#C!scar kin

[goodkinswithscar]

Hello are you looking for mediamates perchance?

-❤️

I am! And I apologize for the late response, I literally just woke up

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

self care for : c!scar (hermitcraft) with themes of jellie, disney, and star wars with soft things and anxiety-relief stuff

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[motoroil-recs]

haaiii there :33 ive previously been here for advertisin' a boatem collect up and first off i would like to say that's gone well but we are still missing an impulse unfortunately!! :(

though i am here for other canoncall means today! since i also have a (different timeline) scar kin for s9-10 (with all the life series between that point minus rl) and im lookin for any grian kins that may fit that? >:3 i have /r memories so id prefer if it's people around my age (late 15 to early 17ish? im 16) who respond to the call, thank you!!! :)

@kintimeswithscar :J

I'm glad that you managed to find some of the boatem crew! But in finding the rest, I wish you nothing but the best! I'm rooting for you, Scar!

[superkoolkinblog]

ill make a intro post eventually (lie /silly)

But yeah I hyperfixated on hermitcraft and I kin grian and ig being a grian kin comes w/ crushing homesickness and missing ur friends :D

WOO WOAH ANYWAYS YHAT WAS A DEEPLY CRUSHIH FIRST POST ANYWAYS YEAH HI IM ACE AKA GRIAN AKA WHAT EVER KINSHIFT IN IN BUT YEAH HI WELCOME ERM

[otherkinotd]

Today's otherkin of the day is c!gtwscar, who is catkin 🐱

-requested by anon

[cdreamwoofstuff]

HELLOOOO IT IS ME

Can I maybe have some slimy tips to be a slimy and goopy I can be as a slimy guy

I would ask for more things because I e just recently kinfirmed Slimecicle but I don't wanna stress you out with request so TAKE YOUR TIMEEEE

@slimeciclekin

Don't worry!! Honestly I've been delaying because haha depression/autism But I don't mind if you ask me for more things!! Just keep in mind that I have like two pending orders still 😭 <- Dumb homeless man who can't do his job

KINTIPS FOR SLIMECICLE/CHARLIE !!!

Dye your hair Brown/Green!! And Cut out hair and make it fluffy :)

Learn about humans !!

Dress smartly/formally from time to time :)

Watch DSMP again especially where you go out and if you can play DSMP !!

Listen to music that reminds you of you/is about you :)

Get a silly green tie !!

Watch QSMP again!! Especially where you appear/from your perspective :)

Adopt an egg !!

Get some square glasses :)

Play Minecraft in general !!!

[goodkinswithscar]

You got that right!

This isn't something I like talking about, but it's an important point. I like my wings well enough, but there were so many times that it felt that they were only there to be used as some sort of penance. So many times I had seriously considered pinioning them, or just straight up cutting them off. Guilt related, mainly, feeling I didn't deserve them after everything I had done (especially towards causing Scar's deaths and stuff)

Maybe I still don't deserve them.

(I know that Scar - or at least the Scar I know - @goodkinswithscar wouldn’t agree tho lol)

[stemms]

I’ve unlocked a timeline based on @moondragon618’s Hybrid AU but canon-divergent. For now, I only remember Dream, but we’ll see if I end up remembering someone else. I (Tommy) was an avian, and Dream was an enderdragon hybrid.

I believe I was a reincarnation of @mcg-127’s Hybrids!Tommy, which is why I had internalised fear, hatred, and disgust for my own hybrid features, as well as memories of my past abuse caused by said features.

Dream was aware of my traumatic memories of my past life and it was trying to help me feel better about expressing my instincts, but what I didn’t know was that it was Its way of making me used to anything, so that It could get away with abusing, experimenting on, and even eating me.

It never made me file down my talons or suppress my instincts in any way, which always absolutely confused me because it felt Wrong.

Since the very beginning of the server, Dream was utterly fascinated with me. Even before it turned into an obsession, It saw some spark in me that no one else seemed to have, so It wished to play and study me more. Just like in canon, we fought in the disc war, Dream used a tunnel to get to my base, tried to steal my discs, and lived in my walls. It’d also sometimes leave me something small as a sign of Its presence, but it was more lighthearted than threatening. However, after the prison break, It’d leave threatening signs, feathers, and dead birds at the entrance to my house…

Dream called me ‘my little fledgling’, ‘my little songbird’, and ‘my treasure’.

It used exclusively It/Its because of Its God complex.

It enjoyed playing hide and seek or making me run away from It, and then finding/catching me. It’d often hurt me afterwards, but not always because It enjoyed confusing the shit out of me and then comforting me,,,

Dream enjoyed making purring sounds during our softer moments because it always made me vocalise as well, and we’d communicate like this for a bit,,,

When comforting me after a bad punishment, It’d hum the melody of Chirp or Wait and/or let out a purring sound because it always calmed me down (It picked that up from Techno btw).

Dream was very possessive and kept me in a house very, very far away from where anyone on the server lived. My room was made of obsidian because it reminded It of Its home, and I was even more precious to It than Its home :) And besides, it meant that I couldn’t escape easily because It’d hear every sound of mine :)

Dream adored preening my wings and It generally tried to be soft about it because It didn’t want to ruin the moment, but It’d often dig Its claws into my wings, just to elicit some sweet whimpers, and if It was lucky, some alarm calls as well :)

Here’s what we looked like:

(Art by @haunted-here)

[blood-smiles]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ᡣ𐭩₊⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 TW MDNI Fake religion . angel being creepy . profanity and small blurbs of NSFW . M!preg to some degree?

Eyes, many eyes, all watched you silently, feathers fell around you in a circle, the beautiful fluffy bird like wings curled around your form, a gorgeous man stood in front of you, eyes alike to those of a prism shining under sun, a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off his beautiful hues and back into your own (e/c) irises.

He held you ever so gently, his fingers trembling as he softly caressed your face, his long ashen hair flowing down his back, alike to smooth silk.

He opened his mouth to speak but as soon as he was about to form a sentence your eyes snapped open.

ᝰ.ᐟ Your friend poked you with their finger, waking you up from your surreal dream and back into reality.

You were thinking about angels again, weren’t you?— They had been appearing in your dreams for the past few days, strangely they always centered around this man, a beautiful man.

After waking up you couldn’t remember anything else but his stunning crystalline eyes, those rainbow eyes were burned into the back of your head, you knew that he was beautiful, could it be your guardian angel visiting you?

ᝰ.ᐟ You had been assigned an essay on the topic of the heavenly protectors, your professor wanting to have a change of pace and focus on something more niche.

There were limited sources, so you had to dig deeper.

You had been looking at links as of late, locations that centered on religious themes and creatures.

ᝰ.ᐟ Lucky for you a new location appeared on your browser, what seemed to be a library that nuns and priests went to often, to study and solidify their fate.

ᝰ.ᐟ You walked into the library quietly, clutching your messenger bag close to your chest, your feet tapped against the pristine white flooring.

ᝰ.ᐟ This library was large, huge even. You had no idea how you never noticed it, the structure being a behemoth among other buildings.

The architecture of this place was simply breathtaking, your eyes drinking in every inch and centimeter of the temple, you knew you came to the right place when you noticed cherubs intricately carved into the white plaster above you.

ᝰ.ᐟ You were too much in awe to realize that you were about to crash into a person, instantly hitting their chest with your face and falling back onto the floor.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere!Angel let out a faint breath of air when he saw you, his heart beginning to beat rapidly, he had found you. He had finally found you!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel helped you up immediately, gently taking your divine hands in his own, holding them as if they were golden 3 carat chains.

“Oh my! Are you alright, dear?”

ᝰ.ᐟ You thanked Yandere! Angel, your jaw slightly ajar from the beauty of the man, Yandere!Angel laughed lightly, covering the lower half of his face with his hand bashfully.

“You can take a picture so it lasts longer, hm?”

ᝰ.ᐟ Your eyes drifted down to his neck, star shaped scars lining the circumference of his throat over his skin. How strange.

ᝰ.ᐟ You cleared your throat, deciding to ignore that comment all together, taking out your small note pad you read from the pages, asking Yandere!Angel if the library had any books on your selection.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel’s brows raised, he knew you were here for something.. But about his own kin? It seems that he was guided to you and you were to him, just like faith.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel took your hand and ushered you to follow him, a slight flush centering on his cheeks. the both of you ventured to the very back of the temple like library, the undercover angel pushed a book case with impressive strength to a side.

A cloud of dust came off the shelves, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth and nose from the puff of dust. 

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel beat you to it as he gently put his hands over your face, protecting you from inhaling grime particles, the unexpected and honestly intimate gesture making you gaze up at him quizzically.

“Wouldn’t want you getting sick, dearest.”

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere!Angel couldn’t believe he had just touched you, he had touched YOU. Ecstasy flooded into his system, the golden blood surging in his veins boiling.

His face twitched, eyes behind eyelids making small movements, a nervous smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he dusted your shoulders off.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel took out a few books, blowing the dust away with a flick of his hand, he grasped the human leather cover, staring at it for a moment before handing the heavy enciclopedia to you.

“This is the most in depth book we have here, it isn’t every day anyone asks for books such as these.”

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel watched as you opened the pages, tracing the book with your hands, he shuddered, would you touch him like that too?

He gently plucked a feather from the wings attached to his back, gently putting the soft feather in your hand, he opened his eyes for a split second.

Beautiful. Breath taking crystalline eyes, those eyes. You could recognize them anywhere! Those were the eyes from the man in your dream!

“This feather is from an angel, Seraph if you may. Treasure it, keep it with you at all times and it will keep you safe.”

ᝰ.ᐟ You stared at his eyes, it was like they were eating at you, just who was he? It would be silly to think he would appear in your dreams.. Wouldn’t it..?

“..Lucien.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Lucien, (Y/N).”

ᝰ.ᐟ How did he know your name? You never told him your name.. you gave him a funny look, you smiled awkwardly while turning on your heel to make a hasty departure.

You glanced back over your shoulder, a bad habit you had developed as a result of walking home alone during night time.

ᝰ.ᐟ Your breath caught in your throat, Lucien. That same strange librarian was no human anymore, he stood in front of a window, he lifted his hand slowly waving to you, a nice flush tinting his cheekbones.

Long white wings adorned his back, lush feathers falling onto the pristine floor of the temple. A golden halo behind his head, circulating and hovering in clock wise motions. Small wings that hid under his hair twitched and fluttered as they unfolded, looking unbearably soft and pretty.

“..What the fuck..?”

ᝰ.ᐟ You gasped to yourself as you stared at him, he smiled wider, you had noticed, he knew you had noticed! And you didn’t go crazy!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel was delighted to make the discovery that you weren’t driven to insanity while seeing his half form. most humans would have been having seizures on the floor right about now, but you just blinked a few times and turned back around, shoulders tense and rigid.

ᝰ.ᐟ He shivered in delight, humans were at times so adorable— Well more like you were the cutest little thing he has ever seen! 

ᝰ.ᐟ He just wanted to grab you and tuck your little self into his nest and have many many children! He hasn’t had his first batch of eggs yet.. he was going to be plump with eggs soon.

ᝰ.ᐟ the both of you were mates! Yes, yes there was no other explanation for these events, perhaps [ REDACTED ] had finally blessed him!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel ‘s face turned a deeper shade of red, he could swear there were little hearts coming out of him.

He held his face in his hands, his cheeks felt agonizingly hot, he put his hands to work, trying to bat his face a little to keep the blushing down.

ᝰ.ᐟ You were safe. You had taken his feather. Basically a natural tracking device, and soon he would work his way into your life little by little.. Guardian Angel or not he was going to take you as his.

“My wings..? You want to touch them? Well of course, darling! All of me is yours.”

(Touching an angels wings is an intimate act where mates solidify their mating bond. Discretion advised.)

[goodkinswithscar]

Little facts about the desert tower/house/thingy that I remembered

furniture!!! No regular chairs, we had stools. Also sofas! We did have sofas, they just had loke a gap at the back for grians wings (does that make sense??) We did have separate beds, grians was basically a big disk of cushion, big enough for his wings to spread out fully if he's on one edge. (Also big enough for another person if they snuggle. Big bonus.) Open windows. None of the windows had glass and a lot of them where big enough for grian to fly into/out of if he tucked his wings in a little. We had a specific area where we'd like go with all the stuff to preen his wings and stuff.

Now for stuff that's different depending on what version of me you're talking about

Uh for vexling me, it was basically the same as whay I just described, basically no additional accommodation for me specifically.

For kitty centaur me, there was some stuff however. For example the preening room area thingy I mentioned earlier, also had stuff to groom my fur. The doorways where taller and wider than normal doors. My bed was slanted, because that avoided strain on my body and scars, although I did still often sleep in grians bed so uh yeah lots of muscle pain and angry injuries from improper sleeping position. Also scratching posts. It helped keep my claws sharp.

[the-cat-llector-has-wings]

c!Grian life series!

Reblog if you kin a character from Minecraft!

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Discarded for Colors Unbecoming

Author’s note: Nanael in Living Waters.

Summary: Nanael gets spotted by the Black Templar shoal, and is swarmed, then abandoned.

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis , @undeaddream

Nanael saw some of the Black Templars head in the direction that he's un and he mentally swears as he tries to figure out what to do next. He's still too wounded to be able to move fast, he's pulled away from his thoughts when he hears a voice call out.

"Come out- we can tell someone is watching us in the kelpie forest," Calls out one of the Black Templars.

From what Nanael can see from the older Space Marine, he's a first born from his size and the way his armor is styled and the scarring on the armor and his form.

His voice brooks no argument or disobedience, and Nanael slowly swims out of the reeds fully and he hears some of the other Black Templars curse, one of them has their fins flare and swim a little away from him.

"Lamenter," the Black Templar who had spoken before says, there is suspicion and vitriol in his voice, "We don't need your kind befouling our kin and bringing a curse and bad omens."

"I was just passing through, sir," Nanael says quietly.

He had been warned by his older brothers that some of the other chapters could, did, and would react extremely poorly to the presence of the Lamenters.

Despite them being a Loyalist chapter who always tried to help in the aid and protection of the Imperium and their fellow Space Marines. He had heard the tale of the time the Mortificators- when hearing which chapter they were to help aid- and abandoned the Lamenters and the system.

He had heard about a half dozen of other stories about a variety of other chapters that had similar such stories. Nanael braces himself, he had been warned that Black Templars could be quite... unpredictable and are one of the more suspicious chapters.

"Squad to me," The older Black Templar says, Nanael notices the helmet that's tucked on his hip, has the distinctive skull pattern of a Chaplain. "We will not give you aid, for if we do, it could taint us, nor will you follow us Omen of Despair."

"... Which way are you headed?" Nanael asks, somehow he's unsurprised, and part of him wants to try and argue- to at least get some help, but knows that trying to push would make things get violent so he just stays quiet and swallows down his request for medical aid and other questions of where are they? What planet is this?

The Chaplain gestures in the direction of the main shoal of and informs him of which direction they are going. Nanael nods his understanding and even though they are the only Space Mer-ines he's found, he knows better, they'll be less than helpful.

"Chaplain Petras," One of the other Black Templars, swimming over from deeper in the shoal, "what's the hold up?"

"Just chasing off some ill luck and bad omens," Petras says turning towards the Apothecary swimming nearby, "nothing to worry about Kestorn."

Nanael swims off- even though he's tempted to try and ask Apothecary Kestorn for him, the Chaplain has decided he's not worthy of aid, and that hurts. But. It's just his luck that he ran across some hostile-ish Black Templars.

He murmurs prayers to The Lord of the Ninth, and the God Emperor of Mankind for help. He continues to swim away from the pod of Black Templars, something tells him that he could have gotten off much worse, but he doesn't know why he feels that is the case.

At least his wounds have stopped bleeding and are slowly starting to heal. He takes some more rations and hydration and consumes them, hoping that it will help his wounds heal faster.

He finds a rocky beach, and he looks around, tired, and doesn't see anyone or anything else on it. For now at least and he activates his air-swimming ability and makes sure to curl up in a ball of scales as a way to keep his bits protected and slightly more comfortable.

He needs to sleep he's so tired. So thirsty. His breathing gets slowly deeper and his muscles slowly relax and he falls asleep, the rays of the sun making his golden scales glitter quite prettily.

[fictionfolk-safehaven]

Technically nothing about the source or the character is problematic but what I might have to say might be but im not sure, so sorry if this isn't wanted here but uh yeah

I rlly want to worship some dieties that are technically fictional (I say technically cuz the definition of fictional when it comes to religion is a little blurry) but like I rem worshiping and like working with them and honering them and stuff in my kin memories!!! And I still want to right now in this life! But like idk if thats wrong or not

Idk what to do 😭

-a c!scar (life series) who rlly wants to worship the Watchers again

OH OH we fucking love "weird" spiritual practices I'm stoked as fuck to get an ask like this. We're starting to get back into spirituality as a collective, because syscovery really shook us up and made us drop our practice. So actually we can totally answer this- it's not wrong at all in our opinion, and it's even something we've seen people do!!

Pop culture practices are a whole thing! I 100% encourage you to do whatever the hell you want. It's your practice. Our Phil(DSMP) is building a little altar for Death, specifically Death from his world and his wife. Our Genshin fictives are incredibly likely to incorporate their canon into their spiritual practices, and hell we as a collective see Teyvat (Genshin's world) as merely another reality.

I'd totally toss our spirituality blog at y'all if enough ppl wanted it, we just so rarely post on it because our practice has been non-existent lately. We just haven't STARTED doing pop culture practices, or any practices for that matter (god we need to pick up our tarot again wtf) so ehhhh. But absolutely do whatever!! Worship the Watchers again, etc, we're of the opinion that spirituality can and should be whatever makes you happiest.

Oh and as a final note, it doesn't have to be problematic that's just the focus of the blog! All fictionfolk are welcome to talk about whatever they have relation to their identities.

-Pyre

[fictionkinfessions]

Nothing quite hits like the C!Scar kin euphoria of having your top surgeon say he was surprised by how well developed your pecs are.

Trans masc kins and fictives out there, do push ups when youre planning top surgery, its so worth it oh my god I'm gonna be on a happiness high for hours over this.

~Scar🕯♟️(life series smp)

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[uenodivision]

BATTLE OF PRIDE (DekaDynasty Ver.)

(Welcome to the division)

Battle of Pride

H.Y.P.N.O.S.I.S. Mic!

Battle of Pride

[Aranai:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Pedal to the metal, my throttle's full of sin

The HBIC is on the mic, born to ride and born to win!

Adrenaline junkie, my rhymes hit like an f'ing spike

Revvin' up the crowd, this is the kind of life that I like!

[Shisuta:]

In prayerful whispers, my rhymes rise to the skies

A servant of the Word, in truth, without disguise

Through trials and tribulations, His strength I rehearse

A humble messenger, with the gospel in verse

[Kisouna:]

In the court or on the streets, my verdict resounds

With scales of justice, I'm Ueno's guardian hound

No crime goes unpunished, on my watch, no fallacy

"Guilty!" I proclaim, for all who challenge me!

[Sakurai Clan:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Sakurai Clan shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Ryuko:]

From the underworld's shadow to the animator's light

I sketch out my fury, frame by frame, fight by fight

Ink flows like blood, my past a dark art, each stroke a battle scar

On this canvas of beats, I tear fuckin' mics apart!

[Maki:]

In the lecture hall of life, I'm the professor of truth

Dispensing worldwide knowledge, enlightening the youth

Each stanza crafted with care, a hidden rebel's call

Challenging the regime, without fear I stand tall

[Shuu:]

From the darkest secrets to the sweetest truth

Men-H's eyes see all, uncovering the proof

In this game of lies, I'll always find the way

For the broken hearts, I promise, I will make the guilty pay

[Sazanka Zombeez:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Sazanka Zombeez shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Nadya:]

In the quiet before dawn, Oculus' vision forms

Vipera's strike awaits, as the silent storm transforms

[Meari:]

Screaming into the void, my lyrics carve a fucking path

Bloody Mary's reflection, a testament to my wrath!

[Aika:]

Ohh, I feel the pleasure building, it's so much I just can't take it!

One more push and I'll be free, primed and ready to release~

[Oculus:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Oculus shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Chorus:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

[Sayaka:]

With wings of hope, I cradle my dearest kin

Rhopalocera's grace; this is where my love begins

For Saitama's soul and my daughters' bright gleams

I will stand as a beacon even in the darkest dreams

[Lola:]

Aphrodite's charm, the world's envy and desire

In Femme Fatale's glow, I set all hearts on fire

Crowned in beauty's grace, I'm Japan's finest queen

My allure transcends in every possible scene

[Kureha:]

In the twilight's embrace, Eclipse paints the night

With strokes of darkness where stars lose their light

A silent void whispers in the moon's gentle sway

Art's somber echo as the world fades away

[Femme Fatale:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Femme Fatale shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Ryūzō:]

In the realm of shadows where feelings reside

A killer's heart beats strong, though in darkness we hide

A shadow's essence, more than what it seems

Life's not about finding, but creating our dreams

[Takumi:]

With GUTS and fire, we can all embrace the day!

Youth's power ignites in every single way

Never give up, always strive to be the best

Because today's efforts will help build tomorrow's success!

[Kotono:]

In the chaos of life, this educator finds her way

With a drink in one hand, and a bet to play

From a laboratory to a classroom, her path is so wide

Do not take life too seriously, just enjoy the ride! (Come on!)

[Kiya Kara:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Kiya Kara shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Yuuya:]

In Nara's embrace, where summer dreams ignite

Cherish every moment before they all fade from your sight!

[Asahi:]

In spring's serene beauty, my art of wagashi unfolds

Chase your dreams, like tales of old, where real courage molds

[Saigo:]

In winter's chill, where truth's cold light prevails

Tsukumogami's words cut deep, like icy gales

[Miraitabi:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Miraitabi shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Chorus:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

[Anika:]

In the realm of minds, I help to guide the way

Words of wisdom and misdirection, breaking habits' sway

From racing tracks to healing hearts anew

Transforming lives, young and old, where fresh journeys ensue

[Shian:]

The thrill of the chase, it's adrenaline's rush

Breaking through barriers, in the hunt is where I crush

Running free, no chains in the world can bind my stride

In the pursuit, my purpose I find (Ready or Not!)

[Makina:]

You're in my world now where pixels come alive

Controller in hand, this is the place that I thrive

Connection binds us. Break me? You can't!

In this digital realm, my spirit will not recant

[Pixel Syndicate:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Pixel Syndicate shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Azusa:]

In the eye of the mind on the battlefield, focus is the key to victory

Samurai's cunning and wisdom, guiding me throughout history

With the great Tomoe Gozen's spirit, I strive to uphold

Living and dying, so their legacy remains bold

[Fleuret:]

In a world of greed and deceit, I stand with pride

Honor's my shield, with knights and majesty standing by my side

Heritage and art, woven in every rhyme I create

Upholding my legacy, through the sands of time, I navigate

[Eldrid:]

In the face of fear and doubt, courage must rise high

Valkyrie's spirit soaring beneath the endless sky

Managing fear with bravery's unwavering might

Fighting forward through the brightest day and the blackest night!

[Blade Maiden:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Blade Maiden shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[SOUR BOMB:]

Get ready for the blast, everybody!

[Tetsuya:]

The BOMB's here, causing chaos steady

[Min:]

With style and flair, we light up the night

[Minato:]

In this dystopian world, we shine so bright

[Tetsuya:]

Min, Minato, are you ready to ignite?

[Min & Minato:]

Yeah, we're ready, with courage in sight

[Tetsuya:]

Defeat is always in our grasp?

That's the biggest misconception!

[Min:]

Reality's an illusion, but we make it real

[Minato:]

Prepare your hearts for the explosion

[SOUR BOMB:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

SOUR BOMB shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Akihisa:]

From the deepest shadows emerges a force so dark

Bound together by chains, we ignite the loud spark

In this twisted world, we bring not order but chaos

No mercy for the wicked, prepare yourselves for Katsushika

From the shadows, Azrael’s scythe will reap all

[Touya:]

Sweetheart’s blade strikes out like (Slash! Slash! Slash!)

[Rintaro:]

For your fucking sins and terror, the goddamn Bomber will end you now!

[Akari:]

In the flames of hell, Cinder's wrath will burn you all down

[Akihisa:]

Trapped in bondage, but still we rise

[Touya:]

You lose, no savior

[Rintaro:]

Will you face your doom or beg for mercy?

[Akari:]

What will it be? Now choose your fate

[Death Row Block:]

Bounce ba-ba bounce

Death Row Block shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

(Welcome to the division, a line-up full of icons)

[Azusa:]

Balance the world with a warrior's fight

[Anika:]

Watch this trio light up the night

[Ryūzō:]

Shadows will consume the light

[Sayaka:]

Unveil the secrets hidden in plain sight

[Ryuko:]

Unleash chaos with every beat

[Aranai:]

The flames of the uprise ignite the street

[DekaDynasty:]

Hypnosis Mic, activated

It resounds--bang a gong

Unrivaled rhyme and flow

A last chapter for this revolt of words

(Battle of Pride)

[Chorus:]

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

Battle of Pride!

@suginami-division @minato-division01 @saitama-division @sendaidivision @naradivision

@akihabara-division03 @taito-division @kagoshima-division @katsushika-division

[twidiarie]

mother dearest

I'm still your baby

Why won't you cradle me?

mother dearest

It wasn't long ago as weak knees grew strength and the infant who crawled

became the infant who walked

waddling and tumbling, under your care

I'd never fall or trip, my tiny fist enveloping your finger

I was safe, your lips spilled words of praise and prayer

To ask the Almighty to keep me steady, to never let me run off into unsafe terrain and linger

Mother dearest

When I stopped being your cute little doll

When my lips were no longer puppeted with the sounds of obedience and agreement, when I developed the gall

To say no, to say otherwise, to put on different glasses and lenses

Our worlds were now in different colors and in different focuses and perspectives

mother dearest

You spoonfed me mashed fruit and cleaned my drooling chin with tissues and gently wiped away my tears

Now I eat in silence while you tell me that fruit has too much sugar and serve me the bitter vegetables I never liked and I wipe away my own tears

Mother dearest

My face and my body and my beauty is like yours, right?

Yet you've taken your carving knife, determined to shape me into your picture perfect sight

You've poked and prodded, stabbed and mutilated, a sick carnage

Now with my trembling hands I hold your knife, our knife, guided and steadied by yours. my heart and my pride and my joy lopped off, collateral damage.

Mother dearest

When I look in the mirror

Bile rises in my throat, every part triggers a blaring alarm, “error, error”

I perceive and see the scars and bruises, invisible and visible, littering the expanse of my skin,

I realize that I am no longer the product of love of you and my father and my grandmother and my grandfather and all my ancestors and my kin

I am a blight, I am broken, I am no longer your pretty little doll, your pretty little baby

I am defected, not worthy of being declared as a grade C product, I am unsellable junk, faulty

I am misshapen and unsightly.

If only someone would unmake and rebuild and refashion and fix me

mother dearest

I'm still sensitive, I'm still your child

I still get scared when you, from sweet lamb morph into canine-gnashing wolf, feral and wild

Mother dearest,

The mother hen worrying over her chicks

has become the lion who tears away the flesh of her cubs with curled, bloodied lips

Mother dearest

I want to be cute and soft and small and tiny

So that you'll look at me lovingly and hold me

Now you cast me away and push me aside

Wanting space, wanting your own time

Mother dearest

Do I bore you? You used to listen to my nonsensical rambling and babbling

And now when I spout off my hopes and dreams and speak with passion and intention

You roll your eyes and sigh, look away, your head and your body turned away in aversion

The sun, a star, a daily sight, I will see until the day I die

Will capture your attention, it shines far brighter than I

A ball of gas, scorching and blazing

Melts away the lumpy, awkward me into a puddle, unworthy of remembering

Mother dearest

I understand why you love the sun as you do,

I am a young sapling, a withering flower, and you are the sun aren't you?

Vines crawl up spiked barriers,

desperately reaching for warmth through an imprisoned container

Towards you, I reach, but shades surrounds me at every corner,

I have been ignored, I have been shunned, my cries mimic those of the most distraught mourner

I am so cold, I am dying,

My petals are flitting off, my leaves wilting and drying

please, keep me warm, o mother of mine

I still cower in the face of the dark. I know my fears are asinine

But I am alone and you swore to protect me. You swore it. How foolish, how naive I was, this earnest heart of mine

I didn't know that promise had expired past its deadline

Mother dearest

The cruelest things I feel I will never hear from the world outside

Because words are like arrows,

drawn with intention

with aimed direction.

Stray ones bounce off my armor and graze my cheeks. But you know all my chinks, and your arrows pierce paper thin skin, into the vulnerable flesh inside

Your cute little doll is a fragile thing after all, her stuffing is spilling

Her seams have burst, she is hollow and her pain is agonizing

Mother dearest

I'm sorry I'm sorry forgive me forgive me.

I'm turning into you, into my father, into the wretched Frankenstein of the detestable parts of both of you and you hate me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please don't hate me.

I'm enraged like you are. I am just like you are but it's wrong because it's me.

Mother dearest

Please love me again,

Even when I'm not good.

Even when I'm bad.

please will you love me again?

Even when you're angry will you love me again?

What can I do, please love me again?

Mother dearest

I'm still your baby

Why won't you love me?

If you don't

How can I love me?