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theresattrpgforthat · 2 months

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any recommendations for time loop games? or if not anything involving time travel?

thanks :)

THEME: Time Loops

Hello friend! Fear not, I have a good number of time loop and time-loop adjacent games for you!

Project ECCO, by Elliot Davis.

Project ECCO is a game of time travel and cosmic horror—a solo journaling game with a twist. Time travel across the pages of a planner, writing in and marking up the dates based on prompts as you go, ultimately creating an artifact of your travels through time.

You work for the mysterious organization known only as The Agency , tasked with tracking a time-consuming entity throughout an entire year.

In the end, will you destroy the Entity? Do you dare question the Agency? Can you find yourself?

As a solo roleplaying game, Project ECCO is great if you can’t get a group together or if you want more narrative control over your story. This game involves travelling back and forth through time, but there’s also the possibility of ending up in a time loop. You can use different kinds of resolution mechanics to represent different kinds of time-travelling technology, such as a d6, a pack of tarot cards, and a coin.

If you want to listen to a dramatized play of this game, you can listen to the actual play of this as recorded by My First Dungeon!

Reset, by Alfredo Tarancón.

THE END IS NIGH. AGAIN.

You're trapped. But not in a place, exactly, but in a moment. Something terrible is about to happen, and your mission is to prevent it. Unfortunately, every time you try, something goes wrong. Something changes. And you fail. Over and over again. You're caught in a time loop, and the only way out is to prevent the Event. But you're at your breakng point, and you won't be able to endure many more cycles. The human mind isn't prepared for something like this.

How many Resets do you have left before succumbing

WELCOME TO THE LOOP

RESET is a role-playing game in which you play as time travelers who must prevent a terrible Event from taking place. You belong to an organization that has the ability to send a team to Key Moments in history to try to prevent them from occurring. But it's not easy. The technology allows you to create temporal loops that help you decipher the mysteries behind the Events, but there's a limit to the number of times a person can experience the process. If you fail to decipher the events that converge to trigger the Event, your mind will end up being destroyed, as well as your body, jsut another victim of the Event. You can only exit the loop by preventing the Event… or by dying.

Breathless games are great for setting tension, using dwindling resources represented by different-sided dice. These dwindling resources alongside a time loop that can only go on for so many repetitions means that this is likely a good candidate for game groups that want suspense, and high stakes.

Time To Drop, by Marn S.

YOU are a member of a heist crew about to pull off ONE LAST JOB. You and your crew are under the impression that you only have 24 HOURS left with one another - 12 to finalize your preparation, and 12 to pull off the heist itself.

You and your crew are wrong.

You are about to find yourselves trapped in a loop of those same 24 hours, living and reliving them as many times as it takes to identify every complication, refine your plan, and get it right. No one besides your crew will remember the previous loops as clear as day, but make a strong enough impression on someone in one loop and it might carry to the next. What you do here matters. What you do here has to matter, if you ever want to say your final goodbyes and get out of the game for good.

Time to drop. Fuck shit up.

Time To Drop is a GM-less tabletop game where you and your friends take on the roles of a heist crew trapped in a time loop, trying to get their final job right and ride off into the sunset with the goods. You'll use dice and a tarot/oracle deck to determine and overcome Complications such as your Mark, and the Guard of the goods you're after, ally with NPCs, and spend downtime phases working through your feelings about the crew splitting up.

You’re going to need dice and a tarot deck to play this one. Time to Drop combines heist fiction with time loop fiction, putting a series of complications in front of your team that they’ll have to overcome if they want to get away scot-free. If you want an action-packed game with just enough structure to help you get from one point to the next, this might be the game for you.

What’s So Cool About Time Loops? By Max Kämmerer.

“What’s so cool about time loops?” Lots of things, honestly. But what is cool about your time loop? Play to find out! Climb out the trenches of a war. Celebrate a family holiday. Take your final exams. Experience the day a meteor crashes into the city. Play the championship-winning game. Or witness the assassination of a politician. Again, and again, and again…

At least until you manage to break the loop…

To do something in this game, you start with 2d6 and add or subtract dice according to helpful and unhelpful circumstances. Roll an 8 or higher and you succeed! For the GMs, there’s a page of advice as well as a roll table of suggestions as to scenarios that might be taking place or various reasons why the time loop started in the first place.

WSCA games are usually pretty simple, which means that you can make the stakes as big or a small as you like. If your group wants to navigate a small-stakes, everyday complication, you can do that, but you could also use this game to tell a story about highly-trained professionals in a doomsday situation.

Thrown for a Loop, by DMan1198.

Your players live in a highly advanced town filled with brilliant scientists and a state of the art super-collider, that seems to be having an issue. Now the day keeps resetting, and your players are the only ones that seem to be aware of it. Can they find the answer to why the day is resetting, or are they doomed to relive this day forever?

This is a pretty bare-bones document, but the premise is interesting. You are all citizens of a little town, with various roles that may help you figure out how to stop the time loop. The game relies on d100 rolls, so you’ll probably need a couple of d10s and that’s about it.

This is a game for folks who either want to collaboratively create their own town or have the GM come up with a town for the group to explore. The document has the basic rules of how to resove actions and a list of character types, but not much else.

Too O’Clock, by Xander Hinners.

Hey! Have you ever seen a sitcom or cartoon bottle episode where all its wacky hijinks are based on the main character being trapped in a time loop? TOO O'CLOCK is made specifically to model those episodes! You and a friend toss coins to shape your show's antics around the weekly aeso--

Hey! Have you ever seen in a story where a character trapped in a time loop uses their infinite redos to their advantage, to (re-re-re-)try achieving a goal with another character? TOO O'CLOCK is made specifically to model those scenes! You and a friend toss and collect coins to disco--

Hey! Have you ever been stuck repeating your life, trapped for what feels like a trillion seconds, echoing your experience over and over until every detail is etched into your skull and eroded again by its endless tides? I have. It's why I wrote TOO O'CLOCK; part memoir, part warning.

Too O-Clock follows the story of a single character as they try to navigate a time loop, using coins or another binary form of resolution. The story is a collaborative narrative, with the players able to take on different roles at different points. The game has 7 different iterations, with the 7th iteration looking very very different from the 1st. This game is a great candidate for a table that really loves the tactile sensation of moving tokens, flipping coins, and keeping track of stacks to help you map how far you’ve gone.

You Might Also Want to Check Out...

My Time Travel rec post!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg #time loops #time travel

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hsllfirescoopsreblogs · 17 days

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all miguel o’hara stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST 🕷️ OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS 🕷️ 05/11/24

✰ @ichorai (sorry for retagging this one)

✧ snow spider

✶ you were the ice to his fire—and miguel was burning for you.

✰ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

✧ infected

✶ An accident at one of Alchemax’s labs has led to Miguel being briefly contaminated with cA1m - a prototype drug that is meant to calm animals. However it seems to have a very different effect in humans.

✰ @improbable-outset

✧ i’m loving you from a distance but the road is getting longer

✶ It’s been over a year since you split up, but unfortunately for Miguel, things are still taking a toll. Even after going your separate ways, you still have to see each other everyday. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Miguel’s turmoil is taking effect on his performance as Spiderman and his role as a leader. Having you work under him is proving to be harder than he originally thought, especially when you both are put in situations where you’re forced to be together.

✧ meet cute

✶ You didn’t expect the mysterious man that you met at a wedding to change your whole trajectory of the night

✰ @slushycoookie

✧ roleplay date

✶ You and Miguel do some roleplay

✰ @fxllfaiiry

✧ cloud nine

✶ convincing miguel to do the spiderman kiss with you.

✰ @luveline

✧ you haven’t kissed me all day

✶ miguel assumes you're mad when you stop initiating kisses and tries to get back on your good side

✰ @bluesidez

✧ firefighter!miguel part 2

✰ @xbellaxcarolinax

✧ its always been you

✶ Jealous? Jealous? No, absolutely not. (Or the one where Miguel can't admit he's jealous)

✧ futile devices

✶ The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain.

✰ @forever-rogue

✧ grumpy x sunshine

✰ @bruisedboys

✧ baker!reader

✧ shy!reader

✰ @silkscream

✧ I get mean when im nervous (like a bad dog)

✶ you go too far in your defense of miles when you give miguel an ultimatum.

✰ @certainlynotasimp

✧ Civilian!reader headcanons

✰ @spideyheart

✧ not for us

✶ miguel o’hara found the face of the woman he had loved (and lost) in his office, donning a spider suit with a warm cup of coffee in hand for him. he knew there were no second chances, not for the both of you. still, he couldn’t help longing.

✰ @sunflowersteves

✧ secret relationship

✰ @inknopewetrust

✧ webs of opacity

✶ what if Miguel didn’t learn the first time around? What if he keeps jumping to new realities to experience the life he deserved but never got?

✧ convergence

✶ you are recruited to the spider society after conducting a batch of vigilante actions against the men who killed your husband, miguel and well... their leader isn’t like the man you remembered.

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

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swordfright · 1 month

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Tell me about how the structure of the medium impacts the story 🔫

My brother in Christ, prepare yourself for the most boring essay you could possibly imagine. I'm going to over-simplify a few things here for the sake of Getting To The Point, so bear with me.

I think a good starting place is that DSMP is an example of New Media. The go-to definition most folks use is this one: that New Media are stories told via "communication technologies that enable or enhance interaction between users as well as interaction between users and content." In other words, NM is basically this category of stories made up of convergent elements, which satisfy a multimedia requirement, and are heavily reliant on both participatory fan culture and recent advances in technology that allow creators/audiences to communicate with one another instantly.

There's a couple ways you can understand DSMP as a New Media, but as far as I'm concerned, one of the most interesting is prosumption. The term "prosumption" describes a creative situation where a piece of art is being produced (at least in part) by the same people that consume it; they're both audience and creator. DSMP is a really great example of this phenomenon, because A) it's serial and therefore the CCs had ample opportunity to respond to and engage with the audience's reception of their story; and B) because the chat feature allows CCs to interact directly with their audience during roleplay rather than after the fact. These features, among others, kinda set the stage for DSMP to function as a highly prosumptive piece of media.

In particular, the stuff that interests me is the stuff to do with storytelling convention (genre, perspective, etc) and how prosumption turns all that on its head. There are a number of altercations in DSMP canon where the course of the story is altered because of real-time interactions between the CCs and their chat - particularly times when a CC's chat warns them about events happening at the same time elsewhere in the server. In this kind of scenario, the CCs are static, they can't really leave their own stream. Their viewers, on the other hand, are able to jump between streams and talk to each other to figure out what's happening in the overarching story. When this happens, viewers have choices to make: are they going to tell a CC what's going down on the other side of the server? If so, how are viewers going to communicate those events? Viewers are biased, they directly inform CCs, and the information they divulge (as well as how they divulge that info) goes on to influence CCs' actions and thus the events of the story, to some degree. In my opinion, this is a pretty new and exciting way to prosumptively construct a narrative! Media has always been interactive to some extent (especially serial works), but the interaction being live and in real-time is pretty significant in my view because it can exert unique pressures on a narrative.

Speaking of audience choice, that brings me to the next thing I want to yap about: ergodic storytelling, a term that refers to stories “negotiated by processes of choice, discernment, and decision-making.” For reference, a good non-MCYT example of this would be hypertext fiction, because it's generally characterized by the ability of the interactant (that's the reader, in this hypothetical example) to explore material provided by someone else, either as a kind of conceptual landscape (think setting in a video game), or as puzzle pieces that must be put together in order to give the interaction the "big picture" of the story. Basically, with hypertext fiction, there is a core text (the main document that forms the skeleton of the story) and there are multiple hypertexts branching off of the core text - and whether the reader ends up reading those branches, and in what order, inevitably shapes that reader's perception of the whole story.

So here's where it gets tricky. In the case of DSMP, where is the core text located? Is there any one identifiable core text at all? Or is it more appropriate to consider each individual stream or VOD as its own singular core text, with the related Twitch channels and Youtube recommended in the sidebar being "branches"? Alternatively, if the streams and recordings distributed on the server members’ official channels are the central text in the grand hypertext fiction that is DSMP, then can adjacent spaces where audiences do the work of creating and archiving lore be considered their own story branches? I don't have answers to these questions. No one does. That's part of what makes DSMP exciting.

To translate the above quote out of Academia Hellspeak: in an ergodic story, the audience has agency, but the agency enabled and allowed by the text varies in its intensity and mode. Yes, stories told ergodically necessitate choice — and therefore enable agency, turning the reader or viewer into interactant — but that element of choice doesn't always look the same. Some hypertexts are more choice-reliant than others, or are choice-reliant in different ways. So, rather than being a choose-your-own-adventure story, DSMP is more closely analogous to a story where the audience chooses the perspective through which they view plot developments, in addition to having some influence over how plot developments unfold.

(☝️From a 2021 Polygon article, if you think I sound crazy☝️)

The web of choices DSMP presents to viewers is very complex, even compared to other forms of choose-your-own-adventure game. Because each CC approaches the task of story-creation from their own angle (bringing their own narrative baggage to the writers’ room, so to speak), those shifts in perspective this Polygon article describes often also constitute shifts in genre. For instance, cc!Wilbur brought his music production experience and interest in musical theater to the server, cited operas and stage musicals as some of his main inspirations; and accordingly, much of c!Wilbur's most crucial arcs observably draw from those sources. When you watch a c!Wilbur stream, you’re watching a story about statecraft, about revolution, about the triumphs and tragedies of ego that play out during the process of nation-building. On the other hand, cc!Quackity has repeatedly identified Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul as his primary influences; accordingly, his RP character’s story is closer to a piece of gritty prestige television in some places (especially LN series). Unlike with c!Wilbur, a lot of c!Quackity's tension does not revolve around a romanticized fantasy of revolution but around more personal conflicts: securing your place in a new regime, navigating exploitation as both exploited and exploiter, etc. In terms of both plot beats and character arcs, Wilbur and Quackity’s respective storylines embody many of the genre conventions the content creators are working within.

Moreover, a shift in genre often entails a shift in style or mode. Because cc!Wilbur was heavily inspired by musical theater, the presentation style of his character’s storyline is correspondingly both theatrical (i.e. only loosely scripted, nearly always televised live, and improv-heavy) and musical (featuring multiple instances of Wilbur singing in-character ballads and anthems.) On the flipside, Quackity’s streams (especially the later ones, since I'm mostly focusing on Las Nevadas era here) demonstrably mimic the prestige TV shows the CC draws his inspiration from, with lore sessions being pre-recorded rather than televised live, featuring distinctive sonic and visual aesthetics popularized by neo-Western thriller dramas. So, where a piece of media like DSMP is concerned, shifts in perspective entail shifts in genre, which in turn entail pronounced shifts in style. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say it's an entirely new story depending on which character the viewer decides to follow. In that regard, what initially appears to be a single choice (whose perspective to watch a plot event through) has the power to determine a wide array of other elements, as viewers’ responses to the options presented to them will decide the overall tone of the section of the story they're about to watch.

While I think the genre-switching is genuinely super cool, lately I'm a lot more interested in perspective-switching and how it's related to viewer empathy. One side-effect of DSMP being televised live is that yes, you can watch a plot event from 30+ different POVs, but you can't watch every POV live. Typically, you either have to switch between multiple streams, or you need to pick one streamer to watch live and maybe later you'll watch other characters' POVs as you see fit. This has an impact on your perception of how that plot point went down because watching something live feels very different from watching something after-the-fact. I haven't done study on this, so what I'm about to say is mostly conjecture, but I wouldn't be surprised if viewers felt greater empathy for (and greater degrees of kinship with) characters whose POVs they watched live.

The choice of which character to follow also has observable impacts on other kinds of narrative conventions (who is the main character of DSMP? the boring answer is c!Dream because the server's named after him, but the real answer is the protagonist is whoever's POV you watched most of the major plot events through) but to be honest, those questions don't interest me as much.

So, going back to perspective and empathy. I think viewers' reactions to Exile are a really solid way of exemplifying the thing I'm trying to say, so this is the part of the yapping where we gotta bring up the dreaded Exile discourse.

Even though the Exile VODs are available and new viewers can go back and watch them, those viewers experience the Exile arc in a way that is fundamentally different from the experience had by viewers who had to wait in between updates as the videos were being streamed serially in real-time. I would argue that viewers who were “present” during the whole arc noticeably felt the brutality of c!Tommy’s treatment to a greater degree, because the audience was effectively forced to sit in exile alongside Tommy’s character - stewing in anxiety, looking forward to the possibility of appearances from other characters, and living in fear of Dream’s next visit, etc etc. Obviously you could also make this point using c!Dream's time in Pandora as an example, but I'm using Exile here because I've actually seen a lot of fans bring this up when discussing the arc: "people who didn't watch live Don't Get It," "the reason newer fans don't see Exile as scary is because they didn't have to watch it live," that sort of thing. And while I have certain qualms with some of the implications here, I do think these are really fascinating responses! These sorts of responses show that viewers consciously perceive their viewing experience as having been fundamentally different from others' based on a temporal element that's unique to serial fiction!

This instance of a divergence in collective fan experience is an example of choice being rendered unavailable to viewers by virtue of the story’s structure and means of distribution; audience members who happen to accidentally miss streams or who begin following the story after major events have occurred will never be able to engage with and witness those events as LIVE viewers, merely as retrospective ones. They don’t get to make that choice, but they do get to make choices about which perspective (and therefore genre) they get to experience the story through. So it follows that each aspect of DSMP, a semi-ergodic story, can be categorized as either ergodic or non-ergodic, and whether a particular storytelling element is ergodic can change depending on WHEN the viewer began tuning in to the story.

I have a lot more shit to say (shocker) but I'm gonna cap it here for now. Though I do want to add that this is kinda why I have a lot of patience for the crazy diversity of interpretation you tend to get in DSMP fandom. If you took a random sample of fans and asked them what they think of various arcs, characters, and plot events, chances are they would all have fairly different things to say. To me, that's a feature, not a bug. Obviously I have my own opinions, and obviously I do think it's possible for a given interpretation to be "bad," i.e. not grounded in the text - but I have a lot more patience for it here, in a fandom where agreeing on what "the text" EVEN IS presents a challenge. We can't all agree on who the main character is, so I don't ever expect us to agree on more nuanced questions of theme and conflict resolution in the narrative. Again, that's a feature, not a bug. I don't think it was ever possible to reach a consensus with a piece of media like DSMP because of how inextricable the audience is from the story.

#dream smp #tw cc!Wilbur mention #in case anyone wants to avoid that right now for obvious reasons #sorry for yapping for so long but I did warn you #also sorry for letting this sit in my inbox for ages #I got so busy and it was hard finding a spare moment to sit down and collect my thoughts #dsmp exile arc #asks #long post

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atlaculture · 1 year

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Cultural Fashion: Tsemo

Tsemo is a character from the Avatar Legends: The Roleplaying Game Core Book. She is a post-Harmonic Convergence airbender. Her outfit is inspired by the traditional women’s clothing of Bhutan.

Traditional Bhutanese skirts are called kira (དཀྱི་ར) and are characterized by their elaborate designs of diamond shapes and horizontal lines, which Tsemo’s skirt shares. However, the silhouette of Tsemo’s skirt is A-line rather than rectangular. This modification was likely for ease of movement and to add to her overall airbender aesthetic.

Traditional Bhutanese tops are made up of two layers. The first layer is a blouse called a wonju (འོན་འཇུ་), while the second layer is a short jacket called a toego (སྟོད་གོ་). The sleeves of the wonju are folded over the sleeves of the toego to create prominent cuffs. You can also see the collar of the wonju peeking out of the toego as well. Tsemo’s top has both these details, with her blouse being dark brown and her jacket being saffron. Finally, the anklets she wears resemble traditional Bhutanese bangles called dhopchuu (གདོབ་ཅུ).

Overall, Tsemo’s character design might be one of my favorites in the whole franchise. It’s eye-catching yet practical, and the cultural inspiration is spot-on. Bhutan is a mountainous Himalayan nation that practices Tibetan Buddhism, so it’s the perfect source to draw from for an Air Nomad character. Bhutanese architecture is also the basis for the Western Air Temple.

I also have to admit that--- for all the issues I have with the Avatar TTRPG--- the art is fantastic. The style is like the perfect halfway point between the rounded ATLA look and the angular Korra look.

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

https://ko-fi.com/atlaculture

#avatar #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #Air Nomads #I wish they leaned more into the Himalayan aspect of the Air Nomads in Korra #instead of making them all wear weird flying squirrel superhero suits #avatar legends

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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I wanted to talk about Beel being a tool that Luci uses as a Dungeon master. He sits in a throne in his room of pleasure and commands Beel to contort you every which way making sure his sin of gluttony is in absolute full glory as he takes all your pleasure getting you ready for the pain that converges into salacious pleasure that only he can show.

🏃🏻‍♀️💨💨

Nsfw content MDNI

Wait come back!!!! Cuz fuck- CW: reads like dub-con (I think? it’s alright late ‘n my brain isn’t sure rn-) But think of it more like a roleplay scene everything is consensual!!

Lucifer just sitting as regal as a king watching, his face almost completely neutral except for the glint in his eyes as he watches you intently.

And the way Beel moves from one form of pleasured torture to another.

Warming you up, almost lovingly with his fingers and tongue. Before becoming rougher every soft, sweet touch turns hungry as Beel nips and bites a little too hard into your skin.

Pulling you into whatever position he has too and fucking his cock in to you, not caring about your cries of how it’s too much, how you can take anymore and it hurts. Only looking to Lucifer for a signal to stop.

Instead Lucifer merely nods his head an obvious sign to continue.

And always remember “This is what happens when you misbehave….darling.”

#I couldn’t get past Lucifer watching tbh many thots- holy fuck #mail!#obey me!#obey me smut #obey me beel x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me beel smut #obey me lucifer smut #obmswd smut #om! smut #om! lucifer #om! beel #ro rambles

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divinityunleashed · 2 months

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Welcome to the RP Blog of DivinityUnleashed! A multi-fandom story based Roleplay Blog, fans of multiple fandoms and amongst the multiverse can come to witness story telling, hilarity, chaos, dashboard shenanigans and everything in-between!

Built using the foundations of the Neptunia franchise, this blog's characters are focused on an altered version of the Hyperdimension Neptunia franchise's characters and world, with multiple fandoms converging to create a diverse and story-rich environment!

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Formally known as protagneptune!

Male Writer, 18+, Several years of Roleplay Experience!

Multifandom RP & Crossover RP!

Permanent Starter Call!

Open to interactions from anonymous users!

I have a Discord where I store all my world lore and character profiles!

I also am in the process of building a Website for this too!

Majority SFW Content with minor NSFW elements, mostly to do with humour and wits, nothing too major! If anything major does occur, will be marked with #suggestive and any starters on this will start off with the Read More.

Semi-Literate to Literate | Adaptable Writing Style!

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Fun is number one priority here!

No knowledge of Hyperdimension Neptunia or any fandoms represented is required in order to interact with me!

Lore crafter! I write lots of lore and like to make my own spin on things with lots of story arcs! I make lore posts using #divine lore and #divine character profile

If I forget certain threads with people, I am not losing interest! I cannot stress this enough!

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Hit the reblog button to spread me around! It helps out a ton and the more connections we can establish, the more story plots and fun times can be created, both in and out of threads!

Let's have a good time here guys, let's mingle and craft stories that people will love, build a world full of content, twists and turns in every step, and above all else...

To have fun!

#promo post #pinned post #the mun behind the divinity #positive vibes #multifandom rp #multiverse rp #mvrp #crossover rp #crossover #anons welcome #anon asks on #dashboard shenanigans

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overwatchconvergencerp · 1 year

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Unofficial Roster update

I'm happy to announce that the following characters are now unavailable.

Canon Cassidy

Canon Mauga

Thanks to those who have applied! For those interested in any current characters available, please feel free to ask, comment or message us!

- Alex

#overwatch rp #overwatch convergence rp #overwatch roleplay #overwatch #sombra #overwatch moira #overwatch discord rp #overwatch reaper #overwatch lucio

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powerful-niya · 5 months

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— (вσn αppètít.)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Naruto arrives home from a long day at work to a nice five-star meal, juicy and succulent, all for him.

And no, his main course had nothing to do with food in the slightest.

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Transitioning from the vibrant greens of summer to the warm, earthy tones of reds and yellows in autumn provided a vibrant setting for his journey. As he walked, a weariness from the day's events and a building sense of eager anticipation converged within him.

Wearily, Naruto strolled along the leaf-strewn sidewalk as the autumn sun began its gradual descent, casting a gentle, golden hue over the vibrant foliage that adorned Tokyo's streets.

His destination?

Home, where he knew a special someone was eagerly awaiting his return.

His beautiful wife, Hinata Uzumaki.

All day long, Hinata has dominated his thoughts, offering him the strength to endure the demands of his job.

And now, with determination, he was taking steps toward reuniting with her, once again.

Naruto let out a tiresome sigh.

But he couldn't deny how fucking exhausted he was.

His broad shoulders sagged, breath labored, and his mind cloudy, still ensnared by the remnants of his hectic workday.

His blonde, tousled locks swayed to and fro with each step, brushing against his sweat-drenched forehead. His grip on his briefcase handle was firm, causing it to sway in tandem with his stride.

Another weary sigh escaped the lips of the blonde man, which was merely carried away by the gentle afternoon breeze.

Days like this felt like a maelstrom to Naruto, an unending cyclone of chaos and stress, constantly churning him in its turbulent grasp.

From the first blink of dawn, Naruto's day unfurls like a tightly wound coil, each moment springing forth with urgency and pressure. It's as if he's thrust onto a speeding train, hurtling through a terrain of tasks and deadlines.

His days are always the same, continuously following a consistent pattern.

His schedule was just like this:

Naruto experiences, every morning, the dissatisfaction of being woken up by the morning light piercing through his curtains, casting long, probing shadows in his bedroom.

Furthermore, he's jolted twice, next by the jarring ring of his alarm clock breaking the silence, signaling the onset of a new day. It's always a rude awakening for him to be so violently pulled from his peaceful sleep, wrapped in the warm sheets of his bed, and cocooned in the loving embrace of his wife, Hinata.

His bed, combined with the soft, welcoming embrace of his wife's arms, always exerts an irresistible pull, tempting him to stay just a bit longer.

With reluctance, however, Naruto always faces the difficult decision, a big boy decision to tear himself away, knowing that his responsibilities await as he begins another workday. But even so, the warmth of his wife's presence, the affectionate cuddles, kisses, and intimate moments they share during their precious nights always linger, serving as a bittersweet reminder of the comfort he must leave behind.

Day after day, the blonde forces himself out of bed, showers, dresses in his typical formal attire, collects his paperwork to stow in his briefcase, all while trying not to disturb his peacefully sleeping wife. In those moments, she appears serenely beautiful in her most natural state, exhausted from maintaining the house while he's away.

Unable to resist, Naruto finds himself compelled in the routine of leaning in and placing tender kisses on her forehead, whispering, "I'll be back, hime" or "have a good day, my love" before quietly departing.

But, there were times when his days were…

fortunate.

During those times, his wife naturally wakes, catching him in the midst of his bustling mornings, gracing him with her presence.

Whenever she wakes up from her slumber just as he's getting ready for work, Naruto always gets a strong feeling that it's going to be a great day for him.

Hinata was undeniably the sunshine of his morning, and honestly, his entire day.

Typically, on these fortunate days, as Hinata is awake, she offers him a drowsy but much-needed greeting, prepares a small yet delectable breakfast for him to kickstart his day.

She even at times shares a cup of coffee with him, and lastly grants him a swift yet tender moment as he savors the indulgence of kissing her farewell—a promise of their reunion at day's end.

Afterward, he's off.

Unfortunately, though, the daily commute to his workplace frequently saps the small semblance of morning joy he might have felt, given that it (more often than not) turns into a consistently chaotic river of congestion.

Ah, of course!

There's nothing quite like navigating the bustling streets of densely populated Tokyo in the mornings. Good kami, that was one of the city's downsides.

The traffic.

The fucking traffic was a nightmare.

Naruto shuddered upon the recollection.

Nothing but horns blare, and engines roar—a dissonant symphony that truly works Naruto's nerves. It's a constant struggle to navigate through the traffic, aiming to reach work on time without succumbing to road rage.

But arriving at his workplace isn't even better. Not in the least.

Once settled in the privacy of his office, behind his desk, the immediate demands of his job loom large. It's a realm of tasks and impatient adults that can at times make him want to pull his hair out.

The routine of paperwork, the ceaseless hum of computers, and the unending flood of emails threaten to overwhelm him.

The words of the digital realm and the physical one blend together, a swirling storm of information and requests. It's an uphill battle to keep pace, to remain afloat amid the torrent of rapid communication.

Hours rush by in a whirlwind, meetings and memos blurring together like gusts of wind threatening to throw Naruto off balance. It's an unyielding onslaught, which always leaves him feeling weathered and drained.

The minutes slip away like sand through his fingers, each one a missed chance for respite.

Anticipation for his lunch breaks is a constant for him.

It's during these cherished moments that he rediscovers happiness, unwrapping the perfectly packed bento boxes prepared with love by his wife. Each box is a treasure trove of deliciousness, neatly arranged in plastic rectangular containers that never fail to elicit envy from his coworkers by just a whiff.

Typically, Hinata dedicates her evenings to preparing these culinary delights for him, meticulously packaging them in the refrigerator for his quick morning grab-and-go's. His lunches often feature an array of delights, from bento boxes to poke bowls, housing an assortment of delightful medley of flavors.

In Hinata's customary arrangement, she would usually assemble a composition of protein over a bed of carbohydrates, encircled by an array of vegetables, creating a delectable mound of sustenance for him.

Typically, she'd whip up a selection of his preferred dishes: miso ramen or udon noodles, onigiri, yakitori, tamagoyaki, gyozas, nikujaga, sushi, tempura, and an assortment of other delectable creations born from his wife's imaginative culinary mind.

His lunches were always a harmonious burst of colors, arranged with such precision that Naruto occasionally finds himself compelled to pause and simply marvel at the painstakingly crafted meal in all its splendor.

His lunches always possess an exquisite beauty, as if fashioned by celestial hands, devoid of any imperfection in both appearance and, of course, taste.

Such dishes practically exclaim "Bon Appétit" by their sheer visual allure alone.

And oh, how he relishes each and every bite.

During that time, Naruto demands that no one bothers him, no one enters his office, no one emails him, no one fucking speaks to him.

During those moments, the only things that truly matter are his wife's cooking and the act of filling his empty stomach.

Naruto revels in those moments, devouring his lunches with gusto, regularly exclaiming "Itadakimasu" so loudly in gratitude for his beloved wife's cooking that his coworkers can hear him even behind the closed door of his office.

He kicks his feet and playfully wiggles his toes under his desk, letting out contented sighs, and on occasion, even experiences a slight burn of the tongue from hastily devouring all of the piping hot dishes.

Yet, none of it wipes the happy smile from his face.

These instances are precious, a time when the chaotic world fades away, and Naruto is reminded of the warmth and love he carries from home, all packed neatly within the plastic containers of his bento lunches.

However, once his lunch is devoured, and his bento box is empty, it serves as a stark reminder that it's time to return to work.

It's such a pain…

Yet, Naruto perseveres, propelled by the knowledge that each passing hour brought him one step closer to the evening, where he could return to his loving wife, leaving the day's chaos far behind.

His thoughts are always consumed by one person and that is his beloved wife, Hinata.

She occupies his mind every waking moment, the culprit that is responsible for his constant drive and motivation, the entirety of her presence an embodiment of joy.

The depth of Naruto's affection for her is palpable, evoking a flutter of butterflies in his stomach with recalling any memory of her, be it her smile, her laughter, or the touch of her lips against his own.

Naruto's love for Hinata is boundless, to the extent that he often yearns to just stay home, to never depart from her in order to escape the monotonous routine of paperwork and social engagements.

However, if he were to do that, it wouldn't be very responsible of him.

As the provider and head of his household, Naruto has a crucial obligation: to work diligently and secure the resources needed to ensure his partner's happiness and contentment. Therefore, he faces the trials of rising early each day and putting in long, tireless hours to earn necessary income.

This is precisely why he eagerly anticipates these exact moments, day after day, without fail: the end of his work shifts, and being back at home.

Due to his excitement, Naruto's steps quickened along the sidewalk with the promise of home just down the end of it, his leather briefcase swinging rhythmically at his side, occasionally bumping against his formal slacks.

His pace was brisk and determined, his oxfords clicking against the stone steps, his legs kicking through bundles of colorful leaves, as he advanced with a lively pep in his step.

He even let out cheerful whistles.

There was no doubt about it–he was eagerly looking forward to reuniting with his wife.

Usually, as he steps though the threshold of his home, he's greeted with a warm welcome from Hinata, a loving hug, and a hot plate of food to fill his empty belly.

Yesterday evening, he was surprised to be met with a tantalizing aroma wafting through the air of his home, as soon as he stepped inside. Only to later be surprised to find that Hinata had prepared a special Japanese dish for his dinner, a beautifully presented bowl of Pork Teriyaki Donburi.

Naruto still remembers that dish, (even now), given how goddamn good it was.

Such a dish was a masterpiece in the blonde's eyes—tender grilled pork chops, glazed with sweet teriyaki sauce, atop fluffy Japanese rice. On top of that, the dish was adorned with scallions, sesame seeds, and a medley of colorful, fresh vegetables.

Each bite was a revelation: juicy, flavorful pork; saucy, balanced rice. The crunch of vegetables complemented the savory meat, taking him to another world. It was a symphony of flavors that captivated Naruto.

The care and love in every bite made it an unforgettable meal for him.

Now, Naruto can't help but wonder what he'll be eating today.

His stomach growled on cue.

It's these indulgences that constantly make him thank kami that he has someone to return home to, particularly someone like Hinata.

Without fail or hesitation, she tends to all of his needs, whether it's his hunger with her delectable cooking, the tension in his shoulders that she skillfully massages away, or even his manly urges, allowing him to unwind in a more intimate manner.

Indeed, he was in the mood for a nice, hot meal or perhaps something a bit spicier to conclude his evening on a high note.

A mischievous smirk graced Naruto's lips as he at last reached the entrance of his very own humble abode. Following the stone path, he was led up to a wooden porch that encircled the front of the house, cradled within the embrace of the surrounding trees.

The sight before him was a true idyll, a snug little house that embodied serenity and peace for him.

His home was his safe haven. A sumptuous delight.

There, before Naruto, stood the two-story house he shared with his wife, its structure emanating a serene elegance that seamlessly blended with the autumnal hues of the dusky natural surroundings.

Smooth, warm-toned wood formed the walls, intricately designed. Sliding paper doors adorned the front, showcasing delicate patterns in various shades of brown, offering glimpses into the serene interior.

The roof, elegantly curved and topped with wooden shingles, gently descended to form a sheltering canopy over the structure.

Traditional lanterns graced the exterior, suspended from the porch ceilings, their gentle illumination casting a warm radiance during the evening hours.

A meticulously tended garden framed the entrance, featuring carefully pruned bonsai trees and lively blossoming plants, all thanks to his wife's passion for gardening. Hinata's diligent care infused the surroundings with a touch of natural splendor, enhancing the overall beauty of their home.

Naruto looked up at the house with admiration, his gaze following the elegant lines of the eaves and the graceful arch of the roof. It was a truly remarkable sight, showcasing the skill and artistry of Japanese architecture. The house exuded a peaceful aura, inviting anyone who approached to enter a realm of love and serenity.

Finally standing before it, Naruto was overcome with a wave of gratitude and contentment.

This was their home, a sanctuary where he and his wife could forge a life filled with love and treasured moments.

A place where they can build a family together.

Grinning, Naruto finally took the necessary steps to advance, eager to step through the threshold and immerse himself in the welcoming embrace that awaited him.

Without delay, Naruto took hold of the front sliding door, or more accurately, the fusuma door, swiftly initiating its opening to step inside his home. As he slid the front door of his home open, the burden of his responsibilities and the pressures of adulthood seemed to dissipate altogether, replaced by a growing sense of excitement.

Stepping into the welcoming warmth of his home, the familiar scent of the space enveloped him, instantly easing his mind.

The gentle, warm illumination from the lighting fixtures bathed the area in a soothing glow, conjuring an atmosphere that felt like heaven, beckoning him to venture further inside and desert the outside world.

"Hinata-hime, I'm home!"

Without hesitation, Naruto called out to his beloved with a voice that bore a blend of weariness and anticipation. He yearned for Hinata to be aware of his return, to experience the joy of him being back home and in her company once more. It was a cherished routine, this moment of calling out to announce his arrival and reuniting with her.

The blonde man always found himself eagerly anticipating these very moments, where he'd step through their doorway and find himself welcomed by the presence of his wife.

Naruto could vividly picture Hinata's smile, the soft arc of her lips that never failed to brighten his mood.

He could almost foresee her launching herself at him, eager to wrap her arms around his terribly weary body. The thought of her waiting for him, her presence filling the space with warmth and affection, was something that never failed to fill his heart with a rush of gratefulness.

However, his smile faltered as his call was met with a haunting silence that seemed to permeate every corner of the house like an deadly chill. In an instant, his heart sank, replaced by a gnawing worry at the absence of his wife's familiar response to his usual greeting.

Furrowing his brow, he proceeded deeper into their home, not before taking a moment to carefully shift the front door closed behind him.

Naruto turned back around, determined to explore further.

He called out to Hinata again.

"Hey, Hinata-hime! I'm back!"

Silence.

Yet again.

Naruto's nose wrinkled, the scent of Hinata's favorite vanilla candles lingering in the air.

His ears strained, eager to catch any familiar sounds within the house. He longed to hear the usual clinks of utensils in the kitchen, the soft sizzle of the stove, or the gentle rustle of fabric as Hinata moved about in her adorable socks.

But nothing.

Naruto heard nothing.

He wrinkled his brows, 'What the hell is going on-?'

But just as he thought that, he suddenly heard a sudden shuffle within the diner area of the home, a confirmation of other life within the quiet space.

"In here, my love!"

Naruto's ears perked up.

And there it was, precisely what he had been seeking.

His wife's voice.

Hinata.

Her melodious voice exuded tenderness and warmth, instantly alleviating the concerns he felt earlier. Hinata's angelic voice held a soothing rhythm as it echoed through the entire house, a harmonious familiarity that resided deep within him.

And in that instant, the world around the blonde seemed to blur, leaving only the enchanting allure of his wife's voice, guiding him toward its source.

The dining room.

A smirk slid across his whiskered face before he took a step forward, but he didn't do so, not without kicking off his formal shoes and placing them on the shoe rack beside the entrance door.

Naruto bit his lip.

"Alright, hime, I'm coming."

"Hurry, my love!"

A chuckle escaped his lips as he sensed the enthusiasm in his wife's tone, a rather peculiar detail that piqued his interest. He clutched his briefcase firmly and began to venture across the hardwood floor, each step echoing as he went.

"Alright, alright, I'm hurrying." Naruto exclaimed with another chuckle, rocking his briefcase through the air, back and forth by his side.

"What's got you so excited, hm, Hinata-hime?"

Naruto raised his voice, calling out in an attempt to reach his wife from a distance.

However, as he inched closer to the dining room, he couldn't ignore the fact that Hinata's voice gradually intensified, solidifying his suspicion that she was, in fact, situated in the area he had assumed earlier: the dining room of the house.

"Oh Naruto-kun, I've got a surprise treat just for you!"

"Oh? A surprise treat, eh?" Naruto retorted in amusement, and instantly, his thoughts veered towards food—or rather, a succulent, piping-hot meal of his utmost liking to devour.

'Mmm, it's gotta be ramen'. Naruto's thoughts were consumed by hunger, distorted by it, and on cue, his stomach let forth a growl.

"Mmm, that sounds delightful, hime," He murmured incoherently, as if in a trance brought on by none other than starvation. Gently, he gave his empty belly a rub, doing so with his free hand.

And on that note, Naruto's speed increased.

In a matter of seconds, Naruto closed the remaining distance to the sliding entrance of the dining room with eagerness, now mere inches from where his wife was waiting.

Naruto smirked.

He didn't wait.

He instead, reached his free hand forth to grab the handle of the door tight, and without a second thought, he swung it open.

"Does my surprise happen to be food, Hinata-hi-?"

His words were almost instantly silenced, caught in his throat, as he laid eyes on his wife upon returning home for the first time.

However, what he witnessed, what Hinata had hinted at earlier, was certainly not what he had expected.

Yes, a treat was certainly presented in front of him, but such a treat certainty didn't have anything to do with food.

No.

Not in the slightest.

This was a different type of treat. A treat that no doubt caused his interests to pique skyhigh.

"Well, well. Now what do we have here, hm?" Naruto's inquiry escaped his lips mischievously as he approached his wife in the dining room. The table was surprisingly bare, void of any food, but instead, Hinata herself occupied the space.

A sight he was certainly not expecting.

She was perched on the dining table, near the far end, closest to the room's entrance, or more specifically, facing where Naruto currently stood. Hinata sat on the table as if it were a chair, her legs playfully but adorably swinging back and forth off the edge, her focus directed entirely on him.

She playfully waved, giggling, "Konbanwa, Naruto-kun."

"Konbanwa, Hinata-hime." Naruto replied with a charming smirk, watching her as she gracefully hopped off the table and landed on the floor with a soft thud. However, her movement drew notice to the cute white socks she had on, which served as soft padding with her steps.

In a hurried motion, Naruto's eyes eagerly drank in every inch of his wife, his mind swiftly spiraling into some rather naughty musings. He couldn't help but recall what Hinata had hinted at earlier, that a delightful surprise awaited him.

Naruto clicked his tongue. 'No fucking way.' He thought with a devious smirk.

'Hinata couldn't have planned what I think she has, could she?' Naruto thought once more, absorbed in his naughty thoughts as he went about further inspecting his devious wife.

Hinata giggled at the shocked reaction of her husband, standing at the entrance door with his mind churning, his mouth gaping, and his interests piqued.

It was just the reaction she was hoping for.

Naruto hummed, biting his lip, "Heh, you certainly look... cozy."

There, Naruto witnessed a grand sight, a definite treat he had the luxury of witnessing.

With delight, he traced his cerulean eyes from the crown of his wife's head to the tips of her toes, marveling at an outfit he'd never seen before, one that he hadn't imagined Hinata would ever have in her possession.

She was dressed in a onesie.

But it wasn't just any onesie.

Hinata was presently adorned in a cozy and alluring white onesie, perfect for the fall season. But it was adorned from head to toe with a delightful pattern of ripe, juicy peaches scattered across the fabric.

The soft white background of the attire served as a canvas for the vibrant, cheerful fruit motifs. The peaches were embellished with small speckles and gradients, mirroring the authentic texture of real fruit.

The garment was not only visually appealing but also exuded a sense of comfort and relaxation, making it a perfect choice for a cozy day at home.

But from a man's perspective, from Naruto's perspective, the onesie worn by Hinata exuded a subtle yet undeniable sense of sensuality. The fabric, caressing her form with a gentle embrace, hinted at the contours of her body underneath, allowing him glimpses of her natural grace and feminine allure.

The peaches, scattered strategically across the fabric, no, across the body of his slender, and luscious woman, drew attention with their luscious color and playful arrangement.

The peaches, with their warm hues of orange and red, seem to dance across the onesie, inviting Naruto's eyes to trace their path, and come to grasp with their sensual design. The peaches decorating Hinata's onesie was a vivid and luscious shade of coral, each one boasting a plump and juicy appearance similar to that of a woman's buttocks.

It was certainly a sight to behold, a sight that instantly caused Naruto to salivate, his mouth watering in response to witnessing the delectable treat in front of him.

Hinata chuckled as she noticed her husband's blue eyes immediately darkened with arousal, fixated on her—exactly as she desired.

She hummed, wiggling her hips a bit, "Mmm, you like?"

She observed her blonde husband nodding, his grip on his briefcase handle growing tighter.

"Heh, like?" He shook his head, better emphasizing his adoration for her attire choice.

"No, I love it, my darling. Opting for such a onesie is a bold move, but an excellent one. Heh,"

Naruto chuckled, "it accentuates those gorgeous curves of yours, just the way I love Hinata-hime. But I'm curious..." The blonde cocked his head, studying how the snug onesie she wore highlighted the contours of her hourglass figure so well, he couldn't help but mutter a short but sweet…

"damn."

Naruto found himself utterly captivated by the sensuality as well as the confidence radiating from his woman, intrigued by this… delightful surprise she had in store for him.

Instantly, his mind ventured into naughty territory, entertaining a few racy ideas about what might be on his wife's agenda for tonight.

However, Naruto opted to feign innocence. He wanted Hinata to reveal her plans to him in full, to share what she'd been plotting. To his utter delight.

So, he let out a playful chuckle, "So, where's this... treat of yours, hmm?" Naruto glanced around the diner room, feigning a perplexed expression, "Where might I find it?"

Hinata bit her lip, to hold back a giggle. She knew exactly what Naruto was doing.

That mischievous glint in his eyes was unmistakable as his gaze lingered over her, a seductive grin slowly but surely unfurling across those fox-like, whiskered cheeks of his.

He was well aware of her intentions, as well aware of the naughty endeavors that crawled around in her head, and danced around on her face.

He knew her well anyway.

But Naruto was so intrigued, he wanted her to reveal her plans to him step by step.

Hinata had no problem with that.

In fact, she responded with an amused giggle, her chest rumbling, which caused strands of her midnight blue hair to escape their confines and gently graze her cheeks.

Her long hair was gathered in a messy, high bun, keeping it out of her face and revealing every bit of her delicate facial features.

The midnight blue-haired woman hummed thoughtfully, running her free hand along her clad form, just along her right hip.

"You know, Naruto-kun, I've been giving a lot of thought to what I should prepare for you this evening."

"Yeah?" Naruto breathed, absolutely loving where this was going.

Hinata sent a charming smile his way, her lavender orbs glistening in the light. Her left hand tapped the diner table beside her, "I wanted to offer you something different, something special for you, Naruto-kun. Something that is tailored precisely to your needs, to provide the satisfaction a hard working man such as yourself so rightly deserves."

Hinata gave a tender smile, "I've noticed your dedication, Naruto-kun. I've noticed all the challenging mornings, the rough workdays, and the constant stress you endure every single day."

She paused her words to nibble her lip gently, her eyebrows furrowing, "You've been pouring so much of yourself into taking care of me, making sacrifices everyday to ensure we both attain the happiness we've always yearned for."

Hinata nodded, her bun swaying with her motion, "So, I considered this for you, my love; an opportunity to completely indulge tonight, as much as you want."

Naruto's eyes shot wide, his heart skipping several beats by Hinata's words which resonated deep within him.

Hinata giggled once more, "So, I have figured out just what you should eat tonight, Naruto-kun."

And in that moment, Hinata turned her body, turning her body in a graceful pivot, so he could see even more of her. As she moved, the onesie moved with her, displaying a fluidity that highlighted the gracefulness of her gestures.

But as she turned around, Naruto's mind no longer took in the way the onesie looked on his woman's body but rather the makeshift of the fabric piece itself.

What he saw, made his mouth drop even farther, and his massive friend buried within his slacks instantly spring to life.

There, Hinata presented once more his meal for the night, a grand meal meticulously prepared to damn near perfection.

There, Hinata revealed her backside, where a highly surprising detail was revealed, a detail that if Hinata didn't turn around, he would still completely be oblivious too.

Her onesie possessed a butt flap.

Naruto's eyes shot wide at the sight of the white buttons that were engraved into her seductive lounge choice, which seemed to follow an oval path right around his wife's buttocks, the fabric merely covering up the space where the crack of her pussy lips was located.

The flap was currently closed, but thanks to Naruto's patience, or moment of shock rather, he witnessed his wife reaching behind her luscious frame to pry the fabric open, to snap it loose from the buttons that held it close.

"Mmm, that's right. You can have me for dinner, my love."

Hinata bit her lip as she went about pulling her onesie's butt flap open, to give Naruto an even closer look at the meal he will be eating tonight.

"I figured it's the least I can give you. And besides," Hinata shrugged her shoulders, looking back at his shocked frame over her shoulder, "I just wanted to be creative tonight, maybe even a little spicer."

And with that, a loud pop was heard from the buttons of Hinata's onesie and finally, his surprise awaited him.

A grand sight of Hinata's creamy buttocks.

Hinata wore absolutely no panties underneath her onesie. Her two asscheeks seemed to peek out at him through the opening of her onesie, a onesie, by the way, he never knew existed until now.

Hell, a onesie he never knew that his wife knew about.

It was a onesie that forsaken the essence of comfort and innocence, but now took on a different approach, one of seduction and all right naughtiness, and it now inhabited the body of his wife, his sexy fucking wife.

Naruto growled underneath his breath, trying his best to hold back his restraints but he felt them slipping. Dangerously so.

It was always a pleasure to observe his wife transition from her innocent, wholesome demeanor to a more confident, seductive version of herself.

It almost felt like Naruto was witnessing a different side of his wife emerging, brought forth effortlessly and presented to him without hesitation—a method to fulfill his desires in a way she knew well.

Now, with her adorned in such a onesie, revealing the plan she had dedicated the entire day to bring to fruition, he knew that she meant business.

Even down to her voice, he knew she was just as horny as he was. Her tone had transformed into a sultry symphony, draped in velvet and laced with subtle allure. Low and smoldering, her voice revealed a seductive side she reserved for him and only him.

Each word she spoke unfolded languidly, bathed in a sensuous cadence that seemed to caress his ears, and cause his dick to rise more and more in his slacks.

There was an intimate confidence in her delivery, a knowing inflection hinting at hidden desires. Her words lingered, leaving a tantalizing trail of anticipation, weaving a spell of temptation that invited him to lose himself completely.

Naruto felt his arousal growing exponentially, every second his manly urges rising up that peak to a place of no return, especially as he witnessed his wife begin to climb on the diner table, the very same table he always ate her home cooked meals on but now…

She was his meal for tonight.

And Naruto surely didn't protest that.

His erection, in fact, twitched in delight in his formal slacks, brushing against the zipper, eager to be unleashed.

His stomach was no longer the recipient that will be in the spotlight today, but instead his dick was. Just as his stomach growls when it wishes for fulfillment, his dick twitched and hardened, yearning with all of its might to reach for its meal.

Naruto's blue eyes darkened even further, 'Mmm, what a turn of events.' He thought with a lick of his lips.

It was always like Hinata, always going the extra mile to be considerate, presenting precisely what he desired, as if she could read his mind. She always knew how to brighten his day and cater to his needs with utmost expertise.

And once again, she hadn't failed to impress him, displaying her talents once more.

And Naruto was pleased. Deeply.

He licked his lips yet again, a curse slipping past his gaping lips, "Mmm, fuck yeah, sweetheart. I got to say, you've really done something that I never thought possible." Naruto trailed off before he began to take a step forward, deeper into the diner room.

"Mmm, and what might that be, my love?" Hinata purred, her sweet voice filling the entirety of the room, imbuing it with her loveliness.

Naruto huffed, closing the dining room door behind him with a thump before continuing his journey forward, drawn closer to his delectable meal.

He hummed, his spiky hair tousling with every step, "You've outdone yourself with my meal tonight, Hinata-hime. Out of all of them, this has gotta be the best one yet."

Hinata couldn't suppress a giggle in response to her husband's compliment. And as a playful treat, she began to shake her ass for him, firmly placing her hands on the wooden table to maintain her position, bent over, providing Naruto with a little show.

Hinata truly relished hearing that. It boosted her confidence, reassuring her that Naruto was genuinely pleased with the meal she had conceived, prepared, and served to him tonight.

She was certain he would be anyway.

Hinata lowered her head a bit, as she continued the action of wiggling her ass, her visible cheeks swaying left and right, their performance presented clearly through the round hole in her onesie.

"Oh? I'm your best meal, hm?"

"Hell yeah you are, beautiful."

Hinata giggled once more, before she brought one finger up, doing so to beckon him over, "Mmm, oh, my sweetheart, just wait until you get a taste of me."

She shook her ass once more, her creamy buttocks rocking side to side in a steady but enticing motion, "Come, sit down. Your meal is all ready and prepared for you, my dear husband."

On that note, Hinata rotated her body, ensuring her back was no longer facing Naruto but his designated chair at the table, the one he sat in every single day.

She then turned her head back to her husband.

She brought her tongue forth and swiped the pink appendage along her plump lips in a circular motion, enticingly slow. It was a display that gave off an irresistible effect, one that made Naruto's dick fully erect.

"Come, enjoy your meal." Hinata squinted her lavender eyes at him, "Taste me. Eat me."

Those enticing demands were all it took for Naruto to finally advance in an effort to enjoy the meal his wife had offered him for the night; her.

Naruto quickly made his way over like the starving man he was, ready to enjoy the fruits of her.

His mouth was fucking salivating, watering in a desire to get a taste of the delicacy that resided right within the gape of his wife's onesie, in the gapes of her now visible asscheeks. He was ready to devour her whole, to consume all that she had to offer, and even afterward, go for seconds. No thirds.

He rushed over to her like a dog would to a treat, electing several giggles to slip out of Hinata's mouth at the sight of her husband’s visible enthusiasm.

With a clatter, he placed his briefcase on the diner table, just beside her bent form, removing it from his hands, and momentarily getting it and what it stood for out of his sight and mind.

His blue eyes were rooted on his meal, and only his meal at the moment, once more with his usual desire to not be bothered by other matters as he attends to it.

Now front and center, he was able to see the significant gape in Hinata's peach onesie, where it gave sight to her own natural peach, revealing her succulent, juicy core. Her pussy lips.

Her pretty pink pussy lips were presented in between her plump asscheeks, fat, puffed, and glazed with a symphony of nectarous juices, a sight so delightful to Naruto's eyes, he couldn't help but stand back and marvel at it.

No matter how many times he witnessed the private delicacies of his wife, Hinata was still a meal unlike any other he's ever seen or eaten before. She was akin to a treasure trove of hidden delights, a treat within a treat that should be ravished again and again.

At first glance of her backside, it appears to hold just one prize, her delectable ass, but when he looks deeper, there lies a cascade of additional treasures waiting to be discovered.

Each layer of her present yet another gem, creating an escalating sense to arise for him to explore all that she had to offer.

After all, he never grows tired of doing so.

Naruto licked his lips for the umpteenth time it seems, "Oh, my beautiful hime, you always just know how to please me." He breathed, as he centered his body directly behind Hinata, causing her to turn her head even further over her shoulder to keep an eye on him.

Hinata watched with hooded lavender eyes as Naruto slowly reached up and deftly pulled the knot of his tie loose. The fabric relaxed, unwinding from its formal embrace in response to his yank.

As Naruto loosened the fabric, he immediately felt a palpable sense of freedom, free from the restraints of his formal display and now transiting into a more relaxed one, a relaxed form ready to eat his meal in peace.

The black silk slid through his fingers, cool and smooth, just as his blue eyes slid across the delicacy of his wife bent and spread for him, his heated gaze never drifting off of her as he went about removing a piece of his formal wear.

His actions were deliberate, each movement executed with an unhurried pace, his narrowed blue eyes focused and intent.

Now, it was his turn to provide Hinata with a spectacle, and he observed as he made her shudder. The way he smoothly worked his tie off, coupled with his intense gaze, caused more of those enticing juices of hers to slip from her opening.

She moaned, batting her eyelashes back at him, "Oh Naruto-kun." She moaned.

"Heh," Naruto scoffed playfully, before he gave his tie a final tug before easing, allowing it to hang more casually around his neck.

He then let out a growl, low and deep, "Mmm, I am going to enjoy this, hime." He whispered out seductively, before plopping his ass right upon his usual diner seat. He scooted his chair forward, so he could be up close and personal with his meal.

Hinata hummed before giving her ass a sensual rock, "Yes, Naruto-kun, it's all yours, my love. Eat until your heart's content." She moaned, her loose strands of midnight blue hair fluttering in the air, keeping pace with her movements.

She gave him one last wiggle of her ass, "Bon Appétit, my love."

Naruto gave Hinata an amused look, one of furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and a playful smirk.

Instead, he clasped his hands together, pressing his palms firmly, creating a seamless connection of skin against skin.

Bowing his head, he expressed gratitude to Hinata for presenting him with a meal before partaking in it.

"How about…" Naruto lifted his head to smirk naughtily.

"Itadakimasu."

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johnwickcaretaker · 1 month

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OOC Post from the Author: Down with the High Table Summary

Here's a summary/masterlist of the events from the Down with the High Table roleplay, so that people can reread it more easily. I really like organizing things, if you couldn't tell. Events may be slightly out of order because timelines were converging and threads formed with multiple people, but I did my best to include all the posts and to faithfully summarize what we did. - @thewhumpcaretaker Tags for participants: @evren-sadwrn @rosevette @r1-jw-lover

As the numerous faked deaths of the High Table members and associates came to light, John Wick watched his friends turn against each other. Akira Shimazu pursued Caine, the D’Antonios, and the Marquis de Gramont on a vengeful murder spree. Gianna sought to kill her brother. The Marquis de Gramont was being hunted for failing to complete his contract against John.

John was angry.

He realized he had to bring them together against the system that had done so much damage to all of them. So he sought out the Bowery King to distribute a declaration of war on the High Table. First, he would take out High Table communications, preventing his allies from being stormed by hundreds of hitmen constantly (although hitmen would still converge on locations known to be important, such as the Continentals). Then, they would take out all High Table members and Continentals who opposed the revolution, along with their assets.

John spent the first night taking down the Accountants in New York, while others joined his cause around the world. The rebels took out communications in all other cities except Paris, where WUXIA Radio was putting up a significant resistance.

Meanwhile, the High Table members responded to the call. Akira reluctantly joined the rebellion because she didn’t want to be on John’s bad side. But she insisted that he promise her the Osaka Continental would be protected, to which he agreed, ordering all of Osaka’s rebels to defend the Continental. Gianna sided with the High Table, stating that it was her destiny to rule. The Marquis’ contract was expanded to include taking down the entire revolt, and in frustration with the High Table, she sided with John.

The Adjudicator responded to John’s declaration of war with a promise to take down the rebellion. They then asked Akira to stand down, and moved against the Osaka Continental when she refused.

While fighting commenced in Osaka, John flew to Italy to kill Gianna and tasked the Marquis with persuading WUXIA Radio to join their side. It was around this time that news of the rebellion reached Sofia Al-Azwar, and she offered her forces in support of John. Akira warmly welcomed her. After learning that John had teamed up with Vincent, Sofia sent reinforcements to Paris to keep an eye on him, because she was suspicious of his loyalties. She herself planned to go to Osaka to help Akira.

Gianna was preparing herself for the imminent fight, and for her probable death. John begged Gianna to reconsider, and Akira suggested that she ask John about life outside the High Table. Once John reached her, Gianna agreed to surrender if John would help her fake her death so that she could live a peaceful life of cats and gardening. He agreed, and announced her death.

The Marquis succeeded in persuading WUXIA Radio to side with them, because his ex worked there. He had also been sober for three days. John congratulated her on both accomplishments, and tasked him with taking down the Paris Continental, which had sided with the High Table.

The battle for Osaka had taken a turn for the worse, and Akira told John that she needed immediate support. He flew to Osaka, and not long after his arrival, The Adjudicator withdrew, and Akira announced the withdrawal. However, John sustained severe bullet wounds during the fight. He fell unconscious.

Meanwhile, the Marquis got a very emotionally manipulative email from The Adjudicator. Due to the stress, she abandoned his leadership of the Paris Continental fight and relapsed.

John woke up to see this and responded with frustration, before realizing that the Marquis had actually taken too much and passed out. John then wrote a long apology, unsure whether the Marquis would live to read it. He also shouted at The Adjudicator and hung up on them.

But there was no time to rest. He flew to Paris and took down the Continental, despite still having bullet wounds and a broken rib. He used adrenaline shots to get through the battle, and won, but suffered a small heart attack. Vincent awoke and the two reconciled. Still feeling protective over Vincent, John suggested that he seek shelter in New York, as he was incapacitated and couldn’t do much to help if anything happened to him. But Vincent refused, because she was scared of Winston after shooting Charon.

While the Paris drama was unfolding, Akira and Sofia were bonding over their shared annoyance with John and his war. Sofia flew to Osaka to help Akira rebuild, and expressed motherly affection for her, which made Akira very happy.

The Adjudicator continued to bicker with the Marquis, who asked John if she could blow up their Administrative Office. He responded, “Please do. In fact, that’s your new assignment: blow up the administration office as soon as you can.”

As Easter morning dawned in Europe, The Adjudicator told Sofia to stand down or see the Casablanca Continental deconsecrated. Sofia refused and began preparing for battle. She was still in Osaka, and John was not available to help. So she and Akira requested help from Katia. Katia agreed to send troops to Casablanca, and even gave a blood marker to Akira as assurance of her loyalty. Katia and The Adjudicator reached Casablanca in quick succession.

However, shortly after the battle began, Katia agreed to a “chat” with The Adjudicator. Concerned, Sofia prepared to fly to Morocco. Katia subsequently switched sides, so that the Casablanca was now outnumbered two-to-one. She also told The Adjudicator where Sofia’s daughter was hidden.

John and Sofia flew to rescue her daughter, leaving Akira to continue rebuilding the hotel. Sofia gave a rousing speech to keep her troops motiviated. Meanwhile, John and Akira continued to ponder why Katia would switch sides. When Winston told John that The Director had not been seen since last night, he realized that The Adjudicator’s forces must be holding her hostage in New York, using her as leverage against Katia. John began to have an internal crisis over The Director’s safety and his complicated feelings about his childhood.

Akira offered to go to New York to rescue The Director and made quick work of that task. Once there, she found that the situation in New York was not as stable as they had thought. The Adjudicator’s troops were preparing to attack the NY Continental. It would not be safe to bring Sofia’s daughter to NY as they had planned.

Simultaneously, John and Sofia fought their way through a hostile Berlin to the ballet studio where Katia’s hitmen were waiting to intercept them. John told Katia that The Director was no longer in danger, and she switched back to their side.

The Marquis successfully burnt down the Administration Office with all exits locked, causing The Adjudicator great distress which they expressed by writing an “EMERGENCY MEMORANDUM.”

John asked him to go to Casablanca, but he paid no attention and instead asked if he could start burning down High Table bases at will. John said yes.

John, Sofia, and Katia made the perilous journey back through Berlin to the airport, then flew to Osaka to drop off Sofia’s daughter. Sofia was still shaken by the danger her daughter had been through. After landing, John immediately got back on the plane to return to Casablanca.

As the final day of the revolution began in Europe, the Marquis informed John that he had destroyed the vehicles on the way to New York, as well as many bases, taking out most of The Adjudicator’s forces in the area and securing the region once more.

The Adjudicator, meanwhile, had continued to bicker with the Marquis, this time over his bounty. The Adjudicator tried to raise it even further, but was informed that the High Table did not have a sufficient budget for that.

As he flew back towards Morocco, John questioned The Adjudicator about their reasoning for siding with the High Table and taking such violent measures in its defense. They explained that they wished to restore order, and feared that John’s new world would be a dictatorship in which he was allowed to do anything he pleased on a whim, and let him subjects fight amongst themselves without restraint.

John explained that he hoped to hand over control of the High Table to an elected official (probably the Bowery King), and that he hoped the organization would become an ethically-run justice system operating outside of governments, acting for the protection of civilians. Upon realizing that such a system would need adjudication and a delicious amount of paperwork, The Adjudicator gladly switched sides and withdrew from Casablanca, effectively ending the war.

John announced that the High Table had fallen. He left the post-war reconstruction efforts and elections in the capable hands of Akira, Sofia, and the Marquis, and went home to rest. And finally, Sofia retired and went to live at Osaka with her daughter and Akira.

#(ooc: oh my god it took so long to add the links but it is very satisfying to see it now)#john wick roleplay #down with the high table #// addiction #// drugs #// relapse

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