IwaOi Horror Roleplay <3

✩°｡⋆⸜(̂•ᴗ•̂)⸝‧°☆* HiHi!! The name’s Mari, and I’m hoping to find a long term roleplay partner + (hopefully) friend that’s interested in doing an IwaOi (Haikyu!!) roleplay. If you’re into that, thennnn…. It’s time to get into the actual plot! 

୨୧(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑  Basically, I’m looking to do a IwaOi horror roleplay! Hoping to either do a more-graphic werewolf x human (by graphic I mean more body horror) OR an angel x demon-in-recovery (aka trying to be a better person) where the demon is being lead VERY astray by the angel in the worst sort of ways. 

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ Depending on whatever of the two plots you end up settling on we can workshop it into a more detailed plot! I like to expand on roleplays like this with my partners since it’s usually easier to reach a consensus through talking than to have a firm pre-set plot. All that being said, I’d love to be able to play Iwaizumi. He’s quickly becoming my comfort character, and though I feel like I write him a little flirtier than usual I do my best to keep him in character and give him the love he deserves! 

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄˘⁄)♡ As a little more info about me, I have a tendency to get anxious, overthink, and be generally hyperactive, but I’m pretty quick to adapt to the needs of the other person and don’t mind toning myself down! Plus, I like to think I make up for my flaws with my dedication! I can promise you that, if there is no major events, I’ll try and send replies at least once a week. Also!! I’m a huge games fan with a passion for Colorful Stage and Danganronpa if you ever wanna talk about those! I could easily rant for hours about them <3

(◔◡◔)っJust to make sure we’re on the same page, I’ll be providing an example of my writing below, and though I can certainly write less (or more! I go up to novella) than this, I prefer to stick to at least 4 paragraphs. Trigger warning for mentions of death/murder. 

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“Course ya haven’t, sugar,” Iwaizumi's movements were slow and casual as he lounged on his mattress, the gun that he had carelessly pushed off it landing with a thud on the floor. His posture was relaxed, almost careless, but his sharp eyes never missed a beat. His room was a reflection of his personality - messy, chaotic, and *highly* dangerous. “I ain’t exactly the bland type.”

Said room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from a streetlamp outside that cast a golden sheen over everything. The air was thick with the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke and the acrid tang of alcohol, a heady mix that seemed to cling to the walls and furniture. Iwaizumi continued to lounge on the bed without a care, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Oikawa, who looked so cutely of place in this environment.

Iwaizumi's deep, alluring voice carried a hint of playfulness as he flashed Oikawa a mischievous smile, motioning for him to come closer. "Join me, won’t you?" Iwaizumi said, his lips curled into a grin as he motioned for Oikawa to sit beside him. 

“I know it's a bit of a mess in here," Iwaizumi continued, his voice low and rumbly. "But I'm sure we can find a way to make ourselves comfortable," He reached out rummaging through this nightstand till he emerged victorious: holding up a cold, sweating bottle of beer. 

With trained expertise he popped it open between his teeth and took a long swig, his eyes never leaving Oikawa's face as he offered the bottle to him. "Drink up, baby. I promise it'll make this mess look a lot better." 

Gaze finally leaving Oikawa, Iwaizumi’s hand was unsteady as he grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels on the TV, his eyes darting back and forth across the screen. His guest had already been offered a drink, and thought he may have felt a small twinge of guilt for not being a more hospitable host, his mind was consumed with his true goal - finding out if the city had claimed any new victims.

As the news began to play, Iwaizumi's body tensed with anticipation. He knew that what he was doing was not right, but he couldn't help himself. The lure of new parts, fresh off the corpse of a city victim, was too strong to resist.

His eyes never leaving the screen, Iwaizumi watched as the anchor reported on the latest murder. His hands twitched with excitement, and he fought the urge to let out a triumphant laugh. The anchor's words confirmed what he had been hoping for - a fresh batch of spare parts was now up for grabs.

It wasn't that Iwaizumi didn't care about his guest. It was just that, after years of living in this dystopian society, he had grown numb to the constant stream of death and destruction. He was sure Oikawa could understand, right?