUMBER TWO HERO RIGHT OFF THE BAT. even then, this probably didn’t instill any faith in him. hawks had lied, telling him he had to maintain his image : he didn’t give a damn how he looked, he wanted to save people, but he was stuck working with those backwards fucks under that whittled, damp, disgusting bar––– well, they weren’t in the bar anymore, were they ? hawks didn’t know where they were, all he knew was that rumi didn’t know he was acting as a double agent, that this was planned to put him out of commission for a brief period of time : some plan of theirs, he supposed. everything’s constructed. the arm he could move was wrapped around her in a half - hug attempt. “ you still got a lot to do before you get my spot / a busted bone won’t ensure it, believe me. ” he kept her there for a second, shutting his eyes with a tired sigh. he supposed he had to get this off of his chest at some point. he owed it to her / he couldn’t tell her why, he couldn’t get into it, there was no way she could know his ties with the league, it’d ruin everything. “ i’m sorry. ”
hello all ! my name’s hal. you may know me from my ( numerous ) rwby blogs, but now i’m returning to the kh rpc after many years of absence ( much like the character i’m writing ) ! this is a brand new aqua blog. if you’d like to interact, please ♡ / ♺ !!
“You were the hardest one to leave behind.” || hawks // r-bbithero
“ course i was. ” he remarked ; jaw clenching when shifting on the hospital bed to suppress a groan of pain, instead a short grunt replaced it. number two hero had insisted, demanded she retreat from a fight despite how rough the odds were. shoulder was injured, putting him out of commission for a few days. miruko, one of his closest friends, alone with him in the room after the clean up, the aftermath. “ but y’knew i wasn’t gonna stay buried in the rubble, right ? ” head rested against the wall with a small, tired smirk : “ it’s weird to not see you through a blue film. shit messed up my visor, y’know ? ” he couldn’t be serious / he hated it. hawks would rather suck it up and crack jokes than keep his serious wits about him. ... but he knew when he had to be sincere and when not to be. “ i’ll be back up. this ? ” a point to his damaged elbow, “ nothin’. child’s play. you’re not gettin’ my spot that easy, cottontail. ” / @r-bbithero — askbox clearance !
