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(The mod would try and rp them As accurate for in the show. But do not worry, the mod is nice but can be very on the logic type!)
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(Mod Is autistic & 20 years old)
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No smoking: I have some Ptsd from childhood about that, Even If a character from here smokes, I really want to avoid doing that here. It makes me uncomfortable and very upset. (You do not wanna know how I feel when those moments show up in the show.. :,))
Smut: This blog could contain nsfw. I can only make an exception if I am really comfortable enough with your muse. But if you straight up ask me I would say it straight that I won’t want to but could be of a half smut, Can be kisses hugs or any touch and flirt, The rp could go on a bit explicit and talk about it
And please for the life Of me, don’t dm me smut stuff it will make me uncomfortable! Just because I am allowing in blog doesn’t mean I don’t mind being sent things like that just like that personally!.
Oc are welcome of course! But I do not welcome of any starting rp if it has copied a story from the show.
No interferring on a rp unless planned (If you still do it, imma have to hide the reblog or straight up ignore it, if the rp is getting side track into that because of the interfering I will stop joining in.)
multiverse rp are fine! Be warned though, I may not gonna know all the things you watch, But I am willing to rp with you
And please please please specify the character you wanted to respond when you are interacting. I can sometimes be able to find out who are you talking to, But sometimes others go way too neutral and simple, so please said who was it for
Also please don’t question about weapon type things, I am not very big on knowledge of it, Even though sometimes the show explain it.. But only a little bit.. So Sadly I won’t gonna know, sorry ^^’
I can be busy; I am either busy working on the blitz blog or outside, I need some time off of this, I sometimes keep some asks that are supposed old. please be patient with me on this.
I Will respect and try to go on with your rules and hopefully you will do as well. If I do not see you not following them, I will stop rp. End of story. And If you tell me of rp you want and I go check your blog But If I don’t ever start a rp, It can be because of you have no rules put in. I don’t want to do anything that seems not to your appealing. Please apply your rules as I apply mine.
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Heart to Heart
As Striker stepped into Crimson's opulent mansion in the Greed ring, he felt a chill creeping up his spine despite the warm interior. The imposing shark bodyguards flanked him, their presence a constant reminder of the power Crimson wielded.
He had been summoned by the imp mafia boss, probably to give him another task.
In the lavish living room, Crimson awaited, his smile oozing with false warmth.
"Ah, Striker, my old friend, welcome! Come in, come in, want something to drink? Something to eat?"
Crimson greeted, his tone unsettlingly cordial.
Suspicion gnawed at Striker's gut. Crimson's overly friendly demeanor felt like a facade, a thinly veiled trap waiting to spring shut. Nevertheless, he played along, feigning a smile of his own.
He did not sit down when offered a chair, nor accepted anything to eat and drink.
"Crimson, good to see you again. What can I do for you?"
Crimson's smile widened, but there was a cruel glint in his eyes that sent shivers down Striker's spine.
"Oh, Striker, it's not what you can do for me. It's what I will do to you."
Confusion flickered across Striker's features. This wasn't what he expected.
"What...?"
Before he could react, Crimson's demeanor shifted, his expression darkening as he signaled to his guards. In an instant, they pounced, seizing Striker and pinning him down with brutal efficiency.
Realization dawned on Striker too late. Crimson hadn't called him here for a job; he'd called him here to settle a score.
Fear and rage clenched at his heart as Crimson's sadistic intentions became clear.
"You washed-up mafioso BASTARD!!"
He hissed, struggling against his captors, and with his tail he actually managed to whip the face of one of them, temporarily blinding him.
He kicked and punched and bit, but the sharks were too many and too heavy.
They took his angelic guns, rope and knife at the door, and he was mentally kicking himself for being so stupid.
Crimson merely chuckled, relishing in his prey's futile attempts at escape.
The mafia boss's calm demeanor belied the storm brewing within him as he approached Striker, cigar smoke swirling around him like a sinister fog.
"You see, Striker," Crimson began, his voice a low, menacing rumble, "You failed me. And in my line of work, failure cannot go unpunished. Your brilliant plan to kidnap Blitz and Fizzarolli, nearly cost me everything."
As the acrid smoke stung Striker's eyes, Crimson's words cut deep, each syllable dripping with venomous disdain.
"One of my best lawyers, gone at the hands of Asmodeus. Half of my men, decimated by Blitz's and that clown's crazy antics. And let's not forget the warehouse debacle. All our resources, all our hard work, reduced to rubble in an instant."
The weight of Crimson's fury bore down on Striker, suffocating him with the realization of the chaos he had wrought. His stomach churned as he braced for Crimson's wrath to come crashing down upon him.
"And now, cowboy..."
Crimson continued, his voice calm and cold.
"You and Blitz will pay for every single problem you've caused me. Every setback, every loss, will be repaid in blood."
"Oooh, I'm trembling in my boots-GAAHH!"
Striker cried out when Crimson put the lit cigar on his cheek, burning him, using him as an ashtray.
"You better tone down that Wrathian arrogance of yours, cowboy."
With a sharp snap of his fingers, Crimson commanded his men to secure Striker, their movements swift and decisive. Striker's protests were futile as they bound his hands and feet, rendering him powerless.
"Take him to the cellar. Let him meet his cellmate."
Crimson ordered while smirking evilly.
As Striker was forcibly taken away, a sense of dread washed over him.
He needed to escape, but how?
As the sharks unceremoniously threw him inside a dark cellar made of concrete and steel, Striker raged against the reinforced door, punching it several times and even leaving a few dents.
"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR ORGANS AND FEED 'EM TO MY HORSE, YOU MISERABLE MOTHERFUCKER!!"
@tangledfate
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Crimson, I believe the other user who called you "thicc" was praising your study build, and complimenting your strength, sense of regal & overseeing presence, and the intimidating yet stimulating degree of "girth" certain assets of yours likely possess.
This is tumblr, we don't body shame here and expect to live.
We celebrate the beauty and horror of that which we encounter with interchangeable revelry.
(they think you're hot dude)
“Oh, Well then I guess i’d give my condolences maybe to them.. I guess I still swing that way..”
Mod: I do not support of body shame at all, And also giving I am actually fat, I only allowed that ask cuz I actually know they were Just playing around.. Whatever this guy says, I do not mean any of it at all. ^^
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Aaahhhhhh gosh, I finally managed to swipe my phone back
Hi. Yeah. So, I’m alright. Still stuck with Charmer for the time being, but alright.
So I, uh, technically don’t have my powers right now? Shard’s still here, but whatever she did is making the actual powers part of the equation manifest on her end as she uses them. And because it’s still technically attached to me, I can still feel it when she uses them— like it would when I use them, but because I’m not the one making them do things it feels. So. Weird.
Don’t think Specs is having the same issue, though— I mean, he’s got other issues regarding his powers getting snatched, but I think that’s just joint pain, not the magic-soul-linkage-whatever that’s factoring into my whole deal.
Seems like we’re stuck with Charmer for the foreseeable future, though. And she keeps talking about dragging us off for… Uh… a ‘makeover day’. Whatever that entails in for her.
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