ooc. So sorry I rp aoba more on discord than I do on here . I poke in from time to time but if u want consistency … write w me on discord lololol

#dmmd - 'Time to know me, don't you think?'

ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍ 『 ɪ 』 sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ? 💧 #PersonaRP | #MVRP 💧 Written by #AzunaFrost

❝SHE IS THE ONE NAMED SAILOR MOON.❝ ››› usagi tsukino. also known as the pretty guardian sailor moon. mainly crystal/manga portrayal with elements from the 90's anime. set post-stars/cosmos arc. a roleplay account set in the sailor moon verse. another muse of #pαѕтelpαlleтeѕ.

Howdy! After debating for a while, I made an 18+ #DMMd discord for my fannish needs. If you want a relaxed space to fandom with other non-antis about DMMd (and, to a lesser extent, any of the games published by #NitroChiral), I'd be happy to have you! 🔗 discord.gg/8BWr5muyy5

🧠 ✩ timeless classics

( Of course he’d passed—he’d spent his adolescence mired in conflicts with other youths. Muscle memory was a universal language, though Wataru was fortunate that instinct had been ‘catch’ and not ‘shove’. ) Like I need you to test something like that! ( Though he tolerates the embrace. For now. )

🧠 ☆ waoba is so back

H-hey! hey—wait—! ( Exceedingly far too late. He can’t help but catch the other as he collapses into him. Aoba sighs in exasperation, but keeps them both steady. ) Seriously… you can’t just throw yourself onto people!

🧠 ☆ umm… st… starter call ? Starter call if they work like that lol

( … it feels like an eternity since he’s last seen @maskotraumereii.bsky.social . Aaah… so even a guy like him can end up in a place like this! )

🧠 ☆ hello Bluesky nation. I’m so sorry I check this account like a neglectful mother once every 6 years. I don’t really rp anymore but if I were to, I wouldn’t be going back to twitter. I do not love the idea of my writing being used for AI lmao

Yaaaawn. Slow day at the shop, fingers rapidly twirling a pen between them.

( itatatatata. What a pain. His tongue caught between his teeth while he haphazardly bandages himself in an alleyway. Oozing, split knuckles; it's almost nostalgic while motionless men were scattered around his feet (not by Scrap, mercifully—silenced by fists, their chests still rising.) )

🧠 ☆ i'm so sorry if my writing is rough i havent had a lot of time to read or write lately jhjkdskhj i can feel my rust i'm so sorry

"Sly... you..." Concern lit his gaze immediately, Aoba not hesitating to jerk the other closer by his arm, surveying the litany of bruises. He clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing before he tossed a glance over his shoulder, scanning the encroaching alleyways for any thugs worth kicking. "... who?"

... ah? ( Aoba's tone carried gentle surprise. Then, tangible relief. He settled the chopsticks down, approaching to gingerly brush his fingers through where the nerves in Sly's hair were weakest. ) ... that's good then! ( A smile followed, warm and breaking the prior nagging tone. )

“Oh… if you say so.” Aoba drummed his fingers against his thigh while they waited, quietly at a loss for what to say next. It was a useless endeavor. He never knew how to speak to Noiz—some unknowable gap between them.

His back feels like a spindle unwinding, fingers knitted together and held aloft while he arches back like a cat. A sound slips past him (exorcism of exhaustion). Stars crown the night sky and he stands outside of Heibon, exhaling for good measure. Long day, quiet day; he likes routine.

🧠 ☆ sorry for the lack of writing I went on two trips two weekends in a row I'm so tired my brain is mush... aoba wait 4 me...

No, /no./ ( The second 'no' was delivered with greater conviction, chopsticks jabbed in a pointed gesture mid-air. ) Like I said, she's not a bad person or anything. Part of being an adult is getting used to all kinds of personalities.

There was the ambient hiss of meat cooking, steam sliding past the wooden panels of the stand. People pushed past them, some precariously balancing towers of food only to stop at another shop. Aoba turned to regard Noiz, dubious and bewildered as to how the other didn't know much of the food.

( leaning over Heibon's counter. It's Friday and the shop is slow. ) ... one last push~ ( murmuring that to himself as if he has any exciting weekend plans which aren't spending time with his dog or grandmother. )

Sorta. She gets really particular about things that... ( 'Don't matter.' It hung in the air between them. Instead, he broke out a pair of chopsticks and stirred the leftovers before piling some into his mouth. At the counter. Granny wasn't around to yell at him about manners. )

Aoba had parted his lips to offer a litany of suggestions—prepared to recite the various dishes offered by signs like a culinary book report. It was with some relief that he sighed, partially glad that Noiz's eye had been caught by the same thing (unaware it was a matter of indulgence).

/ ok updated my layout and made a pinned (i think?) gn

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↳ ✦ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄 ; H O L Y . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ ̖́- Aoba Seragaki from DMMD ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ ̖́- Written by Haju ; she/her ; 21+ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ ̖́- NSFW / MVRP / DMMD

/ i love bluesky i get on here for riley and noiz-mun then i LEAVE.

It's not just any old woman. Miss Yoshie isn't a bad person but... ( He was immediately serving himself leftovers. ) I can deal with Granny, y'know? It makes sense to me, but Miss Yoshie is more... ( 'Hysterical', Ren finished in the distance. Aoba winced. ) Yeah, that.

"Before I decide," he stilled, steps hesitant while his gaze traced one of the stalls with interest, "is there anything you're in the mood for?" The one which captivated Aoba most was a brilliant, crimson affair: proudly bearing the name of the owner scrawled in haphazard, black ink.

Ah! That's good. ( He moved towards the stairs, still quietly frazzled. ) Seriously, I can't believe it... I promised Miss Yoshie that I'd help her with something. She's gonna be pissed next time I see her.

Language was generous in the ways it could tell another to fuck off, to leave, to not be so burdensome. Aoba knew that much well and employed it liberally. But he was forgiving in his own way—paradoxically optimistic despite his harsh way of speaking.

Neon-stained streets lit the spaces between them. Aoba, with his bag carefully slung over his shoulder, considering Noiz and the question of company—if company would have been a useful vice to indulge in. Aoba, too, glanced off towards the side, tongue shifting to find a reply.

It was a kneejerk reaction on Aoba's part—some passive reflex to lecture, to guide. Always stirred by Noiz. Aoba exhaled, amused, some part of him surprised that Noiz had endured as much of it as he had. "Yeah, yeah. Why are you out, anyways?"

Haaah, that's embarrassing 💨 ( He swings his legs over the side of the bed to properly stand. ) Did you have dinner yet?

N-nine?! ( He shot upright properly, panicking while tying his hair back. ) That's the whole day!

"Aaah? Some of us go to bed at a normal time, you know. That sort of thing is important when you're an adult." That did not mean Aoba was good at waking up early, however.

"Or to sleep at a decent hour." An ultimately toothless retort, in the end.

Guess not. ( One final groan resounded from a longstanding stretch. ) What time is it anyways?

You seem like a guy who's more nocturnal, anyways.

Still, I had things I wanted to do~ What a waste 💨

( streeetchiiiiing!! ) Ah... I slept in too much 💨