Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings — The B-Sides

• Feb 6, 2025

• #3,951

Infab

The Demon Fanatic

Roleplay Availability I am not looking for any roleplays currently. Roleplay Type(s)

1. Group
2. Dice

Robin Krantz

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SCENE:

DAND,NBV,BBESCA11PM [July 10th, 2022]

LOCATION:

West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Robin, Takakazu, Hiachi

Driving At Night is Dangerous, Not Because of Visibility, But Because Everything Starts Closing Around 11 PM

"Normally, I provide security for a certain real estate mogul. Sometimes I get jobs that lay outside my job description, but they pay well and I get to... well, cut loose. Satisfy a craving or two, and have some fun doing it." she explained, "Business is good in New Oasis."

As he looked back in shock, stuttering as he gazed back at the carnage behind them as well as at Robin, she flashed him a grin. "Like what you see?" she teased playfully, before patting him on the side. "Eyes on the road, cutie." Soon, she was softly humming a song to herself, letting Tak's mind run wild with a plethora of various thoughts. She wondered just what he was thinking about, and could probably very easily get it out of him, but decided to not screw with him. After all, he was her ride and he was also driving.

As they turned off onto a brick path, the scooter began to rattle as it ran over every bump and brick in the road. Hopefully this thing wouldn't die on them en route. She braced herself as best she could, so she wouldn't get rattled to hell like the scooter was.

Finally, the scooter would round a corner and come to a stop next to the sidewalk. Robin followed his gaze, as it shifted to look at a silhouette nearby. Ah! Our second rider.

"Apologies! He decided to help me out by giving me a ride." she said, scooting back on the seat a bit to allow for the other rider to get on. "You must be Hiachi! A pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Robin, a fellow Tiger. We work for the same person."

Interaction: @thebigfella , @miki

 

• Feb 14, 2025

• #3,952

Coyote Hart

Misguideful Moniker

Roleplay Availability I am not looking for any roleplays currently. Roleplay Type(s)

1. Group

PEYTON XIONG ft. Yuto Nishimura

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SCENE:

永远我们两

LOCATION:

Peyton and Yuto's Apartment, Espada, Áureo

PARTICIPANTS:

Peyton, Yuto

永远我们两

Aureo and New Oasis were certainly two worlds apart. One filled with chaos, the other with a visage of order. One where the weather was pleasant, the other where the snacks were cheap. Even as he sweated in the Aureo heat, Peyton decided that he had no regrets leaving New Oasis behind. It may have been a rash, in-the-moment decision, but Peyton truly had been staying in New Oasis for too long. Being young meant that he had to go out and experience more of the world!

Peyton leaned over the porch of his and Yuto’s apartment, fanning his face with a large ornate fan. The air conditioner was broken, but with the sun dipping beneath the surface, Peyton bet that things would cool down in a matter of hours.

“Yutes! I’m bored!” Peyton turned around to whine cutely into the apartment's interior, “We should go get you some more food later tonight!”

The interior of their studio apartment wasn’t particularly glamorous. One of Yuto’s spider web hammocks hung against a wall, serving as their bed, and the rest of the room was occupied by things that they had found whilst dumpster diving– a couch there, a nice rug over there, things like that.

Hearing the sound of Peyton’s voice, Yuto popped his head just outside of the bathroom door, a black splodge of dirt or grime, or something else he really didn't want to fully acknowledge smudged across his face. At the mention of food, he perked up , willing to do anything else other than fruitlessly trying to fix the leaky sink with his incapable hands.

Yuto smiled brightly, moving to join him outside, his head tilted curiously. “Food? Like… stolen food or the moving ones?”

Peyton tilted his fan so that his motions could blow air on both of them at the same time. While a tub of gelato sounded amazing right now, that was not the sort of food he was referring to, “Nah, I meant people! It’s been a while since the last time we kidnapped someone!”

Yuto cackled, his three violet eyes squinting in endearing amusement, finding it fascinating it was Peyton who offered to go hunting more often than even himself lately. Not having much more tolerance for the scalding air outside, he grabbed Peyton’s arm to pull him indoors, though it didn’t make much of a difference.

“Really? You know, sooner or later someone will get suspicious with how often people are going missing.” Despite his concern, the shaggy haired man shrugged, “Well, not like anyone can do anything about it.”

The pint-sized man allowed Yuto to pull him away from the balcony and into the inside of their small little apartment. If not for the fact that he was hot and sweaty, Peyton would’ve allowed himself to practically fall onto Yuto from the momentum of the pull. As he was with lots of things, Peyton was unfazed with the minutiae of his actions. He shrugged, “Yeah, and besides, we live in a pretty high crime neighborhood anyway! We can get away with it!”

Peyton’s mindset kept him from reflecting upon the messed up nature of what he was proposing. This was different from fighting people as Serpents– these were innocent people who had nothing to do with gang violence. But that too was a trivial detail to Peyton.

“If you don’t wanna go get dinner, wanna feed off of me instead?” Peyton joked, sticking his tongue out at Yuto teasingly.

Despite the unserious tone in Peyton’s voice, Yuto’s bottom lip pursed in thought, looking off to the side as if he were actually considering it. After a moment of contemplation, the spider-boy narrowed his eyes with a huff, leaning down towards him to nip punishingly at the tip of his tongue before pulling away.

He looked away from him with a pout, his lithe arms crossing over his chest. “Don’t tempt me.”

Peyton let out a small squeak, and he retracted his tongue back into his mouth. If anything, he seemed more chipper after being bit lightly by Yuto, and he asked, “But what if I wanna? Would you make me regret it?”

Despite his sulky act, an unwitting smile crept up on his lips by the shorter boy’s taunting. Sticking a string of web onto Peyton’s cheek, he pulled lightly, almost like how a grandparent would pinch their loved ones. “I’d string you and leave you hanging from the rooftop. See how you’d like the heat then, Taffy.”

“Aww, that’s so cruel,” Peyton looked down in mock dejection, but in truth, the idea of Yuto being mean and torturing Peyton like that wasn’t a half-bad thought. Being bullied like that, even if it was something that Peyton was skeptical as to whether he could bear with, was ever alluring. Some things were just destined to never change.

“I’m not just trying to tempt you though! You can snack on me if you wanna!” Peyton wasn't a fan of the pain that was probably associated with being eaten, but to satisfy his boyfriend in that way? Definitely worth it. With his offer made concrete to Yuto, Peyton turned his attention towards finding something fun, “But if you don’t wanna eat me… I guess we have no choice but to go hunting?”

Yuto gave a satisfied nod at the suggestion, though the blistering heat outside left much to be desired. Grabbing Peyton’s arm once more, he lightly traced the spot on his forearm where his teeth had left their mark, a teasing lilt to his voice, “If I ate any more of you, I wouldn’t have anybody to snuggle with.” He smiled, before tapping his chin in thought. “Can we go at night then? I don’t wanna be burned if we have to wait around for someone to fall into our trap…”

The hot temperatures couldn’t stop the small delightful shiver that ran down Peyton’s spine as he felt Yuto trace the scar on his arm. It had been quite some time since he had gotten that wound, and he frequently lamented at how quickly it seemed to be healing.

“Okay! We can go at night! But I wanna do something right now though,” Peyton said greedily. He reached down for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up so that he could use it to dab away the mysterious black liquid on his boyfriend’s face, “So entertain me, Yutes!”

Yuto tilted his head curiously as Peyton wiped away the smudge, having hardly remembered how that got there. His gaze flickered down to the patch of pale skin where the duo-haired man had lifted his shirt. Sensing an opportunity he couldn’t ignore, a mischievous grin made itself known on his face, an excited giggle bubbling up from his throat. Taffy wanted to play? Then they would play.

Taking the chance, Yuto quickly tickled the shorter man’s ribs before scurrying away, using his hands to stick to the walls to evade Peyton’s retaliation. Peyton doubled over, a giggle forced out of him, before glaring playfully at Yuto. So this was the game that Yutes wanted to play? If so, Peyton was all for it.

“I’ll get you back for that!” Peyton shouted. He knew that he would likely be too short to jump and get Yuto, so he clambered on top of the fireplace’s mantelpiece to get leverage before leaping at Yuto.

With the boost that the mantelpiece gave him, Peyton was able to wrap his arms around Yuto and pull him off of the wall, softening the impact of the fall using Peyton’s own body. In revenge, Peyton reached up to briefly tickle Yuto back underneath the armpits. He placed a kiss on the spider boy’s lips before slipping out and scurrying to the other side of the apartment to evade Yuto.

Yuto let out a squeak of surprise before glaring at the back of Peyton’s retreating head. With a determined huff, he leaped back onto his feet, using his webs to connect to a nearby table before flinging it in an attempt to block his lover’s path.

It worked. With the dining table blocking his path, Peyton was forced to turn back around towards Yuto. If he wanted to evade Yuto, he’d have to go past him, which wasn’t going to work. So instead, he’d welcome him over. Peyton blew a raspberry at Yuto, taunting him, “Come get me~”

Yuto’s brows furrowed in challenge, a playful smirk tilting his lips up. Without wasting another second, Yuto sprang towards him, his arms outstretched as if to grasp onto his shirt. “You’re asking for it!”

Peyton braced to dodge, but he was far too slow. He fell backwards, with Yuto once again landing on top of him. But that didn’t mean that Peyton was going down easy. Reaching up, Peyton lifted Yuto’s shirt and used his other hand to begin tickling Yuto’s belly.

He let out an uncontrollable yelp as he was ruthlessly tickled, his abdomen tensing as he dropped away from Peyton’s evil wormy fingers. He kicked Peyton lightly in the stomach to push him away, crawling on all fours to dive and hide behind the used sofa. “Cheater!”

“Punish me for cheating then!” Peyton said, jubilant at the idea. Despite this submissive mindset, Peyton threw himself on the offense, clambering over the cushions of the sofa to roll onto Yuto. He knew that he was throwing himself right into the fire, as Yuto now also had access to Peyton’s body, but Peyton recklessly trudged on and began to tickle Yuto’s neck.

Yuto let out a terrified shout as his neck was attacked, fervid shivers wracking his body as his senses were overwhelmed. With a defiant grin, he reached beneath his shirt to lightly tickle his sides, giving a retaliating pinch to the soft give of his stomach. “You want more do ya!”

Being tickled was such an agonizingly fun experience. It felt nice to laugh, even if Peyton felt that his giggles were being ripped forcefully from him. His legs thrashed and he twisted around to escape, but he had put himself in this situation. There was no escape.

“Pffft… Heehee, give me all you’ve got!” Peyton exclaimed as he accelerated his assault on Yuto’s neck. All the while, his legs squirmed as he instinctively struggled for escape.

Not being able to take it anymore, Yuto gave one last breathless giggle before shoving Peyton off of him, his chest rising and falling with gasping pants. Smiling, Yuto turned onto his side to face him, his eyes brimming with fond exhilaration.

“So… did I win?” He cackled, sweat from both all the running and the overwhelming heat of the room soaking through the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah, if you wanna say that, you won!” Peyton said in between catching his breath. With the tickle contest over, a wave of exhaustion fell over Peyton, and he fell back onto the threadbare carpet of their apartment. He used the last of his strength to push himself towards Yuto, pecking him on the lips as a reward for his victory. Escaping from New Oasis and leaving behind everything was definitely worth it, especially if he could spend everyday like this with Yuto.

And so, a continent away from the newfound chaos that had now engulfed New Oasis, Peyton and Yuto lived their domestic life. The cicadas began to chirp in the receding light, and shadows were cast on the scattered furniture in the dinky lil apartment that Peyton and Yuto now called home. After years of gang life, their retirement awaited underneath the mellow warmth of a sun that had just dipped below the horizon, left unwritten and far away.

 

• Apr 1, 2025

• #3,953

Elenion Aura

Two Thousand Club

RAPHAEL SHAW

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SCENE:

Fly Away, Zephyr

TIME:

Pre-Arc 4 || 2022

LOCATION:

The Mid Line, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, August

FLY AWAY, ZEPHYR

Time has an awfully funny way of flipping a script on you... And just when you least expect it, too.

After all, Raph recalled it was not too very long ago that he'd been quite keen on killing the person next to him. Or at least... Viciously maiming him. And yet...

The sun was rising high, now. There was birdsong coming from somewhere nearby, somewhere that Raph couldn't place (not that he'd particularly put himself to it). It was shaping up to be a beautiful day.

What a difference time makes.

He leaned forward over the railing, peering down at the sun-dappled surface of the waters of the West River below. His reflection peering back up at him. Raphael barely recognized that strange face in the water. He couldn't pinpoint exactly when it was he'd started avoiding mirrors. When he'd started recoiling at the sight of his own face, because he hated, and could hardly stomach, what he saw. Maybe he always had.

Today, in the current moment, those memories felt far away. Like they belonged to someone else.

That face in the reflection appeared... Lighter, somehow. Freer, than Raph remembered it looking. It was like it was saying to him, 'Well, sure, the world-at-large's still fucked up. But, fuck the world-at-large, right?'

The sunlight was beginning to warm him.

The sky above was bright, blue, and endless.

It was like someone was fiddling with the settings. Everything felt brighter, somehow. More vibrant. Every color, ever edge, every hue; it was all being thrown into sharp relief by virtue of some new, uncanny perspective.

And Raphael had begun to notice. He'd already noticed the sun. When was the last time he'd noticed the sun? Seriously? The fucking sun? Usually, its light was too bright, or it was roasting him in his skin. Not this warm, bright, gentle thing that it had suddenly, conspicuously become.

No, the sun had never done him any favors before. And it was awfully suspicious of it to start now.

But August? Tsk.

It was obvious just looking at him that he and it were old pals, that he was its darling boy. It had, very clearly, done him nothing but favors. In fact, it was favoring him now. Like, right now. The way it draped itself over him, somehow both deepening the tan of his skin until it was almost golden, and also making his dove-feather-white hair shine all the brighter until it was practically iridescent.

It was unfair, really... It was also was soft, and warm, and wonderful, and Raph very much liked to look at him like this.

And he ached, as recognition dawned. Recognition that all things, but especially good things, must come to an end.

"So, that's it, then? Mission accomplished, and all that?" He drawled the words out casual, smooth and unbothered. While in a quite voice, he added, but only for the benefit of his own, tortuous thoughts to hear, ... What happens to us now?

The day really was beautiful.

 

• Apr 2, 2025

• #3,954

simj26

Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout

Moon and Star

, Collab with The One Eyed Bandit

SCENE:

Any Way You Want It

LOCATION:

Sunset Cemetary, Amestria

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Elise

Any Way You Want It

Elise nodded quietly. There was a wistful look in Passeri’s face as she looked over the gravestones that sprawled across the green. What was she thinking, as her rose eyes swept past the epithets? As much as she had gotten to know the Princess over the weeks and months, there were still some things that remained a mystery to her. Yet, even in the unknowable depths that was Passeri, the words she spoke now held some truth. She wasn’t alone, not today, and not for quite a few yesterdays. As for tomorrow, and for the many tomorrows forwards, that remained uncertain.

It was up to her to make sure that was true. Yet another oath thrown into the pile- one to protect the Princess as much as she could to ensure their tomorrows were never lonely ever again.

She drew in a deep breath, and her hand tightened around Passeri’s. She exhaled slowly. With Passeri next to her, her chest didn’t feel as tight as it was, every time she thought of returning. She started forwards, tugging lightly at her partner’s hand.

As they crossed between the cold gravestones, some overtaken by the greenery, some meticulously maintained, some in-between, she began to talk.

“Father took me in when I was just a kid. Dunno how the whole thing worked- I was, by right, a Ruthenian citizen, but somehow, he pulled the strings to take me in after…saving me in Ruthenia. He wasn’t married, and he raised me as a single father.” She had never ever talked about her past to anyone before, and while she would have liked to keep it that way, it didn’t seem fair to her that she knew so much more about Passeri’s past than she did about hers. Besides, the walk was going to be grueling if the silence kept up between them. There didn’t seem to be a better time than this to broach the subject.

“It sounds… Like you were lucky to have him.” Passeri offered her a smile, one which she supposed was meant to be reassuring. Between the two of them, Elise was typically the one more comfortable to sit in silence, and when she did speak it was rarely of herself like this. If she could have, she would have been happy to listen and listen alone, but… To let her stew alone with her words in the quiet of the graveyard air, she felt, would have been more cruel than she could stomach.

“What was he like?” She probed lightly, just enough to keep her going. To show her no matter how small nor how painful it was, she was here to hear whatever it was she wanted or needed to say.

“Rough around the edges.” That was the best she could summarise about him. No, that wasn’t it. She just couldn’t find better words for him. She tried again. “He…tried his best. Said I was his responsibility, and he wanted to live up to it. It wasn’t easy, raising someth– someone like me, but he tried. I didn’t do well at school, as much as both he and I tried, and when I joined up with the boys in green, he wasn’t happy.” A shaky breath as her pace slowed. “I think I should have listened. If it wasn’t for me…” Her eye narrowed, almost as if she was squinting. A brave effort to blink away the resurgence of her pain.

“Don’t say that.” Passeri’s voice was suddenly firm. She stepped around Elise, bringing herself before the other woman. Her eyes- cast up at the sliver of Elise’s own- glimmered gently in the cool embrace of her partner’s shadow, unflinching as she raised her hand to the other woman’s cheek.

“Please… Don’t say that. I know I wasn’t there when it happened… But it wasn’t your fault. The people who sent you out into the frontlines, the people who pulled the trigger… It was theirs.” Despite the look in her eyes, Passeri was afraid. Whenever she saw this look in her eye, that black streak of self loathing that always seemed to dwell deep within the pit of Elise’s subconscious, she was always afraid.

“Just… Um… Keep steady, okay? Tell me more about him. And… What happened, if you can.” Her heart beat nervously as she spoke. She wasn’t sure if she was pushing too hard, or too fast… But she felt she had to do something. She couldn’t bear to see her hurt like this.


The vicious pain snaked away from her eye as Passeri laid her hand on her face. Surprise showed on her expression, then softened. “I’m fine.” Not entirely the truth, but she felt that it could be. As many times as they had gotten used to each other’s touch, the warmth of Passeri’s hand on her face still, somehow, managed to wrap her in an invisible blanket. It always surprised her. Nothing much surprised her. A strange feeling, but not entirely unwelcome. Everything would be okay, everything will be okay, that was what she felt. She raised her own hand to hold onto hers, and allowed her warmth to sink deeper into her face, like a hound nuzzling into its closest friend’s hand.

Still holding on to her hand, she took it away from her face, and continued to escort the Princess down the concrete pavement. Somewhere along the way, possibly when the Princess bestowed upon her that warmth, the pain receded. “It’s not…an interesting story. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong people. Anyone who's had a hand in it are all six feet under now. I made sure of it.”

And yet, even in the fires that consigned them to hell, she felt cold and alone, surrounded by the promise that she'd meet only her enemies again, and not her loved ones. But they died pleading, and that was all that mattered. She didn't need to feel better, she just needed to make sure they hurt.

But here, now, just walking down the shaded pavement, with the whisper of a breeze passing them by, just the two of them, she believed that she really was feeling better. As long as the Princess was here, she was fine.

The One Eyed Bandit