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@fyu-ture​ @timecxtter​

#right up your alley #s #{ ooc }

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“... You know what, I’ll speak up this time.”

“Gods aren’t babysitters; we never made any promises to love and uplift mortals, because, at the end of the day, that’s not what we were made for. We were made to please Zeno and maintain universal balance, no more and no less. Mortals are part of it, yes, but individual mortals aren’t that important. That’s why, normally, shinjin are kept cloistered far away from living mortals, and why Angels tend to pick mortals with little to no love for others to become Gods of Destruction. To focus too much on the smaller picture is to risk the universe for a temporary problem.”

#{ IC } #{ dash commentary } #god it's been forever #here's a hot take #sorry kiki but your gal is a bit cold

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// Definitely gonna do a dash comm post when I get home.

#{ ooc } #finally have some muse for here!

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Hey, I made an animatic.

#{ mun art } #{ ooc } #eyyyyyyy #not dead!

[nuciferaneophyte]

She gave him a long, searching look. Even after all this time, ages of failure and struggle, he refused to give up. She had to admit to admiring his resolve, as useless as it seemed. She took a sip of her own drink, and said,

“I can’t change your mind for you. Just remember, we’re always here if you wanna talk.”

The Grand Priest was never the best at debriefing, she recalled. Now that she thought of it, he hadn’t contacted them ever since they were reassigned to the Outerworlds. She let the alcohol burn away those dismal thoughts into a pleasant numbness.

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She looked at the look on his face, and held up a spare glass, not speaking the offer aloud. He’d decide on his own terms, she trusted that much.

She nodded, “Yeah, boss seemed impressed with the fight your mortals put up; at least they’ve got some drive.”

“It’d probably do some good to keep an eye out for replacements,” she said, swirling her drink, “You do still have the authority to do that, right?”

Mojito stared at the glass for a few moments before taking it, as if to wonder if drinking right now would be in his best interest.  It was no surprise that he gave in this easily.  If anything the burn of the alcohol reminded him that he could feel something.

“All they have ever done is suffer,” Mojito sighed as he took place beside of her.  "That’s why the entire tournament was disappointing.  Whether or not we lost, I knew it wouldn’t be permanent…and why would it be? It’s so much easier for Universe Seven try and make ammends to be in our good graces…as if that’s something to be had with me.“

Whis’ acceptance from the Grand Priest after the whole ordeal just made him all the more bitter.

Thinking about it made him take a sip of the alcohol. The burning of his throat felt like the incineration of his pride.

The angel furrowed his eyebrows.  "They may be mistakes, but they are mine.  I’d like to make things work, even if they are a bit…disappointing.”

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#{ makkora } #{ IC } #askmojito #{ replies }

[nuciferaneophyte]

Refresher sketch of Ina!

#{ Ina } #{ mun art } #{ ooc } #been too long

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// Discord’s not letting me post....

#// ooc

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Fade into the background { Ina! if he remembers her as a baby - nuciferaneophyte }

(Of course he does)

Life had always been a strange, yet foreign concept to him - life in normal terms, the natural cycle of all things.  It all seemed so fleeting.

One day he held her in his hands, a precious symbol of new life and endless possibilities.  She was so small and calm, clutching at his robes for security and gazing upon him with startdust in her eyes.

A tiny being he wished good fortune on.

It seemed just that was happening. She had found someone to love, someone she felt worthy of her body, mind and soul.  As much as he may feel like somewhat of a brooding hen, wishing to protect her from harm, she had assured him that her lover would treat her with gentility and adoration.  So, he would trust her choices.  After all, she had grown wise despite a part of him seeing her through nostalgic lenses.

Seeing Ina walk down the isle, donned in a beautiful wedding dress with the love of her life filled Mojito with a sense of pride.  She had grown into a beautiful woman, shining brightly on her happiest day.

And as she passed him, a small smile adored his face.

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#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is so sweet! #{ ooc } #{ Ina } #askmojito

[nuciferaneophyte]

Take him on a tour of her homeworld, and talk about the history of the place, it's eons of civilizations, and her ancestors. After a long walk through the mountains, she'd take him to a secluded spot among the divine tree's vines to a fountain covered with flowers. The "fountain of youth," according to the locals.

On anon, describe a date that your muse would take mine on and  they’ll say if they’d be interested based just off of the description. | Accepting 

“It’s always an honor for me to learn more about mortals and their history, their lives and everything that makes them so…magnificent, in my eyes!

You know I’d go anywhere that has flowers! And the fountain of youth…I’ve heard several tales about it, a long time ago. I wonder if a single drop of it would bring me back a few centuries of my youth…

I’m up for it!”

#kibitoshinn #{ ooc } #{ Ina }

[nuciferaneophyte]

// I don’t know how to do those artsy promos, so reblog if you want to interact with one or more of four Dragon Ball OCs.

Rules | Bios

#{ promo } #check out my new blog!

[nuciferaneophyte]

Mobile Rules, for those who do dash-only stuff:

Do not spam my askbox or IMs asking for replies.

I drop threads sometimes, seemingly out of nowhere. Usually I don’t get the notification, I can’t really come up with anything interesting to add, or I get so busy that I forget. Please don’t take it personally if a thread is dropped.

Literacy is preferable; I can excuse minor grammatical and spelling mistakes (I know a lot of people in the fandom have English as a second language), but if I can’t understand you, I can’t interact.

Do not reblog threads you are not participating in.

Do not reblog personal ooc posts (art, writing advice, and memes are fine within reason).

I am not a meme archive; please reblog memes from the archive I got them from instead.

I do not tolerate racist, anti-LGBT+ (ace and trans exclusionism falls under this category), sexist, or similarly xenophobic sentiments. Character interactions may include a bit of fantasy bigotry (they are aliens, after all), but if it crosses into IRL territory, that’s a no-no.

My muses are not your punching bags. If you want to take out your anger on something, go punch a pillow, don’t try to play “my muse can beat up your muse” on the Internet.

Similarly, I am not my muses. My values and personality don’t reflect theirs. Please respect that.

If you want me to draw something for you, either wait until I post an art meme or commission me.

I don’t do sex RP.

I will discuss NSFW headcanons, but I am very strict with how it plays out; you must ask for and get permission before we start talking about NSFW headcanons. You must be able to confirm that you are in fact 18+ and any muses involved in the discussion are also 18+.

I will not humor incest, pedophilia, noncon, fetishization of minorities (including lesbians, intersex people, transgender people, etc) or any fetishes that give off that impression.

If your headcanons don’t involve my muses in some manner, keep it to yourself. Make a headcanon post, don’t blow up my DMs or askbox with it.

Body horror, moral ambiguity out of necessity, abuse, among other things are major themes in my characters’ backstories, especially my angel characters. I do tag triggers whenever possible, but sometimes it cannot be helped.

#{ rules } #{ ooc } #{ dash commentary } #in a sense #i've been seeing some drama on the dash and felt like reiterating some things

[nuciferaneophyte]

// Some random canon angel headcanons:

Camparri’s the type who probably took things apart as a kid.

Whis is definitely one of the younger siblings, but probably not the youngest. He’s not quite that spoiled, but he’s certainly not the paternal type.

I don’t think any of them have really handled children before besides Cus. First time Vados held Whis as a baby poor Cus had to remind her that “No you don’t hold him by his ankles, dear Zeno!”

Marcarita picked up her overly polite manner of speech from their mom.

They have a lot more siblings (as in, probably hundreds born over the eons), but the twelve currently acting as attendants are the strongest twelve.

Cucatail has trouble getting through doors sometimes, especially in smaller houses. Ogma had to have the doors at her house widened to let him have an easier time when visiting for business.

#note: these don't have anything to do with other blogs #this is in this blog's canon #{ ooc } #{ headcanon }

[nuciferaneophyte]

           You think they are all dead, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳.                                         (ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇꜰᴛ) 

                                                              —𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀'𝑹𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑫

#{ promo } #!!! #{ ooc }

[nuciferaneophyte]

// Note to self: finish up that second oc blog.

#{ ooc }

[nuciferaneophyte]

                         "𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖆!“

                                                   RULES // ABOUT

#hooray for obscure ish characters! #{ promo } #{ ooc }

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“Isn’t your corner of the universe the one run by an overgrown rat?” Naina said, finishing her message with a little heart at the end. She didn’t know what she should have expected, really; Oro was so far up their own ass that they probably can’t even see the writing on the wall.

“An overgrown rat that dresses better than you, by the way.”

Naina hoped that would hit a little closer to home.

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Pausing from writing “ORODOROS SUCKS CO-” for just a second, Naina gave them a blank stare. She gestured to the scrawling,

“What does it look like I’m doing, you vain virgin? Calling you out to the whole neighborhood.”

Said random sap also happened to be her new equal in status, so she didn’t care. Dabura’d probably laugh at the audacity anyway if he ever actually slept in his own house.

   A very slow, measured blink, as if they have trouble processing the sheer inanity of it all. Their eyes drift up to the back of their skull, and they audibly sigh.

   “So–Do I suck cock, or am I a vain virgin? Make up your mind, much?”

   They toss their head back, hoops rattlings on their ears as they shrug, considering the interaction a complete waste of time–but put both hands on their hips as they begin to wander across the front of the walls scrawled in ink.

   “What the absolute fuck do I care what some shitty’ neighborhood’ in the armpit of the multiverse cares?

   “And since when did literally any demon give a shit about how much cock you’ve sucked? Did you have neurotoxin for breakfast?”

#urumisu #{ replies } #{ ic } #{ demon!Ina }

[nuciferaneophyte]

Pausing from writing “ORODOROS SUCKS CO-” for just a second, Naina gave them a blank stare. She gestured to the scrawling,

“What does it look like I’m doing, you vain virgin? Calling you out to the whole neighborhood.”

Said random sap also happened to be her new equal in status, so she didn’t care. Dabura’d probably laugh at the audacity anyway if he ever actually slept in his own house.

@urumisu

The promotion had been a whirlwind of emotions and new responsibilities, so Naina was glad to have an opportunity to loosen up. She took the marker and scribbled all over the surface of the door, spelling out some demonic vulgarities - cursing but not the magical kind - and grinned with excitement. Orodoros was gonna be pissed.

#{ demon!Ina } #urumisu #{ ic } #I forgot to say that it was oro's house but i'll make due #{ replies }