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enneamage · 2 years

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Out of all the type 9s who is the best at being a 9 and who is the worst. Who's getting voted off the type 9 island. Who's getting excommunicated to like their wing or their growth point or something. I want bloodsport

A bit of reality TV let's go--

Standard disclaimer this is wildly subjective nobody can be their type wrong but this is a battle of who would show up as the textbook picture of a Nine in a 101 class.

The first elimination is Karl for being spliced with type Three regardless of how ‘healthy’ or ‘unhealthy’ he is. Wildly methodical and always on the grind, if someone introduced me to Karl as a Three that only got one hour of sleep last night I would believe it for a while.

Jack Manifold is going to be exiled to his One wing, in a good way. He has very little of The Sleepyness and a lot of The Intensity, he will be shuttled off to the neighboring island but still be heard from the shore if you listen carefully enough.

Sapnap has a complex relationship to his anger and has some confrontational reflexes. He will be sent to go hang out with the Eights since that part of him is fairly pronounced.

Tubbo, having become the bossman, may graduate into his Eight wing, and together the Eights will welcome him with open arms. (This spot is temporary and might actually be rooted in him going to Six for a while under stress, but for now he’s in good company.)

As has been explored from me thinking out loud, Tina is the kind of Nine that one could easily mistake for a Two, so she gets voted off the island for her versatility.

George is pretty far up in the round because he’s relatively pleasant while also being sloth incarnate some days. While I could put him at the top, Dream is pulling up in his speedboat to pick him up now and if we don’t hand him over things are going to get violent. (Not really an elimination but he’s so merged with his friends that his actions are entwined with theirs innately, which both is and isn’t an example of a Perfectly Nineish Nine.)

Foolish is a solid Nine specimen, a hard worker who loves flow activities. Reliable and slightly spacey in nonintrusive ways, he gets an honorable mention before we get to the final round.

Our top two representing the Eight and One of the Perfectly Nineish Nines:

Hanging in there to represent the Nine wing Ones we have Niki, who has been through literally everything and still emerged a consistently kind person. Moral while still remaining interpersonally considerate, Niki is surfing the highs and lows with a uniquely Nineish flavor.

On the side of the eight wing we have Phil, also representing his emerald counterpart who would share his spot. Integrated to Three in terms of knowing how and when to take center stage but not to an overly demanding degree, a rounded individual with a love of flow activities and absurd video game skill.

#9 tag #These probably aren't even all the Nines but these are the ones I know about so far #krl 9w1 #jck 9w1 #tbbo 9w8 #spnp 9w8 #tna 9w1 #grge 9w1 #flsh 9w8 #nki 9w1 #phl 9w8 #not putting Techno in a tierlist directly but he's sharing the podium with Phil

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gisatako · 2 years

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from now on, they're all new eps for meee

#while I was watching the flsh s3 last ep I remembered some parts #but as for oliver's s4 I totally forgot how that ended ò_ò #the flsh XD the flash XD #arrowverse

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drastrochris · 1 year

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Joe: I'm realizing I'm going to have to look for a new job soon, and that kind of sucks. At least we get to wrap things up, unlike so many of our friends.

#the flsh #spoilers

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years

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I feel like telling Katsuki 'you're being mean' is just another code for fuck me harder and degrade me. Honestly.

He's got your legs over his shoulders, his elbows keeping the splayed open as he pounds you so deep. Balls slapping against your ass, each thrust is hard and purposeful, you can barely breathe as he knocks the air out of your chest. Your hands drawing red lines down his chest, something he'll wear with pride later, clawing at him to slow down or something.

"Katsuki, you're being mean... slow down."

"Aw, princess. Mean? You wanna see mean?"

You really wished you hadn't spoken when he grins down at you, a harsh kiss as he suddenly pulls out and flips you over with ease. Tugging your hips up and shoving a pillow under you, spreading your ass cheeks as he licks your wet hole before pushing back in.

Now, not only is he super deep but he has your legs pinned making you even tighter around him. You're having to scream into the pillow each time his hips slam against the flsh of your ass.

I am……A PUDDLE…….

telling him how he’s so mean to you does something to him, something nasty, ignites something feral within him. he knows you don’t really mean it, knows that it’s code for be meaner, treat me rougher, fuck me harder. and he does just that every time.

“Tell me just how mean I am again?” He’ll tease in your ear with a huffy laugh, all of his heavy body weight pinning you beneath him. You couldn’t move if you tried—but why try at all when he’s fucking you so hard into the mattress that you’re seeing stars? Even when you babble on and on about him being so mean, so cruel to you, he can only laugh and give you everything you’re silently begging for.

#SO HOT #he’s so mean n such a bully #it makes me swoon lmfao #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#—another happy customer! 🍭#bakugou treats! 🍬#counter fav shellz

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revenant-coining · 10 months

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I'm back, you know who I am.

Maybe some Lovecore- everything? /hj (names, titles, honorifics & simple first person pronouns) Maybe sprinkle in a few that have some form of Ethereal-ish feel to them? >:P

[velvet anon]

here ya go:

Names: Love, Fond, Yearn, Lover, Gush, Crush, Flush, Heart, Cupid, Amare, Amor, Eros, Amos, Amo, Cupidum, Amans, Tenera, Tener, Lepos, Cor, and Corda.

Honorifics:

Lv.

Dvn.

Fn.

Tndr.

Yrn.

Lvr.

Aff.

Chrm.

Crsh.

Flsh.

Dt.

Vln.

Hrt.

Cpd.

Kiss.

Cdl.

1stpp (i/me/my/mine/myself):

li/lov/love/lovine/loveself

de/dev/devo/devotine/devotionself

fi/fo/fond/fondine/fondself

te/tend/tender/tendine/tenderself

ye/yea/yearn/yearnine/yearnself

lo/love/lover/loverine/loverself

che/cher/cherish/cherine/cherishself

ro/roma/romance/romancine/romanceself

aff/affe/affection/affectine/affectionself

cha/char/charm/charmine/charmself

cri/cru/crush/crushine/crushself

fli/flu/flush/flushine/flushself

di/da/date/datine/dateself

va/val/valen/valentine/valentinsefl

he/hea/heart/heartine/heartself

cu/cup/cupid/cupidine/cupidself

ki/kiss/kisses/kissine/kisself or kisseself

cu/cudd/cuddle/cuddline or cuddine/cuddleself

Titles:

the loving one

the devoted one

the one devoted to love

the fond one

the tender one

the one who yearns

the lover

the affectionate one

the one who’s flushed

the one with a crush

the one sending love letters

the one who cuddles

the one with divine kisses

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun.

@pronoun-arc , @nameresources

#wasn't sure how to give em an ethereal feel sorry "^^#velvet anon #name list #honorific list #pronoun list #1stpp #title list #long post #🪼 requests #category: lists #category: name lists #category: pronoun lists #category: title lists

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prof-polaris · 2 months

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Are you okay???

wll b bttr sn

flsh wnd

notta dp cut

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblr #anon ask #tw injury #beartic with me

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didyoutrydynamite · 11 months

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In light of the recent Overwatch 2 drama (Which super sucks by the way, I was absolutely devasted by that news) it did remind me however that a while back I thought of a Overwatch/Rwby crossover team consisting of Junkrat, Lucio, Tracer, and D.va, call them Team Flash (FLSH) with Junkrat as leader much to the horror of all his new teammates.

#overwatch/rwby crossover #Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes #Lena “Tracer” Oxton #Lucio Santos #Hana “D.va” Song

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megsbr · 2 years

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starlight | foolish.

for @blushykrl 's taylor swift writing event

Two young lovers drive into the city to crash a fancy gala that they definitely do not belong at.

cc!Foolish x female!reader

WARNINGS: lots of fluff, use of foolish's real name word count: 1.7k

author's note: another taylor swift fic! another one of my favorite songs by her and i thought this concept would work really well with foosh! had a lot of fun writing thing one. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

I had fistfuls of frills and tulle in my hands as I tip-toed down the stairs, careful not to step on a rickety stair. The bright headlights driving down the street turned in my driveway just as I was opening the door and sneaking out, successfully avoiding disturbing anyone in the house.

A small smile forced itself out and my heart did little flips in my chest as I approached the car and saw the glow of a phone on the driver’s face, who was completely oblivious to my presence. I tapped the cold glass lightly, my hot breath fogging up on the side after I laughed at my boyfriend’s startled shriek. I quietly opened the door and got in the car, immediately being brought into a kiss as I turned around in my seat.

The soft lips against mine felt comforting and reassuring and made me forget any worry about our plans tonight. “You are so beautiful”, Noah sighed when he disconnected our kiss and took in my appearance. I moved to try and bury my head in my shoulder as his hands came to roam my waist, gripping at the material in different places. I took note of the tight dress shirt that hugged his arms just right and the beautifully tied fabric that lay flat on his chest that was threatening to pop through the white buttons. The black jacket defined his shoulders well and matched the darks of his hair. And those big brown eyes that were filled with love and lust. A few more little kisses and shy compliments were passed before we drove off into the night, all the way downtown to the historic district.

The boring rows of houses soon turned into skyscrapers and the flickering, old streetlights became hundreds of bright lights reflecting off the sea. “I heard about this big gala from a friend, said his dad’s company was putting it on. Tons of fancy people flew in for this charity thing”. Noah had this idea that he wanted to sneak into a big gala and pretend as if we belonged among the rich despite being two teenagers from a small town where everyone struggled to get by. We ran to the nearest thrift store, snagging the most elegant-looking pieces we could find. Noah had a suit that surprisingly fit him well and almost looked like it was made for him. I on the other hand had this A-line ball gown with a tied-in corset and beautiful beadwork on the top with a big tulle skirt that sparkled in just the right light. I had originally been skeptical of our hand-me-down costumes, worried we would never get passed the door. Turns out the security of this gala wasn’t too on top of things because Noah dragged me straight to the delivery bay and sneaked us into the building.

We rushed up endless flights of stairs, giggling like schoolchildren as we cut through the kitchen. Screams and protests from the chefs in the kitchen were drowned out behind us as we tripped over our own feet and stumbled into the hallway leading to the gala. We quickly composed ourselves and cleared our throats as we sent smiles and a slight head tilt to the party guests that were sending us confused glances. Once they had rounded the corner, we broke into laughter and I fell into Noah’s chest, gripping at his suit jacket. “Okay, time for us to get in there!” We locked arms and took slow, long steps in the same way that all the other couples were. The big ballroom had bright white walls, all dressed in what must be ridiculously expensive artwork. Everyone was sipping on small glasses of wine and obnoxiously laughing at jokes that were probably very unfunny. I became very conscious about how much I just did not fit in here among the walking money bags.

As we officially entered the room and mixed in with the crowd, a man, who looked like he was racking his brain to figure out who we were, approached us. My arm reached up so I could grip Noah’s bicep and I could feel him tense up under my touch. “Hello there you two.” His soft tone was accompanied by his bright smile, both of which shocked us both. He went on to introduce himself as the man in charge of the charity that was hosting the event and that he was making his rounds to talk to the guests. “Excuse my bad memory, but I cannot seem to recognize you two. And I know all my party guests.” As I stumbled over my words, completely prepared to be thrown out, Noah jumped in with the best thing he could think of at the moment. “Well I am Prince Foolish, and this is the beautiful Duchess of Twitch. We are big donors for,” Noah’s eyes quickly scanned around to the large banners on the wall “the Children Reading Foundation. Don’t you remember meeting at your last gala?” The well-dressed man seemed to believe the story as he apologized profusely for not recognizing us sooner.

We directed ourselves to the table filled with drinks and even offered to grab us one, which we declined in a mad dash to get far away from him, coming up with an excuse that our friend was waving at us from the other end of the room. “Prince Foolish? Duchess of Twitch?” Noah’s eyes scrunched up as he laughed at my shocked expression. We were both hunched over and leaning on each other from laughing so hard, both of us in disbelief that we just got away with that. Noah pulled me into his chest, his hands finding their place on my waist and our tear-filled eyes locking with one another. “What? It was the best thing I could think of. No way he knew what Twitch was. And everyone here must be of some sort of status, so I came up with that.”

Despite the crazy reasoning behind his excuse and the loud party around us, I focused on Noah’s features, mainly how his eyes sparkled as he talked. His tanned skin was contrasted by the bright white walls and bland colors of the clothing passing around us. The giant chandeliers created a shine on his slicked-back hair that stayed in place through our trip running through the kitchen. His large hand was intertwined with mine and he had pulled me closer into his chest. “Let’s go dance.” I cut him off as he was babbling about how fake the artwork looked and dragged him to the center of the room. We ran to the middle of the dance floor, directly under the biggest chandelier in what must have been the whole world. We stood across from each other and just smiled as the world around us became obsolete. Noah took a step back and placed one arm behind him and the other across his stomach as he took a small bow. When bent over slightly, he looked up at me through his lashes and gave me a slight smirk. I picked up the sides of my dress and dipped my body in his direction. Suddenly, Noah’s hands were on my waist, and I brought mine up to his neck.

“What a marvelous tune.” Noah giggled at my attempt of mocking the other couples around us who kept noting the orchestra in the corner playing the music that we were all swaying to. “Only the finest of music for you milady.” We spent the rest of the night moving around to the music, our eyes never once breaking from each other. Chests pressed together and hands gripping at skin, feet occasionally tripping over the fabric of my dress and bumping into someone because we didn’t pay any attention to anyone else. We talked about our future and where we want to go next. The topic of kids was brought up when a young child in a tux ran in between our bodies in search of his parents. Noah said he wanted his future kids to dream so big they would be invited to things like this party. The idea of marrying Noah and having kids with him sent butterflies through my body and left the biggest smile on my face. I had never been more in love with him than I was at this moment.

We were living without a care in the world and were just happy to be with one another. I brought one hand up to lay on Noah’s cheek as I took a mental picture of him at this moment, not wanting to ever forget how happy and carefree he looked. My movement interrupted his ideas of baby names and caused him to fully look down at me. Slowly leaning into one another, even more, we locked ourselves in a kiss that felt like fireworks were going off around his. His touch on mine began to feel hot and like I was burning from the inside out. Both of his hands cupped my face and mine stayed at his neck, slightly twirling his hair in between my fingers.

It wasn’t now that we noticed the party started to get smaller and the staff began moving chairs and tables. The music cutting off tore us from one another as we looked around to see no one else on the floor. My face heated up as the workers caught us in the act of PDA. I was sending them an apologetic face as I attempted to pull away from Noah and leave the floor, but Noah had other plans. My attempts at leaving were no match for his strength as he spun me back into his chest. “Now where do you think you are going?”

“Noah, we have to leave, the party is over!” I whispered but was ignored as Noah went back to swaying us as if the music was still there. Chairs were being packed up on a cart and the floor was starting to be swept. All that could be heard were whispers from the workers, most likely about who was going to be the one to kick these kids out. “No, I’m not ready to leave this moment.” I let out a sigh as I laid my head back on his chest and Noah started humming a made-up tune that sounded awfully like the orchestra that had been playing previously. We stayed on the dancefloor for just a little while longer, living in our own world. “This was really the best night ever.”

#foolish x reader #foolish fic #foolish gamers #flsh

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mothbou · 15 days

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Cannabalism seems cool if u wrnt made of flsh

Mayb if ur bones wre hrd candi n ur flsh ws toffee

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jschltt · 11 months

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୨୧ this is my sideblog for @zebonos where i just post/reblog whatever!!

#people ->#lvjy.#jimbo.#ash.#will.#tmmy.#drm.#spnp.#grg.#krl.#qckty.#flsh.#other ->#things.#rb.#red lipstick.#moodboard.

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lavenganzadlamuertedeloszorros · 5 months

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Speed Force #1 (2024)

Double juggle

Dawn of dc

#dc comic #dc #comics #flsh of china #flash #kid flash #superboy #jarret williams #daniele di nicuolo #andrew dalhouse #dawn of dc #dc comics #comic covers #comic books #sci fi

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enneamage · 2 years

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Okay immediate update post because my one-thought-per-minute sleepybrain decided to lock in Tina as a Nine instead of a Two. This post is written with the aid of the DTQK+ friend who's seen a lot more of them than I have.

Toolish as a Nine on Nine romance? Cute tbh, and a lot of the positives around care and mutual accommodation carry over from if they had been Nine and Two. It might just be the sheer density of Nines in the streaming space but it feels like this whole scene is proving what I had read about double Nine pairings being some of the most common same-type duos out there. Together they have the hallmarks of a double-nine relationship: a cozy drive for closeness, mutual generosity, and an immeasurable amount of chill.

They’ve both got a set of artistic instincts, Tina from a digital art & fashion perspective and Foolish from an architecture perspective. They can both be thorough and hardworking when it comes to their respective skillsets, and it is typical for Nines to have seemingly random areas that they’re almost supernaturally skilled in. They’re both reliable people who like to spend time with eachother, onscreen and off (when they can.)

As it stands, it seems like Tina leans more into a One wing while Foolish has more of an Eight wing. Overall, they’ve got enough differences between them as people to keep things relatively separate while still profoundly vibing. As a One wing, Tina is more likely to take a hard stance on her sense of right and wrong, and can be very opinionated. She isn’t harsh or exclusionary based on her beliefs, but she is fully able to go into passionate detail as to why she takes the stances she does. On the other hand, Foolish is more likely to be concerned with his space and the immediate peace of himself and others, extending this consideration to Tina when the time rolls around.

We are harmonious, connected, and serene. We have a beautiful, balanced companionship. We offer each other constant acceptance and encouragement, and we create a safe space for one another. Since we both like predictability, we set a routine that works for us and stick to it. The consistency is so warm and comforting for both of us. We are patient with one another and like to draw each other out without being intrusive. We can be silly and fun, and we take the challenges of life in stride. We both really love our relationship, our connection, and the life we’ve built together.

#Tna 9w1 #flsh 9w8 #We did it we got there eventually

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