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SLEEPYOKAI 𓆩♱𓆪 written by decimus, 30+, qpoc, any pronouns, advanced lit. not mutuals only & will not follow back/dead dove material ahead. formerly reddevilmcnt.

OPEN STARTERS. MEMES. WISHLIST. WANTED OPPS.

rules & muses,

#PINNED POST: DO NOT INTERACT.#UPDATED 03.28.2026.

bladesrunner

Ma'am, may I introduce my nephew, Lord Nicholas Devereaux. — Nicholas, we are delighted to make your acquaintance.

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall

#WISHLIST.#THE CLASSIC

elwinioxrph

beauty & the beast, only beast is a werewolf and beauty is a witch, captured by beast to try and free them from their curse.

#WISHLIST.

otherworldlyrps

i wish worldbuilding was more hyped up and coveted in the rpc. i deeply miss building towns with writers and carving out the various settings, from the coffeehouse-bookstore combos to the hole-in-the-wall bars to the neighborhoods, i miss selecting existing cities and depositing characters in there and connecting them as we see fit, hell maybe even with charas from other threads, i miss carefully weaving together universes and forming romantic, platonic, and familial relationships with our charas of varying ages, nationalities/ethnicities/races, socioeconomic statuses, orientations, etc. i miss the variety that worldbuilding and multimuse content brings to the table and i’m not sure why it’s so difficult to find people who have a mutual interest in this 💔 let’s b u i l d

#WISHLIST.#it's definitely been a while

i want friends-to-lovers plots, gib me friends-to-lovers plots where the chemistry is so good but they can't even tell that they're already in love------- and they'd also die before confessing eheheh. m/f or m// please, hit the heart and i will come to you for plotting and faceclaims! c:

#MUN THINGS.#indie rp #indie smut rp

problematiqce

It has never been Yuki's plan to foil the machinations of Team Rocket. It had just… happened. When he first set out on his adventure, Yuki had been so excited to see the whole region and earn his badges. If anything, it had been Team Rocket's fault for getting in his way so often. The first time he had ever run into them was before his first gym challenge. The annoying grunts had blocked his way and told him to shove off. So he had challenged them to a battle. It seemed like the simplest plan and, much to his surprise and theirs, it had worked. It had been a big shock to everyone involved, but it had given Yuki quite a bit of confidence. Maybe that's why he had started to search out the villains any time he hit a new town. Stopping them often helped him train before challenging the gym. Not to mention, people seemed pretty grateful towards him. If he had spent more time thinking it over, maybe he would have realized that he was making enemies in high places. For Yuki, it had all just been a game. Something to pass the time during his travels. He had never realized how much danger he was putting himself in.

It had all come to a head on an isolated route in the Ilex Forest. A few grunts had appeared out of nowhere, easily surrounding him and forcing him into an unexpected battle. There had been too many of them for him to handle. It had been a matter of minutes before Yuki's Pokémon fainted. The boy followed soon after. He had woken up to the feeling of being carried around and a rather mundane conversation about how happy their boss was going to be. The way they talked about the man made him sound intimidating. For the first time since starting on his journey, Yuki was scared. It was made worse by the fact that they had taken his team. When they finally made it to the penthouse, Yuki took some time to glance around the room. He noticed his bag lying on a table far away from where he had been tied up. If he could reach them, then getting out would be easy. Sadly, with his hands bound, it wasn't looking good for him.

Looking up when the door opened, Yuki took notice of the man strolling in. He looked confident. Now he understood what the grunts meant by imposing. His eyes slowly trailed the man, watching as the other walked around the room. He exuded power and confidence. No wonder he was so high up in Team Rocket. "Yuki." He said the name softly, unsure if he should be answering. Swallowing thickly, Yuki scooted back gently. It was entirely pointless to try to hide, but it was instinct. He looked up as the shirtless man approached. His chest was broad and his muscles defined. Yuki wondered what it would feel like to touch a chest like that. Getting lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, Yuki eventually snapped back to reality. "Look, I don't know what you plan on doing, but you should just let me go. I won't even tell an officer about this." He was trying to put up a brave front, but his quivering eyes gave away just how scared he was. His eyes followed the glass up to the other's lips, swallowing thickly as he cowered on the floor. He had no idea what a man like this would do to him, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be good.

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Yuki. Well, the little thing certainly was not a prize capable of compensating for the continued disappearances of either Mewtwo or Suicune, nor was he likely worth the effort required to maintain a captive properly, but Aries possessed a strong suspicion that this had been his subordinates' attempt at softening the sting of recent disappointments. They knew him well enough to understand his tastes, knew he tended to appreciate youth and beauty when it happened to cross his path, though whether or not Yuki would ultimately become a source of amusement remained undecided. Aries was, above all else, a busy man, and the demands of his position consumed such an overwhelming amount of his time and energy that the appetites which had once driven him relentlessly in his younger years had long since been eclipsed by more pressing concerns. There had been a time when desire occupied a much larger place in his life, but those years had gradually given way to ambitions of a different sort, ambitions measured in power, influence, wealth, and the advancement of Giovanni's objectives rather than fleeting physical gratification. Besides, allowing himself certain pleasures often created complications that were far more troublesome than they were rewarding, and Aries despised complications. Consequently, he merely drank from his whiskey and studied the captive over the crystalline rim of his glass, those startling blue eyes resting upon Yuki with an intensity that felt almost like it was carving into skin. The boy truly was pretty, distractingly so, possessing features that bordered on delicate enough to create uncertainty at first glance, and Aries found himself once again recalling that brief moment of confusion earlier when he had not immediately been certain of whom he was looking at. It was an unusual sort of beauty, one that seemed wholly out of place within Team Rocket's world of ambition, violence, and predatory opportunism. When Yuki threatened him with the police, however, the observation dissolved into genuine amusement, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Aries allowed a rough chuckle to escape him, the movement causing his broad frame to shift slightly as he regarded the boy with something like disbelief. The police. Certainly, they could present problems under the right circumstances, but power had a tendency to reach into unexpected places----------- and Team Rocket's influence extended further than most people realized. Some officers remained honest, others did not. Regardless, attention was something he preferred to avoid whenever possible. "I am called Aries, though you probably already knew that," he replied at last, his voice carrying an effortless confidence born from years spent standing at the very center of Team Rocket's most significant operations. Giovanni remained the public face of the organization, but Aries was often the one carrying out its will in the field, negotiating dangerous arrangements, crushing opposition, and ensuring results were delivered. Countless trainers had learned that lesson firsthand, and countless others had simply disappeared after placing themselves on the wrong side of Team Rocket's goals. By now his reputation had spread through portions of Johto and throughout much of Kanto, his name carrying enough weight that it rarely needed introduction.

Setting the glass aside, Aries pushed away from the minibar and began moving toward Yuki with a relaxed confidence that somehow felt more threatening than outright aggression ever could, his gaze trained squarely upon the captive as the boy continued squirming uselessly against his restraints. A quiet click of his tongue followed. "What to do, what to do..." The words emerged more as a private thought than a genuine question, because the reality was that possessing a prisoner represented a considerable inconvenience. Someone had to feed the brat, monitor him, secure his Pokémon, prevent escape attempts, and generally dedicate time and resources toward a problem Aries had little interest in managing personally. His schedule was already crowded enough without adding an unpredictable captive to the list. Then again, there was no pressing reason to make a decision tonight. Perhaps there were ways to extract some usefulness from the situation before deciding the boy's eventual fate. Perhaps there were methods of turning a nuisance into an asset. "As much as it would thrill me to employ my more persuasive methods upon you," he remarked with utterly sarcastic dryness, "I've only just returned from a lengthy journey, and I have neither the patience nor the energy for your theatrics. You're a foolish little kid who should have thought more carefully before crossing paths with men operating on an entirely different level." With that, Aries closed the remaining distance between them and seized the back of Yuki's collar with effortless ease, lifting him upright despite the younger one's protests before guiding him toward the sprawling master suite connected to the penthouse. The luxury afforded to him by years of service was evident everywhere, from the expansive bedroom to the adjoining bath, and it was there that he finally paused, towering over the captive with a presence that seemed to dominate the space itself. Every movement radiated a keen authority, and the absolute certainty that he remained in control of the situation. Turning toward the shower, he adjusted the controls until steam began curling through the room, then glanced back toward Yuki with an expression that revealed very little. "Take off your clothes," he ordered in a thick rasp. "You haven't showered since arriving here, and I refuse to have some filthy brat making a mess of my home." It was a practical decision, or at least that was how Aries chose to frame it. The journey had left him wanting the same thing, and more importantly, it provided an opportunity to observe exactly how cooperative---------- or how troublesome------- his newest problem intended to be.

#ARIES&YUKI.#problematiqce

fearlessmuses

This year was a layer of complexity that Hermione did not even know how to describe. She had her usually high school load which was as simple as breathing for her, but this year had a few bugs she felt needed fixing immediately as they were ruffling her usually smooth existence in the realm of schoolwork. Some unexpected things that were contributing to her unease at this very important sixth year? Harry and this Advanced Potions book he seemed to have discovered in the cupboard, upon arriving late on his first day no less, that had all this odd and obscure writings in it. They were answers, the book was practically – no no – it was cheating. Something that Hermione could not and would not stand for. Not that she had proceeded to turn him in, he was her friend, perhaps her best friend. It was sort of complicated, wasn’t it?

Then there was the odd, and embarrassing layer of romantic life that trickled in at this age. It should be fun, wonderful even like so many books she had read in her summers, not everything was about school. There was pleasure in reading school and other books. Nevertheless, she had been exclusively invited to Slughorn’s club, and thus it seemed she had caught the eye of Cormac. He made her extremely uncomfortable but what was one to do, Ron was galivanting with Lavender Brown in their own gross displays of affection at every turn. Class was like this perfect comfort from all that which was why she was currently explain her answer to Slughorn when Malfoy’s voice proceeded to cut through like a knife.

As Professor Slughorn assured him of his correct response with a gleeful note, Hermione was less amused as her head wiped around to look towards the blonde Slytherin who had interrupted her. She let out a heavy breath as if he had just stabbed her or something before her head spun back around and her cheeks puffed slightly. Oh – bloody – how could he get under skin like that? It wasn’t as if he liked her, he took joy in this, he called her horrid names more times than she would admit. As glass let out and everyone started out she looked towards Malfoy, it just bothered her so much that she could not help herself.

“I didn’t think you liked to speak up, Malfoy, unless with a snippy remark of course.”

sleepyokai

Draco let out a quiet scoff, turning one of the crystal vials between his fingers as afternoon light poured in through the tall leaded windows of the dungeon classroom and cast pale reflections across the rows of glass bottles lining the shelves, the atmosphere rather thick with the mingled scents of dried herbs and crushed roots. Around them, students drifted between workstations at Slughorn's instruction, robes brushing against stone floors worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, voices rising and falling under the vaulted ceiling in an endless murmur. But, somehow, Granger's voice still managed to slice through it all. He lifted his eyes toward her, finding her standing there with that same expression she always wore whenever she believed herself morally or intellectually superior to everyone around her, and something in him recoiled on instinct. "Merlin, Granger," he drawled with an oncoming vicious snarl that always made his keen, pale features more insidious, "you really cannot help yourself, can you?" His fingers tapped idly against the glass vial before he set it back onto the table with a soft click. "I answered a question, that is all. But of course, when the answer isn't coming from you, it becomes a matter of serious importance." His gaze moved briefly toward Slughorn, who was bustling happily around the classroom in one of his ridiculous velvet waistcoats, entirely oblivious to the exchange unfolding a few feet away, before returning to her. "You know, I almost admire it. That absolute certainty that every person in the room is desperate to hear whatever brilliant observation Hermione Granger has prepared for them next." The corner of his mouth twisted upward, though there was nothing pleasant in it. Through the windows behind her he could see only a murky wash of lake water and darkness moving beyond the glass, making the classroom feel even more isolated from the rest of the castle------- it suited his ugly mood rather perfectly. "Then again, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. Slughorn practically worships the ground you walk on. The famous, clever Granger who gets invited to every little gathering because she can recite entire books from memory." His eyes narrowed slightly. "It must be quite an adjustment when someone reminds you that knowing the answer to a potion question doesn't make you the center of the universe." A group of Ravenclaws passed between them carrying ingredients for their next assignment, forcing a brief pause before the flow of students opened again and brought her back into full view. Draco's expression hardened further. "And since we're discussing speaking habits, perhaps you should spend less time worrying about mine and more time worrying about your own. You seem remarkably interested in what I do for someone who supposedly can't stand me. Every time I say something, there you are with a comment ready. Every time I enter a room, there you are glaring as though my mere presence has personally ruined your day. It's almost obsessive." His jaw flexed slightly as he looked away toward the rows of cauldrons simmering across the dungeon, refusing to examine why the sight of her standing there irritated him quite so much.

#DRACO&HERMIONE.#fearlessmuses

His return to base had been rather uneventful, and the news awaiting him upon arrival was not exactly what he had been expecting to hear--------- though, truthfully, he found he cared very little either way. Giovanni was a man who demanded much from his organization, but his vision was the correct vision for any truly ambitious man to possess, and Aries himself had long subscribed to the belief that Pokémon existed to be pushed beyond the limitations that weaker trainers so readily accepted. Most frustrating, however, was the fact that Mewtwo's whereabouts remained unknown, the creature continuing to elude even Team Rocket's considerable resources despite the passage of time. The hunt, naturally, remained ongoing. Team Rocket rarely allowed bygones to remain bygones, particularly where valuable assets were concerned, and eventually Mewtwo would be found, whether it wished to be or not. Until then, there were other pursuits worthy of his attention. Much of his focus lately had settled upon reports concerning Suicune, whose appearances throughout Johto had become difficult to ignore, and although the trail had cooled considerably in recent weeks, it had not yet gone cold. He intended to revisit those regions soon enough. Consequently, when several of his underlings hurried over to inform him, with an excitement they seemed unable to conceal, that they had finally apprehended the troublesome little infiltrator responsible for breaking into Rocket facilities and making a nuisance of himself for months, Aries found his thoughts remaining stubbornly elsewhere. How exactly they had convinced themselves that he would care about some reckless child was beyond him, though the hopeful anticipation lingering in their expressions suggested they expected praise for finally accomplishing a task that ought to have been completed long ago. The weak always seemed desperate for approval, forever searching for some indication that their efforts mattered, and Aries simply lacked both the time and the patience to indulge them.

Instead, he continued toward the private elevator and ascended to the uppermost level of the compound, where his penthouse sprawled across an entire floor----------- a privilege earned not merely through years of loyalty to Giovanni, but through the sort of competence that rendered one indispensable. Team Rocket possessed no shortage of ambitious individuals, but very few consistently produced results, and when Giovanni required something accomplished without excuses, delays, or embarrassing failures, Aries and his team of exceptionally powerful Pokémon were amongst the first resources called upon. He had built a reputation not through theatrics, but through reliability, and there was a certain terror in reliability that brute force alone could never replicate. It was therefore with little expectation that he stepped into the penthouse, only for his attention to snag, however briefly, upon the figure occupying the room. Apparently the grunts had decided it appropriate to leave their captive here of all places. An odd decision. His gaze passed over them once before returning almost immediately, his expression remaining largely unchanged despite the momentary hesitation that followed. For an instant he found himself uncertain whether he was looking at a young boy or a young girl, the stranger possessing features so unexpectedly delicate that the distinction seemed strangely difficult to determine at first glance. Long lashes, soft lines, and an almost unfair sort of beauty sat at odds with the image he had constructed from months of reports detailing break-ins, interference, and repeated acts of defiance against Team Rocket operations. It was only after a second look that he settled upon the former conclusion, though not without lingering briefly upon the realization that the captive was, quite frankly, distractingly pretty. A mildly inconvenient observation, and one he chose not to dwell upon.

Turning away, Aries continued toward his bedroom, shedding his long-sleeved shirt once inside and returning several minutes later with little regard for modesty. Broad brown shoulders, powerful musculature earned through years of training alongside his Pokémon, and the faint gleam of a silver chain resting against dark skin were left exposed under the subdued lighting that filled the penthouse, though he appeared entirely indifferent to the image he presented as he crossed the room and moved toward the bar. Crystal clinked softly against crystal as he poured himself a measure of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the warm light before settling into stillness within the glass. Only then did he finally acknowledge the captive's existence, lifting his gaze over the rim of the drink and allowing those striking blue eyes to move over them once more. There was perhaps the faintest trace of curiosity present now, though boredom was still the dominant emotion, accompanied by the slightly temptation to simply have the troublesome brat disposed of and be done with the matter altogether. "And you are?" he inquired at last, his voice deep and husky as the question drifted lazily between them, sounding less like a genuine request for information and more like a man deciding whether the individual standing before him was worthy of occupying another moment of his attention.

@problematiqce

#ARIES.#problematiqce

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#WANTED OPP.

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#WANTED OPP.

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#WANTED OPP.#princess

The mission was finally, irrevocably complete----------- at least in theory. He knew precisely what he had to do, possessing a cold intelligence and a lethal level of competence that were more than sufficient to see the task through to its bloody end, and perhaps that was what had privately shaken him most. There was no longer any room for the soft cushion of doubt; he knew with a harrowing certainty that he would find a way to repair that cabinet, mending the broken pathway that would deliver the Death Eaters straight to Dumbledore's doorstep. He knew that the Headmaster would die by his wand, a sacrifice he would make for the betterment of his future and, ultimately, the absolute protection of his own blood. He would do anything for his family, anything at all, and so, yes, that pathetic excuse for a wizard would cease to exist, and perhaps then, once the deed was done and the debt paid, Draco's sleep would finally return to its natural state. The Dark Lord would revere him as a true and worthy servant, and though the sheer pressure of that destiny left him breathless and hollowed out, he clung to the belief that this was the only honorable path left for him. It was the future his parents had dreamed of, the path that would redeem his father from the stench of his own failures and protect his mother from the Dark Lord's unpredictable wrath.

Attending class should have been one of the first obligations he discarded, considering he would have no need for a school full of Mudbloods and Blood Traitors once the mission was fulfilled and the world was remade in a darker image. Nonetheless, due to Snape's aggravating and constant prying, he forced himself to show his face every now and again, even going so far as to suffer the presence of that brand-new professor---------- Slughorn. Right. The bumbling, status-obsessed moron who wouldn't even invite Draco into his exclusive little club was now the one tasked with teaching them Advanced Potions. Slughorn ordered the class to begin identifying an assortment of complex brews, a task so elementary Draco could have likely performed it blindfolded, and so he remained at the back of the room, thoughts drifting into a darkly distracted daydream.

He remained in that state of detached apathy until he heard Granger's voice------------ that offensive register that always seemed to grate against his nerves. It was a pity, really, that her blood was so foul; a ruthless ambition like hers would have suited Slytherin House perfectly, but since she was what she was, her very existence served only to irritate him. He felt himself glaring at the back of her head before he could consciously check the impulse, reminded once again that her proximity was the primary reason he loathed being in this classroom. And then, acting on a sudden need to assert dominance, Draco found himself speaking up over her, interruption her explanation just for the petty amusement of it... for the fleeting pleasure of watching her ruffle her feathers and seethe, because didn't all insufferable know-it-alls hate being silenced by their betters?

"It's the Amortentia, Professor," he drawled, cutting through Granger's like a cold snap of winter air.

@fearlessmuses

#DRACO&HERMIONE.#immmm readyyyyy im ready im ready *spongebob voice*#fearlessmuses

thanks to hogwarts legacy, i'm currently very in the mood for some harry potter things. if you'd like to do any of these potential threads, just hit the heart and i will come to you. very open to m/f and m// atm!

dramione or something related with our own versions and faceclaims.

eighth year at hogwarts with lots of post-war healing.

auror x curse-breaker.

professor x student.

fake dating that gets out of hand.

a magical soulmate bond.

head boy/head girl duties forcing two students together.

anonymous pen pals who don't realize they know each other in real life.

rivals in an underground duelling club.

something with the triwizard tournament and me playing a student from durmstrang.

a marriage law plot.

childhood friends who reunite years later at hogwarts.