CasualLesbian23
Wild Child with Music in Her Soul
So, it's been a long while since I used this site and went ghost, but I would like to get back into full roleplay. Recently I've fallen in love with My Hero, and I'll say, it strikes my fancy to try roleplaying it. I wrote a starter, and hope some of y'all are interested and we can build a long-lasting roleplay. With all of that said and out of the way, I'm going to go ahead and lay my ground rules.
1) I absolutely will not roleplay with anyone under 18 years old. Roleplaying with minors, even if you're about to turn 18, makes me really uncomfortable, and I don't want to.
2) If you God Mod, I will absolutely stop responding and end the roleplay right there. I've tolerated it in the past, despite it bothering me, and I have decided no more.
3) I have hard and soft limits when it comes to my roleplay and my writing, if you are interested in the roleplay, then we'll talk about that pre-start.
And that's it! I think they're pretty easy rules to follow, so I don't feel bad when I put my foot down.
Now! Here's the starter!
The pairing is Izuku & Anyone, honestly. I'm not opposed to Bakugo trying to win Izu back, but that will be an uphill battle.
Izuku could hardly believe his eyes, the groceries in his hands fell to the floor as he took in the view in front of him. His partner, in both Hero work and domestic life, was in their bed. With someone else. His heart clawed its way into his throat as the man he’d given his heart tried desperately to untangle himself from the other in their bed, tears blurring his vision before he saw red, hearing pathetic excuses for what he was seeing. “Deku where are you going?!” was shouted at his back as he ripped his engagement band from his finger, slinging it at the naked chest in front of him. “F**k you, Katsuki!” ripped from his chest before he could register what he was thinking, feeling, or saying, he ran. His feet took him straight out the door, and down the stairs away from their apartment as fast as they could carry him without activating OFA. His heart was pounding, he could hardly see, he couldn’t think. The rage and grief raging within his heart made his expression and control over his quirk tumultuous. He could feel the ever-present lightning in his legs picking up and trying to carry him faster before he shut it down. The last thing he needed was to break something or lose control while in such an emotionally charged state.
Even as hurt as he was, he still was a Hero, he was still charged with the safety and protection of the citizens of Japan. But right now, he wasn’t Pro-Hero Deku. He was just Izuku Midoriya, a man who had his heart ripped out and stomped on by the one who was supposed to protect it. He ran and ran and ran from the pain until he finally couldn’t go any further. He stopped, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking around, trying to get a handle on where he was. He had a fair estimate, seeing some familiar landmarks before he decided to check the map on his phone. Seeing that there was someone he could trust nearby, Izuku jogged at a slow pace to his dear friend’s home, where he knocked tiredly on the door. He knew he looked a mess, sweaty, puffy eyes, and tear tracks covering his cheeks, far from his fearless smile and picture-perfect persona. He could only hope that they were home and not busy. He would genuinely hate to impose.
(Only censored to make sure we don't get in trouble or flagged)
1) I absolutely will not roleplay with anyone under 18 years old. Roleplaying with minors, even if you're about to turn 18, makes me really uncomfortable, and I don't want to.
2) If you God Mod, I will absolutely stop responding and end the roleplay right there. I've tolerated it in the past, despite it bothering me, and I have decided no more.
3) I have hard and soft limits when it comes to my roleplay and my writing, if you are interested in the roleplay, then we'll talk about that pre-start.
And that's it! I think they're pretty easy rules to follow, so I don't feel bad when I put my foot down.
Now! Here's the starter!
The pairing is Izuku & Anyone, honestly. I'm not opposed to Bakugo trying to win Izu back, but that will be an uphill battle.Izuku could hardly believe his eyes, the groceries in his hands fell to the floor as he took in the view in front of him. His partner, in both Hero work and domestic life, was in their bed. With someone else. His heart clawed its way into his throat as the man he’d given his heart tried desperately to untangle himself from the other in their bed, tears blurring his vision before he saw red, hearing pathetic excuses for what he was seeing. “Deku where are you going?!” was shouted at his back as he ripped his engagement band from his finger, slinging it at the naked chest in front of him. “F**k you, Katsuki!” ripped from his chest before he could register what he was thinking, feeling, or saying, he ran. His feet took him straight out the door, and down the stairs away from their apartment as fast as they could carry him without activating OFA. His heart was pounding, he could hardly see, he couldn’t think. The rage and grief raging within his heart made his expression and control over his quirk tumultuous. He could feel the ever-present lightning in his legs picking up and trying to carry him faster before he shut it down. The last thing he needed was to break something or lose control while in such an emotionally charged state.
Even as hurt as he was, he still was a Hero, he was still charged with the safety and protection of the citizens of Japan. But right now, he wasn’t Pro-Hero Deku. He was just Izuku Midoriya, a man who had his heart ripped out and stomped on by the one who was supposed to protect it. He ran and ran and ran from the pain until he finally couldn’t go any further. He stopped, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking around, trying to get a handle on where he was. He had a fair estimate, seeing some familiar landmarks before he decided to check the map on his phone. Seeing that there was someone he could trust nearby, Izuku jogged at a slow pace to his dear friend’s home, where he knocked tiredly on the door. He knew he looked a mess, sweaty, puffy eyes, and tear tracks covering his cheeks, far from his fearless smile and picture-perfect persona. He could only hope that they were home and not busy. He would genuinely hate to impose.
(Only censored to make sure we don't get in trouble or flagged)
