#YOUR KING IS PURE OF HEART BUT DUMB OF ASS

[kingofsalmonids]

BIG RUN TODAY. 1 HOUR.

BIG RUN BIG FUN!

#OH MY GOD IT IS TODAY I TAGGED IT WRONG #I’M SO SORRY EVERYONE #YOUR KING IS PURE OF HEART BUT DUMB OF ASS #splatoon #splatoon 3 #cohozuna #salmon run #splatoon meme #big run #salmonid #horrorboros #my art #comic #totk #tears of the kingdom

[lonelystarrs]

Tugs & Texts

Barou Shouei x FemReader

With how you’d both met at twelve and how you promised to make his life hell in school no one would have guessed you’d be dating at sixteen. At eighteen Barou left for Blue Lock and you both started learning it wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought. But there you were, always support him in every sense with your quirky ass ways. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, it also makes tension rise in the best fucking way. You’d be the death of him he was sure of it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • Blue Lock timeline • both virgins • phone sex • smut • fluff • Barou is smitten • size kink •

If people knew how you met Barou then they’d never have guessed he’d eventually be the one to start dating you. Kicking a ball into his face at the age of twelve because he was apparently bullying another kid. Barou called it ‘saying it how it was to save them making a fool of themselves in the future’, you called it mean, egotistical and bullying. It wasn’t the most romantic story to tell on how you both met, sure, but you still laughed telling it. 

But that was how it happened.

He said some mean shit to your friend about his uselessness at soccer and you went absolutely fucking not. 

He was impressed by the power and accuracy of the strike, none the less from a girl and the fact you’d caught him off guard. 

Barou Shouei was a ripe asshole of a person long before his age made double digits and you simply didn’t stand for it.

You promised you’d make his life hell since that day and you left little twelve year old him stood dumb founded with a nose bleed and his heart kicking in his ribs. 

It developed over the years, the constant bickering —god the teachers hated you both in the same class, apart from that one art teacher that seemed to know something no one else did, but that part will come in a sec. 

It pissed him off at the start with how you never backed down to him and never got upset with his ways —as he got older it got weirdly fucking endearing. 

So endearing in fact that his teenage mind and hormones started to act up changing his view on you. He tried to remain stubborn, truly he did, acting like you were a pain in his ass and nothing more. 

But he wasn’t the only teenage boy with boiling hormones and a mind quickly adapting to it… So when other guys also started taking notice of how much prettier you were getting, how your body started to change that’s when it became an issue for Barou. 

He absolutely wasn’t developing feelings for you —it was purely hormones and he was human much to others denial of it. 

But that’s where the art teacher stepped in, the only one brave enough to pair you and Barou together for a project. It caused silence in the class when she announced it, even the students stunned she’d make such a foolish choice. That evil glint in her eyes, her quiet evil cackle as she drummed her fingers together in her corner watching you together. 

That was also the day he started to really changed his mind on you, he still remembers it clearly. 

He fucking hated arts, it was messy and shit got everywhere. He didn’t have an artistic bone in his body either and he wasn’t about to try. 

You stepped in for him surprising him with how good you actually were at drawing, you picked up the charcoal and went for it. He just sat and watched you, red eyes softening as he really took a look at you. Your tongue poking out as you concentrated, your hair tucked behind your ear to keep from your eyes even though loose strands were falling from your messy bun. 

Your skirt riding higher than it should be, those thigh high socks causing a little dip in your thighs at the rim. He felt heat crawl up his neck and he cleared his throat looking back up to what the hell you were drawing. 

When you signed it off with a title and slid it over to him he realised what it was, his hairstyle was hardly unrecognisable so he knew it was him. 

You’d draw him in charcoal, striking a goal. 

‘The Kings Strike.’ 

That’s what you called it, you waved him off saying it was nothing and it was from his game last weekend. He found out you had photographic memory and he also found out you’d been attending his games. 

Just cause your girl friends wanted to go and cheer on the boys, but you only went to be social —apparently. Not interested in the sweaty men running around with egos over balls and nets. 

Your blabbering fell on deaf ears because it was difficult for him to ignore how black your fingers had gotten whilst smudging the charcoal. So he reached for his back pack and pulled out his trusty cleaning wipes, ignoring you laughing about his supply of them. The bell ringing was deaf on you as you watched Barou Shouei cleaning your hands of charcoal, his hands were so soft and warm, despite his rough personality he was gentle, thumbs massaging over your fingers to rub out the black stains. His eyes fixed on the task, then telling you to be at his game this coming weekend and to sit on the front row. 

He took the drawing, he still has it at home but it’s framed —you had no idea he’d done that.

Interactions started changing from then; he sat near you in most classes willing to pair up, his reaction to your taunting was less aggressive and you eventually turned into flirting with him covering it with humour. He always cleaned your hands after arts, he always corrected your uniform if it went out of line.

Then he started handing you water after PE telling your dumbass to keep hydrated and he glared at guys who tried coming up to you, never saying a word but Barou never had to. It was subtle to start with until it got so noticeable that rumours flying around that you were Barou’s girl and it didn’t take him long to let everyone know it was true. 

At sixteen Barou made his decision and told you to date him because he could tolerate you, hardly romantic but Barou wasn’t.

You left him alone for his soccer and respected his passion towards it, after all you never knew Barou any differently. It came first for him and you never asked for anything otherwise.

Everything was fine, surprisingly good actually and he was a great boyfriend. You swiftly both turning eighteen and that’s when lives started to take different paths. 

Him leaving for blue lock was a hard adjustment, you didn’t think it would be until he was gone with no contact, practically disappearing from your life without much notice which you really didn’t appreciate and let him know about it. 

It wasn’t nice, but not an adjustment you hated because he was doing him and you kept yourself busy for your studies. You’d never tell him how shitty the nights could be sometimes, how it did actually affect you more than you’d like to admit because he was chasing his dreams. Not like how you felt would ever stop him but you just didn’t think it would help anything. 

So you coped, you adjusted, you suffered in a way that he’d never know about because you didn’t think he needed to. Besides that was your problem to deal with, not his, you couldn’t rely on him all the time. It was unhealthy. 

Your phone was drier than his dry ass texts, because he wasn’t allowed access to it in Blue Lock. 

Until the day your phone did ring, Barou’s ID as clear as day on the lit up screen, gracing your eyes with him working out shirtless days before he left for Blue Lock. Your heart leaped into your throat and you answered it a little too keenly, almost dropping it as you slid the bar to answer.

Barou however wasn’t himself, he sat in the empty canteen alone, Isagi had left him after eating. Throughout his entire time here he had succeeded and even though him being stolen for Isagi and Nagi’s team wasn’t a bad move he still felt the affects of that match replaying in his mind days later. That shitty feeling of defeat was resurfacing, clawing at the back of his skull and churning something foreign in his stomach.

Truthfully, it shook him seeing Isagi and Nagi push him aside, a lesson learnt and a new drive for the king, sure. How you grow is from crap happening and he was fine with it. 

He learned from pain, he wasn’t wallowing but for some reason it niggled something in him that made him want to reach for you, for the first time in two years of dating you and five of knowing you. It made him think about you more, finding his mind drifted whilst training, like you not being around as much suddenly hit him at once.

So he cashed in his points and got his phone so he could close that gap that had formed. 

He barely spoke, letting you just talk because all he wanted was your voice, your weirdly cheerful personality and your annoying ass ability to make him feel better to work its magic. 

“So you cashed in points to get your phone back?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” 

“But I am flattered and I’m gonna remind you forever that you do actually miss me~! How could you not? It is me.” 

“An ego doesn’t suit you, lose it.” He grumbled, letting the smirk twitch at his lips and luckily for him you couldn’t see it. 

“You’re smirking right now.” 

Well that took it off his face. 

“Pahaha! Aw Barou~! I miss you too, seriously it’s shit but I know you gotta do this, so I’m here for you when you have a shit day.” 

“Tch, who said I’m having a shit day? Just callin’ cause I have to, this boyfriend crap is exhausting it’s been peaceful without you.”

“Well, m’phones been drier than a camels ass in a sandstorm so-“ 

“You’re disgusting, go get some fucking friends then loser.” 

“Pftttt says you, Mr I go to the bowling alley by myself.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Hmm, I wish, still waiting for that y’know, kinda glad we didn’t do it before you left though, that woulda been real cruel.”

Barou fell silent down the line and it was your turn to smirk, twirling your hair around your finger you shifted on your bed. 

Got him. 

“Guessing you didn’t check your messages from me?” 

“No.” 

“Cute, you called me straight away~ missing your little virgin girlfriend waiting for you at home to be devoured by her king~” 

Barou inhaled sharply through his nose, he was glad he had his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. One hand holding the phone to his ear the other rose to pinch the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop his mind wondering. His cock rising to a semi regardless, these joggers weren’t going to hide much either and he was still in the canteen.

“Suggest you look through the messages, it’ll help you whilst away.” 

“I can’t do shit, there’s no fucking privacy so stop being a damn tease.”

“Barou, you still in here?” 

Despite the male addressing him Barou heard your snicker down the phone, his jaw clenched, eye twitching and vein popping all signs his lack of patience was biting. Can’t these guys just fuck off? Seriously everywhere he looks they aren’t far away. 

“Well, I’ll let you go king~ keep devouring, keep pushing yourself and keep learning Barou. You’re gonna eat them alive and when you’re back, you can eat me alive again~! Turns out that unholy mouth of yours really does show me heaven~!”

“Woman-” 

Barou realised his mistake when he growled it out down the phone, red eyes instantly turning to Isagi and Chigiri who both rose an eyebrow at him, a smirk spreading over Isagi’s face. 

Sadly your loud laughter down the phone was heard by the eavesdroppers only confirming you were a female. 

“You called a girl?” 

“I find it hard to believe someone would actually be attracted to him.” 

The line went dead leaving Barou to look at the boring ass screen of his blank wallpaper. 

Frowning at it he suddenly realised despite knowing you since he was 12 and dating you for two years he had no photos of you. 

Isagi leaned over his shoulder and addressed the exact same thing going through the kings head. 

“No photos of her? C’mon show her off! She pretty?”

Chigiri also leaned over mildly curious as well. 

“I’m intrigued also, hard to believe someone like you has a girlfriend.”

“Fuck off you peasants!”

Barou stood abruptly and pushed the boys out the way, isagi sniggered and elbowed Chigiri. 

“I think he’s a little flustered.” 

Barou half turned, his form a shadow and red eyes glowing giving him some eerie ass look that wiped the smile from Isagi.

“What was that, donkey?”

“Nothing! I said I bet she’s real pretty.” 

“Damn fucking right she is, mention her again or to anyone else and I’ll kill you got it?” 

Isagi nodded trying to hide the smirk twitching on his mouth, Chigiri with his usual cool expression. 

“Reckon he’s a house husband? He definitely wears the maid outfit.” 

“Yeah, I can kinda see that.” Chigiri agreed, both their heads running through the images of him running the home like a maid “-I’d rather not though.”

Hands in pockets, slouched back he grumpily made his way down the hallway towards the bathing rooms, shutting himself in there and locking the door behind him. 

Unlocking his phone he went straight to your messages, ignoring anything else popping up on his notifications from having it off so long. He’d check your socials later, maybe, he’d prefer not seeing you carry on in life without him but he was also curious as to what you’d been up to. He’d been distracted and focused for weeks in here, it helped not thinking about you on the outside.

“Tch, fucking girl is gonna be the death of me.” 

He grumbled, scrolling through the texts you’d been sending him over the last few weeks, thankfully not everyday texts -every Friday you’d message him about your week, he’d skipped them for now as the picture messages were what caught his eyes. 

His cock was already semi hard from the phone conversation, mind running with the shit you’d put in there and how easily you got into his head about it. Cock hardening completely it bulged in his joggers as he seen what you’d sent. 

His heart raced in his chest, thumping so loudly he heard it in his ears, hot flushes running through his body as he watched the videos.

Your index and forefinger running over your clit before separating your lips to give him a full view, watching your drooling hole clenching around nothing. 

God your pussy was so fucking pretty, his mouth watered at the sight. Thumb frozen as it hovered over the screen watching you collect slick to run over your clit in circles, he dared turned the volume up slightly only to hear you moaning for him, hearing the squelch of your fingers pressing into your hole and he watched it stretch to accommodate them. 

You hadn’t slept together yet, but he knew how good you felt on his tongue and fingers like you did him. 

“Shit, this damn girl-“ 

Barou reached for the bottom of his sweater, lifting it to bite the end of it holding the material out of the way, exposing his six pack. Reaching down for the waist band of his joggers lifting hips to bring them down enough to release his cock, it slapped his stomach and he groaned, he was rock solid -weeks of refraining from any release due to the lack of privacy offered here. 

His hand wrapped around his thick head, thumb rubbing over the tip smearing his precum, he released a breathy moan as his thighs tensed. 

Barou wasn’t wasting any time in fucking into his fist —hard, horny and feeling feral about the idea of being the one to take you for himself. His pace matching your fingers as you fucked yourself for him on video. He didn’t last two damn minutes and he wasn’t trying to hold back, he tapped his cock against his stomach, getting more turned on by how hard his dick was.

“Cummin’ Barou!” 

He watched your hips lift from the bed, how you got the camera skills you had he didn’t want to know -but you didn’t miss anything, your hips rolled in the air as he watched your pussy clench around your fingers. 

His cock throbbed as he felt that build up reach its tipping point, he panted through his teeth and the material in his mouth, drooling into it. 

What really helped him finish was you pulling your fingers out, watching that clear cum cover your fingers and link to your dripping hole. The camera followed them as they travelled to your mouth, only your tits and mouth in shot as you smirked, cleaning off your own fingers tongue sliding between them making sure you didn’t miss anything. 

“Shit, fuckkk-“ Barou grunted, his legs straightened and his head rolled back to hit the wall behind him, heels digging into the floor to brace himself as he came, releasing into his hand and stomach as his body shook. 

His chest heaving as the release waved through his body leaving him lax, his cock resting on his stomach and he looked down at the damn mess. 

Tch. Looked good though. 

Accessing his camera he flipped it to selfie mode, he angled it down so you could just see his jawline, teeth biting into his shirt holding it out the way, cum covered his cock and hard stomach. His hand holding his dick which dripped cum still leaking from the slit, he could see his dick flexing as cum drooled from it.  His load was thick and almost too much -balls finally emptying from ignoring his needs. Cock softening but still looking thick and heavy even in his large hands. 

He’d been around enough guys in the baths here to know he was fucking big, even soft he was packing a dick. It only aided his smug ego when he thought about how you were going to struggle taking him, perhaps a little concerned he was going to actually hurt you. 

Barou > 1 image attachment

sent. 

Queen > ;) Good boy Barou. Knew it, you missed me~! 

Received 

Barou > See how cocky you are when you struggle with it. 

Sent

Queen > Yeah, it’ll be kinda hot though. 👀 

Received 

Barou > oi, send me that photo.

Sent 

Queen > I’ve just sent you loads! 

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Barou > One in the dress. 

Sent 

Queen > seriously? You’ve got all those lingerie photos and you want that summer one? It’s not even wank bank material. 

Received

Barou > that’s the fucking point dumbass, just send it!! 

Sent 

Barou locked his phone and cleaned up the mess he’d made, deciding he much preferred it when you were around to deal with it, instead he took another quick shower before heading back to the room. 

Checking his phone one last time to see your messages. Opening the attachment to find he got what he wanted. 

One of your friends had shot a photo of you during the summer, wearing a yellow sundress that hugged your waist, the skirt dancing around your thighs from the breeze, your hand holding it down and the other holding your straw hat to your head. 

The laugh on your face, your hair dancing around you. One spaghetti strap had slipped off your shoulder, tits pushed up from your arms pressing into them holding onto your dress to save your dignity from the breeze. Tanned summer skin standing out beautifully against the yellow dress, the gold necklace with a small dainty B sitting high on your neck. 

Long toned legs, thigh showing from the height of the skirt blowing up. Pretty short acrylic nails painted white like your toes for summer, hands just missing that ring he knew he’d put on you one day. 

It was the kind of photo that made him realise he was fucking smitten with you. 

He locked his phone again and shoved it under his pillow, arms crossing behind his head as he glared at the ceiling. The room was dark and others asleep to which he was grateful for because he knew his damn face was burning. 

God this was fucking pathetic. 

Your words of encouragement over the phone earlier repeated in his mind now he could think more clearly, the relief in hearing your voice again, seeing photos of you. His heart swelled in his chest, it took away that feeling he was unable to shake. 

His ego lowered for a split second and it allowed that voice to tell him what he’d been ignoring for weeks…

Yup, he missed your annoying ass. 

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

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[xbalayage]

I WILL GO ON A WHOLE RANT ABOUT SILVIO.

Yes, he's an asshole at first, but if you give his route a chance, you see underneath all that hard exterior and everything that led for him to act and be that way in the first place. He isn't actually like that at all inside!! He cares so much and so fucking deeply; someone who actually hates his brother wouldn't have looked for him non-stop for three years. Or have gotten him matching gold earrings that Rio and him both still wear!! They have a 'I hate your guts, but I'd do anything for you' relationship. They're brothers. He was abused by the king several times physically and literally tortured and the queen both mentally and physically fucked up his views on things. Rio's mother was the only one that showed him love and understanding and even tried protecting Rio and his mother. He had to provide for himself when he was a KID. He didn't even get to have a childhood! Their brother is a psychopath who tried killing Rio and putting the blame on Silvio which the king's dumb ass believed! Because he hates Silvio! And through his route, he goes through such character development. Even to the point he finally decides to open up and be vulnerable with MC. He knew from the beginning that she was Belle and yet, still protected her and went through extra tribulations just to protect her. He actually doesn't even care for the glitz and glam! He wears all the fancy shit he does because it shows his wealth and power to other people so nobody fucks with him! This boy has gone so long without physical touch and someone who actually wants to see good for him that he pushes any and everybody away, for their sake! He says the opposite of what he means! He uses excuses to make up for his actions. Yes, he blamed Rio a lot through his route and pinned it all on that he just wants to annoy and take everything away from him that's his but in truth, he was trying to portray himself as The Bad Guy to keep himself from acknowledging his true feelings for both MC and his brother.

I probably missed A LOT because I'm just writing this at once on my phone but PLEASE give this boy a chance. He just wants to be loved and doesn't fully understand how to even do that. Money is all he's ever known that's been consistent and has gotten him everything he's ever wanted and needed. Now, he meets a woman with a pure heart, he finds his brother again and all he wants to do is protect them, even if that means he fails.

Silvio's character, in my unbiased opinion, story is so good once you get down to the nitty gritty of the core of his character, the relationships he's been around, the role he's played for years, and finally coming to terms that it's okay to be vulnerable and be loved.

I respect any all who may not like him, but I hope this rant, my entire blog and speaking to me could help you at all to understand and possibly love this puppy as much as I do. I love you all. <3

#spoilers #rant #silvio #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri #ikemen prince #ill probably brush up and rewrite this later but i love this man sn #so much #i would die for him

[moonlight-starlight-lady01]

[Warnings: cussing, planning to manipulate, bullies, harassment, that's pretty much it]

(A/n: Sorry, I've been inactive, but now im gonna write on this blog. Im just gonna write invader zim shit and other stuff made by that creator.)

"Hey y/n, i got a dare for you!" One of the dumb popular girls yelled out loud to you at the lunch table.

"What is it. Im all ears!" You yelled back. Not wanting to look like a coward to your friends you agreed to it.

"I dare you to hook up with a cringe lame ass boy in this school and then break their heart after." She said confidence running through her.

"Sure, anymore details?" You asked, not gonna lie you wished you hadn't agreed. That's fucking mean. Who would even think of that.

"Ok so. Heres the plan, you get with a boy at this school. Make them fall in love with you. Then ask them out to the dance next month, and right when they announce king and queen were going to dump shit all over him then take pictures. Then after were going to post it on every single social media platform there is." The dumb girl said with a mean glint in her eye.

This made you think for a second. This was cruel. Mean. Why would you have fun doing this. But, you dont want to look like a coward to your popular friends.

The dumb girl smirked and looked around the cafeteria. She had looked for a bit and gasped with her eyes widening. She then went by you and whispered in your ear. "I know who you're going to prank."

"Oooo, who will i be pranking then?" You said with a fake smirk on your face.

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"Dib membrane."

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Dib membrane?! The kid believes in aliens and ghosts and paranormal shit. The kid that is the son of the professor membrane! Sure, nobody really liked him. BUT, of all people, the son of Professor Membrane! Does this girl want you to die in real life? What would happen if he gets pranked tells his father, and then his father fires your dad from working there. Then you would have no money. Your mom and dad would lose your home, and then you would be homeless. Then you would be-

"EARTH TO Y/N! Hello! Earth to y/n!!!!"

"Huh, wha-"

"So, you want to prank him or not?" The mean girl spoke with pure venom in her voice.

This was bad. You should have said no. You should have just not skipped detention. You looked at the mean girl and then sighed.

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"When do i start?"

It was the end of the day, and everyone was leaving the "hi-skool." You planned on finding Dib at his Locker, then walk home with him. You live in the same exact neighborhood he does. You're basically his neighbor. But guilt filled your gut. This was gonna be mean. But you have to. Dont look like a coward, is what you say to yourself all the time now.

Going around the corner in the hallway, you see Dib at his locker fidgeting with something. You slowly walk up to him. He didn't even realize you were there until you cleared your throat.

He looked up to you in surprise. His eyes widened a bit in shock that a popular girl was right there by him.

You finally got to see his full face. He had his signature round glasses on, but he has piercings in his ears. Some pimples hear and there. You also noticed that he painted his fingernails black.

"Hey, there!" You said with a big grin. Trying to be the most welcoming you have ever been. But, he just stared at you in confusion.

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Woah, you forgot that Dib is maturing. Since when did his voice not sound like a kid anymore?! You asked yourself in your thoughts. Of course, you guys were in the 12th grade. But like damn.

"Isn't your name Dib?" You said, pouting your lips out to look cute. And then, using your fingers to fidget with your long h/c that was tied up in a high pony tail.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "Yea..?" He said, confused, then he grabbed his books and shoved them in his backpack, and started to walk off.

This made you panic. Was he not into you?! You had to think and fast before he left the school.

He stared at you and said; "Look if you're trying to make fun of me, just dont ok. I know your little popular group of fake friends is around here somewhere!"

"Uh, so! What are you doing after school?" You asked, running up to him and starting to walk with him.

Actually, none of your friends were here they were at cheer practice. "Nooo, i just wanted to know what you were doing after school." You said, still fidgeting with your hair. Plus, all of my friends are at cheer practice"

He gave you a skeptical look. But, sighed. "I was going to go home." He said with slight annoyance, stirring in his voice.

"Oooo, me too. We live in the same neighborhood, we can walk together!" You said smiling again and then grabbing your purse strap.

You could tell Dib didn't want to walk with you. But, luckily, gaz walked with Dib, so he didn't talk much, nor did Gaz. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

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"Hey, is that a piggy slave game?"

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Gaz eyes widened in shock. "You know the piggy slave games?" She asked in all honesty.

"I sure do. I have 'piggy of destruction 1' and 'piggy of slaves 2' AND 'piggy of the bacon clan 3'.-" you looked around to see if anyone was listening."-i even have the 'ultimate piggy slave'."

Gaz face turned in surprise. The ultimate piggy slave was so rare to have.

Meanwhile, you and Gaz were talking. Dib was staring at you in suspension again. 'One of the popular girls is here trying to talk to Gaz and me. This is definitely Zim's doing.' Dib thought to himself.

"So, Dib, what's ya got there?" You asked, going right beside him and looking at the weird device in his hands. It looked like a controller that would control a remote car. But it had a scanner on the front, and it kept beeping. Weird symbols that you didn't recognize popped up on the little rectangle green-ish screen.

"Oh, u-uh. It's a ghost reader. It can detect ghosts and spirits. Most of the time." Dib said in a teaching tone. He was suspicious of yours, but he would never miss a moment to teach someone about the paranormal, let alone give him their attention.....

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"WOW, that's cool!" You said, looking at the device with a big grin. Dib was shocked. He was ready for a smart ass remark. Or a "ghosts aren't real."

"R-really?" Dib said in shock. "You mean it?"

"Well, duh, of course. I've seen them." To this statement, Dib eyes widened, and he went right in your face and said.

"YOU HAVE?!" After that, Dib was barbonding you with questions. 'How old were you?' And 'what did it look like?' And 'were was it at?', Ect.

You thought it would be hard for him to open up to you and actually talk to you, but you thought wrong because now you have his number and Gaz. You made a mental note later to text him.

The walk to your guys neighborhood was short from Dib talking and rambling.

After walking with them up to their home. You stopped at the fence.

"Well, that was fun. I will see you guys tomorrow?" After a pause, you saw them nodding. "Well, then goodbye, Gaz! Goodbye Dib~." You said, making sure the Dib part sounded flirtatious. You could see a pink dust fall gently on his cheeks as you turned and walked along the sidewalk to your house.

Hopefully, you could get this done before the dance.

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[the-tired-commander]

alright another silly poll for my characters

I'll put the corresponding characters under the cut, so you can find out who you picked :D

A Hexbug wearing a party hat

That's Mr Chunky Pepsi Drinker aka Me!! Excellent choice. (he/him)

No, thank you

That's Damai! They would prefer not to. (they/them)

Yours :)

That's Crown of Fools! A body stealing demon, they pinch the pronouns of whoever they takeover and add it to his collection (currently they/it/she/he).

The Moon

That's Laniakea The Vast! That is literally the moon, just vibing. (they/it)

Crime bird

That's Mao The Magpie King! Shiny rocks beware. (it/its)

Yeah sure, why not

That's Voletta Amante! A dead butch possessing a trans mech, might be in love with each other. (she/any)

Violence

That's Brawler Kytex! Pure of heart, dumb of ass, Kytex is always ready to throw down. (occasionaly they/them but mostly just Kytex)

Commitment to The Bit

That's Miss Yiff. Yeagh. (any pronouns)

#statistical nonsense #i just wanted to do something silly sdjfsd

[newtonnote]

My Version of Young Justice V2

Timothy "Tim" Jackson Drake: Robin/Talon

Rich Kid, Detective, Nerd, Genius, Coffee Addict, Workaholic, Co-Leader.

"I'm not Batman, I have friends."

Cassandra "Cassie" Elizabeth Sandsmark: Wonder Girl/Fury

Demigod, Girlboss, Tomboy, Leader, Fangirl, Horrible at Stealth

"We do this to help people, right? Save lives. So even if we die saving one -- it's worth the trade-off. Right?"

Kon-El/Konner Kent: Superboy/Scion

Kryptonian/Human Hybrid, Quipper, Hothead, Flirt, Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass

"Don't mess with the S!"

M'gann M'orzz/Meghan Morse: Miss Martian

Alien, Telpath/Telekinetic, Shapeshifter, Lover of Sitcoms, Genke Girl, Likes to Bake.

"Hello, Meghan!"

Bartholomew "Bart" Henry Allen II: Impulse/Kid

Flash II/Mercury

Speedster, Surprisingly Perceptive, Ultra Hyper, Foodie, Very Affectionate, Immature

"This is SO CRASH!"

Mia Dearden: Speedy/Artemis

Archer, Street Kid, Loudmouth, Trick Shooter, Rebel, HIV+

"My life is important to me, and what I do with it has to mean something. And all I want to do is help people. That’s it. I want to help."

Jaime Reyes: Blue Beetle

Mexican American, Christian, Dork, Scarab Host, Superhero Enthusiast, Aspiring Dentist

"Don't go picking a fight with the Scarab."

Jackson Hyde/Kaldur'ahm: Aqualad

Human/Atlantean Hybrid, Soldier, Hydrokinetic, Dutiful, Level Headed, Soft Spoken.

"For as long as you waste your gifts on Villainy, I will stand against you."

Former Members

Suzanne "Cissie" King-Jones: Arrowette

Greta Hayes: Secret

Anita Fite: Empress

Lil Lobo/Slobo

HC's and Theme Songs Coming Soon.

#dc #young justice #tim drake #robin #kon el #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #conner kent #superboy #m'gann m'orzz #meghan morse #miss martian #bart allen #dc impulse #kid flash #mia dearden #speedy #artemis #jaime reyes #blue beetle #kaldur'ahm #jackson hyde #aqualad #cissie king jones #arrowette #greta hayes #secret #anita fite #empress #lil lobo

[yakuzacanons]

Hello! Can I request Shinada dating headcanons, sfw, nsfw, pretty please? *w*

First post for my sweet baseball boy, let's fuckin GOOOOO so excited for Shinada time bb. All the tasty deets down below, happy new year sweet anon!

To put it bluntly, Shinada is pure of heart and dumb of ass. Man's got a heart of gold and a puppy dog type of love but boy is he oblivious. You could flirt openly with him and he'd be like "Haha, funny joke!". It's actually because he's too nice to assume someone is into him, although he is also just kind of a little stupid sometimes.

Not great at hiding the fact he has a crush. Blushes like no tomorrow when complimented and has a totally cutesy vibe around you if he's into you. It's easy to chalk it up to his silly and easy going attitude, but honestly he's playing up the goofiness to cover up the fact that he has no fucking clue how to tell you how he feels.

Shinada is aware that his current work/living situation isn't exactly ideal relationship material. Hell, it isn't ideal even for him by himself! He's too hard on himself in many ways but romance is definitely a category where he just counts himself out of the list of potential guys someone like you would date.

Having said that, you cannot fathom his surprise if you were to confess to him. He'd probably just blurt out a shocked laugh or try to brush it off as some weird new joke of yours before realizing this shit is really happening in real life in real time. After that, he's just like "Now what?! I never thought I'd get this far??"

If you don't confess first, he will eventually reach a boiling point and just say it himself, likely blurting it out in the most unplanned way possible and probably after a couple of drinks to give him courage. Despite the fact that it's super sudden, he IS unusually serious and sincere about it.

Dates are pretty casual for Shinada since his budget is pretty small. He likes just getting a meal or drinks with you, something casual where he can spend most of the time talking with you. Although he can have a clumsy vibe to him, he's actually a pretty good conversationalist and loves getting to know you.

Fond of just holding hands and taking walks. He'll be much more affectionate in private though. He's a total cuddlebug. Would fall asleep just holding you every single day if he had it his way.

Pretty shy about inviting you over to spend the night since his place is super cramped and if he's honest he's not always the tidiest man on earth. Will go through extra effort to clean and stock the fridge with food you like if he knows you're coming over ahead of time.

In bed, Shinada is a verse but he tends to lean more towards being a power bottom than anything else. Not particularly kinky, the occasional hair pulling is fun but he's not into getting whipped or spanked. He's too much of a sweetheart golden retriver type of guy to hit you during sex either, he'll just get nervous and embarassed.

Has an average sex drive. So many years of being utterly single has made him good at restraint so he won't ever just be in a desparate or insatiable mood. Overall, a pretty respectful guy albeit a little oblivious and clumsy at times.

Important note: sleepy king, almost as bad as Akiyama. Please forgive him if you call him in the morning and he totally misses it. He was actually just passed out.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #tatsuo shinada #shinada tatsuo #yakuza 5

[sovtwords]

With Oikawa mayhaps 👉👈

Or Itadori Yuuji whoever you want!!

for: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: itadori yuuji x reader

warnings: none!

w/c: 600

a/n: MY LOOOOOVE thank you for sending in a request! i wrote this for yuuji, if you don't mind 👉👈 please enjoy, ily!

Let it be known that Itadori Yuuji is not, by most conventional terms, the most perceptive person to ever exist.

He would argue that, sure, he can be a little dumb at times, a ‘himbo’ as Nobara had called him, but he wasn’t the stupidest person to walk this planet. He has moments of both pure genius, and sheer idiocy. He’s human, after all. He’s prone to making mistakes.

Itadori is, however, exceptionally blind to the fact that the girl of his dreams is literally head over heels for him.

Maybe it’s denial, unable to accept that someone who shines like a beacon of pure perfection could ever want to spend their time with him (“you’ll suck up all her brain cells and make her dumb”, Sukuna had cackled). Maybe it’s deeper, a self hatred rooted so deep for what he’s become, for the dangers he now poses to everyone around him because of a mistake he didn’t know he was making. A need, now, to make sure you never get caught up in the damage he will inevitably create.

Whatever the reason is, he’s turned a blind eye, or rather, all four blind eyes, to any advances you may have been trying to make on him.

Nobara is just about ready to throttle him for it. Even Megumi, for all his nonchalance about Itadori’s love life, looks annoyed at how oblivious he’s being. 

“How the hell could ya miss it, idiot?!” Nobara screams.

How exactly could he miss the fact that you make it a point to sit next to him for every class, every lunch time, every train ride? He’s more focused on how dizzy your presence makes him he fails to notice you’ve done this intentionally. 

How could he miss all the treats and presents you gave him? Maybe he’s too busy shoving cookies and brownies into his mouth at a speed that would make Sonic the Hedgehog jealous, not realising all the pink hearts that have been carefully iced onto the top with love. No, he’s too busy trying not to drool all over himself when you begin hand feeding him with a sweet grin.

How exactly could he miss the way you blush and smile when he goes out of his way to make you laugh by falling on his ass? To be fair, usually he’s distracted by either Maki or Nobara following that up by calling him a clown, but he’s too focused on the sound of your laughter to really care that he’s embarrassing himself.

It sort of all clicked for him one night, around 3am and deep into the lovey-dovey playlists he saved on Spotify. He never sat up so fast, the answer to all these questions coming to him after thinking about your beautiful face for hours after curfew began.

“Took you long enough, lovesick dog,” the King of Curses spat, and that’s when Itadori realised it must be true!

He wastes no time the next morning, not even allowing you you complete your morning greeting before he’s blurting out:

“Do you…love me, by any chance?”

He’d set himself up for failure, convincing himself that this was one big mistake because how could you ever truly love someone like him-

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, I’m sorry, I was just- wait, what?”

Your laughter lifts all the weight off of his shoulders, and when you take his face in your hands, Itadori wonders why he was such a fool in the first place.

The love and adoration you hold for silly Itadori Yuuji has always been the most obvious thing in the world.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #itadori yuuji #itadori yuuji x you #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori imagine #itadori scenarios #drabbles #fluff #answered

[fandomloreblog]

UMBRA Headcanons/Fun Facts

You want to discover more of the chaotic/psychopathic gang of prisoner overseers? Here’s some fun facts/lore that I made, but feel free to comment your own head canons/ideas!

🔥 Boron 🔥

- Boron’s natural hair color is unknown. No one knows if he dyes it or uses product, but it always ends up looking like that. Most of the staff thinks that his natural hair color was either white or black. Bismuth thinks it red, while Manganese assumes it’s blonde.

- He’s an ex-soldier who was discharged after being injured during duty. He claims that nothing bad ever happened to him during his tours, but he’s jumpy around loud noises and explosions.

- Boron’s sexuality is unknown/questioning. He claims he’s straight, but he’s never so much as asked a girl out, and even then, he’s in a ridiculous headlock with the leader, or “The King”, of The Neon Gang, a group on the outskirts of Vandelay Island, which has resulted in more than a few comments of his true reason for going out there every so often.

- He is stubborn and energetic to a fault. Like a dog chasing a bone, he will never stop until his goal is completed. This fault of his often resorts to him taking some extreme measures, and evening doing tasks himself just to make sure he’s getting closer to his goals.

- He is not pure of heart and dumb of ass. This man has put all of his stat points into strength, speed, and endurance and said screw all to everything else. This is one of the main reasons why he is considered the weakest (in terms of all around stats) Overseer in UMBRA.

- If he had to have had a favorite Overseer, it would be Arsenic. He enjoy’s their shy nature, as it counteracts between his overzealous personality and it keeps a  bit of a damper on his energy.

- His least favorite coworker? Cobalt. 100%. The two get along like cats and water. They despise eachother.

- His favorite color is red, unsurprisingly. He loves spicy foods and always enjoys a good action movie. Track and exercise are his favorite hobbies, and most of his free time is spent at the gym.

- He absolutely LOATHES sweets and candies. Anything with sugar, he will actively avoid it. No one seems to know the reason why he hates it so much, but he does.

“Well… This should be fun! Bring it on, Vandelay!”

🧪 Arsenic 🧪

- Arsenic is the Medical Overseer of UMBRA, which is ironic considering they never even passed high school. They dropped out their senior year for unknown reasons.

- They have terrible insomnia and anxiety, which results in them hardly sleeping and living off of energy drinks. Their anxiety manifests in when they chew at their lips. It used to be their nails, but after getting their cybernetic arms, they switched to their lips.

- They are extremely touch sensitive. Even so much as brushing up against them will send them into a frantic fit. The only physical contact they have is when they initiate it, and even then it’s simple hand shakes and half-hugs. If they had an s/o, they would maybe upgrade to cuddles with them.

- Arsenic has a very depressed outlook on society. They’ve accepted that they’ll always fail, and have just stoped caring. If everything’s destined to fail, why even try? Perfection is unobtainable, so why even try?

- Arsenic is nonbinary, and falls under the “gay” category in their own terms. They were always attracted to men, so they use the term loosely, as they don’t apply to the normal definition of it. They use they/them pronouns.

- Arsenic is extremely smart, yet physically weak. They often prefer to stay indoors and have their lackeys do the work, simply because of how feeble they are. Despite this, they are considered one of the more valuable Overseers in UMBRA.

- Arsenic loves comfort foods, such as popcorn and frozen meals. They don’t enjoy the fancy and expensive luxuries of food, and always enjoy something simple and delicious.

- Their favorite color is grey, actually. They do like green, but it’s not their favorite color. Their favorite hobbies include movie watching and reading, as they are brain-stimulating activities with little movement.

- Surprisingly, Arsenic is the closet to Boron. They are always close by, doing research and overseeing the medical and intake wings of UMBRA. No one knows how the two get along so well, but they do, despite having nothing in common?

- Arsenic’s least favorite Overseer? Bismuth by a long shot. She’s energetic and chaotic, even more so than Boron. Besides, they always get chills whenever the light shines on them just right to show her bone implants. Creepy.

“Oh… So we’re supposed to fight…? Whatever…”

🪨 Cobalt 🪨

- Cobalt is a middle child, with an older brother and a younger sister. However, she doesn’t talk to either of them, as they are “troublemaking delinquents who don’t obey the law”.

- She is actually Roquefort’s niece, to which she takes great displeasure in when someone brings it up. She hates being related to someone so “criminal”, at least in her eyes.

- Cobalt was born deaf and without legs. She used a wheelchair to get around most of her life, and is fluent in sign language. She received her cybernetics for her ears and legs once she left home and joined UMBRA.

- Cobalt was the only Overseer promoted from inside the company. All other Overseers were outside hires, while Cobalt joined as a basic officer, and was later promoted to the Security Overseer position.

- Her brother is known as “The King”, a leader of a delinquent/resistance group in the outskirts of Vandelay Island. She despises him for his unlawful actions, and the mere mention of him can send her into a rage.

- Cobalt identifies as a lesbian. She never experienced romantic attraction towards men, and was often disgusted by them in her adult life. She doesn’t truly care for romantic partnerships at the moment, but perhaps one day.

- Cobalt loves sweet and bitter foods. She enjoys the clash of flavors, and thinks it gives the dish an interesting kick.

- Her favorite color is Blue, Cobalt Blue. She enjoys keeping fit by running laps, and also enjoys puzzles and neatness. Most of her free time is either spent on extra work or doing a small hobby.

- Cobalt’s favorite Overseer would be Chrome. Logistical and methodic, the two get along well as their main focus is to follow UMBRA’s plans and work together. Their no nonsense personalities allow them to mesh well.

- Least favorite? Boron. In her own words, “That moron constantly taunts me about my brother while attempting to capture him, and expects me to like him?”

“Such outrageous violation of the rules…! Just who do you think you are?!”

💻 Manganese 💻

- Manganese! The only female Overseer who wears makeup. She doesn’t throw a fit over it, but does wonder why Cobalt doesn’t put much effort into their attire. It doesn’t take much to spice up an outfit!

- She is the only Overseer with cybernetic implants on her face. Her eyes were replaced with robotic ones to connect into data and the internet remotely. Is it a bit extreme? Maybe, but it’s easier than constantly going to a computer.

- Manganese is the Media Overseer, meaning she is in charge of what outside information goes into UMBRA, and what info the public gets. She quite enjoys her job, and is an expert on learning people’s secrets.

- A (not so) fun hobby of hers is to hack into her coworkers desktops to find their search history. She has plenty of dirt on her coworkers, and due to her media and computer knowledge, she can easily cover her tracks.

- Manganese is smart and strong, making her one of the more challenging Overseers in UMBRA. She has connections everywhere, and she is more than willing to pull some favors if it means the job is done.

- Manganese is transgender, male to female. She doesn’t really mention her life pre-transition, but she doesn’t exactly hide it. She has more than a few stories she likes to share when the time comes. As for romantic interests, she doesn’t have a preference. She is open to whoever is willing to stumble into her arms.

- Her favorite color is a tie between Cyan and White. She loves how well the colors go together, and has made it her signature office look. As for hobbies, she enjoys reading and writing, and always loves a good gossip night. She plans to become a writer once she retries from UMBRA.

- Favorite Overseer in her opinion is Boron. He’s quirky and idiotic, making him a perfect lackey for her to use in any quick schemes she has. Besides, even if he wasn’t dumb, she has enough dirt on him to blackmail him for the rest of his life.

- Least favorite coworker for her is Chrome. Even Arsenic can have their funny moments from time to time, but for Chrome, it is all work and no play. The two cannot seem to agree, with Chrome always opting for the logical choice, while Manganese has to take into account human emotion.

“Ah, so you wish to challenge me? Heh, very well. Let’s see what makes you tick.”

👻 Bismuth 👻

- Bismuth is the youngest out of the Overseers, both in terms of career and age. She’s often mistaken for a child, but is actually 20 years old. She claims her short stature was due to a bone deficiency.

- Bismuth’s bone deficiency has actually resulted in them getting a full cybernetic replacement. Her entire skeletal system has been replaced with Military Grade Implants. Under the right lighting, you can see them through her skin,

- She is a psycho, to put it nicely. Even compared next to Boron, she has a fascination with what makes things work, and always enjoys watching prisoners reactions to her punishments. This has resulted in even the Warden being terrified of her.

- Despite her dark interests, Bismuth is the Overseer for the Reform programs, tasked with making sure those in UMBRA’s doors will be reformed when they leave, no matter what. Many offenders don’t return, simply because of how terrified they are if her.

- Bismuth’s undercut changes colors, depending on her mood. No one knows exactly how it happens or why, but it does that. Arsenic claims it’s a chemical imbalance in her hair and scalp that causes the changes. Who knows.

- Compared to all of the Overseers, Bismuth is second in terms of strength and power. Extremely agile and strong, along with her small stature, she can easily become a terrifying threat if not taken care of.

- Bismuth enjoys most childlike hobbies. She enjoys video-games and youtube, and often spends most of her free time relaxing in a bean bag, playing the newest games online, and all around acting like a teen. Her favorite color is rainbow.

- Bismuth’s favorite foods are candy and sweets. She enjoys lots of sugar, and says it keeps her active. Most of her coworkers wonder if she’s just a robot that needs sugar as fuel. Wouldn’t be so surprising for them.

- Bismuth doesn’t particularly care about pronouns. She mainly uses She/Her, but doesn’t care if she gets called a guy or nonbinary. However, she lacks any sexual or romantic attraction, labeling herself as AroAce. She doesn’t care much for that sort of stuff, and prefers to have friends.

- Favorite Overseer? Chrome, surprisingly. They enjoy their bland nature, and think it’s funny when they snap at her, trying to calm her down. She views him as a sort of surrogate father figure, never actually having parents in her life.

- Least favorite Overseer? Arsenic. She thinks that they’re dull and boring, and don’t do anything apart from read boring books. She doesn’t understand how someone could be so bland all of the time.

“GHAHAHAHA! Cmon, cmon! Let’s get WILD! Hahah!”

⚜️ Chrome ⚜️

- Chrome. The DILF of UMBRA. He actually has an ex-wife and children, but he never talks to them anymore, he’s too busy with work and UMBRA to deal with that anymore. Perhaps later in life he could reconnect, but not now.

- Chrome runs the Logistics wing for UMBRA. He’s the one who keeps track of everything, from money to security flaws. Everything and everyone is meticulously documented and recorded, constantly added to tables of data within his office.

- He doesn’t like the robotic workers. In fact, he hates robots. He thinks they’re dull and unfeeling, just hunks of steel made for menial tasks. A majority of his staff are human due to this, but even still, there has been some pushback on this.

- Chrome is the most secretive of the bunch, yet the most powerful. With all of the data and statistics he has recorded, he can easily solve issues whenever they arise. Does not matter where or when, he can easily make sure it is dealt with.

- Chrome is both of the oldest career wise and age wise when it comes to the UMBRA overseers. He was actually around when UMBRA was first founded, and joined later as an Overseer, and stuck around after the first warden left, being replaced by the newest warden.

- His favorite foods are savory and rich. Steak, exotic foods, expensive cuisine, you name it. He always enjoys the finer things in life, and food is one of the things he refuses to cut back on.

- His favorite color is black, and his hobbies are often made fun of for being “old”. He enjoys chess and logic puzzles, and always likes to have a nice glass of whiskey while reading by the fireplace. The finer things in life always appealed to him.

- Chrome identifies as a Bisexual, often experimenting with both male and female partners before marrying his wife. Now that he’s divorced however, he does plan to experiment once again before settling down again.

- Favorite Overseer? He doesn’t have one. All of them are equally capable in their own ways, despite how chaotic some of them may be.

- Least favorite? Boron. He’s a feral loose canon that Chrome cannot figure out why they still have a job.

“Is this truly the best you can do? Pathetic. I don’t get how an idiotic loser like you though you could challenge me.”

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush oc #oc #original character #hi fi rush umbra #umbra #hi fi rush neo #headcanon #fun facts #lore #backstory #art #drawing #digital art #digital drawing

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

In Defense of Joe Alwyn

You can validate Taylor Swift's queerness without demonizing her relationship with her boyfriend, btw. I'm really sick of the stupid fucking arguments that I see gaylors make to support their delusional take that Joe is a beard.

#1 - Grammygate: I didn't think I'd have to point out utterly delusional you have to be as a TAYLOR SWIFT fan to believe she would EVER let a fucking MAN receive credit on her music if she didn't believe they actually deserved that fucking credit. Taylor Got Canceled in 2016 Because She Didn't Like That Kayne Line and Endured A Year Long Depression Episode As a Result Swift would give credit to a man after that, are you STUPID?

#2 - There are no "romantic" songs about Joe, just "glitter gel pen" songs: then proceeds to insist that "call it what you want" is about karlie kloss despite all the "he" pronouns" and joe references, denies delicate, dress (minus the "best friend" line which is a karlie REFERENCE but she's speaking to joe still lmfao), end game, ready for it, gorgeous, new year's day, king of my heart, lover, i think he knows, paper rings (although it's upbeat, it's a very vulnerable song), daylight, afterglow, it's nice to have a friend, invisible string, the lakes, peace, long story short, etc are about Joe.

#3- "if I was joe, I don't know how I'd feel about my girlfriend saying that someone else was like a meteor strike/i'll be getting over you my whole life/they've never seen a love as pure as it etc." : first of all, taylor swift isn't dating YOU so I truly do not give a fuck what your dating boundaries are. This isn't an argument that someone's relationship is fake you dumb bitch lmfao.

If I was dating the songwriter of my generation, I would not give two flying fucks what she sings about her PAST relationships because I know that I'm treating her correctly and her exes didn't. Taylor doesn't pine after exes, doesn't write songs about exes unless she's sure she wants nothing to do with them anymore, so if I was Joe- I'd be proud as hell of my girlfriend for continuing to make music out of highly traumatic and emotional pain.

#4- joe cannot be a beard because their relationship is not a public one. I'm so tired of dumb asses saying things like "joe is a beard because he never talks about taylor in interviews!" Like.... are you okay? how is that evidence of a BEARD CONTRACT you dumb ass? Do you know what a beard contract is, it's literally a PUBLIC FACING RELATIONSHIP that is meant to hide the sexualities of BOTH parties through constant PR and EXPOSURE.

WHERE IS THE FUCKING PR? There are five photos of the two of them together- this is not evidence of a SIX YEAR LONG PR STUNT YOU DUMB ASSES.

Please stop saying that joe is a beard, you sound fucking delusional and i'm tired of you representing the gaylor community. we don't want you in here <3

#taylor swift #gaylor #joe alwyn #personal

[immortalspacelesbian]

#wicked fairies and princesses? yes it’s a sleeping beauty retelling #a lesbian sleeping beauty retelling #the mc is a cocky piece of shit #and this is the most chaotic group of characters i’m ever going to write #i got polls #polls #tumblr polls #writers on tumblr #writing a book

[nakamanokizuna]

✨~ Pinned! ~✨

If you've found this blog and interacted with this post, that likely means you either:

1.) Are intimidated by the much bigger and fancier digimon rp blogs here,

2.) You've found only dead digimon rp blogs from decades ago,

3.) You just wanna itch your digimon rp desires because of the following above, or

4.) You just wanna interact.

Then you're probably in luck for finding this blog!

For this is an indie, post-canon and headcanon centric ask/rp blog for Taiki and Shoutmon from Digimon Xros Wars.

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||Rules||

• Avoid god-modding- Pretty much just basic rp rules we've all seen and heard.

• No NSFW (not counting violence and blood. Gore mostly kept at a minimum.)

• M!A's are a ok! Just so long as it's nothing uncomfortable in my books.

• Please be patient! I may not be able to reply to you instantly, but i will get there. If i haven't replied in a while, feel free to tag me!- so long as it's not every few seconds/minutes-

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* Howl (he/they)

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* Probably around 7 years of rp experience- but dont let that deter you! I'd love to interact with you!

* Semi-literate- in short i sometimes type alot with fancy words- but don't let that deter you either, that also means i type not so fancy stuff-

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* Shoutmon (he/him, but they/them's cool too)

* The king of the digital world. With peace (mostly) achieved, he has time to show up in the human world more often.

* Pure of heart, dumb of ass (but atleast a little wiser)

* This literally doesn't matter but he's like 4'0".

* He's literally a foot shorter than Taiki, idk.

* Taiki Kudou (he/him)

* Hottokenai™

* 2 years post-Hunters, this dumbass is 16,

* And he still has relatively horrible self preservation.

* Dw, he probably has more stuff going on here than in canon (or rather briefly shown in canon). I will give him his own problems to deal with- i think—

#{𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘} - OOC #pinned post #nakamanokizuna #digimon rp #digimon xros wars rp #digimon xros wars #digimon #rp blog #roleplay blog #digimon rp blog #indie rp #indie rp blog #taiki kudou #shoutmon

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Self-Insert Info! (Will be updated occasionally probably)

Overarching Info!

Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Would give all organs & limbs for any f/os. All have fucked up genders and daddy issues. All are sapphic, genderqueer/demigender in some way, and on the aro & ace spectrums. Usually have a twin and an older sibling. Has a pet frog named Noah - sometimes sentient, sometimes not.

Five Nights at Freddy's

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/it

Nicknames (From Others): Meggie/Love/Sweetheart/Flower blossom (from Phone Gal)

Nicknames (For Others): Sunshine (for Phone Gal)

Extra Info: We're happily married, and have been for several years at this point. Our anniversary is 9/2.

Detectives United/Other related media

Name: Celine Aers/Brown

Pronouns: she/he/it

Nicknames (From Others): Kiddo (from Dorian), Favorite Niece (from Uncle Mortimer), Spirit (from Uncle James), Little Angel (from Uncle Dorian), Sport (from Aunt Amber), Kitty (from Aunt Shade)

Nicknames (For Others): Uncle Morti/Uncle Roses (for Uncle Mortimer), Uncle Ghost (for Uncle James), Aunt Photo/Aunt Memory (for Aunt Anna), Uncle da Vinci (for Uncle Dorian), Aunt Agent (for Aunt Amber), Aunt Vulpine/Aunt Girlboss (for Aunt Shade)

Extra Info: Definitely the most Mary-Sue-esc of my S/Is. She's a forest spirit with a few cat-like traits (claws & a tail) and behaviors (stretches like one & lays in the sun). I was already an older teen when I met Dorian, so I only sometimes call him Dad. He's still my dad and I still love him like one. My anniversary with Yasmina and Althena is 2/15.

Dark Parables

Name: Cel Daffodil Branch

Pronouns: it/she/they

Nicknames (From Others): Cookie (from Kai)

Nicknames: (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: A childhood friend of Kai and Gerda. After the Snow Queen incident, it ran away from home. She was found and taken in by the Red Riding Hoods Sisters. She was there during the Mist Wolves incident. They sometimes exchange letters with Kai, and followed him to Floralia when he followed Gerda.

GreedFall

Name: Leslie de Sardet

Pronouns: she/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Dear Cousin (from Constantin), Mundeinhanem (from Síora), Your Highness (from Vasco), Green Blood (from Kurt), my child (from Petrus)

Nicknames (For Others): Darling Cousin (for Constantin), Mundeinhanem (for Síora), Sailor (for Vasco), Captain (for Kurt), Aphs (for Aphra)

Extra Info: I project onto the GF player character. Síora and I are disgustingly in love, and our anniversary is 3/19.

The Legend of Vox Machina

Name: Xerneas Fate

Pronouns: she/they/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Sugar (from Cassandra)

Nicknames (For Others): Cassie/Darling (for Cassandra), Percy/Gunsling King (for Percival)

Extra Info: Half-elf. Was second-in-command of the Whitestone Rebellion and pined (not-so-)subtly for Cassie for like 90% of it. Our anniversary is 3/15.

Wizard101

Name: Victoria Moonhunter

Pronouns: She/they/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Frosty/Sweetie/Sweetest (from Mellori)

Nicknames (For Others): Petal/Baby/Mel (for Mellori), Dad (for Arthur), Ben/Fireball (for Bentley)

Extra Info: Technically two S/Is combined. Ice wizard who dual-schools in storm. Friends with the rest of the Carpe Diem Society, I just am too lazy to add the nicknames at stuff rn.

Fortnite (Save the World)

Name: Rosebud Debonaire

Pronouns: She/they

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Rosie (from Clip), Flower (from Dennis)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear/Cas (for Clip), Denny (for Dennis)

Extra Info: An Outlander-class hero. One of the only people who can call Clip 'Cas' or any variant thereof.

Ace Attorney

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/he

Nicknames (From Others): Girlie (from Larry)

Nicknames (For Others): My Man (for Larry)

Extra Info: Not very developed. Larry's just my best friend it is what it is.

Genshin Impact

Name: Aslia Rosebloom

Pronouns: she/ro

Nicknames (From Others): Azzy/Cool Big Sister (from Bennett), Snowflake (from Kaeya), Icicle (from Diluc), My Icy Friend (from Venti), My Dandelion/Sweetheart (from Amber), Guiding Star/Darling (from Lumine), Sweetie/Firefly/Little Light (from Lynette), Lovely Ice (from Lyney)

Nicknames (For Others): Floaty Pal (for Paimon), Benny/Lil' Buddy (for Bennett), Snowdrift (for Kaeya), 'Luc/Inferno (for Diluc), Feather Boy/Vens (for Venti), My Bunny (for Amber), Lulu/Lumi/My Crystal (for Lumine), Lost Boy Returned/Returned (for Aether), Nettie (for Lynette), 'Ney (for Lyney), Remi (for Freminet)

Extra Info: Catalyst user with a Cryo vision. Resident of the city of Mondstat. 1000% a member of Benny's Adventure Team. Lumine and I's anniversary is 5/16, and I will add Amber+Eula and I's is 7/2. Lynette and I's is 8/17.

Honkai: Star Rail

Name: Miya "Debonaire" Starshine

Pronouns: They/it/he/she

Nicknames (From Others): Little Bird (from Welt), Birdie (from Himeko)

Nicknames (For Others): Danny (for Dan Heng), Mar (for March 7th), Dad (for Welt), Astie (for Asta), Kiddo (for Misha)

Extra Info: Part of the Astral Express Crew. Met Arlan and Misha and promptly claimed both of them as their brothers within the day. Was perfectly content with being single until it realized "oh dang i love Asta". The only one of the Astral Express Kids (itself, Dan Heng, March 7th, Stelle, and Caelus) to call Welt "Dad".

Monster Rancher

Name: Ivy Flower

Pronouns: She/it/he/they

Nicknames (From Others): Babe (from Holly)

Nicknames: For Others): Flower Petal (for Holly)

Extra Info: Also not very developed. I just really love Holly, y'know? Our anniversary is July 23rd.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Name: Tundra

Pronouns: she/per/it

Nicknames (From Others): Baby (from Gangle)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear (for Gangle), Rab-b&@*% (for Jax)

Extra Info: Going to fight Jax on Gangle's behalf.

Monster Prom

Name: Skelly Taun

Pronouns: It/she/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Angel (from Amira), Bestie (from Vicky)

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Has an incredibly misleading name - it's a siren and not a skeleton. Amira and I's anniversary is Nov. 19.

Doctor Who

Name: Joey Feather

Pronouns: they/she/bake

Nicknames (From Others): TBA

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Rory's childhood friend. Wasn't super fond of Amy at first, but eventually came around. Lost touch, but eventually reconnected and fell in love. A healthy dose of one-sided pining on Joey's part. Cares more about their bakery job than about whatever world-ending catastrophe is happening this time. Rory & I's anniversary is 12/16.

Hi-Fi RUSH

Name: Cocoa

Pronouns: fae/hir/her

Nicknames (From Others): Sweetie (from Peppermint

Nicknames (For Others): 'Mint (for Peppermint)

Extra Info: Has an Armstrong tech prosthetic eye. Faer vision's been subpar most of faer life, so fae got an Armstrong eye to better it. Still wears glasses anyways. Has scarring on her neck, usually hides it with a scarf.

Kin list jumpscare!

(Most of these affect my selfshipping but some do not)

- Willow (Don't Starve) (she/he)

- Joey (Fortnite: Battle Royale) (they/she)

- Joey's my main kin but more will be added with time

#self-ship community #self-inserts #self-insert info #familial f/o #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #💛❤️💜 brought together by fate 💜❤️💛

[rametarin]

Imagine a person..

The sort of person that walks into a D&D campaign, or any place centered for nerds on high fantasy, and the conversation they want to have is that, castles and monarchy are bad, and therefore, bad culture and bad influence on society.

So they demand putting in big disgusting notes at the start talking about, “CERTAIN UNDESIRABLE GROUPS sure have been whooping up monarchy and racism lately, huh! The feudal times were actually horrible and unequal and a terror, and we should stop idolizing them beyond nostalgia for [beloved book series that’s on thin ice but politically inexpedient to trash on without losing the audience]”

Then they start to suggest, ohhh, I dunno, fantasy settings with more.. I dunno.. just spitballin’.. anarcho-syndicalist or socialist themes maybe? Or mythological tribespeople with weird cultures on equality, something about ‘critical lenses’ maybe, and advice on why you should want to involve many cultures in your games and stories, but not allow anyone to play as them unless they’re the appropriate racial background in real life.

Yeah it’s irritating. But it’s also fucking ridiculous and presumptuous. You know whom you sound like when you do this?

How so? Okay,

what other presumptive ass would walk in on a bunch of nerds and tell them they’re FANTASY GOVERNMENT IN THEIR YE OLDE TIMEY MEDIEVAL EUROPEAN FANTASY GAME AND FRANCHISE WRONG? And then have the audacity to demand maybe OHHHH I DUNNO... CONSTITUTIONALIST FEDERAL GOVERNMENT HAVING REPUBLIC, WITH REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY?

Having the gall to tell them they, “shouldn’t idolize dead kings and should get a REAL government system in their imaginationland.” Because, “kings and royalty are for wusses and communists.”

You might be going, “THAT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT FROM WHEN I DO IT!” and. no it isn’t.

D&D and fantasy fiction use mythological past to stimulate the mind and actually learn about history, just to mythologize it. Of course feudalism was actually terrible. Romance of some things, particularly pirates for example, is terrible. But the people marching up this hill to make a fuss and try to pull a silk screen over peoples hearts and minds to manipulate them know publishing academic hitpieces, calling women out on their romanticizing pirates in novels and fiction, would make them terribly unpopular and rend their target audience dumb to their voice.

When fantasy utilizes the romantic image of the monarchy, they are NOT sponsoring monarchism, oh my fucking god. This disgusting fiction exists for nothing else than to justify treating aspects of media and culture the way tribes and nations treat features of geography for area denial from the enemy, to keep them thirsty, to starve them, to give them nowhere to live. I’m so tired of it not being understood that these people are behaving and thinking like this specifically for this tactic and outcome. Gatekeeping and ownership of the entire fandom of production and consumption of stories and fiction and art.

That’s authoritarian and tyrannical, and trying to use postmodernist nonsense the way religious moralists bandy about their religious text as if it were a book of facts for their undesired opinions.

Also popular is talking about how, “you know how European culture is specifically racist and all their fantasy creatures are just expressions of xenophobia, right? Orcs are ‘swarthy’ dangerous barbarian foreigners. black people! Those racist Europeans!”

Boiling down and tainting all European history to just, “white people are conceited monsters who unlike everybody else, hated everybody that was not their chosen people.” The least historical and most unflattering interpretation of culture and mythology you can have, done purely to invalidate and delegitimize a thing.

They invite other groups of people to accept this interpretation for two reasons. Firstly, it gives them cultural power to interpret things as true or false. That is a kind of power. Second, it gives different political entiites a popular (if incorrect) imagery to treat as true when dealing with European or people that are descended from them. And in theory since these people claim to be SoooOooOooOO protective of “persons of color,” this relationship can never go bad, can it?

Wrong. That’s not how people that think like this work. In conventional Marxism, the Marxists start spreading propaganda and working backwards with people to demand upon them even imaginary common ground they can agree on. Such as, “Ryan is an asshole because-”. Then they keep doing that, until the group reach consensus Ryan is an asshole, at least they can agree on THAT, and decides to kill Ryan. They make him dig his own hole, then put a bullet in his head and bury him.

And then the Marxist does the same thing to the next runner up, Michael, progressively assassinating the character of the competition without directly competing with them, getting the other participants to do his dirty work for him.

It start with, “all white people are racist.” When white people are no longer the scapegoats, then the same people that clawed their way up claiming to, “only care about racial and sexual justice!” and that white men embody the worst elements of both, suddenly switch to the next nearest, “oppressive majority.”

And they train youth to do this inter-community. So on the macro scale they’ll at least pay lip service to caring about Native American culture and religion and identity. On the micro scale, if they were being honest, they’d call many Native American tribes racist, most Native American cultures sexist, and tell them they don’t care what their history or traditions or culture say- they’re doing them wrong unless they do whatever the postmodernist socialist thinks is correct.

They didn’t USED to be so bold and broad with their terms for racism. They at least used to maintain a doublethink by the positive liberals that would say, “all racism is wrong,” while carefully using non-discussion and not allowing arguments or probing these thought destroying statements to prevent them asking if they’re saying non-whites are incapable of “being racist.”

The truth was they always believed racism was tied to class struggle theory and that meant white people were oppressors, thus racism was “the phenomenon of oppression living under a white majority with capitalism.” But the more general, palatable interpretation was, “racial discrimination bad. :)” With a million unseen and inaccessible asterisks that you WEREN’T SUPPOSED to even see to further ask them to clarify about.

But then they realized with the internet, people could trace the social lines back to sociology classes and professors and see the organization and institutions preaching this shit, even find the textbooks they’re printed in. So, they started being more upfront about it.

Before, they would’ve just avoided talking about it and let the other person give them the benefit of the doubt. SURELY, they didn’t mean, “all white people are racist/black and Asian people are incapable of racism,” right? When, yes, they did. Hiding in the ambiguities and things you’d never imagine they’d be implying in practice.

However, that’s just one step. Vilifying white people until white people are denied access or legitimacy to society because of their ethnic background isn’t the final step. Once whites are denied franchise just on the basis that being white is oppressive to others, then they’ll start trash talking the next minority as being the in-power majority; probably Asians, seeing as black people are the biggest sacred cows when it comes to racial discrimination, not just in the US, but globally. Then the generational story will be, “our beliefs weren’t complete. Also [other group] are bastards and their culture and heritage are imaginary trash, too.”

And so on. Presenting this as, “white people bad, we should gang up on them and do justice” is merely a means to an end for them. Sugar on medicine that sits in wait. Even if the next step is introduced 20 years from now.

So in short, these people are not the people you want to give the power to interpret fiction and fantasy, or gatekeep what is appropriate or not. They are not forthcoming, most of the time, and confuse THEIR good with true good on purpose. And believe so long as the book they’re drawing their absolutes from isn’t a religious text, but a sociology one, that it’s somehow more valid or empirical.

And they have no more weight to their bullshit than Stan Smith does, demanding our fantasy stories and romantic genres revolve around his idea of a “correct, moral and upstanding government and social values.” for the exact same reasons Stan would want to impose those on his son’s games.

[dunmer-pussy]

13 19 43 😈 for the guardian asks

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13. Is your Guardian stealthy or "stealthy?"

If I am interpreting this correctly...

If it's stealth as in sneaking around Assassin's Creed style, Nebula is nearly inaudible when he wants to be. You couldn't even hear the noise of his mechanicals as he moves, like the shadows themselves concealed him in the silence of space. Living out in the wilderness for six years before turning himself up at the Last City has taught him well to be as quiet as physically possible for a Titan, for an Exo.

In any other situation where he's messing around, he isn't exactly the most quiet. He knows he isn't doing it because survival and tactical advantages are on the line, so he lets himself go a little. He's still incredibly quiet depending on the situation, but you can at least hear him a little bit if you really listen closely or he happens to slip and make a noise that's less-than-quiet.

19. If your Guardian left behind audio logs like Cayde after his death, what would they say? Who would they be addressed to?

Nebula would leave behind both audio logs and written files. They would be found everywhere -- in the nooks and crannies between the places the world forgot, blared on repeat between the lines of his favourite songs, played like an ode or an elegy aboard his beloved Morning Star. So to speak, metaphorically, blah blah.

They would address anyone who finds them, anyone who cranes their neck and strains their ears to hear the whispers on the wind, those attentive and sharp enough to hear whispers of his life and death between the singing of songbirds and his legacy echoed in the yips and barks of coyotes over a wasteland.

They can be found in Cayde's old stash sites. In Pulsar's library. In Atlas' accounts of the Hive. In the eyes of Zavala, of Ikora, of Banshee and Amanda and everyone in the Tower that had been blessed by his presence, stolen away so suddenly and sharply. He dies, and in his will is the world laid at the feet of his inheritors.

The physical journals and audio files are just as widespread as the metaphors I've painted to describe them. They can be found in hidden places, yes, but also bought with the right price, or handed off from one person to the next, and some of them you might just be lucky enough to find copies of them. They address his "Inheritors," -- his children, his crew, his lovers, his friends, and even whoever may be listening and reading. Most notably, however, they address Cayde -- his King of Spades, his dear Wormwood.

Coordinates wrapped in riddles to riches untapped. A legacy of sorrow and of strength and of pain, his life story recounted in simple words and plain speech. In warnings, in instructions, in fables and tales from his life that make him sound a thousand times more legendary than he actually is. After all, he is just a man. Before a Guardian, he is a man. Before a father, he is a man. Before a husband, before a lover, before a hero, he is a man.

And even in death, he doesn't want the world he's leaving behind to forget this.

43. If your Guardian is the type for pranking, what kind of pranks do they do?

Look. I may have previously described Nebby as this big serious brooding badass but he is actually a big goofball. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. He's serious only when the situation or circumstances call for it and his level of seriousness often dictates just how dire the situation is. Is he snappy and sarcastic, maybe making perfectly-timed witty comments? Not that serious. Suddenly barking orders and glowering at anyone who looks at him expecting him to laugh and say it's a joke? Oh shit, the Witness is here type serious. It takes a LOT to make him take anything serious, which he is often chided for -- "Do you not understand the weight of the situation at hand?"

Some of Nebula's pranks are harmless, like purposefully rearranging people's things so they think they've misplaced it only to find it hiding under their nose. But some of them are more on the disruptive and even mean side -- but he means well regardless.

Depending on the person he's pranking, he often knows just what makes them click. Just what would drive them up the wall. And he plans just what to do, meticulously, with as much precision he can muster -- and then, he strikes, having constructed the perfect prank to either tease them slightly, make them laugh, or come across as pure mean-spirited depending on the individual, their comfort level, and the observers (if any).

Yes, he has gone after Ikora. Yes, he has gone after Zavala. Banshee. Saint. Eris. He has a hit list and he swears he will mess with everyone on it before he dies his final death or so help him.

Buuut considering how sweet he is, he often helps with cleanup and the like, and makes sure that the person he messed with is laughing by the end of it. That is, if they can.

and as a bonus because I DESPERATELY want to answer this one:

28. Their reaction to Cayde's death? Were they bloodthirsty, hungry for revenge; or tired and grieving after so many lost?

ready the screaming at me in the comments and the ask box because this one is a DOOZY

Cayde-6 was his first husband. Together they raised the twins Ace and Kookaburra, who accompanied Cayde to the Prison of Elders. Of the four, Nebula was the only one who survived. On his way to where Cayde was upon responding to a call he made to him, he saw the bodies of the twins.

Ace, having been shot in the head, clearly after postulating himself and puffing himself out, taking the Scorn who killed him down with him. Nebula swelled up with pride, despite the fact that he was so utterly crushed. However, somewhat hopeful that one day a Ghost would find Ace. Kookaburra was found mutilated in a room full of dead Scorn, having been brutally torn apart by her, where she clearly sustained several major stab wounds, gunshot wounds, and other wounds before killing her opponents, and succumbing to her injuries.

Nebula didn't have the guts to tell Cayde. He didn't have the guts to tell anyone. His life was torn away from him within the span of a few hours -- but part of him felt that Cayde already knew. He was with them, after all, unless he went ahead. That could explain it. Both of their children were dead and he wouldn't even know. At least they went down fighting -- that had to amount to something.

Nebula was there when Uldren shot Cayde. When the thread that kept him stable through loosing his children snapped, snapped with an echoing shot, with silence, with a cry that must have been from him even if he couldn't exactly feel or hear him making it. Losing Cayde so suddenly, so brutally, just as he was arriving to the scene, was his last straw. If only he had been quicker, if only he didn't slow down, then maybe. Just maybe.

And Uldren was gone as soon as Nebula saw him, too spacey to process anything other than a pain so visceral it had no words, the man he'd spent twenty long years with was torn from him, the man he'd raised children with, the man he swore that if he lost he would never love again. And there was hatred, agony and hatred, a desire to tear into Uldren like a wretched animal. Uldren took everything from him.

There was rushing to Cayde's side, there was heaving him into his lap, watching the light fade from his optics, begging him to hold on. He'll use a healing grenade, anything, anything -- he promised Cayde he was going to be okay, to stop being so lovingly insufferable for two seconds, he was going to save him, he was going to bring him home...

And bring him home he did.

Wrapped in cloth, laid across Nebula's rounded shield, the only part of him visible being one of his hands, adorned with a wedding ring.

Nothing worldly can we take to the life after one's final death.

And Nebula carried him home, strapped on his shield, bearing the weight of a widow on his shoulders. A vilomah, grief threatening to crush him whole.

He was tired. He was grieving. But he was also burning with the fury of a thousand suns.

And he sold his soul to hunting Uldren. To rallying Guardian after Guardian to his cause, working as one. A swarm of a thousand bees flocking around a singular Queen; a Queen of Hearts. Everything he did was for the sole purpose of avenging Cayde, even if it didn't seem related. All a tiny piece to a thousand-piece puzzle, climaxing in leading a pack of thousands of Guardians to Uldren's location for the sole purpose of scaring him into surrender, or tearing him apart like ravenous wolves.

Nebula was the one who killed Uldren, hands shaking, burning with hatred. And when the deed was done, it ended not with a whimper, not with the bang of a gunshot, but of a roar of victory. Death thrown off the back of his pale white horse. And it was responded to by the voices of thousands. No longer will Nebula hold the title of The Widow, no longer would he be known as Widow-of-Hen, Widow-of-Spades or Hunter's Widow. Only the Queen of Hearts remains.

But even then. Even then, that wouldn't take away the pain. No amount of killing would bring Cayde back, and he set in motion what could possibly be a brutal cycle of revenge killings. No more, he declared. No more.

He spent much of this time in solitude. Visiting his husband's gravesite, and the accompanying cenotaphs to their children, their bodies having been left out on purpose in hopes that they might one day be selected by Ghosts. Unlike Cayde, the twins actually had a chance.

There was nothing left for him now other than tilting his face to the light and hoping that it will all pass. That he will breathe again. That the weight on his chest would stop crushing him whole.

Once there was four. Then there was two.

And now there is one.

#destiny oc #destiny titan #destiny exo #destiny fanfiction #destiny 2 #destiny #caydeposting #nebula-10

[james-bucky-barnes-imagines]

name to be determined

please go easy on me this is something new im trying its gonna have marvel and sandman mixed (this may have some violence and mentions of blood also mabey some angst idk

you were a guardian to the winter soldier. you also helped him with missions. he never really needed the help but hydra wanted to make sure he wasn't able to run off . you trained together, you ate together you both hated that..., you slept together you were both put into those awful machines that made you cold and everything go black. at least those were separate. . . when they woke you up they strapped you into those chairs ... any time either of you screwed up both of you were punished for it until one mission went wrong and the target you were supposed to "take care of" got wind that the ghost and his angel were in town. you had no clue how he was able to find out. winter and you made your move in the middle of the night when the target was walking down the street. that really should have been a sign or maybe the trench coat should have told you he was a hunter. winter attacked first and the man was injured but he wasn't dead instead you watched him pull a knife out of his shoulder and then try to kill winter with it. You couldn't tell if winter had moved fast enough to avoid the attack. this should have been your wake-up call but no. you were a dumb ass and tackled the target and proceeded to try to finish the job but for all your efforts you were awarded a shiny silver knife to your chest. You screamed as you pulled the knife out and stabbed the hunter with it. You watched as winter pulled the knife out of the hunter's throat. he knelt by you. your vision was blurry "winter I'm sorry " you whispered holding your shoulder . " shhh he whispered as he examined the knife wound. the knife being pure silver burned where ever your skin touched it. He checked your hand "it was silver" he almost whispers. the knife had barely missed your heart causing you to bleed terribly. if you were human you would be dead because their hearts beat faster. your heart rate was very slow due to the vampire DNA mixed with your wolf genes. your eyes begin to close as you lost the battle to stay conscious. even though he bandaged and cleaned the wound. you were losing a lot of blood making you weaker than you already were kept by hydra. you barely moved as he scooped you up careful of your large wings. as the soldier walked down the street you began to dream for the first time. you found yourself on a beach with black sand in front of massive gates that were beautifully carved. you had no idea where you were as you had never been here before. you were frightened and awestruck at the sight before you. suddenly sand began to swirl and a man dressed in solid black with a long black coat with marble-like skin, messy hair, and beautiful blue-grey eyes appears before you. in a voice that was dark as the clothing he wore with a soft tone " you are new here I have never felt you here before. you respond quickly where is here? I need to get back to my human if I leave him too long ill get us both into trouble. the man declares "I am Morpheus dream of the endless, this is the dreaming my Realm". you are asleep. "how come I have never been here then ?" you ask. dream says take my hand we are going to my palace we shall find out why, we shall ask my librarian Lucienne. dream takes sand out of his pouch and throws it in the air the sand spins teleporting you both to the biggest Library you have ever seen. it has grand pillars with beautiful carvings and millions of books lining the shelves. good morning my king Lucienne says as she walks by carrying a stack of books. dream says Lucienne we are trying to find out why y/n has never visited the dreaming before now. Lucienne says in a light tone it may be because she is not fully human my king. you look up at her with a questioning look as to how she knew what you were.

back in the waking world, the soldier has to stop walking and lay you down because he has a burning pain in his left side. He looks down to see a deep slash in his side. He bandaged himself and picked you up again gently trying to no jostle you, as he carried you walking to the pick-up site he knew if he didn't return in time you both would really be in deep trouble. he could only hope you held on.

back in the dreaming you looked to dream and said who is y/n? you may have been in the dreaming but that didn't mean you had any memories. my king, I have never heard that name before sir. both dream and Lucienne looked to you. dream spoke his voice like velvet "you do not know your own name ?" you responded softly that is not the name I am called my human winter calls me death or angel others in the compound call me hybrid. dream says death is my sister's name. . . my lord if I may lucienne speaks up holding a dark-colored book to hand to him. dreams takes the book of your life and soon finds out all about you. he looks up after several minutes and says you don't ever get to sleep enough to dream. he did not wish to get you into any trouble back in the waking world. he did not want to ruin the risk of you being able to return to dreaming, so he did not tell you anything the book said about you. but he wondered why now you were finally able to visit the dreaming. he decided to take a trip to the waking world to find you.

you began to fidget with your wings becoming nervous. dream said softly don't worry you won't get into trouble for being here. but I must take my leave of you, for now, I have duties to attend to. if you need anything Lucienne will help you. you nodded thank you, my king.

you asked Lucienne may I go look outside? if I'm dreaming the sun shouldn't burn me. Lucienne says yes you can if you want I can show you around. that wouldn't get you into trouble, would it? you asked hesitantly. Lucienne no that is what lord Morpheus wants me to do. you are quite unique having never been to the dreaming before. dream leaves the two of you in the Library and leaves to go to the lake where he can find you as your dreaming in the waking world.

In the waking world, the soldier is at the pick-up point. He passes out as soon as he hands you over to the other agents they take both of you and left you in the medical wing they decided to put you in a healing tank. They clean the soldier's wound and stitch him up and give him 2 bags of blood in a transfusion then he is carried back to his cell. after he wakes He gives his mission report the mission was a success but somehow the target knew ahead of time.

in the dreaming you are wandering around the palace grounds outside enjoying the sunshine. Lucienne is giving you a tour of the beautiful garden.