#IS THISD NEW

[tutant]

WHEN YOU HI FIVE CASEY IN SHREDDERS REVENGE HE BLUSHES

#posted this on twitter but i need it everywhere #if i werent so attached to pixie jones thisd be a new icon contender fr fr #shredders revenge

[definitely-tor-browser-official]

@evil-osha does everyone who works at your place use google chrome since google is evil

#onion chat #its evil osha #hi. new gimmick blog circle. thought thisd be funny

[asaarii]

Hi! I would like to make a request. Aphelios x Fem!Albino!Lunari!Reader. Reader has completely white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, and red eyes. She absolutely cannot be in the sunlight. She also has not very good eyesight and hearing (which is typical for all albinos). She goes out on assignments mostly at night, when the sun can't harm her skin. Yes, unlike other Lunari, she wears completely white clothes so as not to be noticeable among the snowdrifts. Thank you very much!

Snowfall ft: aphelios reader: fem wc: 1832 IM SO SORRY THISD TOOK SO LONG JUST TO COME OUT MID. also trying out a new style guys pls dont hurt me cheese

If Aphelios was your eyes and ears…

You squint at the figures from your position in the underbrush, hidden beneath the snow-covered leaves with Aphelios at your side. You attempt to lean in closer, but a hand on your chest stops you. Aphelios shakes his head, holding up three fingers as an indication.

The beat of your heart quickens and you’re lucky to have your lover by your side to keep you from doing anything rash. Though unable to speak due to having consumed the noctum poison prior to your expedition, he quickly signs for the two of you to move quickly.

Winters on Mount Targon are cold, almost comparable to that of Freljordian true ice. Harsh and unyielding, it bites at any exposed skin, seeping into the bones of any unsuspecting trespassers.

Over the years you’ve gotten used to the howling blizzards, bundling in all white to match your hair as a form of camouflage in the high snow piles. On the other hand, Aphelios does not match your sentiment for the art of stealth with his brazen blues and purples that stand out against the pure white snow.

Not that he really needed it anyway, he was strong enough to fend for himself, after all.

The snow crunches beneath your shared footfalls, quickly covered by the raging blizzard. If you listened over the howling wind, you might’ve heard Alune’s near-silent whispers, warning her brother of the oncoming danger.

But you don’t, all you see is his head swiveling, eyes widening a fraction before he’s tackling you to the ground, his chest pressed to your back as his hair tickles your cheek. His breath comes out in frosty puffs, chakram held tightly in his grasp as the sound of footsteps of Mount Targon’s intruders grows closer.

From your place on the ground beneath Aphelios, you see the projectile thrown at the two of you lodged deep in the chunk of a tree. It’s only when Aphelios sits up do you see that the spear had grazed his arm, cutting through the thick fabric and marring his skin with an ugly cut.

He doesn’t wince when you prod at the bleeding wound, numbed to the pain by the poison in his veins. Despite his lack of pain, you still quickly wrap his wound, knowing he’ll complain about it later if you don’t. He pulls you close as soon as you’re done, observant eyes squinting at the heavy blizzard and ears focused on the small shifts of movement through the snow.

You stay situated at his side, trusting his senses as you dart your gaze around despite your dulled vision. 

So long as you were by his side, you felt safe.

…you were his voice.

Even outside of the effects of the poison, Aphelios was a quiet man. Not many knew the sound of his voice, or even if he spoke at all. Those who did didn’t hear it often.

Other than you, of course.

You spoke on his behalf during general meetings or gatherings of soldiers. He almost always whispered in your ear, making sure to press his lips against the shell of your ear just to make sure you wouldn’t miss a word he said. You would nod, offering input before relaying the message to the rest of the group.

Younger soldiers would peer curiously between the two of you, unused to seeing the stoic super soldier so…content. The older soldiers would laugh lightly, teasing the two of you by asking Aphelios to speak up, garnering a glare and eye-roll from the obsidian-haired male.

A dynamic built upon your shortcomings that flourishes beneath the beauty of the moon itself.

Quite literally, actually, considering that you couldn’t be out in the sun for long periods of time.

Not that he really cared, seeing that he grew up guided by the moon alongside his sister.

Regardless, he’s nothing if not observant.

He sees the way you long for the warmth of the sun, despite being unable to stay under it for long.

So while you sleep during the daylight hours, he sneaks out of your shared residence, venturing to a meadow nearby seemingly untouched by the harsh winter snow.

He brings back flowers, white ones specifically as they remind him of you.

He presses them with guidance from the priestesses back at camp who giggle at his act of affection

“She’s really happy to have someone like you,” they would often say.

And though they couldn’t see the crimson that speckled his cheeks from beneath their eye-coverings, they still hear the near unnoticeable flustered twinge in his voice as he offers a hum of agreement.

Just as sneakily as he snuck out, he sneaks back in, placing your gift nearby before crawling back into bed with you.

He trusts you with his whole life, which means a lot coming from him.

You and Alune had each guided him in your own ways, and he can never express how truly grateful he is to the both of you.

Together, he and his sister were a weapon, a force that knew only of the destruction of any who stood in the path of the Lunari.

But with you, he’s merely a man.

And by the gods, does he love you.

The light of his life.

That’s how he would describe you.

In both appearance and personality, you are his beacon; the brightest star in a hopeless night filled with war and the unending cycle of death. 

You, on the other hand, look at Aphelios as though he was the one to hang the moon and stars themselves in the sky.

In spite of his cold demeanor and rather off-putting aloofness, he never treats you less than anyone else, even if you can’t see or hear as well as others who have been trained since birth to hear and see nearly every shift in a general vicinity.

White hair is not an uncommon trait for Lunari, hell, Alune herself bears it, but what really drew Aphelios in was the striking red eyes that widened upon seeing him.

He enjoys staring into them, losing himself in the same color of which he once loathed.

Red had once been his least favorite color.

To him, it represented nothing more than carnage and bloodshed, ranging from the dulled color of blood smeared across the ground after a battle well-fought, all the way to the bright streaks left behind after each practiced swing of his severum. He preferred lighter, more calming blues, as opposed to striking reds. Though, that was simply his opinion.

He was sure that he would keep this opinion till the day he died, finding no positive things to associate with the aforementioned color.

During the rare moments when the poison was still in effect after a battle, Alune would speak to him, asking about how things were going, pointing out small changes in her brother that others had yet to notice, and simply talking to spend as much time as possible to be with him.

When she had caught wind of his least favorite color, she grew curious. Of course, her brother was free to feel however he wished about something as mundane as a color, but this did not relent her subtle teasing.

“You know, brother…” She starts. Aphelios does not like the playful lilt in her voice as he pauses his trek back to base to listen. “Those of other regions often associate the color red with that of love.” He can hear her attempt to negate her laughter through the waning connection and rolls his eyes at his sister's antics. She continues, though her voice is softer now and the ache of battle is beginning to take its toll on him, “Perhaps your disdain for the color is a sign that you’ll never find love.”

Her voice soon fades into a dull ringing, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Love was never a concept he truly ever focused on, too busy with training and defending the Lunari from any outside threats. Though, he recalls Alune watching the older couples during the midst of their training, eyes wide and curious with child-like wonder as they whispered declarations of love before setting off on their respective expeditions. She had always been fond of the concept of romance, being swept off her feet by a force unlike any other. Aphelios, on the other hand, was not a fan of the idea of being caught off guard and left in such a vulnerable position, but Alune had merely rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as their training resumed.

That being said, he was unsure of how his distaste for a certain color correlates in any way to his love life. Too entrapped with his thoughts, the usually keen soldier fails to notice the figure in front of him. 

His eyes widen as he bumps into you, luckily catching you with his scarily quick reflexes. Your gazes meet, and the first thing he can’t help but notice is the color of your eyes. The striking shade of red only highlighted beneath the soft light of the moon. You’re quick to scurry off after a multitude of apologies to the prized soldier of the Lunari, who merely blinks blankly at you in response.

When next he and Alune have time to indulge themselves outside of battle, Alune is quick to learn that maybe, just maybe, red isn’t so bad a color.

BONUS:

Snow drifts down in slow, small clumps, covering the rocky floor of your temporary residence in a fluffy white sheet. Winters on Mount Targon were always blisteringly cold, even more so during the night.

You stick your hand out, allowing a few of the snowflakes to land on your hand before watching them melt. The light of the full moon beckons you forth where the sun doesn’t, pulling you from the confines of your claustrophobic home and out into the world.

The sound of snow crushing beneath careful footfalls draws your attention away from the falling snow, your pure white robes swaying with your sudden jolt of movement. You squint your eyes in an attempt to discern who the perpetrator is through the increasing snowfall before relaxing, tense shoulders slumping in relief.

“Phel,” you greet your lover with a gentle smile when he gets close enough. Snow litters his hair, seemingly dying the inky strands a similar color to that of your own. It’s a silly sight, and you giggle, running a hand through his hair to clear it of snow, even if it starts to regather as soon as you do.

He hums in response, leaning into your touch before placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulls you in a hug. You relish in his warmth, and wrap your arms around his waist in turn, nuzzling into the thick fabric of his jacket.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other’s presence beneath the moon and snow. 

©asarii 2023 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

#league of legends—・❥ #league of legends #league of legends x reader #aphelios x reader #aphelios league of legends

[jelly-sandwichy]

just finished rhe new puppet history ep!

also ik window isnt a real puppet but if they were thisd be their reaction to pope hat (i noticed their designs weer a bit similar)

#puppet history #watcher #god puppet history #jellysandwichy art

[bulborb-posting]

I skleerp nopw. Goods niughjt. Fore dayu ogf new thinhg? Thisd goopd.

#bulborb #post #picture

[swagginmun]

THE NEW INTRO DROPPED FOR LMK I CANT DO THISD AGAIN----

#swagginthoughts #PLEASE PLEASE OMGGGGGGGGGGG

[crayycrayon]

not to be that guy but hear me out.. hiring multiple people because they tend to not last doesn't auto mean Celia will die first... it'd be really fucked up if Sam died first I think because I mean.... not every new hire will last

do I realistically think thisd happen? no, Sam would have to pass the reigns on the magnus insitue research onto something else and I think the odds of someone taking him up on it are low (Alice advices against it, Gwen is focused on work, Colin is... Colin, basically meaning Celia is the most likely person and we don't know enough about her yet to make that judgment)

#thought id throw it out into the world #not a super serious theory but #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp theory

[nyaskitten]

Would FSM 2.0 baby manifest the overlord again?

SHDHRIGHIROHVIOFHFGIOR i guess so... you know what thisd make for a very funny (not canon to main timeline) story ... yuichi and aki have a kid and unlike fsm, this guy stays and causes all sorts of god problems. like making a new satan that yuichi and aki either stomp to death every few thousand years, or they adopt as their own.

#:O WIA T =IDEA !!!! #WHAT IF #THEY DO HAVE A KID #BUT SPLIT IT INTO ONI AND DRAGON EXCLUSIVELY #TO AVOID IT BEING TOO OP ... #ninjago #anon asks #raine's rambles #PLS SEND MORE OC RELATED ASKS CHAT

[arcsin27]

until atlus and/or perfect games corrects me im holding onto the theory that p5x is about akechi wishing he could go back in time to undo everything hes done and have another chance at a normal life (with ren maybe? "if only wed met a few years earlier").

maybe as a disguise, a desire for a completely fresh start, or thats just what he looked like back then, akechi appears as a second year with shorter red hair.

akechi is wonder. they have a few minor visual similarities (black outfit with a high collar and red lenses over the eyes of the mask, and both their actual eyes are reddish). also, we know that wonder was responsible for some big "choice" that caught luffys attention. in this theory that choice was to either create or enter this new reality. this would also explain that rumor a while back that we're getting an akechi spinoff game

but the time travel (er i suppose dimension hopping, whichd explain the altered signs and landmarks around tokyo shown in the trailers) was unstable or it fucked up or something, and now time is all outta whack. a la spiderverse, the various times and universes are converging, and people from across existence are appearing in p5x's tokyo.

this is your gacha system. whos gonna pop outta the wormhole? buy currency and maybe the next arrival will be yosuke hanamura! or maki sonomura! or akihiko sanada as a sees member! or akihiko sanada as a shadow ops member! i mean, the universe is falling apart anyways, might as well take advantage of the cracks in reality and enlist some help from fellow experienced persona users if you can pull them from the lootbox.

im not sure about every detail of this headcanon though. would akechi remember the past year? was it a conscious choice or an accident? who sent him here? maruki? philemon? and why is his outfit so different from both forms we saw in p5?

also DISCLAIMER: i know this wont happen. wonder really doesnt look that much like akechi the longer i look at him. thisd be really dumb and out of left field (hell, as much as i love persona 2 innocent sin, that games universe hopping time travel shit was lowkey infuriating), and it relies heavily on the ending of another game that it clearly has very little to do with. im also not great with characterization and symbolism so its very possible and even highly likely that this plot would undermine a lot of akechi's personality and development in royal. like yknow not wanting to leave his true reality even if the other one can give him everything he wanted. so if this is the actual plot thatd kinda be terrible, this is more of a crack theory or really just a fun fanfic au idea :)

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 the phantom x #p5x #longish post #akechi #crack theory

[edgyybabyy]

Hello, first sorry for my bad language, second i'm new to edging so i want to know how can i edge myself by clit until crying

ummm well usually I use my vibrator bc it lets me get rly close and pull it away quick so i ddont cum

hard edges r really difficult for me unless I have someone tellinh me to do them so maybe try just keeping urself rly aroused n stoppinh whenever u feel like ur getting close to cumming

im a little braindead rn bc im touching mysekf but I hope thisd helps

#edging kink #denial kink #edging. #denial. #ask

[cozypups]

GUYS I DON'T KNOW THE CONTEXT OF THE ORIGINAL ART BUT I FOUND THISD ON PIXIV

new favorite PIC OF ME (link to the artist)

#🐬

[kidfoundonstreets]

oh sgit yea dasd has a didscord thisd isdnt new,..

[shopcat]

OH SHIT YOU'RE FOX. i didnt recognize you bro iw anted to tell you theyre selling scoops ahoy ice cream i saw it in walmart and i was like holy shit i should tell fox my mutual fox about thisd

LOL that's kind of funny i didn't know they were selling it in walmar i wonder why theyre doing a new scoops promotion years after it came out 😭

#asks #they look kind of like fun flavours but who's to say .. guy who only likes ben and jerrys the tonight dough but hates j*mmy fallon #also thank you for thinking of me ^_^

[eganeyes]

#not to be insane or anything but in omageverse thisd be like them coming by to scent new pack members

ohhhhhhhh my god

lmaoooo from this post 😭

i mean you could see it in like a normal sense them being unquestionable leaders of the 100th greeting the new guys and everything as well as a chaotic introduction for rosie's particular brand of silliness BUT

why be normal when you can be free and make a harmless post a/b/o?

also for like angst purposes etc when they don't return the base is left with their fading scent, some actively trying not to touch their usual seats and beds and lockers so their scent remains but its inevitable the next month any trace of their scents is gone and new replacements will never feel the comfort of their crackling scents mingling with their own. dougie, ev, croz, etc try to pick up the slack but how can they when theyve drowned in those two's scent (so intertwined it's basically one) since before they landed in england and done combat missions? replacements finding comfort in their scents but where do they find comfort now that their pack leaders are gone?

(also using this post to sort of tell another very sweet anon who actually requested something that its coming along i swear just give me a moment 😭)

#thank u anon for actually calling me out on my tags #sorry for the added paragraph literally nobody asked for

[melissa-titanium]

hey what do you think ophiuchus and cetuses (the new zodiacs according to the calender and google) homestuckacafied versions would be?

OMG . QUITE THE INTERESTING QUESTION MY FRAND :) ophiuchus is i think what caliborn and calliope are based on BUT CETUS!? i have not seen anything for that ehehe... i know NOTHGING about like. actual zodaics but quicklt looking it up

is thiiis the sign!?

thisd be SUCH a cool sign for an extra seadweller caste because im sorry but TWO seadwelling castes is very few i wish there was more ! or not really, but its cool to speculate what it would be like if there WAS more. very Whale-like appearance.. but it also kinda reminds me of an anglerfish. maybe it could be a caste of deep-sea dwellers, like the twilight zone and stuff! maybe they just hang out so deep in the water that other castes kinda forgot about them. or maybe theyre like the lowest seadwelling caste that might be cool.l ...

maybe it could be shoved inbetween purple and violet.... I DUNNO! just something to speculate on. :)

#asks

[thegodshavehorns]

Into Thin Air (2/4)

Chapter 2. Without Choice

Your name is Roxy Lalonde, and in no way are you cut out to be a mother. The very notion is ridiculous. It's laughable. Ha ha. No.

You're a mess! In the past year, your life has gone quite rapidly down the shitter. You can barely hold it together at work, and now this?

You look down miserably at the little baby in your arms. Your daughter, legally and, according to the lab, genetically as well. She coos.

You tried to give the baby to someone else. You're pretty sure that 'finders keepers' doesn't apply to magic god-babies that fall out of the sky, nor to the state's foster care system.

But no. Apparently, the gods have ordained that you raise this helpless infant. Even now, the social services worker, who has broken into a cold sweat, is explaining about how some convoluted law, signed decades ago, makes it so that if a child is of possibly-divine or otherworldly origin, they fall under jurisdiction of certain NGOs, which of course answer to their boards of officers, which in turn are mostly staffed by ranked Angels and higher-ups at SkaiaCorp. And they placed her with you.

You leave in a huff. This is so unfair. Not just to you, but to this nominally-innocent baby girl, pink-eyed and guileless, with chubby pink baby cheeks and blonde baby curls... this... sky-spawned... cute little... snot-nosed... wiggler... kid!

While you make your way miserably back to your car, bouncing the baby and thinking about the cost of infant formula, your cellphone beeps.

-----twinArmageddons (TA) has begun trolling tipsyGnostalgic (TG)-----

TG: whadsyu want

TA: ii 2ee you tried two get riid of her again.

TA: iits startiing two get annoyiing.

TG: i cant believe taht u thk i can raisd s baby

TG: i casn bsrely raise mySLEF

TA: are you drunk agaiin?

TG: no im txtng wit lelft hsnd

TG: baby in oyther

TA: that2 2weet. what are you goiing to name her?

TG: u cant do thisd to meeee ill get a lawyr.

TA: miine2 better.

You're too distraught to text back for several minutes. Then...

TA: iill giive you a promotiion.

TG: wat

TA: keep the kiid, and iill giive you a promotiion.

TG: fuk u. that is not fair!

TA: what priice would be faiir two you?

TG: i cant be boght

TA: yes you can. what priice?

TG: its not fair to the kid. im not fair for her.

TA: then 2top the driinkiing. 2iimple 2olutiion, lalonde.

TA: at lea2t untiil you can put her iinto boardiing kiindergarten.

TG: stop drinking

TG: you say that like its simple

TA: well, your 2pelling has iimproved in the la2t few text2, 2o 2omethiing mu2t be 2iinkiing iin.

TG: i put her down, asshole. i'm in the car.

TG: anyway boarding school is expensive.

TA: 2o, youre 2ayiing that

TA: you need a raii2e?

TG: fuck u.

-----tipsyGnostalgic has blocked twinArmageddons!-----

That'll hold him a few seconds. You look over at the baby, who has fallen asleep. Give up drinking? You feel a cold wash of relief, followed immediately by a weird dread. You'll lose something, if you stop drinking. You know you will. But you don't know what.

Your cellphone beeps again.

-----twinArmageddons has sent an attachment: The Baby Name Wizard: A Magical Method for Finding the Perfect Name for Your Baby-----

Dammit. You're going to need to buy a lot of diapers.

--

Your name is Roxy Lalonde, and your new home is real swank. Huge, spare, and stylish in all the right ways. There's plenty of cupboards to hold booze, which is both delightful and most unhelpful, a gigantic foyer, just in case you get any visitors from work, and a secret lab in the basement, for personal projects.

You feel precisely zero regret for buying it on the company dollar. After all, in sixteen years, it won't matter in the least.

Speaking of, the baby is crying.

You take a sip of wine. No, not "the baby." Rose. Rose is crying. Right.

You go to Rose's room - lavishly cushioned and pink - and make reassuring sounds at the baby. "Don't cry, don't cry," you coo to her. You set your wine glass down on the windowsill and pick her up. "Nothing to cry about, it's all just our collective fates, yes Rosie, there there."

The wailing tot calms, eventually, and falls asleep in your arms. She's damn cute. You imagine her growing up. Learning to talk, and read, and write, and do differential calculus. Maybe. Your stomach ties into a knot. You'll have to teach her how to code before she hits puberty, or she won't be any good at it by the time the world ends and she turns into a god.

Maybe.

You look at your sleeping daughter. Neither of you asked for this, but there it is.

You can't do this. You have to do this.

You take a deep breath and gently lay Rose down in her crib. One day after the next. Just keep walking forward. Sixteen years of living death, and then it'll be over.

You pick your wine glass up again, and drink deep. You need to get your mind off of this.

Assured that Rose is sleeping well for now, you go back to your own room, and open your note drawer. Quite a few notes have built up by now, all encoded, all nonsensical, all in your own handwriting.

brokn arrows?? use tittytantium shaft lol

wont talk abt the hhoarn broken 1 Y????

lol doesnt no liek swears

fiddlestix u 2 mistr

saggy = saddy roflmao

cant tap dat robutt lol

said robot dont havf anusiz im gonna puke

4. there r 4. <== most usseful thin hes sayd

lol imma need sum new tolwls

Yeah, you don't know what to do with these. They feel important, but you don't have a fucking clue what they are supposed to mean. They're an enigma wrapped in a mystery, but at least they'll engage your tipsy brain until you black out.

That's the best you can ask for, these days.

#homestuck #into thin air #roxy lalonde #sollux captor #rose lalonde #babies #homestuck fanfiction #godstuck fic #godstuck au