#dakota;

[illusionxwrites]

open to all muse: dakota "koda" mcdermott, shy and inexperienced

"yes, that is what i said." koda's voice was small, nervous, wringing her hands together. "i want you to take my virginity." her voice came out clearer this time, forcing herself to look her friend in their eyes. "i'm sick of waiting for the right person. you're my friend and i trust you and you're... probably really good at it."

[nyota-sungura]

@karasx | Starter; 

            There wasn’t much to be said right now, the usually carefree and kind patisserie was looking like he was two steps shy of committing murder as he sat behind the counter and watched the recording of the shop’s surveillance cameras from a few days prior. His sister had said there was nothing to worry about when he’d gotten home from his second job that night but the amount of blooms had told him something serious had happened. Something he’d just discovered and was already beginning to mentally fortify himself over so he could actually go out and hunt those mongrels down. He hadn’t even heard the shop’s bell and only noticed who it was when he saw black strands enter his field of vision. There weren’t many who would lean into his personal space like that and luckily, it was the one he absolutely would not punch on reflex out of the tension in his spine right now. 

“Sorry, Itachi-- I didn’t hear you come in,” he mutters, trying to regain some semblance of his usual warmth and brightness but ultimately; he failed in doing so. If there was one thing about Dakota that couldn’t be changed no matter how much someone tried, it was the absolution in his way of being where it concerned his sister. “We had a robbery a few days ago and Charlie got hurt. She told me not to look at the feed and that she handled it but I couldn’t help myself. I held out for two days y’know? S’not an easy thing to do--” he’s babbling a bit, maybe to try to distract from how absolutely pissed off he was. “Considering murder at the moment.” 

[angelicbonded]

Hunting is a dangerous life. It’s been proven more than once to Claude. Currently, he’s at a bar and dealing with the loss of a close friend. But he’s not dealing with it too well. In fact, anyone paying a bit of attention could notice the dark cloud hanging over him. 

[diannejuarez]

Text to: Dakota

Text: So what’s this I hear about you trying to come between me and Nico?

Text: What have you been saying about me now??

@skaterchickota

[illusionxwrites]

open to anyone plot: inspired by this muse: dakota mcdermott, the beach babe, sweet and naive (see kink list here)

"of course i would do anything for you." eyes wide as she nodded, almost offended by the idea that she wouldn't do anything for them. they were her own personal drug; she'd given everything to them, sometimes with some hesitation, but that hesitation quickly dissipated when they would give her that disappointed look. hands are already unhooking her own bra, now fully nude in front of them. "is it going to hurt?"

[illusionxwrites]

open to all, early 20s muse: dakota ‘koda’ mcdermott, incredibly shy and extremely inexperienced plot: late-night tinder swiping leads to a match between her and her best friend’s sibling

her best friend had fallen asleep ages ago, leaving koda to her own devices. she’d exhausted her various social media apps, stuck in an endless cycle of open, scroll, bored, close until the red logo caught her eye. her friend had made her download it earlier, insisting that it was time koda meet someone special, but they’d only gotten as far as setting up her profile before the two were distracted by something else. mindlessly, koda opened it, swiping left left left on people until a familiar face stopped her - a familiar face that she was pretty sure was just down the hall. it’s a match! the little pop up said, nearly making her drop her phone. was this weird now? ‘can’t sleep either?’ koda quickly typed, hitting send before she could think twice about it. 

[nyota-sungura]

Dakota and Charlie are super dangerous. Not just because of their abilities, nah-- have you seen these two smile? 

They are dangerous.

[nyota-sungura]

@minugahanax [ Akikuni ] | Patisserie ;;

                   “Manjū buns, hmn?” It wasn’t the first time they’ve been requested, he’d sometimes get an older couple who didn’t have the means to make them with their own hands anymore ask for them, but he wasn’t sure which type would suit the stranger before him just yet. Dakota and his sister prided themselves on making sure their clients were happy and that what they had ordered suited them. Be it flora or sweets, the twins never left anyone unsatisfied if they could help it. “Let me see what I can do for ya, sir. You can either come back in about  or have a seat at the bar or lounging area,” he flashed a smile and set to work. Most of the time, people decided it best to leave and get other things done when they came in with a request that hadn’t been prepared but was wanted today, but he never minded when people watched him bake. The patisserie was hardly shy about his work and some people wanted to know his methods to ensure their items were well made.

Unfortunately for this situation, the person before him was strangely mysterious and held no tells that he could obviously see. Nothing beyond the probability that he perhaps liked to be secretive was shown and that made it a bit difficult to make something suited to the other. Humming in thought, he got an idea and was rather quick on the draw. He moved about his work space like a bat out of hell, laying out fresh ingredients and sterile tools in specific areas for easy access. Dakota never slacked off and always had things prepared, gloves on his hands and a smile on his face, he figured why not make more than one or two types of Manjū? ‘ You seem excited, Dakota. Do we have an interesting customer? ‘ The words entered his mind, his sister at her other occupation as she prodded at his thoughts without hesitation. ‘ Kinda, I can’t figure ‘im out, he’s got no tells t’ what he might be preferential to so its gonna be really fun to make somethin’ suited for ‘im. Its Manjū buns. Now quit talkin’ to me and focus missy, you’re a danger when you’re not mindin’ ya feet miss trip. ‘

A silent snicker came from him at his beloved twin’s huff and resignation to his truthful words, his hands never once stopping as he prepped everything and started with the traditional recipe of a plain bun filled with anko. After a few ticking minutes, he’d gone about setting up for traditional Manjū, Sakura Manjū, Ice cream Manjū, and Chestnut Manjū-- making two of each and sticking to the traditional quantity of nine by adding one Chocolate Manjū with Kabocha filling. (Which he habitually shaped into that of a rabbit, given he often made it for grandchildren.)