#because the fandoms im in are very oc/creation heavy and its kind of like you have to perform a certain way

[commander-gloryforge]

fellow guild wars 2 enjoyers that arent popular and part of the cool kids and have ocs that everyone knows/loves and create banger fanart and post really good fics and all that

fellow guild wars 2 enjoyers that are just kinda there and kinda average

lets band together. and maybe kiss.

[iinfortunii]

rules: code of conduct.

BEGIN.

Before we start, I would like you to have certain things in mind when approaching me ooc. I am very shy and quite awkward, which results in me not being much of a talker; however, I will always try my best to be friendly to whoever wants to approach. I dislike pet names so please do not use them with me unless we are very close. There will be times when I'm just exhausted, so my wording could sound rude/aggressive, to which I apologize in advance -I never mean to hurt people’s feelings. I also reserve the right to interact with WHOEVER I want, and pestering me about it will only get you blocked.

Updates will be made as required.

I. BASIC.

A. This blog is: Selective / Independent / Canon Divergent / NSFW / Mutuals only / Singleship / Mostly iconless / Multiverse / AU, Crossover, OC, and Multimuse friendly / Vaguely affiliated with the OP RP fandom.

B. I am a very slow rper for many reasons —school, family, my ever-fluctuating mood —and I would appreciate it if you refrained from pestering me for replies. In return I offer as much patience as necessary. Think of this blog as low activity please.

C. English is not my mother language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes made.

D. I track the tag #iinfortunii, although mentioning me works just as fine.

E. Constructive criticism is always welcome but anon hate will be immediately deleted. I have no problems if you disagree with my portrayal, but it doesn't give you the right to harass me.

F. Mun and muse are both over 18, so there are chances that heavy content will be present; however I won't be writing smut. I can roleplay anything before or after the act if requested, but the moment things get far too explicit, I'll do a fade-to-black. I ask of you to not lie about your age or else you’ll be blocked indefinitely.

G. This is a heavily headcanon-based blog, and changes are likely to be made as more information is revealed about him, though I reserve the right to adjust the new information according to my interpretation of Deuce or simply ignore it, which is why I’m canon divergent.

H. If you'd like to turn an ask into a thread, you can turn it into a new post, or reblog from me, as I won't be using the Tumblr asks anymore due to the problems that come with formatting and such.

I. Ask box is open for everyone ic or ooc, but you aren't allowed to turn it into a thread and nor I will reply to it if we’re not mutuals. Please don't push me, because I won't hesitate to block.

J. No godmoding —only a minor is allowed if it moves a thread forward —or metagaming, please. Don't kill Deuce either, unless plotted beforehand, and most importantly, don't hold your muse back.

K. Discord is available for mutuals upon request.

L. Just because I write something it does not mean I condone it. Please have this in mind and again, do not pester me about it. Any and all nsfw matters will be tagged accordingly. There will be triggering topics present, and you can know more about this on the section below.

M. DO NOT involve me in drama or call-out posts. I’m heavily against both things. On this note, you’ll never see me rebloging a call-out post. This culture is so damaging and toxic, and I firmly believe no one should play the role of the judge for the good of the community just because you had issues with someone or don’t agree with the things they roleplay. Talk things privately, be mature about it, hard-block the person and move on. I am also very aware that a lot of people have done things that can’t be excused, but I like to believe that people can change for the better. If you try to drag me into it, I'll hard block any and all people involved indefinitely.

II. TRIGGERS.

A. They will be tagged as trigger tw, trigger / and trigger cw.

B. I do my best to stay up to date with my mutuals triggers. Your comfort is way more important to me than you might think, so never be hesitant to approach me via IM, (anonymous) ask or stop following me.

C. Triggers that are likely to appear, although some more than others: violence || blood || death || drugs || abuse || knives || body image || medical equipment || suggestive content || etc

D. I have no triggers, so you are free to go wild with your content. I only ask you remember to tag your nsfw (both written and visual), please.

III. INTERACTIONS.

A. Deuce won't like everyone. He might/will make wrong assumptions about your character. He will insult and bite back. He won't always be nice to those he likes. He does many things that serve his interests. You, as the mun, have no reason to take it personal, because I'm won't follow someone I don't like; if you DO take it personal however, and decide to rouse drama, then I'll be hard-blocking you. Goes for me as well —I have no reason to get angry for any of the things noted above.

B. My bonds page displays the relationships that have been built over time, not necessarily through interaction alone but over plotting as well. Refer to it for more information.

C. Interactions with OCs related to canon characters will only take place as long as said OCs have a detailed about page. Personally, I'm not interested in the idea of an OC being blood-related to my portrayal, so I apologize in advance.

D. Formatting isn’t a big thing across my blogs, save for the small text. Please don’t mix either sup/sub with small text when writing with me, as I have eyesight problems. Don’t use colored text either.

E. Non-romantic pre-established relationships are allowed! Just make sure to talk it out with me first, yeah?

01. Spade / Whitebeard pirates (canon and original characters alike that i am MUTUALS with) will have a pre-established relationship as long as the other mun is comfortable with such idea, though that relationship will be limited to merely crewmates, unless discussed otherwise.

F. You don’t need to match my writing length as long as I’m given enough to work with. If something about my reply bothers or doesn’t work with you, let me know and I’ll re-work it.

G. I really enjoy plotting scenarios or talking out about the relationships my muse could have with other muses, so hit me up if you’ve got any ideas! I’ll try to do the same!

H. Mun does not equal muse, so don’t go assuming I’m a jerk simply because Deuce is an asshole from time to time. I’m set on the idea that I’ll give people the same treatment they give me —which is always nice and kind. Kudos to everyone for this ♡

I. I don’t use a threadtracker because I rely on my memory (terrible mistake, I know), but I try to draft people’s replies as soon as I see them. If by any reason it seems like I lost it, then please let me know / send me a link with it and I’ll be deeply grateful.

J. I don’t do nor reply to greetings starters for matters of my own comfort, so I ask of you to never expect a starter or a reply from them.

IV. SHIPPING.

A. Singleship, with the spot taken by daadzi, which means Deuce is no longer open for romantic relationships.

01. Under no circumstances, I will accept more romantic relationships once the spot is taken. That being said, I won’t discourage your muse from falling for / hitting on him, although I ask you to understand he will never respond with the same interest or will never react gently if he’s pushed too far.

02. If my shipping partner is comfortable enough, I'll interact with duplicates with the condition that the relationship is strictly platonic.

B. Constant interaction, mutual interest, and chemistry are a must for the sake of better communication (both ic and ooc, preferably).

C. Please do not approach me if you wish our characters to have either a: one night stand or friends with benefits type of relationships. It won’t work out due to the nature of Deuce’s personality, and for that I apologize.

E. My ship has its own tag so you're free to block it if you don't want to see it on your dashboard. In addition, I'll also tag those posts with only the ship name for this very purpose.

F. Please do not force ships on me.

V. CELEBRATIONS.

A. First off, I am absolutely terrible at keeping up with dates, and to be frank, I am not the biggest fan of celebrating, which is why I think it’s necessary to say I won’t be partaking in any holidays, not even Deuce’s birthday (not that he has one, to begin with). Obviously I will still reply to any gifts received, and will send out things in return —you know, common courtesy.

B. I won't be sending out birthday gifts every year, and I might write drabbles for people once in a blue moon; it doesn’t mean they will be done for the specific date though, so please be patient.

VI. REASONS TO NOT FOLLOW BACK / UNFOLLOW.

A. Too much drama / call-outs / vague posts / sexual content.

B. Content makes me uncomfortable.

C. You are a personal blog without a visible rp sideblog. Please make sure it's easy to find.

D. You do not have a proper tag system.

E. Your blog doesn’t have a rules and about pages.

F. You lack the manners to deal with people respectfully.

G. I have no interest / lost interest.

H. I'm constantly / only used as a meme archive.

I. Other reasons may apply. I will soft block so we can both cease following each other and avoid any potential awkward situations. I won’t make a fuss if you decide to unfollow so I expect the same courtesy.

VII. ABOUT BEATRICE.

She is not a real person. Her concept as Deuce’s (toxic) pseudolover is my creation and was somewhat inspired from the real life Beatrice Portinari. Do have in mind that Deuce doesn’t talk about her so your muse can’t simply approach him and ask about her unless they can go through his memories / read his mind / any capability alike or he speaks about her, though it won't take a genius to figure out that she's a product of his imagination.

You can read about her by clicking here -link to be added.

She serves as a lie to shield himself from the internalized homophobia he deals with up until meeting Ace.

NOTE: As stated previously, Mun =/= muse, but I too have been dealing with compulsory heterosexuality for far too long, so I'd like to apologize in advance for projecting a bit of that into my portrayal. I'll work so that this part makes sense with what we've been given from Ace's novel.

VIII. MISCELLANEOUS.

A. I will never force people to follow me, so if by any reason you have to unfollow/block me, please go ahead. Your comfort matters and have every right to do what you must to ensure your wellbeing. With that said, I will not tolerate and will immediately hard block if you try to police my content.

B. I do not follow back immediately, and it can take me from a few hours to several days to follow back. Do not take it personally if I choose not to.

C. If I follow it’s because I am interested in interacting. I only ask you to be patient because it might take me a while to gather the courage to send something to your inbox or talk to you.

D. I have. ZERO knowledge about medicine. Don’t expect me to go full force and try to be 100% accurate, because I won’t.

E. I practice reblog karma (send a meme to someone if I’m rebloging it from them). If you see something you’d like to reblog but have no intention in sending something yourself, then please reblog from the source.

IX. FINISH.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! As you might have noticed, there’s no password to send. Make sure to check the psa tag for any updates, or don’t hesitate to send an ask if there’s anything unclear! I do my best so as not to post too much OOC posts, but sometimes it just happens. If it's nothing important, then I'll erase it whenever I have the chance/remember.

Keanu Reeves vc: You’re all breathtaking!

[nationalharmonica]

untitled angst (im suffering squirtle)

Fandom: Pokemon BW(2) Word count: 2968 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR FUTURE NUZLOCKE???, Ghetsis is a remorseless asshole, Someone give N a blanket, Someone give Touya a blanket, There’s one (1) OC who is literally a Tuxedo Mask, Ghetsis doesn’t give a fuck that this is supposed to be a Black 2 verse, I don’t give a fck about typos

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It was illogical. Impossible. No matter how he thought around it, no clear resolution came to his mind. Yet there it was, that round white stone he remembered so very vividly from two years prior, in the grasp of the man he used to call a father.

“Where did you get that?” His voice came out strangely strangled, like a hand was clamping around his throat, making it almost impossible to speak. His mind was a jumble, blurry memories and emotions churning in his mind and making him dizzy.

Ghetsis tossed the Light Stone lightly. He hummed in his throat as he tapped his cane onto the rocky floor. Looking upon N, he decided he rather liked the confused and betrayed expression on his face, even if it did remind him of the day his delicate plans were ruined by a couple of children.

The stupid boy, who he had raised to be a leader, choosing friends over the very values he had ingrained into him since the day he plucked him out of that godforsaken forest. The thought made him sour to the core. ‘Ungrateful brat,’ he thought, ‘Thinking himself superior for choosing his own destiny.’

“You should know where I got this, little urodets,” Ghetsis remarked, pointing his cane at N. “Your eyes do not deceive you for once. This is indeed the same Light Stone you fought against two years ago.”

“Don’t call me that.” N gritted his teeth at the old nickname, having since learned its true meaning. A freak of nature, something he had tried so hard to remove from his identity, tried so hard to not let affect him anymore. He of all people knew how abnormal he was, he didn’t need a reminder. “Where did you get it? Did you steal it from them?”

N said no name yet it was obvious who he meant. Those two trainers, the first humans he considered as friends, and the ones to show him he had been wrong about the world. Ghetsis smirked when he realised N had no idea what he was implying by bringing the Light Stone here.

“Revenge is so sweet, don’t you think?” He closed his eyes as he revelled in a memory from a while back; a snowy tundra in which a dark shape lay in the slush. Remembering gave him a surge of satisfaction throughout his entire body. “That exhilaration when you finally achieve your own justice. It’s a pity how quickly things can disappear, though.”

He opened his eyes to give a sharp and malicious glare. “That boy really did put up a fight, you know. Took out several of my Pokemon. I returned the favour, of course. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I froze his heart and watched him die in the snow.”

His words shook N to the core. He barely noticed when his legs gave out beneath him, forcing him to his knees. His body went numb, hardly hearing the concerned cries of Nate and Rosa. They sounded like he was underwater, and he felt unable to breathe like he was drowning. He could hear the soft pat-pat as the tears he didn’t even realise he was crying fell onto the dusty floor.

It wasn’t true. It can’t be true. No way. Just, no way would Touya let himself be killed like that, he told himself. He took a shaky breath and he forced himself to speak. “Y-You’re lying. Just like you’ve always done. Why would you say something like that?”

Ghetsis seemed not to care at his disowned son grovelling on the floor. Instead, he held up the Light Stone towards Kyurem. “Oh really, urodets? Do you really think I would bother lying to you anymore? I have no more need to deceive you, since I have nothing to gain from you.”

The Light Stone hovered off his hand and in front of Kyurem. Reshiram would not be able to burst from its confines without its Hero present, and Ghetsis took his time retrieving the DNA Splicers from inside his robes knowing that. “That infernal trainer died because I wished it so. And good riddance, he would’ve been a pain.”

“Stop it!” N clutched his head in pain, hot tears continuing to spill down his cheeks as he began to break into hysterics. “You'relyingyou’relyingyou’relyingYOU���RELY-”

“Oh for Arceus’ sake, boy! Shut your mouth for once in your miserable life!” Ghetsis sharply cut off N’s rambling chant, clearly irritated by his voice. He held the Splicers up to Kyurem also, watching it as it transformed into a device that would anchor it and the Light Stone together. “You’ve lived in fantasies too long, boy. Let me show you the true reality.”

Light filled the room as Kyurem absorbed the Light Stone and transformed. Taking upon the characteristics of Reshiram, the breath it exuded was so cold it burned the skin. It let out an ear-shattering cry that echoed off the cave walls, making the two trainers flinch. N, too far gone in his misery, did not flinch at all as he was hit head on with the screech.

As a matter of fact, N was truly already facing reality, as a flood of memories invaded his mind that he had locked well away a long time ago.

Misty windows and a cup of hot chocolate as he sat in the Pokecenter of a frozen town. Zekrom had retreated into a Pokeball, despite N’s protests, in order to escape the cold. Cries of concern echoing through the door.

“A body’s been found!”

“Someone get Nurse Joy!”

“The poor dear, he was so young.”

A person on a sleigh covered by a jacket was brought into the center. Clearly dead, and Nurse Joy pulling back the jacket to reveal a face he knew too well. Blue lips and glassy eyes frozen into an expression of pure contempt. Brown hair that used to bounce so softly now hung solid with snowflakes. They found nothing to identify him but N didn’t need them to.

He couldn’t remember what happened next, and a flush of white rushed over him. He had chosen not to remember, he realised. He had chosen to forget that Touya had died alone. He had chosen sweet ignorance over reality again, even after he had promised his first friends that he would never live a lie anymore.

N felt disgusting. A cold sweat broke out as his hands grew clammy. He felt like he had betrayed everything he had stood for since he reformed himself two years ago. Spending all this time telling himself that he’d find those two himself, never realising one was dead and the other still promptly missing. A sob racked his body as the magnitude of the loss hit him for the second time. One of his first friends was gone, and he had decided to ignore it. The thought made him hide his face in shame. He truly was just a freak.

Ghetsis paid no mind to him as he marvelled in his creation. Four metres of malicious cold energy packed into a dragon-shaped weapon. With a flick of his cane, he turned its attention to the weeping man. “Kyurem, dispose of this trash.”

Kyurem gave another deafening screech and gathered energy in its mouth. When N gave no indication of moving out of the way, Rosa made to run to him but was pulled back by Nate. “Rosa it’s too dangerous!”

“N, move or you’re going to die!” Rosa ignored Nate in favour of yelling at N. She could feel tears spilling over as he acted like he couldn’t even hear her. She ripped her arm away to charge at N. Her nimble size did nothing to budge him when she grabbed him. She tugged on his shoulders to no avail. “N, please! We need to move!”

N removed his hands from his face to show his palms were wet. “No… No… I deserve this… I betrayed them, after everything they did for me. I don’t deserve anything else.”

“ROSA!” Nate panicked from the side, torn between the cowardly instinct to stay put and his loyalty to his friends. “Rosa, please! You need to get out of the way!”

“Not without N! This is wrong, all of this is wron-” She was cut off when another cry from Kyurem signalled its intention to fire. A sharp shove to her chest knocked the breath out of her as she fell to the side several metres away. N had just pushed her away. She scrambled to her feet and made to run at him again when Kyurem finally released its energy.

“N!” She yelled, so loudly her voice was coarse in her throat. The force of the blast knocked her back again as it rushed past her, wind blowing her pigtails into her face. N was completely enveloped in the cold light Kyurem shot. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying and tasted blood in her mouth.

Nate swooped to Rosa’s side, helping her up and away as the blast died down. He didn’t know what to expect, maybe a pile of ashes, and his heart felt heavy as Rosa cried into his shoulder.

What he did not expect was for N to be entirely intact, shielded by a cloaked figure that looked like they were struggling to stay on their feet. Their arms and torso were burned by the ice cold, clothes burned away making it obvious they were a man. The golden mask he wore splintered into pieces and cascaded off his face to clatter onto the floor where a kind of dark energy congealed around the pieces, revealing green eyes.

It was the mysterious person who had appeared before them so many times before. And now his identity was known as he lowered his arms to show a soft round face speckled with brown freckles on his pale skin. It was a face none of them had seen before, but Ghetsis showed that he did.

Ghetsis regarded the man with contempt, sneering as he panned down to loom at the discarded mask fragments. “You, I remember you.”

The man struggled to catch his breath and his eyes flashed with a kind of hate. He didn’t meet Ghetsis’ gaze as he unfastened the cloak he wore, gathering the mask pieces into it before swaddling it and holding it close. “I hope you do, Ghetsis. I’m one of those you’ve wronged.”

“Oh I know plenty of those. Rather, I remember you as Hydreigon food that escaped.” Ghetsis regarded the bundled cloak with disgust. “Along with that.”

N seemed to finally realise he was, in fact, not dead, and looked up at the mysterious man that had just taken a legendary attack full force. The man seemed to notice eyes on his back and turned to face him. “Hi, name’s Maverick. I’ve heard a lot about you N, especially about how much of an ‘ass’ you are. No offense.”

N was befuddled at this Maverick person speaking to him so informally, like he had known N for years. “Uh… none taken? I guess?”

Maverick chuckled at his awkward reply before becoming stone-faced again as he turned back to Ghetsis. “I’m here to stop you.”

“Never heard that one before. What are you going to do, Maverick? You’ve got nothing but a beat up Yamask to fight with.” Ghetsis poked his cane towards the bundle he held. Of course, Nate thought, the golden mask did look like the masks he had seen Yamasks carry around while exploring Relic Castle.

Maverick put the bundle on the ground with some difficulty, complimenting the Yamask within on his good work. Standing back up, he got into a fighting stance. “Well it was never my intention to fight with Pokemon. Instead, I intend to fight you directly, unless you’re too much of a coward to face me by yourself, old man.”

“I hardly see reason to waste my time dealing with a hard-headed brat like you. Kyurem, away with these two as well.” Kyurem seemed exhausted from its last attack, instead choosing to charge forward with a physical attack instead. Maverick abandoned his stance and snatched up the cloak, making to grab N’s arm too before Kyurem twisted around almost impossibly for a beast its size, whipping its tail to catch him in the back. All three of them well flung against the wall.

N struggled for breath as it was knocked out of him and Maverick clutched the bundle to his chest as he he collided with the rocky wall, clearly winded as well. Maverick was the first to catch his breath. “H-Holy… fuck. That hurts…”

He handed the bundle to N as he still tried to breathe. N seemed confused by the sudden parcel. Maverick merely smiled and got to his feet shakily. “Don’t look so surprised. He’s been waiting for you for a while.”

He turned to the two trainers still at the side of the cave. While ripping off the tattered remains of his shirt, he gestured to N. “Hey you two! Care you remove these guys? I’ll make sure Kyurem doesn’t kick your ass.”

Unsurprisingly, Rosa was the first to jump up, followed quickly by Nate, and the two seized an arm each and marched N out of the way. Meanwhile Kyurem growled in anticipation as Maverick walked forwards and taunted the dragon. Letting out a cry, it charged at him again. This time he was prepared and dodged the attack skillfully, flipping over the sweeping tail and running to the other side of the cave with the beast hot on his heels.

N was plopped down on a rock in the tunnel of the cave, the other two trainers exhausted at dragging his unwilling body. He pondered on what Maverick had meant by ‘he’. Curiously, he undid the bundle and watched the mask pieces clink onto the rocks. Yamask masks resembled a face, he remembered. But he had no idea what happened to a Yamask when they mask was shattered. The dark goop that clung to the pieces were likely the remains of the Pokemon.

He inspected the pieces, and found some characteristics of it quite familiar. From the sprinkle of faint freckles etched onto the nose, to the thin lips he was sure he had seen smile before. A rush of hope coursed through him, and he hurried to organise the pieces while Nate and Rosa looked on confused.

Piece by piece, he connected the pieces of the mask, and more features became shockingly familiar. Close knit and thick eyebrows almost always in a perpetually frowning angle, closed eyes that he knew the colour of, even the hair that always fell onto his cheeks. A drop appeared on one of the pieces and made N realise he was crying yet again. The circumstances were very different though, and he let out a sob as the final piece went into place, showing the face that had given him so much love and pain.

“….Touya?” N barely got the name out, but the coagulated black mess quivered at the name. It seeped into the cracks, holding the pieces together as they melded into a whole again. It wasn’t perfect, and faint lines showed where the cracks had been, but the mask was whole again, and the darkness retreated underneath its dome.

N put a finger underneath the mask, and was astonished when he felt something grab onto it. The darkness burst out from beneath the mask, forming a corporeal body that opened wide red eyes. Yamasks always looked like they were crying, but this one was very literally doing so as red liquid tears pattered onto the mask it held. “N, you goddamn idiot.”

N had never been more thankful for his ability in his whole life. He made a strange noise in his throat as he grabbed the small Pokemon and hugged him, feeling the Yamask hug him back with a kind of fervour that had him slightly nervous. Pulling back he regarded the Pokemon with his face between his hands. “I thought you were dead.”

“I am dead, unfortunately.” Touya acted like like N had asked him a stupid question, as if it wasn’t totally obvious he was a Ghost Pokemon. Touya was about the let off another snarky remark when N embraced him again, planting kisses all over his ghostly face. If he could blush, Touya probably would have. “I-I think maybe you should explain! You’re getting weird looks!”

N looked away to see Rosa positively beaming with happiness while Nate looked rather confuzzled. Touya didn’t blame them; they just saw a human basically making out with a Pokemon, and even as strange as N was, he didn’t think he was exempt from judgement.

N cleared his throat and wiped his face. “Oh, uh… This is Touya. He’s one of the trainers I mentioned, well was, I guess.”

“Ass, I still have my memories, you know.”

“And um, I really liked him? And now I feel awful because all this time you were a Pokemon and I believed you were still alive.” N looked away, ashamed. Touya huffed and patted one of N’s cheeks with his hand.

“Never mind that. I don’t blame you at all.” Touya declared. N looked taken aback by Touya’s forgiveness, and his eyes grew misty and he hugged him again.

“TOUYAAAA!!” N sobbed, giving the ghost more smooches. Touya struggled to escape his arms and resorted to hiding in his mask again. N instead gave the mask kisses and Touya turned metaphorically red within it.

Nate cleared his throat. “Well this is kind of awkward to witness. Who wants to go verse an abominable dragon?”

“Nate! They’re adorable be nice.” Rosa wished she had a camera right now.