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yeehawbvby · 8 months
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scattered-winter · 7 months
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tw for injury + aftermath of torture etc
The room was empty save for a figure slumped against the far wall, arms stretched above his head and chained to the wall.
Shiro's heart lurched in his chest.
He didn't remember running across the cold stone floor, or dropping his shield to the ground midstride, or Keith's white, terrified face as he ran beside him.
The next thing Shiro knew, he was standing in front of Adam, breath stuttering as he got his first real look at what Zarkon had done to him.
He was slumped bonelessly in his chains, chin against his chest and eyes screwed shut. Nearly every visible inch of his body was bloodied or bruised, and one of his arms was bent at a sickening angle. His clothes were charred and tattered, and Shiro realized with a horrible, sinking feeling in his gut that there was a Grimm infection, too; raw, blackened skin surrounding deep lacerations in his torso and stomach like something had clawed him. Wisps of black smoke curled from the wounds, and the scent of decay was nearly overwhelming.
The infection was worse than anything he'd ever seen. Tendrils of black snaked down Adam's arms, curled up the sides of his neck.
It looked like Zarkon had let his Grimm use Adam as a chew toy.
Pushing away his horror, Shiro raised his hands to gently cup Adam's cheeks, lifting his head up and cradling his face between his hands.
Adam's eyes were closed, his face nearly white; his cheeks were sunken and hollow, and his eyes were ringed with dark shadows.
"Adam, baby, wake up," Shiro murmured, fighting to keep the tremble from his voice. "Come back to me."
A crease appeared between Adam's brows, a thin moan rising strangled and hoarse from between cracked lips.
Gold eyes cracked open, hazy with pain and exhaustion and gods knew what else.
Relief flooded through Shiro, and he had to hold back a strained laugh. "There you are. Can you hear me?"
The crease between his brows deepened. " 'Kashi?" Adam's voice was rough and cracked like he'd screamed himself hoarse. He probably had. There was something else there, too; pain, exhaustion, hope so raw it was painful.
Then some of the haze cleared from Adam's eyes, a touch of clarity returning. "You---you shouldn't be here," he rasped, expression showing the first signs of panic.
Shiro's thumbs brushed over Adam's cheekbones. "It's okay. We're getting out of here. All of us."
He half-expected Adam to argue, but he just leaned into Shiro's touch, eyes sliding closed as a choked, strangled sob rattled his chains.
Shiro's thumbs moved in comforting circles over Adam's cheeks; he met Keith's wide, horrified eyes over Adam's shoulder. "Let's get him down."
Keith's blade easily slashed through the chains, and Adam dropped into Shiro’s arms like a rag doll. He whined as he slumped into Shiro's arms, face going impossibly whiter as his injuries were jostled, and Shiro cursed himself.
"Sorry, sorry," he murmured, wrapping a supporting arm around Adam's waist as he shuddered against Shiro's body.
Keith looked stricken; he stepped away, holding his katar out to bear. "I'll lead the way out."
Shiro nodded and carefully slid an arm beneath Adam's knees to lift him into his arms. Adam's arm looped over Shiro's shoulders, his head dropping to loll against Shiro's chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, rattling in his chest like something inside him was broken.
He didn't have much time. They had to move.
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dimitrscu · 2 years
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without fail when i see someone talking shit about malenia with low-key sexist comments, i look at their profile and 99% of the time it’s like ‘27, male’ and i nod at the complete and utter lack of surprise
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skrunksthatwunk · 1 year
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me when i simply must have him
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abittersweetthing · 1 year
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god, after waiting for the most inconvenient day of my entire month:
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randomwords247 · 2 years
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Woe, queue be upon ye
(full drawing below cut. CLARIFICATION - most of said queue is reblogs)
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mediocresalt · 2 years
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my heart physically hurts after s3e4 of tua like... so many thought so little time...
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owlpellet · 4 months
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Is there a dragon version of the Niram?
THE Niram. The one and only.
It's so funny you ask because he's the only party member AND only one of my major OCs that doesn't have a dragon. This is entirely because I was being hugely picky and the color combo I wanted was super rare and I needed plague eyes so I had to rent a nest for ages AND gamble with the colors and when I finally got one in a range with which I was content it was a female dragon lmao
I might eventually shell for a silhouette scroll and the other gene scrolls I need and use her anyway, because I don't think I'm getting my eggplant/phthalo/ice plague male dream dragon any time soon
but anyway here's what it'll look like once it's done!
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edit: i just realized this ask could have had nothing to do with FR and just meant dragons in general but woe, FR be upon ye
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fates-theysband · 1 year
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💕 for any S/I you want!
woe, unsleeping city s/i be upon ye because i think if i say one more thing about my more developed s/is unprompted you guys will murder me and because i wanna flesh out some of the s/is i made and then proceeded to never talk much about
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buckle up, this turned out longer than i thought
their name is riot perkins (riot is a chosen name, their parents were not that cool), they're a burned out Customer Service Bastard from flyover country who went to new york city a year prior to the events of canon. originally they were traveling there to see their significant other, but they broke up too late to refund the tickets so they were like "eh fuck it i already got the time off approved" and went alone.
during their visit to the new york aquarium, they saw the tank for the giant pacific octopus and had an abrupt (magically induced) flashback to when they were a kid out with their family on the lake back in oklahoma, and they fell off the boat. their dad pulled them out quickly enough that they were okay, but they never stopped believing that they felt something grab their ankle and try to pull them down, nor did they ever stop believing that they saw a shape moving beneath the surface that didn't look like it belonged in a freshwater lake.
they came out of the flashback shaken, inexplicably soaked with seawater, and with an understanding that the thing that tried to take them all those years ago--or something like it--was trying to reach them even now. they finished their vacation, went home, and spent the next year plagued by voices in their dreams asking, pleading, demanding that they "return to the sea". they finally couldn't sate the desperation with local aquariums, and staying awake just delayed the inevitable. they took a leave of absence from their job citing mental health concerns and went back to new york.
i've said this before but the moment they set foot back into the aquarium, they blinked and found themself kneeling in front of the octopus tank, once again drenched in seawater, surrounded by broken glass and cradling the octopus itself in their arms. but the tank was intact, there still appeared to be an octopus inside, and nobody asked any questions. they rushed back to the hotel, put their new companion in a full bathtub, and immediately passed out. they slept like a fucking rock that night.
anyway they're a fathomless warlock and the octopus is their pact of the chain familiar. her name is whisper. they uprooted, moved to new york officially, got a crappy apartment. still keep odd hours, still pretty tired all the time. i feel like they first meet pete in a bodega at 3 AM like...shortly after santacon; both of them are up way too late and super out of it, they don't see each other, they bump into each other, they drop all their stuff...but none of it hits the floor. pete probably falls completely over and almost doesn't notice the person standing over him apologizing profusely and offering a hand to help him up because is that a fucking floating octopus that caught his peace tea and gummy worms?
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opaleyedprince · 2 years
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anyway woe plague bloodborne oc lore be upon ye
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lesbian-choso · 3 years
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doodlerh · 3 years
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hello hades community
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berryberryrad · 3 years
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𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩⚡️
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shino aburame, sfw alphabet prompt
if this comes across as ooc, literally hit me pls. I’m usually kiba biased, but something about shino has just been hitting different recently.
warnings: blatant abuse of grammar and punctuation. cursing. i’m no writer, i just tell it like i see it. I wrote this on mobile and am not a tech guru so I wish I could do the fancy little, “keep reading,” bit but I’m
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
we’ve all come to the generalized conclusion that the aburame clan aren’t handsy. shino falls in line with this, and pda or even private interactions that involve skin to skin contact aren’t going to be his forte. I can see him holding hands, or the aspect of interlocking pinkies with this boy while you’re both reading or walking throughout the woods just has me weak in my knees. a more common way shino would express himself by ways of affection would be listening; absorbing every word you have to give and then offering up the information he’s collected later to show that he does hang onto your every word. he does so subtly, remembering things that you mentioned favoring seemingly offhandedly but in reality he wants you to feel as seen as you make him feel. someone give him a kind smile right now
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
shino’s so quick to throw around the, “I’m not sure I have any friends,” card when kiba inuzuka literally exists— the audacity of this man. team 8? the bond the three of them have outdoes friendship. the loyalty. the camaraderie. the attitude. i get whiplash from their personalities interacting, and i love every minute of it. the bluntness of shino can come across as rude disposition, however it all comes a place of well intent. he speaks his mind, and he speaks the truth. all of it. having shino aburame as a friend would mean you could easily find calm grounds to stand upon. he’d offer words of harsh wisdom, whether you ask for them or not. he sees the best in people even behind his quiet demeanor, and has loyalty oozing out of him. good boy, 10/10 wanna be his best friend.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
can i be self-indulgent for .6 seconds: imagine how w a r m shino is. it had to be said.
anyways, aburame clan: not particularly touchy. we talked about this. however there would come times where shino would hold your hand. it was a practice you initiated, and he quickly caught onto. when you walk through the forest together, he’ll send his bugs out to take a quick peek around before interlocking your fingers silently. he’ll be nervous the first time, but eventually is confident enough to make the move without any plaguing hesitation.
I could go on and on about hand holding because I’m a simple girl, but we gotta get to the goods.
cuddling? with shino aburame? a prize that I want to win. you. bug boy. sitting side by side, chatting about slice of life oddities— you put your head on his shoulder. okay little baddie, we see you: he very carefully presses his head onto the top of yours. shoulder to shoulder, his cheek resting in your hair. you never stop talking about your day, and he never stops you. it feels so natural and easy. c o z y. I’m soft.
you don’t spoon, you want to see his face when he lights up with facts about entomology. when you reach that state in your relationship, you lay side by side and play with his fingers, or he draws lazy patterns on your wrist.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
he’d love to settle down wtf. he’d want to keep a romantic partner close, but even platonically— shino’s in it for the long haul.
he may be bug boy, but he’s also a clean boy. right? like okay his hair may be a bit unkept, and his room is definitely littered with sketches of insects and books here and there. but they’re organized in a way that makes sense to him. he can immediately find whatever he needs whenever he needs it, and that doesn’t make him unclean. when it comes to his insects, he keeps them tucked away with precision. each is labeled and jarred away probably alphabetically, idk, that just feels right to me.
cooking is something that can be accomplished in theory. a recipe can be read and executed, but that’s as far as it goes with shino. don’t expect much creative flare, the aburames are known bug enthusiasts, not ramen curators. the most spontaneity you can hope for is perhaps a pinch of salt on your eggs in the morning. if it’s not in the recipe, it’s not happening. he’s a boy of many talents, cooking is barely one of them.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
i don’t even wanna entertain shino breaking my heart—
good thing he’s breaking yours
shino wouldn’t let a platonic relationship go far enough into a romantic status unless he was without a doubt that you were someone he could trust and hold close to his person. honestly I’d say you’d have to be the one to break up with him if you managed to get far enough in. but if he had to break up with you? he’d have the briefest moment of hurt before setting it out all on the table. once his mind is made up, it’s over. he’s not one to dance around the point. you probably won’t even have to ask why. he’ll tell you without prompting.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
oh shino has no problem committing his life to you, after you’ve been together for a very long time that is. marriage isn’t the forthcoming thought pressing into his conscious. it’d be something you had to mention in passing to him to let him know you were interested. to shino, he recognizes your relationship as it is: a relationship. your partners for better or worse, he doesn’t think a marriage certificate has any true significance in the way you share feelings for one another.
but you’d like a wedding? okay, no qualms. he’d want to wait a few years, and the atmosphere of the village would to have to fair calm, but he wouldn’t mind a small ceremony. when he tilts your head back and kisses you to seal the deal, kiba faints.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
sorry I was just checking the time, seems to me like it’s, “soft boy hours.”
I want you to know right now that shino aburame hangs onto every word you say with such fervor, it’s just darling okay? emotionally, when you’ve established that you plan on playing an active role in his life, he’s so doting. asks you short and simple questions about your day. offers advice on your woes. let’s you interact with his bugs— because he trusts you. and you better offer him the same love and respect back. I have this whole thing about him receiving cheek kisses. he eats that shit up okay, but silently with a blush crawling up his neck and wrapping around his ears. pinky holding— hullo. that’s the gentlest thing homies can do.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
maybe he hugs you first. that’s wild, but it keeps you on your toes. you held his hand first, yes, but that night when he accompanies you home you stand nearly toe to toe. you haven’t released hands yet, and he’s overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude to someone who has lent an ear to him with no ulterior motives other than quality time. it’s strangely second nature to him as he wraps a fast arm around your waist, crushing your held hands between your bodies. you’re taken aback, obviously, but before you can even share a proper moment in the same space he’s retreating back into his stoic persona and wishing you a good night.
shino hugs with his whole body, and my favorite version of this would be him wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your crushed into his shoulder. love it. he doesn’t hug often, cherish the ones he shares with you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
shino, ever the one to speak his mind, let’s you know he loves you immediately when it occurs to him. I’m not quite sure when this is, but you’ve been apart of his life for a long time without a doubt. you make him feel safe, seen, and he is sure he can trust you. you probably ask him a question about like the process through which butterflies migrate or whatever, I’m not clever enough to think of insect related questions, but after he gets done explaining and you’ve got this thoughtful expression on your face he just blatantly says it. it’s so matter of fact and without any doubt that you have to blink for a moment before sharing the sentiment. it’s not awkward. there’s not any fanfare or roses involved. it’s the truth, and you’re both quietly over the moon about it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
shino and jealousy don’t necessarily exist in the same realm. he’s not going to entertain someone he can’t trust, that’s just a given. and if he did have any doubt in his mind you were pursuing something romantic from another, he’d simply send one of his bugs to investigate the situation. if it proved to be true, he’d confront you on it. if he’s misunderstood the circumstances then he can admit it, but if he hasn’t then he’ll make it apparent to you very quickly he doesn’t appreciate what you’ve been doing.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
soft, goodnight.
okay so like forehead kisses, right? forehead kisses by shino>>>>
i will die on this hill, don’t test me.
shino kisses softly and with purpose, there is nothing he does without meaning. it’s a press of his lips to your forehead before leaving for a mission, it’s brushing your lips together in the moonlight, it’s pushing the pads of your fingers against his mouth when you’re upset. I’m a hopeless romantic and there’s only so many euphemism for kissing, so take what you’re given. shino isn’t experienced in tonsil surfing, so you’ll have to bear with him. it’s something that relies less on textbook skill and moreover on feeling and primal intuition, something he does have so he’s not completely clueless. like i said, forehead kisses are a go to and idk if I’ve mentioned you giving shino cheek kisses but for the love of god, please opt to. he eats that shit up, you gotta.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
kurenai herself made note of how well shino interacts with kids, and I have never known kurenai to be wrong so it’s been decided. shino? amazing with kids. the scene between him and mirai? shino giving a piggy back ride? goodnight y’all, imma clock out.
and he eventually becomes sensei badass okay, like he can handle himself amongst a child or two. as far as having his own children I think he’d do well with one. shibi and shino share the classic aburame relationship: mutual understanding and appreciation of one another’s existence, and i can see him sharing that with his own child and then some. he spent the better part of his own childhood in solitude. it was in tandem sought out and forced upon him. big boy perks. he’d want his child to not only embrace their aburame side, bugs and all— but also to feel confident and extroverted enough to branch out and make interpersonal relationships
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
imagine being a morning person. I mean shino doesn’t have to, but it couldn’t be me. shino’s up before dawn breaks, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and pressing his glasses into his nose before he even opens his eyes. rise and shine. if you’ve been sleeping beside him, he’ll cast a long look you’re way, admiring your still figure before standing and beginning his day quietly so as not to wake you. he lets you sleep as long as you wish unless you instruct otherwise. sometimes you ask him to wake you when he wakes himself. you always regret it because why the fuck is he awake, the crickets are still outside doing god knows what. he thinks the ambiance of an early morning is peaceful, and it sets his person in ease.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
can we all just take a moment to appreciate the grand outdoors and how precious it would be to have shino watching you fondly ogle at fireflies in the middle of a field. like arms crossed with a gentle smile behind his collar as you open mouth grin and point because he absolutely asks them to do something impressive just to see you in awe.
nights are spent outside staring up at the sky. in a tree? on the ground? in the park? in the middle of the woods? who cares, time with shino is time well spent.
if it’s raining then that’s tough, I guess y’all will just have to have a night in. sometimes you play shogi, and you don’t complain when he lets you win despite you showing no true skill for the game. he doesn’t mind.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
oh shino won’t reveal anything haha. well not on purpose. see I know I’ve gone on and on about shino being so attuned to you and what you have to say, but you have to show him equal attention and devotion to get a good read of him. anything personal that can be taken from him is conveyed so subtly you’ll miss it if you’re not paying attention. he’ll answer any question you ask, however if you get too personal too fast he’ll slyly avoid the question
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
not easily angered, moreover easily annoyed. while shino may not be on shikamaru’s level of strategical advances, he does have a pretty good sense of how things should be completed. it’s usually the way that benefits the most people and accomplishes the goal with as little room for error as possible. when things stray off from the how he envisioned them, I see him getting a little irritated. I think the time he’s spent with kiba has aided in this conclusion, and he isn’t as easily moved to a pissy nature as he once was, but I think the sullen nature still translates across if things fail to go his way because in his mind, it’s the most logical path.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
broken record alert: he’s a good listener. it’s both a strategic move to manipulate situations because he’s become so good at reading people, and his own unique love language. it’s the juxtaposition of words of affirmation; he shows he cares by ways of empathy and action. it’s stoic empathy, but empathy nonetheless. he remembers everything you tell him, and everything you don’t. on missions when you two are parted, his thoughts are sometimes clouded with images of the way your mouth arches when you laugh, or the soft smell of you lingering on his coat after you hugged him goodbye.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
when you let him go on and on about his insects and you seem genuinely interested. so often do people put up with shino’s knack for bugs out of politeness or to just let him fill the silence— but you ask questions. you seem intrigued with any word that falls from his lips and you’re quick to quip back with facts you’ve dug up on your own. you’re curious about what shino is so attuned with, and he is so excited to have someone to educate who wants to learn. you’ll go on small adventures to locate bugs to breed or to simply watch, and it’s at these moments when you’re both silent and poised over a poisonous beetle with a respective jar and net that he remembers fondly when you’re both parted.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
well he’s already sworn to protect the village, so initially it’s on that basis. his duty is to do whatever he can to keep the residents of the hidden leaf secure, but with you he keeps a bit more of a watchful eye available. he isn’t paranoid or overly protective, however on days his mind is uneasy, shino has no qualms sending a beatle to hover your person. it’s just a security measure, nothing to write home about.
you keep shino protected from his inner turmoils. hinata and kiba can only reassure him so much, but shino has developed the habit of writing them off. they’re just his teammates, they have to put up with him. however you have no personal ties to him really. you stick around on your own accord, and this boosts his self esteem immensely. you put his mind at ease and make note to remind him daily that the members of team eight are an excellent unit and that he needs to give kiba and hinata more credit because they both care about him as well. akamaru too, woof woof dummy. accept the love.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
shino’s not a man of many words, and when he does spit fire, it’s calculated and can come across as blunt assertion. you’ll come to put up with it, but he can come to understand he can be a bit overbearing in this aspect. so as I’ve expressed, words of affirmation aren’t his love language (though don’t put it past him to whisper sweetness into your ear when you’re both alone: that would be lovely.)
he expresses himself through gifts, awe. shino won’t present you with precious jewels or money as means of affection. no, the gifts are moreover practical. a book you had been pining after, a scarf to keep you warm in the upcoming months, things of that nature. he also collects rocks, we can collectively agree on that as a community right? he’ll share them with you, encouraging you to begin your own arsenal of rocks that entertain no one but are a sweet gesture— thanks shino.
dates are long walks when he as spare time. he doesn’t mind if they’re silent or if you fill the space with your own daily narrative. you’ll both trade useless dialogue and he likes it. it’s a sense of normalcy for him.
he doesn’t try particularly hard in any sense, but he doesn’t need to. time spent with shino is delightfully casual in both of your lives, please don’t mind it.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
what if shino picks his nails, awe.
he’s a wonderful, brilliant little creature: but he has a habit of writing off people who clearly care about him. you’ve gotta take a little energy into reassuring him from time to time. he won’t outwardly mope in this mentality, but sometimes he seems a little off and it will fall on your shoulders to assist him
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
mans only lets like 3% of his face be shown for the better part of the series and then decided that a visor and top knot were gonna be his debut look in boruto, he is n o t the one to look to for fashion advice, and this is coming from someone who simps so hard for shino aburame like he’s lowkey giving kiba a run for his money at this point but like come on
as far as his s/o goes i know the prompt didn’t ask but he doesn’t mind what his s/o particularly looks like. it’s a personality game baby, let’s go
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
shino’s written as a loner, and he doesn’t particularly mind that status but a friend every now and then is never unwelcome. he deserves to be appreciated, and while he may not outwardly show that he receives the appreciation in good spirits, you can rest assured he does. having a partner would be pleasant, no doubt, and he would love having someone by his side to call a best friend (and eventual partner) however shino’s existence isn’t completely codependent on another half. he can exist on his own with just the company of his bugs with no true remorse. he does feel lonely at times, but he’s got the squad of the hidden leaf backing him up. he’ll make it through
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
blush bug boy shino = a happy bee (‘s me, I’m bee)
the headcannons where stoic blunt hardass shino is an inexperienced nervous boy eat me alive. man’s is a shinobi who has faced peril and nearly suffocates when you hold his hand for the first time? imma head out, i love it
he’s also always early to things? yes please? early is on time, on time is late, and late means call an ambulance, something super not cool has gone down
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
if you don’t like bugs, you have to evacuate the dancefloor. I’m not saying you have to be the president of the, “insects are the superior race,” committee. to enjoy something and appreciate something from a distance both can weigh evenly on a scale in this instance. if you’re a bug enthusiast, kudos. he’ll love spending time showing off his collection to you with a slightest hint of pride coloring his tone. if you’re the type of person to be afraid of insects, he can deal with that as well. most people are, and he recognizes it comes from misunderstanding. if you are willing to give the bugs a chance and overcome your phobia, you’ve won him over.
wouldn’t like an over the top ditzy person. he needs you to have some sense of self preservation and common sense. shino does not put up with tom foolery and he would make that apparent to you very quickly.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
can I head cannon that he just becomes unhinged in his sleep? can we get behind that? like shino may begin the night tucked in with his hands clasped over his abdomen, but that is n o t how he finds himself in the morning. as a shinobi, he’s a light sleeper. fair play. but light sleepers toss and turn too, and I like to imagine him waking up discombobulated. face down, open pressed into his pillow, arms doing what they will, hair in disarray. magnificent. a pen drops and he wakes immediately, and is up before you can truly assess what you’ve just seen of the normally so put together aburame.
he knows he’s an active sleeper, ‘s why he gets up at 4am. that’s his business
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fathervalley · 3 years
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if you’re here because of this post you can make this faster and easier for the both of us and just send me money
anyways. hi im jamie you wanna read my carrd and follow me soo bad
(don’t add images to my posts without image descriptions. also, i‘m a minor!)
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[ID: the “woe / plague be upon ye” meme, edited to say “woe / my chemical romance be upon ye”. The man in the meme has also been edited to have red eyeshadow and black X’s over his eyes. end ID.]
credit to @theultravs for the meme! 💚💖
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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years
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RP Meme from "Chapter Two: Nine Tribes" in the Bastet breedbook from "Werewolf: The Apocalypse" Part One of Two
You look awful. What happened?
Someone turned my home inside out.
You’re such a pretty kitten, too. I don’t see kittens like you every day. I wonder why.
You don’t see kittens like me every day. When I get done with you, you won’t see anything... anyday.
Maybe it went into the air and never came down. Maybe it went into the ground and never came back up. Maybe someday it’ll show up.
Maybe someday they’ll be back. Personally, I doubt it.
What can be said about a race of individuals?
Does it puzzle you that our natures should be twofold, threefold, yet one?
Do you wonder why the gods, who have decreed a place for each thing, have offered us so many places in one?
I tell you a truth. It is but one of many, but it will serve.
The people kept to themselves, and they respected the land.
Hunters crept into the forests to skin the cats for their beautiful coats, and cats raced through the villages, bearing off children to eat in the night.
Days and nights rang with screams.
When the monsoons came, they carried rivers of blood to the seas.
She was spirited and strong, yet disobedient.
Our lands are cursed!
The serpents’ name is judgment, and they answer the dark calling inside each mortal secret.
Each mortal carries snake seeds inside.
You can do nothing.
I cannot leave my family this way!
It is not your place to change them, or to cleanse their sins.
I do not care about my place!
What can I do? This cannot continue!
If you would make peace, lay with them.
Take wild cats as mates?
Have you decided?
I am wisdom
I am anger
I have the wisdom to call the gods, the anger to fight, and the love to give myself for my people.
The monsoon howled and rain poured down.
We seek out the serpent of corruption and crush its head between our jaws.
She’s slow to rage, but when she does, nothing but total destruction will satisfy her.
They are wiser than their fury suggests.
Listen to them in good spirits and watch the visions they bring.
They bargained their souls away long ago, and cannot be trusted.
It’s said their kind is dead, but I am not certain.
Anything is possible.
It weakens them.
I cannot trust anyone so landless.
They believe they walk alone upon the earth, but they are wrong.
Wise liars and grand tricksters.
Long ago, I’ve heard, they were noble. Not now.
I’ve never spoken to one long enough to learn much, but I’ve heard they keep the sacred places safe.
That is enough to earn my respect.
We are the daughters and sons of the moon.
To anger the jaguar is to turn the jungle against you.
Woe to such a man and his family, for they will slowly starve.
When the whites came, they brought their evil with them.
Vile spirits of disease and mania plagued the humans.
The world went dark.
Their anger was too great.
Many wanted revenge.
Blood must be paid with blood.
But it is just a reflection, nothing more.
What they don’t like, they attack, and they don’t like much.
This peace ended as human settlements and firms began cutting through the rain forests.
Take your demon filth and get out of my home.
Stay, and die.
You take life far too lightly, my friends.
I watch you from far away, but my eyes are too filled with tears for me to dance.
They weren’t strong enough to survive. I’ll drink to their honor, but their dust is not my problem.
Honored brothers, if you need me, I will come.
Where were you when we needed you?
Wandering a trail? How nice.
You’re no longer welcome, brother.
We all do what we must to survive.
If they find happiness in solitude, it is a pleasure I can understand.
Make no mistake; We are older than the pyramids. Older than the Pharaohs.
We were the first. All others are usurpers.
There were gods in those days. If they are gone, I will not weep. We have more freedom without their strictures, anyway.
When need be, we hunted them like rats, but overcome by curiosity, we soon allowed ourselves to become their friends.
Then too proud for our liking. They would have to be punished. And they were.
Great plagues fell upon them.
I will never say we ruled. Why should we rule?
Merely say that we received our due; food, shelter and secrets. Many secrets.
I must say we were impressed.
We defended them in the night.
Slain, or worse yet, turned into blooddrinking ghouls.
This was not, I should add, the worst outcome of the war.
I tell you this secret now, so you will understand our path; We committed sacrilege against ourselves.
You and I suffer today a curse our ancestors earned millennia ago.
There are some shadows that hide secrets too evil for consumption.
Black as midnight, yes?
This is the cost of those endless nights of spying.
We learned secrets that should have been left alone. Worse, we still hunger for them, even now.
Our race is all but vanished, but still we prevail.
One day, we will return to power.
Aside from these gruesome relics, the breed has been extinct for 2000 years.
These ghoulish beasts, now swollen to the size of panthers, live blind in filthy pens.
Occasionally, one might even be allowed to mate with it.
This insult has not gone unrewarded.
A bitter if one-sided war has crept quietly along for nearly 2000 years.
The vampires may receive an unpleasant surprise in the coming decades.
Surprisingly, they have never fled their homeland despite their setbacks and ancient enemies.
Perhaps it’s pride that keeps them rooted to Egyptian soil, or maybe it’s something more.
Some outsiders claim there’s a mystical connection between the tribe and their motherland.
Weird magical rites, including experiments with vampire blood and enchanted human “hosts,” have bred feline offspring from human mothers.
Horrifying tales of women giving birth to cats in Cairo delivery rooms attest that such experiments are occasionally. . . successful.
Only time will tell.
Better death than the serpent’s kiss.
If there’s a viper in your soul, purge it.
The road we walk is treacherous enough alone.
Noble, I’ll confess, but hopelessly rural. They favor their wild sides too much to be as enlightened as they would believe.
Savage, bloodthirsty monsters. How I would love to have one or two around for errands!
It’s said that their kind is extinct, but being “extinct” myself, I find that difficult to believe.
I’ve heard a great deal about them, but they keep to their land and I to mine.
Too obtuse for my tastes.
If their chattering held wisdom, I would gladly listen.
Obnoxious louts who deserve to be shaved. Some day soon, they will be. I’d be pleased to do the honors. Perhaps I shall.
They make lovely pets if you convince them they’re free.
Kid, we don’t just collect secrets, we are secrets.
There’s a lot of folks who’d put us in chains — real ones and magic ones — if they knew we were still breathing, so listen close while I tell you a fairy tale.
It’s important, kid, so shut up till I finish.
A long time ago, the world was a dream. No, I’m not being cute — it was. All our kind were dreamed into existence.
Have you ever seen a dream walking? Well, take a look in a mirror, kid.
Those cold folks needed some company.
Well, those cold hearts turned on us soon enough.
We can be a nasty folk when we set our minds to it, and those who danced with us set themselves apart.
Our secrets got out.
I doubt they did it under their own power.
But we did survive.
There was a price. There always is.
We stay underground. Way underground.
You remember what I said about our ties to passion?
So keep your head down, kid, and never say what you are.
As usual, the legends lie
Messages are hidden in lyrics and chord structures.
Come in with laughter, leave in tears and always keep ‘em guessing
The locals still lock their doors on that night, and no one dares to go a-spying.
She may return to her old ways eventually, but cannot settle into any role for long.
Elusive as they are, they love digging up dirt about others.
Such clothes allow them to be their flamboyant selves and get away with it.
Art is the expression of a dream. And dreams, my friend, are what we are at heart.
Oh, yeah, a lot of help they were when we were stuck.
Shut up, hothead.
At least you’ve still got your own name.
Oh, yes it is fun to play in the dark, but you have to come up for air eventually.
Brutal and mean.
I respect their courage, but lighten up, guys!
Wise. Very wise. When one speaks, listen up.
Damn thing outran my car.
Must be nice.
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