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misttiddies · 1 year
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Jinpachi: he/him Kushimaru: he/she Ameyuri, with wide eyes and a huge smile and her fists balled up: she/they/light/death/wave/e/sword mangetsu: he/him suigetsu: he/him juzo: asdfghjkl kisame: he/him zabuza, holding baby haku in his arms: he/him baby haku: he him as well :)
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theloveinc · 6 months
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It's a little bit further into your relationship with art student!Bakugo and you've been working together now for the good portion of two semesters...
Except for whatever reason, your professor assigns him a different model for the upcoming final, and when you go to look for him after class (since at the announcement, he stormed out of the room in frustration, slamming back his desk and knocking over the overflowing recycling bin by the door), you find him weeping in frustration in the janitor's closet next door adhfnlkjadshfk
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shiroi---kumo · 3 months
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⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ He doesn't know who this man is but he can't help but think he's a bit odd. What with the way he looks and with that mask he's wearing. There's a strange aura to him and he doesn't like the way he's looking at him.
"H- have I been resurrected?"
It's the only thing he can think to ask as he tries to get his wits about him. The man raises an arm and gives him a half bow as if he is already aware of the royalty he is before replying.
"Yes, My Lord Madoushi."
And he can't say he's fond of that. Madoushi? He is a swordsman and he does possess magic and he doesn't see how that would give him such a title but this man has raised him from the dead? He has somehow managed to pull his Mist down from the heavens in order to breath life back into his mortal form so then why?
"Why, If I may ask? And who are you?"
The man remains with an arm crossed over his chest and his head tipped down as he speaks.
"I am of no consequence. A humble servant of His Excellency, The Earl. One of his many humble servants and I do say Lord Makenshi will be quite surprised to see you."
"Makenshi?" There is a tip of his head as he sounds because he's only been alive again for a few moments but there's already something twisting in the pit of his gut and there is something telling him that he won't like whoever this Makenshi is.
"Why yes, the demon swordsman of course. I believe you know him, do you not Lord Madoushi?"
The Demon Swordsman?! Does he mean - he lived?! He survived that disaster?!
His hands are balling into fist as he thinks about it and his mind is reeling of all that happened to get to this point only to know that of all people to survive the death of their world, it would have been that spineless little coward. He stole the throne from him and instead of fighting he ran. The one with the very blessing of Tiamat herself and he ran when his people needed him. Their people needed them both but the one that was to be their King ran off cowering and he managed to get away with his wretched life... He managed....
That little bastard!
"Where is he?!" The swordsman is practically snarling at the masked man as red eyes narrow their gaze.
"So you do know him then. Wonderful. I can arrange a reunion for you if you just do one small task for me. I can tell you what happened to your Misterica as well if you wish to know what has become of it."
And so he lets the man prattle on. He lets him explain something called 'Chaos' and he explains how this world works. This Wonderland. He allows this masked man to give him the layout of the land and explain that he only need to deal with a few pesky travels and he'll be able to find this Lord Makenshi.
And if there's anything he wants right now, it's to see if he's right.
He doesn't want to be right. The last thing he wants is to be right because if he is that means that little coward truly abandoned their people. If he is right then that means that little coward has no business holding anything even akin to the crown.
Their people are gone and it is all the fault of the one who was born to save them. He had no business calling himself the Holy Vessel now. He had no business calling himself much of anything - that was if he was even alive. This Lord Makenshi cannot be who he thinks they are.... It's simply not -
Red eyes meet that of the ruins of his lost home and he's taking his time to look about them. He's taking his time to take it all in to process that this would be all that's left of Misterica even in her grand splendor. This is it. This is all that's left.
Just him and some broken pillars and shattered buildings. Just him and the clouds. His home was -
Ruby red eyes are focusing on a group of people he's never seen before. Hornless. Are they Windarian? He knows at least one of them is as a man in black with deep red hair steps forward. He lifts his arm and a golden gun assembles before his eyes.
The Demon Gunman no doubt and that had to mean... That had to mean that they both failed and Windaria was gone now too. Some Saviors. Some Sacred Vessels. Some Gods. It seems neither one of them could accomplish anything but his fight is not with this man and his several decade long grudge has nothing to do with the Windarian even as he makes a move to attack him.
"Stop!" A voice cries out before the man can fire. "Please, if you must shoot, turn the Magun on me."
He would know that voice anywhere. He would know every twang and tone of those flattened notes. Why does his voice sound of flat and where is the near constant teeter of an emotional implosion?
The body of white comes to land between himself and the man in black, arms raised as if to defend him from the Windarian threat.
"Black Wind, I understand you hold me in hatred but please find mercy enough in your heart to focus it on me and myself alone."
It seems nothing changes. He's still the same heavy headed fool he always was. So red eyes can only find it in themselves to watch him. To look over every speck the of the small white form that doesn't look a day older than the last time he saw him.
He can only take in every sight of him until he notices - he has changed. The boy he knew is not the man before him. This man, he, he's not shaking. He's not showing fear toward the Windarian nightmare that stands before them, even as this black demon points a golden directly at his heart.
So that means he needs to act instead. The little fool is going to get himself killed at this rate because as per usual he's acting as without thinking. As if he needs his protection. What a joke. It is and always will be the other way around.
The flare sword is dragging through red mist that's flooded into the space around them to draw the form he calls to it and once complete, the elder sun throws the collected energy towards the demon Gunman to trap him within a temporary prison.
The body of white finally turns. Red piercing deep into wide jade green.
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"I don't need your protection, Pikkuveli."
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sharkfinx · 11 months
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basically what kisame dressed before akatsuki
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buddyfightbarista · 1 year
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@waterlord
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icharchivist · 9 months
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pov: belial strides into the askbox ready to mingle with ur anons. or something. it’s really concerning that every time I draw belial as a joke it turns out well for me.
THAT WAS THE ART JOKE YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT????
BRO HE GENUINELY LOOKS TOO GOOD WHAT THE HELL???
I could totally imagine him running in a room like this like "you're talking about me? <3", for real
but??? i'm in AWE the art is so good??? the shadding??? the movement?? the anatomy??? i might be staring a little too hard at the chest but????? And the outfit fits him so well HELLO?
THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU?????
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ask-sebastian · 10 months
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Decided to only pick out my top 10 favorites. (Which was hard) And in no particular order.
This is such a fantastic mix!
I've posted this one more than once but it really is an all-time favourite.
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
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dearbraus · 2 years
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dragon shifter kirishima and fluff ofc pls and thanks 🥺
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dragon shifter kirishima has a habit of nesting when he's missing you, collecting all the pretty and shiny things in the house to present you with when you got home as if you weren't the one who had bought said things. it was the thought that counted. and he always gets you to cuddle in his nest for at minimum an hour before he reluctantly lets you get on with whatever chores you need to get done for the day.
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notxf0und · 1 year
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the small kenku girl holds up a wood-carved doll . it's painted messily in silver armor to resemble a soldier, a tiny wood sword in its hand . a smile on her beaked face, she speaks in a familiar voice that isn't her own .
" i killed people ! " she jostles the doll as she speaks, as if making the doll say the phrase .
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kiri beams . in the voice of a stranger she follows with; " i built something . " another shake of the doll .
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theinnocentwarrior · 2 years
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Wyvern and Knight
Kiri was more comfortable in the night than she had been during the day.
It had been daytime when she arrived in Okinawa. Even switching visual modes, Kiri had found the sunlight to be uncomfortably bright, even obnoxiously so, to her eyes. Nighttime offered no such discomfort. While the city's lights were certainly bright, the sun had been brighter, and there were places to go to avoid the bright lights if Kiri really wanted to. She'd sold some jewelry during the day to get spending money (things she'd bought for formal occasions that she hadn't worn in years, mostly), and been spending the evening exploring the sights (well, mostly the sweets) when she became aware of the fact that she was being followed.
Pollux Nox had been hidden in a large instrument case on her back, so her tail being an officer was unlikely. The fact that she was in child form meant a kidnapper was a possibility, though something wasn't right about the fact that she was never approached, despite clearly being alone. Even acting like a lost tourist didn't draw her follower out, though it did nearly get her pocket picked, and Kiri was beginning to make her way to a more isolated area to avoid involving noncombatants in what she was growing more certain would become a fight.
Kiri stopped briefly to ask a pair of teen girls for directions, paying more attention to a mirror in which she could see her tail than the girls or directions as they spoke, then thanked the girls and moved on until she ended up "alone" in an alleyway. "Kiri is aware Kiri is being followed.", Kiri stated, turning to face her tail as the instrument case simply ceased to exist around her spear, "Kiri would like to speak to unidentified hu-", she continued, only to stop mid-word as she noticed the "human" becoming... something else. A creature with a vaguely humanoid form, though the limbs were much longer, proportionally speaking, than those of a human, and the body much stockier.
The head of the creature resembled that of a vampire bat, though it had many more fangs, and the fangs were, proportionally, much longer than those of a bats. "Correction: Kiri no longer wishes to speak with unidentified hostile.", Kiri stated, rolling to the side and drawing her blade in one motion as her motion tracker warned of another being entering the alley.
[@crossingredqueensrealm This is for the Canon verse.]
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misttiddies · 2 years
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id: second mizukage gengetsu sitting at his desk saying “hehe YES! FINALLY some IMPORTANT LEGISLATION! then a picture of the document on the desk, which says “bill of illegalize assigned gender at birth,” which he signs with a pen with a clam at the top. the third image is a photo of a chicken with overlayed text that says ‘by interacting with this post you agree every trans person deserves respect, human rights, and $500,000′ /end id
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caesium0810 · 2 years
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there is a room in my heart full of trinkets that all the people i've loved have left behind, little pieces of themselves that they never took with them when they left. a stuffed penguin on one shelf, a sparkly purple d20 sitting next to it. a guitar pick and a box from a donut shop. and threads, lots of threads, leading to words and pictures and things and places and people out there in the world.
the people you love never stop being special to you, it turns out. when they laugh it still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, sometimes. their joy sends me over the moon. their sadness hurts me like a thousand needles. and whenever i have to say a prayer, the one thing i will always, always wish for so fervently, with my eyes closed tight and with all the sincerity in my heart, is for them to be happy.
i think maybe, somewhere in their heart, i might have left a piece of myself behind too. because i think after you love someone like that, even just for a while, some part of your souls are intertwined, even after you stop linking fingers and sharing kisses.
and now you love them differently, yet somehow so much more.
and that's beautiful, i think.
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redxriiot · 2 years
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Something something, Kiri goin' on roadtrip with friends and taking a parental figure hostage along for the ride which ends up in nothing short of CHAOS and damn near five felonies by the time they even reach the halfway point
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shiroi---kumo · 9 months
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"Pikkuveli, can step down for the day. It's about me right now. So come at me. Adore your prince. "
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“I am not going to wash my face time anytime soon !!!”
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buddyfightbarista · 1 year
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@waterlord :3
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