@notsumi || lyric starter call || FLORENCE + THE MACHINE - MODERATION
“DO I look moderate to you?”
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@notsumi || lyric starter call || FLORENCE + THE MACHINE - MODERATION
“DO I look moderate to you?”
[ WALL ] +[ NIBBLE ] + ❛ you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ? ❜ [ @/kohouri ;; let him love her--- ]
@kohouri / @notsumi;
It’s sudden. The change in tension, the role swap, the reversal of their positions. Elysia always loved to tease Kevin, all those years and years ago, centuries ago even. The sly smile on her face, playfulness all over the place she her trickery would be adored by many or dislike by some. It didn’t matter, she loved them and she loved teasing and she loved all the games and all the plays. Her charms and her smiles were alluring, but there was rarely a moment where she would think her beauty would elicit such a reaction... especially from Kevin. They’ve become closer, so much closer than anyone would’ve thought. She was no MEI, but Kevin didn’t see that neither did he search for someone to ‘replace’ the once beloved; she was Elysia and Kevin held Elysia close, her heart fluttered at the understanding of how closer they’ve become after her finally stopping the push of strength and positivity in the front. Nay, not even that, but concealing the struggles and concerns. She still remembered crying into his chest when she would finally allow herself to confess to all the negative emotions that once plagued her mind and the guilt she experienced upon hearing of the [end] of her beloved Thirteen.
And now? He is so close, her heartbeat raising in its speed as that heart jumps in her chest, hitting against the ribcage and her eyes widen in embarrassed shock. Her elven ears twitch, her hands pinned against the wall with his. Kevin’s intimidating height certainly made countless people feel inferior to him, but he was just Kevin, a young man with once bright dreams and a heavy burden on his shoulders. Did she truly finally hit the weakness of his with her teasing back then, tempting him with her sweetness and teasings now that they’ve become romantic for such a long time. The woman’s cheeks flushed, blood running up to the tips of her ears as she would understand how the tables have turned and how she did not expect him to act upon her teasing. But how handsome he looked like this, looking at her with that gleam in his eyes and it made her understand: Kevin does see her as a woman, as a lady, as a person he wants to be close with, and that thought alone made her feel the shyness finally set in as she would press her lips together as he would bend down to whisper in her ears. The familiar low tone of voice causing her to let out a soft squeak of his name, stuttering so cutely as his colder temperature oozing from his body was a pleasant feel against her warm skin beneath that Herrscher of Human attire.
“Kevin...” She utters sweetly, unable to hold back a much sweeter moan from how she would feel his teeth grace her earlobe and lightly bite down on it. It felt good, it felt too good if she were honest and it made her press her legs together, shutting her eyes to not allow herself to be too loud out of pure embarrassment and shyness. He made her feel something she hadn’t felt in centuries, thousands of years. This physical attraction, this wish to be close, this desire to have him embrace her and claim her as his and his alone now. It did make her remember that she had never done with another man, the only experience of sexual nature being with a tender maiden just like herself and it makes her wonder if he would be fine with it. If he would still accept her, still hold her close, still tease her in this way he does that makes her heart flutter in her chest akin to dove’s wings.
“I love you,” Elysia whispers for him to hear in that sweet and soft tone, borderlining between a mewl and a whisper. His closeness makes her breathe differently, a bit faster as if she ran a marathon and it makes her feel silly. Will he hold this Herrscher close to himself and kiss her without looking away? Even with she were no longer as pristine as she always wanted to be for those to be their hope and their future? It is why when Kevin distances himself and looks at her, Elysia’s eyes shine and sparkle with love and adoration and wish for more ardent passion. The core of hers feels warm and tingly, she was grateful he did not push his knee between her legs or she would’ve been in even more danger, wishing to grind against it to ease that tense sensation down below. Did he find her beautiful and desirable enough to have her? Ah, she wanted him to have her, wholly and fully. “Kiss... me. Please.”
Kiss her and hold her closer, kiss her and let your hands roam over her body, kiss her and whisper her name so passionately.
“Kiss me, Kevin, please.”
Do you regret starting writing? // How do you describe writing / rp to others? // Who is your favorite OC and canon muse? // What’s something you find weird on here? [ mun meme ]
@notsumi
Do you regret starting writing?
Absolutely not. Writing has been my passion and my salvation for years and years. Thanks to it, I’ve met so many of my friends and why I’ve gotten so into like all of my hobbies. I find writing relaxing, fun, something genuinely important to me. Especially now that I try to get out of my traumatized shell with RPC making me believe that strong op women are the worst and they’re are Mary Sues ahaha. It’s a hard process but Zarina made me have a lot more fun in writing compared to how I was before, and I also write Elysia on another blog which is a completely different muse to this one.
How do you describe writing / rp to others?
I describe it as taking characters from each series and just writing as then. Nothing too complicated. Either creating your own world and your own characters to explore our universes or playing a character from a specific fandom. I say that it’s a lot of fun because I get to talk to and meeting quite a lot of awesome and amazing people!
Who is your favorite OC and canon muse?
Well, OC is Zarina, hands down. She’s my pride and joy. I’ve never had the chance to explore a personally created lore and create something from nothing. I think she’s an extremely complicated character and I’m trying my best to showcase this complexity through ramblings, threads, asks, etc. Zarina gave me more confidence and laid-back attitude in terms of writing, but it’s still a massive work in progress for me.
Canon muse… I would say Tamamo no Mae from Fate Extra remains my favorite. I adore her to this day and I miss her dearly as a muse. She’s been my biggest muse for years and I’ve seen so much on her and through her before. Let’s be real, fate fandom can be a toxic plague and I developed a fully personally created background for Tamamo myself which became partially true when the Lostbelts came out. Tamamo walked so Zarina could run, honestly.
I always come back to Neutral Evil muses who pretend to be cute or just pretty while having enormous power behind them. I love their freedom, their selfishness, their complexity, their uniqueness. I also just love the fact that there both hot ladies and they know it. I adore that.
What’s something you find weird on here?
Uh. The constant expectation to explain your mental health when it’s your personal info and you don’t have to do that but somehow tumblr makes you do that even if you have all the rights to not share what’s going on in your life? The fact that you are kind of pressured/expected to give so much information about yourself to the wide public when it’s none of others’ business? Like I’m guilty of doing that as well, I tell about my depression and adhd and anxiety, but the fact that many of us have to write it down in our pinned posts for people to see? Idk. Sounds sketchy a bit. Our mental health is our own and no one should be required to have it on their pinned post. It’s something you can say to your new followers or just mention once in a while. I just feel like some people don’t want to share all of their struggles but tumblr style forced them to. If they want to, it’s all good! But I feel like there are moments when someone doesn’t want to but has peer pressure put on them.
@notsumi || STARTER CALL.
“AH - YOU can come in, Astra.” The hands that had let go of the violin the moment See had heard the door open came back to the instrument, this time to pick it up so they could carefully examine it. It had been quite a while since the last time they had played it, but luckily it seemed to be in good condition as before. “We’re sorry, had we known you were coming we’d greet you properly.” (And they smile, because they always have a smile to offer her.)
"Hey, silly hat!" Tugs on his coat, then hands him a fake white beard and a red pointy hat. "Put this on, smile, and don't ask questions, okay?" [ @ notsumi ;; from vel... ]
@notsumi
SHE IS still talking when he grabs the hat and beard, turning them around to take a better look at them. One might argue that a Santa hat isn’t too different from the one he usually wears... if there’s anyone brave enough to voice that thought out loud. One glance later, Valentino looks down at Velvet and her big, innocent fake grin again. If he still had eyebrows, he’d be rising one right now. “That ain’t the kinda thing you say when you hand someone Santa shit, Vel.” He plucks a fake hair from the beard. “Is this for some Voxtagram stuff?”
💋 [ for velvet !! ;; @ notsumi ]
Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine. || not accepting || @notsumi
WHEN SHE asks for his attention, she never holds back. Valentino thought she was somewhere else, busy with her potions and venomous plants, but he has to rethink his assumptions when he feels a familiar weight jumping on his back. Slender arms lock around his neck and Velvet pulls herself forward with unexpected strength, ignoring every single rule about personal space ever made as she presses her cheek against Valentino’s. (He doesn’t mind. He never did.) A hand rises to cup her face and pulling her away from him just enough for him to move and plant a kiss on her cheek. It might not be enough, but it will hardly surprise him if that’s the case.
She’s always been a little greedy thing.
"Hey, silly-hat! Whaddya think makes a better witch: a hat--- or a cat?" [ from velvet !! ;; @ notsumi ]
@notsumi
"NONE OF ‘em. You can have both of ‘em and still suck as a witch if you can’t make people scream and shit their pants.”
Lady Penelope from the Odyssey by @used_bandaid on Twitter !!