#rp(reply)

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Betrayal towards the clans: Defiance to the Fujiwara and Oda clans||

Reserved rp with @demonsofoda

It's been such a long time, even among many sorcerers that do their daily missions from time to time. However over time, the missions have gotten more tougher and tougher that one day.....

The highers ups have crossed the line.......

With them, a meeting is held hearing some shouting and arguing among some of the teachers. Even with the students who had no idea what was happening right now. Gojo Satoru was silent to hear this but he was frowning.

"This is outrageous! Why are we arguing about this?! I say we did the right thing!" one of them said yet the others were quiet.

"How do you know? You know what will happen now. After our recent mission request....I figure it wouldn't be hard for the sorcerers to do this." Another said but the rest were quiet.

"Oh sure, given that you old fools crossed the line. From what I remember, you guys were warned and told not to send any sorcerers to the areas of Nagoya city. Yet, here we find out you sent some during the time or for months now? even finding out some of the few members were almost killed and hurt?" Gojo didn't know this but he knew this was a problem.

Yoshinobu Gakuganji frowns when hearing this yet he knew this was not going to be good. "Higher ups you know we swore to the two heads we wouldn't send anyone to their areas....however, now we find out you send some and even-"

"Yes, we know. Blood was shed we know..but we need to prove authority. We seen and heard of how they take care of the violence there and it's unsafe and dangerous. Do you even know we are doing this for a reason?" One said with the others quiet.

".....And I get it but think. This also results to what happened with Suguru. Thanks to you trying to prove something and having him executed almost. You old farts are trying to plan some war against two dangerous heads. What if they find out!? What will they even do?" Gojo knew and remembering the last time the head of Oda and the head of Fujiwara came, they were peaceful but if they found out (He knew they already knew) that sorcerers were crossing their boarders it was not going to be good. It was going to be war.

"We understand that, Gojo....but hear us out. We know our students or your students are strong..maybe.....if might be best to send them out to help us-"

"No."

The higher ups heard but glares. "What did you say?"

"I'm not sending my class out for that. Right now, your going to cause an all out war with the two heads. I even heard you got the other heads from the other clans to help you out. What are you guys planning?" Gojo said even Yoshinobu didn't know this. What were they planning? The higher ups said nothing but sighed.

"We are trying to prove that the two clans are out of control. We will prove that. Even if they come to speak to us, we will demand they listen and follow the rules of sorcerers. If not...we might have no choice.."

"Your going to cause the city to go into ruin!" Gojo said.

"We are going to save the city and the school! Even if we have to do what we need to do! That includes making sure the students follow orders!" One said as Gojo was silent.

"Given we already proven our point......we are demanding peace...even if it means going to war with the two heads. We already sent some sorcerers over..we should be getting a report soon from them.."he said but Gojo knew....the higher ups messed up. Big time. Because he knew The demon king and the Lightning twilight general were not happy.

'These old idiots doomed us....'

[strangerthings4lifers]

johnny knoxville smut….

Too old..?

warnings: p in v, I wrote with age gap in mind but not specifically stated, slight profanity.

Author’s note: Based on the “are you okay?” Interview with Johnny Knoxville.

You and your husband Johnny have been in New York City for the past couple of days, promoting the “Jackass: Last and best” movie. You two had been having a great time so far. You got to watch his interviews, and walk around the city.

While walking one day, he got stopped for a TikTok interview called “Are you okay?” Where the interviewer would ask a few questions and then give them a score of “okay” or “not okay.”

It started off lighthearted, asking about weird fan interactions, but there was one question that upset him a bit. The interviewer asked him about crazy DMs and comments. He replied, saying that he had gotten some mean ones, but he just tried to ignore them.

That’s when she said “I thought that you would’ve said that people were like, horned out..”, surprised at his answer. “That hasn’t happened in years.” He replied, brushing the comment off.

You didn’t think anything about it, but when you got back to the air bnb you were staying at, he started to act a bit off. You noticed, walking into the living room and sitting down on the sofa behind him.

“What’s wrong Johnny..?” You asked softly, and his eyes softened, turning to you. “Oh, it’s nothing sugar..” He replied, but you didn’t believe him one bit. “Really baby, you know you can tell me anything.” He sighed, giving in. “Its just.. I don’t feel like I’m attractive anymore..” he mumbled.

“is this about this stupid interview..?” You inquired gently. “I guess it is. I mean, I’m getting older, I just feel like I’m not hot anymore..”

“Not hot..?” You asked, as if it was ridiculous. “You are the most attractive man I’ve ever seen..” His face lightened. “Really, you mean, I’m not to old..?”

That’s when you make the move, straddling his waist, grinding lightly. “Too old..? Johnny, I can just look at you and I’m wet..” you murmur, hands trailing down to his belt, undoing it.

“You want me to show you just how sexy I think you are..? cause I can think of a lot of ways..” You coo, as you continue to undress him, as well as yourself. He couldn’t say anything, just sitting there like an idiot, but that was your idiot. Your stupid, insanely attractive idiot, completely unaware of how hot he was.

When you sink down onto him you throw your head back in pleasure, each inch standing you further and further into euphoria. He let out a small groan, eyes rolling back. “My man..” you whimper softly, hips beginning to roll as his instinctively buck forward. “Mine.. ah.. s-so sexy..”

You move your hands to his hair, tugging on the silver locks gently. “Baby- I’m gonna-” he whimpered pathetically. God, you loved it when he was like this, all soft and pliant. “Go ahead Johnny.. give it to me..”

When it happens, all you can do is sit there and pant, burying your head in his neck..

“Love you..” he breathes out.

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“pardon,” jeanne-marie sighs. “there’s only so much one can extrapolate from ‘the beaubier’ when there’s two of us.”

“correct,” she leaves it there, fully aware that emma frost certainly knows more than she lets on; while the twins may have been granted seniority in their mentoring ranks, they are by no means at the top of the x-hierarchy — which, in considering of her days as a leading member of the alpha flight, might not be the worst thing in of itself. “for students and peers.”

good thing her hair is covered, because losing her composure early on would be a damn shame — and even if she can control her facial expression, which has remained unwavering in its professional neutrality, her ears are another thing, twitching at the utterance of ‘attitude’, as if aurora is the only one here with issues.

either way, it’s a pointless fight to even consider in the first place, telepaths and all. jeanne-marie supposes getting the hell out of her as soon as possible is her only salvation.

“d’accord, they can enter the counselling center any time, it’s not difficult to find,” this could’ve very well been an e-mail that aurora would’ve responded to just as fast, if not more. “unless there’s a reason why i must hear these referrals directly from you, emma?”

[lt-doberman]

A note was found on the floor of the holding cell.

…

You’re lucky I managed to reduce the charges to a couple thousand dollars and a few months, including parole. Any other person would have you let you rot here for 9 years.

Finley Lucero

Head File and Document Manager of Gotham City Police Department’s Case Management.

“Cops aren’t corruptible my arse. Well, I’ll still have to call the admiral but… it’s nice to have blackmail ‘n me."

Documenting his own highly illegal actions was cute. A very nice gift for Daire saving his life. People searching for gifts for his birthday should take note!

…

God his handwriting was fancy.

———

Finn was being watched.

He lived in Gotham long enough to know when he’d acquired the occasional stalker. Comes with the territory of his job.

Never could have five minutes of peace could he?

As the archivist reached for his key he heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind him. Shit - he usually noticed that sort of thing much sooner, where was his gun—

"Shh, don’t scream. Hurts my ears."

Doberman.

A hand briefly covered his mouth, letting the other smell the sulphuric coat left from active gunfire. Daire was out hunting in Gotham again. Seems the slap on the wrist didn’t keep him away for long.

But perhaps that was his fault for rewarding bad behaviour.

"Miss me?"

(@f1nns-archival-survival )

[thepoet-and-thesoldier]

(continuation of thread 1 and thread 2 :3)

(@ask-johnlaurens)

Laurens practically flew down the stairs, pausing when he got to the bottom. He could see that the room was almost completely bare, with the only notable furniture being a drawer, some chairs, and a table with a candle on it. There were also, of course, green strings (and boxes) everywhere. His working eye immediately locked onto Philip in the corner of the room—who was laying motionless on the floor—and walked over to him.

"Oh god.....Philip..."

Laurens felt a surge of fear overwhelm him, seeing both green tears and blood trailing down his face, which had stained his clothes and the floor with green and dark red splotches. The same green strings on his own wrists were also wrapped around Philip's arms, neck, and legs. However, he was relieved to see that he was still breathing steadily even with the injuries. The deity crouched down and gently moved him into an upright position, shaking him.

"Philip? Please wake up..." He muttered anxiously, moving some of his blood-soaked curls away from his face. "We need to...get you back home. Who— Who knows what happened while...you were missing."

Meanwhile, the hallway that Kali was in grew darker, and a figure appeared around the corner. "ł ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ'VɆ ₭₦Ø₩₦ ɎØɄ ₩ɆⱤɆ ₲Øł₦₲ ₮Ø ₵Ø₥Ɇ ⱠØØ₭ł₦₲. ØⱧ, ฿Ʉ₮ ₩ⱧɆⱤɆ'₴ ɎØɄⱤ Ⱡł₮₮ⱠɆ ₥ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ, Ⱨ₥₥?" Rein questioned, annoyance evident in their voice as they stared at them.

[mythshire]

Send 🗡️ for my muse to walk in on yours holding a bloodied weapon.

[annbragin]

Маски разбиты.

А под треснувшей маской молодого Самоцвета прячется душа страстно желавшая стать пыльной тенью. Стать одним из миллионов невзрачных обитателей Лунных канцелярий.

___

The masks are broken.

And beneath the cracked mask of the young Gem lies a soul that passionately longed to become a dusty shadow. To become one of the millions of inconspicuous inhabitants of the Lunar Chancelleries.

[ulti-shadowmilk-rp-n-ask-blog]

( first rp ask for your blog with bao cookie also am i allowed to leave multiple asks a day )

( this rp is for mystic flour )

You would notice a young child with fluffy hair and a fluffy tail wandering around

(You can do multiple asks and can also reblog too)

Mystic Flour would watch the child silently, slightly curious but not exactly caring much.

"..."