#text replies

[mynameisnotxddcc]

Uhhh Hi?..

Um I'm Pomni? I guess. Well I know. I am Pomni. My name is. I mean. Shit.

Can I start over?

I live in the digital circus.

...Do you know where ragatha is?

OOC: Hullo! Me llamo Dene or Mod. feel free to call me either. I'm runnin this here pomni blog and im gonna be weird about it.

PLEASE INTERACTTTT

i hc pomni uses she/they and that she's pansexual and demiromantic

I also hc that she's touch averse and does not like physical touch so please do NOT touch her without asking. the only person i'll accept it from is Jax, not for funnybunny reasons but because that's her twin gang.

hear ye here ye for i bringeth rules. No heavy cursin'. Tag for spoilers. Any ships are allowed as long they're legal. I don't know any instances they wouldn't be? I guess if you have an OC you wanna ship with feel free to but they better be over 18. Please don't be creepy - I have the right to refuse roleplay with anyone.

I'm mainly looking for funnybunny, ragapom, gummigoo x pomni, and caine X pomni.

Keep it Pg-13, no excessive gore without properly tagging.

I will tag by AU for each roleplay so you can scroll through to find yours. i'm just going to assign it something random.

tags:

#pomnispostin #jester's rambles #pomni rp blog #tadc rp blog #ooc #mod speaks #text replies #roleplay replies

"talking in a #roleplay replies tagged chat", talking in a #text replies tagged chat, ((talking in an ooc/modspeaks tagged chat))

also i'll do red and blue text in the first reply and maybe the next 2 but i really dont wanna be doing allat.

btw mod is turning 18. not 18. minor. please no nsfw. i'm fine with kissy kissy but i will check your age and if you are 20+ i will not engage :-( trust me i want to but that would not be good for either of us.

[ask-mrtenna]

hey everyone (idk if i can ask this so i'll try)

Watercooler.

*(distant screaming can be heard.)

[not-beautiful-just-damned]

The Envelope (Part 2) (NSFW) Dazai x Reader 1261 words

Cold morning. A tentative blue threaded with pale clouds. Mist had gathered in the corners of the windows. The double doors remained closed for now; you still had time to unload the gleaming cups and saucers from the dishwasher. Your manager - Uzumaki’s renowned, veteran barista - passed by the counter. His mouth was pulled to the side as though he was suppressing an uncomfortable smile.

“I, ah… think someone is trying to call you.”

With a wave of his hand he gestured to the lit smartphone which lay, singing idly to itself, nestled between a tray of glasses and the petty cash tin. A leaden weight had settled in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

As you continued stacking the cups within a wall-mounted cupboard the phone’s melody ceased, only to be followed by the sound of a chime. One insistent ping followed another; a flurry of notifications without pause. With a pained sigh, you retrieved your phone. Refusing to scroll back and read the long reel of previous messages, your eyes settled on the most recent.

Not that I want you to rush back of course! It’s only a small fire after all.

There came the rapid tap of your thumbs in reply.

I told you this morning that I’m not coming back until after my shift.

Dropping the device down with a thud, you continued to put cups, glasses and cutlery away, all the while ignoring the series of shrill sounds which rang impatiently from your phone.

“Sounds like someone wants to talk to you,” the café owner observed, unlatching the double doors and releasing a flood of warm light into the long room. Rather than answer, you pretended to search for something in the dishwasher’s cutlery basket.

“Perhaps you ought to answer him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?” you countered, looking up at just the wrong moment. The café manager’s smile was all-knowing. He was a people watcher; an inadvertent gatherer of secrets. He had held his position with quiet pride for many years, unobtrusively pouring coffee as the lives of his customers played out around him.

Lifting a small bag of sugar cubes, you began to refill the ceramic containers on the tables.

“...in any case, if you don’t answer, he might come up here.”

Hesitating, sugar tongs still in hand, you managed a derisive snort. It did not take long for your false bravado to cower upon itself. Thinking better of it, you stalked back to the counter to seize your phone.

I won’t be back til 6. Grab a shower or a coffee or some fresh bandages if you have indeed set fire to yourself - whatever you need, but don’t wait for me to get back. Spare key in the teapot.

The device had hardly touched the surface when its screen glowed in response.

Good to know there’s another spare. I took the key you hid in the sconce. Think I’ll hang onto it ;)

You do that. Think I’ll have the locks changed.

Ah! You’re driving me insane! <3

“Miss?”

“Coming!” you called, relieved by the distraction. A steady queue of customers had formed from the cash register, snaking out into the hallway beyond. Stifling a yawn, you poured coffee into paper cups, adding a dash of milk here; a shot of syrup there. Plastic lids were fastened on in succession. You stretched your arms and arched your aching back. Names were penned on cardboard. The morning rush was always this busy, only to be followed by… silence. There was the respite after the madness. The calm before the storm. Only a visit from your rather irregular regulars could break up the monotony now. The Armed Detectives from the fourth floor, with their wild antics and raucous laughter… You ground your teeth. Not that you were thinking about him though. Not that you were, even now, considering checking your phone for his messages. Too often you had witnessed those poor souls who fell for his superficial charms. They would weep, helpless, struggling to comprehend the reason for his sudden absence. How ignorant they were, never knowing he had already moved on to his next person of interest…

Even as you stood, reasoning so calmly with yourself, your hand was inciting a mutiny against your mind and body. You reached for your phone again.

Ditch work. Tell the boss you have a headache and need to stay in bed ;)

I think he might see through that brilliant scheme?

Cruel mistress! Don’t make me beg :(

This is on you. I’m not making you do anything.

Three little dots danced, taunting, as he crafted his reply. You set the device to one side each time the café owner strode past. It was more than your job’s worth to be caught sending messages to one of your regular customers.

As the manager stooped to clear one of the tables, your phone buzzed irritably.

Don’t pretend. And for the record, I hate being made to wait.

Wait for what exactly? You smiled; it wasn’t like you to behave so coyly but, somehow, his persistence had reeled you in like a spider’s silk.

Seriously? Don’t forget that I’d been trapped behind bars for WEEKS. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you in there. I thought last night was all I needed but holy fuck, I already miss your pussy…

The weight in your stomach shifted. Something sparked, like flint on stone.

It’s 9:28 am! We’ve only just opened.

Well what time does your pussy open? Cause I’m

Heat flooded your cheeks. You felt your pulse beating in your throat; blood roared thunderously in your ears. You looked up - another poorly-timed gesture - to witness Ranpo glance away thoughtfully, his finger tapping his chin. The detective who saw through everything.

You dropped your phone with a clatter.

“I thought the temperature was mild today,” he observed dryly, such was his way of small talk. “Is it hot in here?”

“Yes,” you answered automatically, placing your phone face down before you could read the rest of Dazai’s message. Given the brief glimpse of the words hard scream beg and gag you could only assume it contained some tangible threats. You dusted down your black skirt self-consciously and reached to tighten the fastening in your hair, remembering that you had been forced to wear it loose today. Only its dark curtain, as it swung about the white frill of your collar, could hide the blemishes he had left upon your skin the night before. Incriminating marks which had branded you as his.

“Sorry, I uh- Let me pass you a menu-”

“Sweet curry,” Ranpo declared without pause. “And, not that it’s any of my business, but Dazai thrives on dysfunction. Nothing bores him more than having his own schemes go smoothly. I wouldn’t be so quick to give him the replies he wants.”

You gaped in astonishment. “That’s not- that’s-”

“One doesn’t need ultra deduction to read it in your distracted demeanour; the way you’re repeatedly picking your phone up, cursing to yourself… we’ve seen it all before. It’s the Dazai effect. Not to mention the circles under your eyes, your constant yawning…”

“Plus those hickeys speak for themselves.” Yosano had appeared behind him. “Pour us both a coffee - you look like you need it.”

Ruefully brushing your hair down against your neck, you turned away, poured out two cups and grabbed a blue Ramune from the fridge. What had ever made you think that sleeping with Osamu Dazai would have gone unnoticed by a group of professional detectives?

Part 1 (tw)

[shierak-inavva]

I saw your Rogneto kid fanart of Helena and she's so cute! If you don't mind me asking, if she has a mutant ability, what is it? And is baby two Charles from AoA?

oh gosh aaaaaa first of all thank you so much !!! 😭💛💛💛

second, omg--so helena's design actually ended up changing a little (I mean, she's just a lil baby in the doodle I posted for mom's day if that's the one you mean!!) but !!

her name is helena mae lehnsherr and she looks SO MUCH like rogue in the face, but she's got erik's blue eyes and white hair; in true Magnet Daughter™ fashion she's an absolute force of nature, but her mutant ability is the control and manipulation of light and light energy instead of magnetism or magic like her half sisters.💛 her hero name is gleam when she grows up 😌

baby #2 is ezra jakob lehnsherr, and he's the one who comes out lookin' just like erik but with rogue's green eyes and auburn hair and his mutant abilities are Under Construction™ but his working codename is flashbang right now !!

I don't use baby charles just because I consider my little fan-babies a different continuity--but lil charles has a special place in my heart as a roguneto baby all the same 🥺

[asksavel]

Dig the halo/crown Taiji. So what's your next plan of action now that you have fully experienced all 8 emotions?

"What we've always done! Live life to the fullest."

"..."

[secret-reports]

In the cutscene where Vexen is trying to convince Demyx to help him, he whispers something then says "He wants to atone too. But, he is one of the chosen, so his hands are tied. Hence my actions on his behalf, hence my need for you to act on MY behalf, should all go awry." Any idea who this chosen member from the real organization is, that is working alongside Vexen and Ansem the Wise?

Sorry for the late reply! Yes, I believe it’s Saix.

In KH3′s Secret Report 7, Vexen writes:

“I arose today and decided to walk out to the square, my first outing in some time. Yet my stroll was interrupted when a surprising visitor appeared with an unexpected offer. Though younger than me, he'd risen to become Xemnas's right hand. I accepted his terms and became a Nobody once more—easier to gain access to the old Replica Program that way. Whatever it takes to atone.”

We also see Saix being the one to talk to Vexen when he joins. At the beginning, it seems Saix knew that Vexen would betray the Organization for Ansem the Wise, even though Vexen seems to not be aware of this based on his reports (which is why Vexen pretends to be evil when speaking to Saix- Vexen doesn’t want to be caught). But we know that eventually Vexen realizes this, as he’s the one who tells Demyx, like you said. We also know that Roxas points out to Xemnas that someone else besides Ansem the Wise and Zexion helped get him a vessel. This could very well be Vexen, definitely. But on the off chance that it was Saix specifically who Roxas was talking about, Roxas could have been purposely vague as to avoid Xemnas turning out and killing Saix right then and there.

[mynameisnotxddcc]

Caine's not here to stop me from swearing anymore!

Get hit by a fucking truck!

@spheroid-little-shit

I forgot about the swearing thing.

Well in that case.

You, Bubble, are a nasty ass pervert. go fuck yourself, bitch. I hope you get not-popped... 'cause I think you're into that. which is weird as shit.

[sarcastic-shower-responses]

So is there a shower responses group chat where you guys are just all chaotic together?

If there is, I'm not part of it.