Genshin Impact Roleplay 18+
Hello! My name is Ajax, and I am looking for a 1 on 1 Genshin Impact roleplay partner!
Literacy - I expect 2-4 paragraphs per text, depending on the situation that is occurring and the events taking place in the roleplay. Something to work with, and to go along to! This can vary, of course.
Platform - I primarily use discord for roleplaying! If this is an issue, I am open to other options
Ships/Dynamics - I have a few ships that I really am interested in roleplaying.
This includes, but is not limited to,
Childe x Diluc
Childe x Zhongli
Ei x Yae Miko
Kaeya x Albedo
Kaveh x Alhaitham
I am a big enjoyer of enemies to lovers, and I do look forward to roleplaying this dynamic with some of these ships
Boundaries/NSFW - I do roleplay NSFW, with fellow adults only. My boundaries and other personal concerns can be discussed in the pre-roleplay conversation.
Contact - If you are interested, please contact me directly through discord, or on Tumblr!
Discord = bundleofmangos
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Kokosara idol! AU
TW: Anxiety, Panic attacks(?) ((I think)), depression probably?
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As Kokomi walked, she felt like this sidewalk would never end.
Torture, absolute torture. It was dark, cold and the rain showed no signs of stopping.
She felt terribly, horribly heavy.
She closed her eyes, they felt hot. She knew what she had to do, but felt so so slow.
Like she was on her way to her own execution.
The reality was Kokomi was going to sign a contract, a contract that would make her an idol, a star.
But all she wanted was to slink back into her full apartment like a turtle retreating into its shell.
To read in her springy bed and listen to the lights buzz while her neighbors argued through the ceiling, dust falling over her head from their stomps.
Kokomi knew she would be provided better living conditions with the contract, Mr. _____ had gone over it before she refused.
In exchange, her life would no longer be hers.
She would belong to the spotlight, and the people who watched, onlookers to her divinity on stage.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or throw up when she thought about it.
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Kokomi leaned back on the couch in her dressing room, recalling the distant memory.
“Kokomi, are you alright?”
She perked at the sound of her name on her teammate’s tongue.
Kokomi looked at Gorou and smiled her sweetest, candy smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Just can’t wait to see everyone. Where is Sucrose?”
Gorou gave her a grin in return that made her heart flutter, he really was good at his job.
“Taking a moment to herself, you know how she gets.” Kokomi nodded. She understood that more then she would ever let a soul know.
“Let her know we have 15 minutes please?”
Gorou nodded quickly, bounding off to alert their teammate. Kokomi could only laugh softly at his eagerness.
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They were now seated at a large table filled completely with idols from the convention.
Under the table, her hands fidgeted. Thumb goes over gloved thumb and her hands grow clammy.
If she doesn’t have anything else, she has her truly award winning smile, and everyone would be fooled, fooled to believe that she’s comfortable. Happy to be here.
“Hey,” a voice calls, deep, but kind. The table miraculously quiets, and Kokomi feels like all eyes are on her. She’s afraid the sweat will ruin her makeup.
She looks in the direction of the voice and stoic golden eyes stare back.
“Are you okay? You look nervous.” It’s innocent, gentle, she knows. But when her smile is degraded by molten gold, her heart drops and she gasps for air.
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Her dressing room should be a familiar place, but as she tears her way through the hall, voices calling her name an after thought bashing around her empty skull, she can’t find it. Can’t find it. Can’t hide. Can’t see. Can’t breathe. She felt her heart beating in her ears, vision doubling. Why is this suddenly so hard? She can tell she’s sweaty, hands slipping whenever she tries to get a grip on anything. Why is everything working against her?Kokomi heaves a heavy breath, nausea bubbling in the pit of her stomach.
What was happening to her? Why?
A firm arm wraps around a delicate waist and she’s stopped in her rampaging tracks.
“What’s wrong?”
Kokomi only panics that little bit more when she hears that voice again, albeit more urgent then before.
“You’re Kokomi, right? From that cute idol group.” The voice redirects her attention for a moment.
“Yes.” She cringes at how weak she sounds.
This isn’t sweet enough for her. Nothing is sweet enough right now.
Why could this woman see through her like it was nothing at all?
“Please leave me alone.”
She tries for a stern tone, but it’s merely a whimper.
Her voice is failing her, and so too does her body when she accepts a hug, crying distastefully loud.
The woman hardly seems to mind, and keeps hugging her.
Its more painful then being pushed away and ignored, because then at least they wouldn’t seem to understand how much she’s hurting.
But this woman is accepting her hurt, embracing it, embracing her, in the most literal sense.
She grips the back of the woman’s shirt.
“Who are you?” Her voice isn’t as weak.
“Kujou Sara.” The woman, Kujou Sara, responds.
Kujou Sara has a rough voice, in any other situation it would sound cold and uncaring.
But something about her is so gentle and Kokomi is drawn in like a moth to a flame. Basking in the warmth of comfort.
She wonders when she became so naive.
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Notes; this is my first post, so I’m still getting used to Tumblr, but I hope you enjoyed my post! :D
If you have any requests or suggestions, please let me know!!
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