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@winguhiro
“ if corrupting myself is enough to put everyone else at ease, then i will gladly take on this job . ”
[ WINGUHIRO ] independent, semi - selective, literate novella, manga based + headcanon influenced, mature themes. TAKAMI KEIGO!
a study in : flightless birds, stolen childhoods, corruption, tragic prodigies, flying too close to the sun.
direwarg : penned by daphne, 18+/MDNI, she/they, multi - muse insta ( LONGCLAWED ), discord ( DIREWOLVED ), personal tags, rules
𝕯𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖓𝖊 ! twenty one + | she /they
#DIREWARG : hub blog. independent. multi muse, multi ship, multi fandom. semi selective. low to medium activity. novella scriptures. potential mature themes.
#SIDEBLOGS : winguhiro / rumunasin / thestrongests / notrueheroes / shadoweavers / lastheros
MUSES ⚘ RULES ⚘ DISCORD
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ( an aesthetics dash game based upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost , do not reblog .
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲 : midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands.
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 : a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes.
𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 : whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential .
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love.
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 : unity, at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy.
𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧 : unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.
“ you can never return home , stormbringer . ”
[ RUMUNASIN ] independent, semi selective, literate novella, forgotten realms / d&d / bg3 based, mature themes, MOL’LARA MIZZRYM !
a study in : leashing the storm within, a loveless mother, creating your own family, devouring your oppressors, defying fate, self fulfilling prophecies, being the chosen one.
direwarg : penned by daphne, 21 + | mdni, she/they, multi muse insta ( longclawed ), mol'lara insta ( rumunasin ), discord ( direwolved ), full information regarding mol'lara below the cut ( until i make her a carrd )
@animangacreators Challenge #31 + Spring 2024: BNHA ✩ Will you save me again, hero? ✩
@winguhiro | Starter (I TOLD YOU)
Sleep, was not something that came to Xenna easily. Most nights she found herself staring up at the ceiling, patiently waiting for the sun come up.
Other nights, she took the risk of a late night walk. Passively she would search for small heartless lurking around. There weren't very many in this world.
Secretly, she wished for danger to present itself. Anything to break up the mind numbing task of paper work.
She wandered through the alleys, with her hands shoved in the pockets of her black hoodie. Her lips curving into a smile when the hair on the back of her neck stood.
Someone was following her.
Good. She took a few more careless turns. Listening to the footsteps as they worked to catch up. Until finally a dead end presented itself.
"Give me your wallet." A voice came from behind, as she investigated the tall walls around them. Maneuvering around this wouldn't be that difficult.
"Hmmmm, And if I don't?" She could feel her body tingling at the anticipation of fighting someone. Especially some jackass trying to mug her.
Keigo was on his normal patrol. It was getting late, which meant he had to be more careful and more observant. His feathers are working diligently to relay information back to him; listening for any signs of trouble. A few blocks away, one of his feathers picked up on a "give me your wallet." Keigo raced to the scene, expecting to see the typical criminal cornering a young lady or a kid. But that was not what he saw.
Criminals were not known for their wits, otherwise they'd choose to do better than petty crimes. But this particular thug must be extra dumb; his chosen target was not someone who looked to be an easy take down. For just a few seconds, Keigo watched from the rooftop.
Before things could get out of hand, Keigo fell stylishly into the alley with the duo. He didn't quite land, noticing how tall the lady was and he wasn't in the mood for looking up at anyone.
"Now, now," Keigo tsked and waved his finger at the attempted-thief as though he was a disappointed mother, then turned his gaze back to the woman, "What have we got here?"
@winguhiro | Starter
"You will be happy to know that i, thE great IZZY. have joined a gym... I even have a stamp card." She flaunts her stamp card at her boss. Its a Parkour Gym.
Specifically the parkour Gym Rima go's to.
“A parkour gym, huh?” he recognizes the name of the gym, but doesn't let it show, “Are you sure you can do parkour? I've watched you trip over your own feet. Multiple times.”
@crimsonskvader sent : "Sir, can we get Emperor Keiko a staff badge?"
Keigo sighs overdramatically, and rolls his eyes playfully. "If I get her a badge, will you actually start working out? Without faking it?"
“ a single person with a single conviction has the power to change the world. there are no true heroes. ”
[ NOTRUEHEROES ] independent, semi - selective, literate novella, manga based + headcanon influenced, mature themes. TODOROKI TOUYA !
a study in : disappointing your father, haunting the narrative, lucifers fall from grace, burning every bridge you cross, ambiguous morals, &&. more
DIREWARG : penned by daphne, 18+/MDNI, she/they, multi - muse insta ( LONGCLAWED ), discord ( DIREWOLVED ), rules
[ @penandswords ] Rima has WANDERED into Hawks agency with a nervous expression. She's carrying something in her hands that's wrapped in some kind of thin paper.
"I um... brought a gift. Its a thank you for helping me the other day." As always her face is flustered, and she CAN'T really look him in the eyes either. It was a painting for him.
Keigo smiled softly at Rima; he was barely looking at the gift. Rima's flustered face was much more interesting to see.
“You didn't have to get me anything...” He trails off as he finally looks at what the gift was; a painting! His grin widened as he took in all the details, “This is amazing! Did you make this?”
Words of Affirmation! Firstly, I LOVE how sweet and welcoming you've been. It has been a blast batting Ideas back and forth with you. Every convo I have had with you has made me laugh or smile in some way. I am so thankful you've taken time out of your day to write with me, and your writing style lets me itch a side of my brain I don't get to wake up very often. You are A Gem, and I'm eager to see how things turn out between our muses.
HOLLERING ?!?! you are so sweet pls ilysm lizzy and i love all of our interactions !!! <333
[ LIVEWIIRED ] independent, semi - selective, literate novella, bnha manga based oc, mature themes, CLYTEMNESTRA, biography, rules
a study in : chaos, weapons of destruction, being born with tragedy in your blood, pyrrhic victories, lady vengeance, turning against everything you've ever known.
DIREWARG: penned by daphne, she/they, 18+, multi muse insta ( LONGCLAWED ), discord ( DIREWOLVED )
If I was able to pay it forward to you, even a little bit... then I'm glad I was born with these filthy wings.
independent & selective multi-media multi-muse featuring KEIGO TAKAMI && RUMI USAGIYAMA from BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA && more! as loved by lys. 26. EST. carrd.
RANDOM GENERATED HEADCANONS !
tagged by : stolen !
tagging : @prismpowa @rigelig @penandswords
Keigo's eyes darkened with raw desire as he took in Ibuki's desperate pleas. His lips curled into a smirk, their words driving him to the brink of madness. The way they laid themselves out for him, the way their body trembled with need, it was a sight that fueled his hunger.
He moved up their body, his lips never leaving their skin as he kissed a path from their core to their chest, Keigo's breath hitched as he heard Ibuki's desperate plea, his own need throbbing with an almost painful intensity.
“Baby girl,” he whispered, his voice husky with need and tenderness, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I want you to know just how much I L-- how much you mean to me.”
He pressed his lips to theirs in a searing kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the fervor of their connection. His hands moved with a mix of gentleness and ferocity, caressing their body as if he were worshipping a divine being.
Positioning himself between their legs, he rubbed the head of his cock against their entrance, he paused, eyes locking onto theirs. He knew he could take them hard and fast, but something deeper pulled at him. He wanted to give them more than just physical pleasure; he wanted to show them the depth of his feelings, the intensity of his feelings. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against theirs in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the heated urgency that had filled the room moments before. He began to press forward, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of their heat enveloping him inch by inch.
A low groan escaped his lips as he filled them completely, his body trembling with the effort to maintain his slow, loving pace. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with affection. “You’re perfect. My perfect, beautiful...”
He hesitated for a second; all these emotions and he didnt even know their name? He supposed it was all fair, they didn't know his name after all.
Keigo began to move, each thrust deep and measured, a blend of tenderness and raw intensity. “I want to ruin you, but in the best way possible,” he breathed, his lips brushing against their ear. “I want to be the only one you think about, the one you crave. No one else, just me.”
His hands explored their body with a reverent touch, one hand cupping their breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak, while the other cradled their face, his thumb brushing over their cheek with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his movements. “You’re mine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their forehead, then their lips. “All mine.”
As he thrust into them, his pace quickened slightly, still loving but with a rough edge that spoke of his desperate need. “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, his voice low. “I love how you feel around me, how you respond to my touch.”
He watched their face closely, wanting to see every reaction from them. He wasn't sure if it was his raging hormones or something different, but there an itch in the back of his brain. As much as he loved hearing them calling him daddy, there was something else he needed to hear. Even if it damned him eternally, even if it sent him through Dantes nine circles of hell. He leaned in to their ear, lips brushing the skin as he spoke.
"Call me Keigo."
the kiss burned their lips, white hot sparks racing from their lips to the tips of their ears, flushing their skin to a bright red. hands found purchase on either side of his head, keeping him locked in this passionate kiss for some lingering moments before he pulled back, leaving them with shuddering breaths and quivering lips. something about him made their heart beat heavy in their chest, left their body wanting more and more. they craved this hero's affections, his presence, his lips -- they craved everything about him.
was it love that drove them? or was it simple carnal desire? they'd rather believe the latter than the former, too scared to admit those kinds of feelings, even to themself. feelings alone were dangerous in the world of villainy, any little thing could be used against you, and knowingly dragging someone into that world...
ibuki moaned against his lips as he filled them, hands moving to his hair to gently grasp feathery blond locks. his thrusts were slow, agonizingly so, leaving the inventor gasping softly against his lips, their hips meeting each thrust inward, " you feel amazing, darling, " they gasped, feeling a hot shiver wash over their spine, their body curving up into him, " you were made for me, yeah? " ibuki shuddered against his lips, capturing them again, fingers tightening their hold onto his hair, as if afraid he may flee, or disappear. if he was truly made for them, they were also made for him. fitting together like the perfect puzzle pieces, snapping into place and completing the picture.
hands moved desperately from his hair to his shoulders, tracing down his biceps and to his forearms, following every curve of his body, of his muscles, the entire time. his thrusts increased, leaving them softly moaning out for him, his touch leaving their head heavy and foggy. his words echoed in their mind, but they couldn't find the words to respond, too busy focused on all the other sensations he was giving to them. the way his cock felt being slowly, rhythmically buried inside of them over and over again, his hands on their breast and cheek, his lips to their forehead, and the way his breath wafted against their burning skin.
" keigo-- " they repeated into his ear, wrapping their arms around his shoulders, nuzzling their face into his neck, just enough that they could still moan and whisper into his ear without anyone outside the room hearing them, " my pretty keigo, " his name tasted beyond delicious on their tongue, sugary sweet with a bitter aftertaste, and it was just for them to say, no one else, " please, keigo, fuck me harder. i-i can't take it anymore, i need it so bad, please-- " they begged desperately against his skin, kissing his shoulder repeatedly before biting down; they sucked on the area, leaving small, purplish bruises in their wake.
Keigo had never wanted as desperately as he wanted Ibuki; it was a deep, aching need that gnawed at him relentlessly. Every time he thought of them, his chest tightened with a mix of longing and desire that was almost painful. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be letting himself fall so completely under their spell, but Ibuki was intoxicating. Their presence was a drug, a sweet poison he couldn’t resist, seeping into his veins and clouding his judgment with a heady mix of lust and adoration.
He felt their fingers grasp his hair, their soft moans echoing against his lips as he filled them with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, intensifying his need for them. Their breathy moans and words each went straight to his cock. Their nails dragging lightly down his back, their body arching into him with each deep, it was almost too much. "You were made for me," he groaned, his lips brushing against their ear, "just like I was made for you. We fit together perfectly, baby."
Keigo's hand on their breast squeezed gently, his thumb circling the sensitive peak as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving deeper into them with each movement. His other hand cupped their cheek, his thumb brushing over their skin with a reverence that was almost holy.
Keigo, the name fell breathlessly from Ibuki, their pleas ignited a fire within him, their lips pressing hot kisses to his shoulder, leaving small, purplish bruises in their wake. He couldn’t resist them, couldn’t deny the pull they had over him. They were his sun and moon, his sin and salvation, his ruin and redemption. If the commission put a bullet in his head tomorrow, he'd only have one regret: not spending more time with the Inventor.
As Ibuki moaned his name again, something inside him snapped. The raw emotion of hearing his true name from their lips overwhelmed him. His thrusts grew more feral, each movement driven by a desperate need to consume and be consumed. He stared down at their face, wanting to memorize how they looked when they said Keigo. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking with the intensity of his feelings. "You drive me insane. I need you so bad, it hurts."
He tried to focus on the pleasure, on the heat of their bodies entwined, but a single tear slipped from his eye, dripping onto Ibuki's cheek. Quickly, he wiped the tear from their cheek and shook his head; Keigo’s heart ached with a mixture of love and desperation. Nobody had ever said his name like that; nobody had even said the name in years. He didn't want them to see his vulnerability, didn't want them to know how deeply he was affected. He nuzzled into their neck, hiding his face, his lips pressing fervent kisses to their skin, trying to distract them from the tear.
He shifted slightly, his hand moving to grasp their breast, kneading the soft flesh as his other hand holding their hip, his thumb brushing over their skin with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his thrusts. "I want you to be mine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their forehead, then their lips. “All mine.”
His heart clenched at the sound of his name on their lips. It was his undoing, the final push that had him on the precipice of coming undone. “I’ll give you everything you need,” he promised, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’ll make you feel so good. Just be mine. Mine.”
WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?
recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!
❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.
