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fo-love · 6 months ago
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ghosthunter x ghost au for your selfships
thoughts?
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rasp-beryl · 1 year ago
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My lovely self insert! Pezzottaite! Shipping them so hard with my f/o phos!! XD
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ednito · 1 year ago
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omg wip dump!! see this proves i have other interest! i'm just lazy as fuck. i do want to draw more hnk though. these are SO old (especially the first one)
i might actually go back to that first one because i still like my og idea and my self shipping ass will expand way more on it with more art or something idk
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chiyuki-hiro · 1 year ago
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Happy anniversary to @kittyandco & Elliot! 💜
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catboyselfship · 2 years ago
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remi(ngton) ♡ he/it ♡ 20
info carrd: link ♡
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proship/transmed/terf DNI.
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overtaken-stream · 10 months ago
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Where On3 Will St4nd
King The Wildfire x F!Lunarian!Reader
100+ Followers Special!! I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3 (This was posted so late oml) This bad boy has been cooking in my drafts for close to a year and a half it feels like, it is very much burnt to a crisp. Thank you anon who asked me about King meeting another of his race! This would not be here without you <3
Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.
word count: 8.9k
Warnings: incorrect cultural description(?)/practices(?), Self-harm(Burns), Imprisonment, Timeline is a mess don't come at me.
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( The Land of a Demon )
Onigashima is an intimidating island; the smell of ash penetrates every corner of the scene where a battlefield will unfold. There are no flowers to add color to the brown mud and grey rocks, no snowflakes to grace the island or land on the red mist. The only thriving presence is the skull, where the fire emanates—the lair of a wrongdoer rotting and resting in this sinful place.
The skull, or rather, the rock resembling a creature much like the one on Thriller Bark—Oars, to be exact—was its name. But even he, the Junior, paled in comparison to the Skull Dome. No human could have sculpted it; giants, maybe, but even then, there are doubts.
It was formidable for you to step into the den of a beast earlier than expected, where you would be alone and defenseless. The dreadful aura the place is emitting is fitting for an Emperor of the sea. The deeper you went, the lighter you felt, the fearsome and overwhelming feeling was replaced by the intimidating, and may I say, strict walls you can find in the Wano Kuni, or the Flower Capital to be more exact, the only thing Onigashima lacks is the malnourishment that comes with Shoguns' rule, the exhausted faces of workers, the food prices and the dirtied outskirts. The separation of morals between the Wano Kuni and Onigashima shows clearly in the environment, it's like stepping into a completely different world, detached by the innocent victims who got birthed in this tangle of knotted rope, a mess, a sculptor done masterfully by manipulators of different social hierarchies. It's an art piece that took lives. A work in progress.
Their happiness depends on us. The ones who took it in the first place. The pirates.
We are the only people who bleed flames and light up the shadowed space that is Wano.
Soon.
...Soon.
After the worrying incident of the crew splitting apart yet again to get Sanji back and despite your worries for the polite cook- you were among the majority who continued traveling toward Wano. The plan was for you to become a Geisha working alongside Robin to get selected by the Shogun, but at last, the paths split and here you were in the den of beasts.
There was little chance of concealing your true identity in Wano; the absence of hair dyes posed a challenge. However, with strategic tying, the Obi belt effectively concealed the main factors that could give you away. The uncomfortable sensation is so familiar that you've learned to master not showing the everlasting pain on your face. The lightened makeup applied by the elderly further masks your skin, with red lips complementing your Obi and velvety gloves. The black hue of your flower kimono, snug tightly to your legs, hinders your pace, restraining you from keeping up with other women who, despite being more nervous, are less experienced in the field of treachery. Tonight, it will be challenging to differentiate professionals from novices, and you vow to take advantage.
The occasionally beautiful scenery inside the castle fails to comfort you amidst the fast-beating hearts; it is unsettling. The empty halls, guided by one of Kaido's puppets, make everyone dizzy with the maze-like walls—plain, hard to remember its turns.
In what way did the he turn last time?
The candles dwindle in plain sight as the floor creaks, accommodating the heavy steps of someone on the other side of the hallway. The sound becomes more vivid as it picks up pace, running past your group from the other side of the wall, capturing the attention of a soldier who turns and continues guiding with an anxious face.
It's only when the others, approximately ten pairs of feet, follow suit that you realize the commotion beside the separation. Judging by the soldier's expression, it seems to be a normal occurrence. However, you do not halt your steps; you continue to motionlessly follow, much like a sheep. It turns out the other women have the same idea.
There's an Oni free of its cage.
Debris falls from the shaking ceiling onto your shoulders. You wipe the black fabric clean, huffing as you quicken your pace, gently pushing the ladies to make way. The man, with spiky brown hair, takes another turn to the right this time.
``Sir, how far are you going to make us walk? Do you want us to be gasping for breath when we entertain our customers?`` You ask in a monotone voice, the impatience underlines your words, while your facial expression is the same as the one you entered with.
The soldier angles his neck to look up at you before his expression turns sour.
Lazy sons of bitches are too tired to answer a simple question. Tsk.
Your eye twitches as you await his answer. Not minding the spooked expressions of the ladies.
``Just above this floor.``
You only take your eyes off of him when the dark wood stairs come into view. It's been twenty years since the Beast Pirates invaded Wano Kuni and the history of Onigashima, they left a mark that will be impossible to remove. The residue of red that has maintained its place on the stairs is proof of that, who knows how many more illicit and barbaric things this place... This Country has witnessed. Who knows how many more will be lost.
Yet, people ignore it for their safety, geisha act no differently, even if they feel the warmth of a body no longer on the bottom of their okobo, they don't look down. For their security. Though you seem to be unable to look up, whoever the unfortunate victim was, you wish them a peaceful afterlife.
You hold in what anger you have, clenching your fists onto the sides of your kimono. There will come a time for you to spill it.
Soon.
...Soon.
A dreadful feeling emanates within the group, snapping you out of your daydreams. You didn't mean to get lost in your head, but the moment you let the fabric loose, the double door opens, and the women hurry their way to spots alongside every wall, unhappiness settling in their guts. They put their knees onto the soft purple cushions. Your eyes travel over the shamisen lying beside the cushion you were supposed to rest on. The three-stringed instrument you pick up seems to be brand new—unused and unprepared. However, even as you fix the strings, you feel relieved. Kyo Mai is a slow dance with complicated steps, and your confined wings always disturb your enactment. You were supposed to play the instrument and stay hidden among the performers, even with your snow-white hair and height.
The door opens right after everybody picks up their fans, you hid away in the background with the shamisen now in the proper hold.
(Away from the intimidating aura the girls seem to be spooked of. They don't break under the pressure. They repeat what was practiced.)
Here they come.
The All-Stars.
( Eyes That Follow )
From the three goliaths that were sitting and having an exchange, you've decided that Queen was the worst out of all of them. His immense and twisted pride shows even during his interactions with the women currently swarming his sides, the sadism that chokes the air out of every woman doesn't reach the beasts.
He calls it... “Flirting” it's not obvious to the naked eye but the girls feel uncomfortable, even when they smile, you can tell. It's for survival they smile. It's for survival they nod their heads as Queen throws compliments at a woman who isn't here. Komurasaki.
You feel sorry for the girl, to have Queen captivated was horrifying. You hold hope that Komurasaki will never meet him in person, even as your eyes continue to wander over Queen, for he, even if the filthiest of the All-Stars, was the most social one. A star scientist. It's when Queen starts practicing his singing talent that one of them calls.
``Oi.``
You straighten up. From on top Jack, The Drought looks down at you.
``Could you start the music already?`` His unreacting eyes only leave your face when you answer with an apology. It was obvious he was trying to silence Queen.
As you pull the shamisen closer to your body, you can hear the blond's offended complaints soon be replaced by the excitement when he realizes the Geishas' standings.
``Well, aren't you a beauty with white hair of yours, musician? Though no one will beat my Komurasaki! That bastard Shogun! Such a shame.``
You aren't sure what he pulls out of his pocket—a paper of some kind? A picture. You thought maybe some information would leak out of their mouths, yet the only conversations you hear are Queen's complaints and praises towards the women. Lost in your own mind, studies continue to mix. Is Kaido awarding his men before the festival? It seems unlikely, but unfortunately, that might be the case.
As you begin the melody of "Crane Wedding," there isn't another noise except Queen's malicious giggles interrupting you. That is until the sounds of squeaking leather picks up in the trapped room. You fix your eyes on the instrument while somebody else's eyes drill into your face, past your cosmetics and the flawless kimono. They don't move from your face; in fact, you might even think they are staring past your soul. You can feel their eyes travel to your neck, covered by the geisha's makeup. They stare, and you don't dare to look up meet meet them.
The pleasant music of yours doesn't halt as a geisha brings in the food, throwing a quick and nervous glance your way, but soon she too turns towards one of the three men who called her, leaving you alone with that crushing stare. The time stretches along with the performance; the short melody now feels like a loop of endless tactics put together. Lovely notes turn into a disgusting mess of mud inside your mind, plugging your ears and forcing you to hear the way your heart speeds up, noticing his eyes cling onto the darker color not peeking from under the makeup. You're nervous, as are the dancing geisha, whose only audience is Queen at this point. It's soon when the second, heavy pair of eyes turn towards you, but this one is much quicker to leave you be.
That must have been Jack.
King. He's the one that continues to stare.
The corner of your lips twitches after the realization. You try to keep away from falling and dissecting below his gaze. It lasts even after the dance was finished, his red eyes hold you hostage for the most part, even when you get up and do what your teacher, a sweet old lady has taught you.
It's fear, not of him, but rather afraid of him finding out what no outsider should know.
It's doubt, he is doubting you. Suspecting you, yet he asks no question. He only stares you down like a predator when you finally meet his crimson eyes. Your (E/C) eyes reflect his fully leathered top half.
You aren't afraid of him, no you can't be, you've faced many opponents in your 25 years of living, and you've gone through the suffering even the strongest men cannot withstand.
You are a Straw hat.
You are part of a future Pirate Kings crew. You cannot be intimidated by a mere second in command. You hold your head up high.
It turns out to be the right action that causes him to back down slowly, surely you are let go from the muddy waters.
( Eye to Eye )
The sunrise began as Jack got up, and soon Queen followed him. After his callouts to King, who threw an audible shut-up in his way but did not move from the spot he was standing, Queen wasn't convinced until Jack bulldozed through the door opening and intentionally dragged Queen out of the way.
The poker face you've kept up so far slips when King calls every woman out of the room except you. You can feel Haki building its way through your veins, but you don't jump to conclusions, even as he gets closer to you with a towering height difference, his latex and bands stay unmelted when the fire on his back explodes, little sparks jumping towards you, who is by now trapped between the wall and the giant. You can feel the hot sparks on your clothing land and extinguish themselves, The conclusion is slow beneath his red eyes that are staring at you so angrily, any other emotion so hard to read beneath the mask that thoroughly covers every part of his body, the folded black wings are no exception.
Besides blocking your means of escape, he has yet to do anything physically, the temperature in the room rises with how fast the heat is produced on his back. The fire is so familiar you might even get lost in it, in the old times, when fewer shit stains were roaming the planet. It makes you sweat underneath all the tight clothes you're wearing, especially on your back where the wings have started to ruffle, trying to let some air into its layers to no avail.
You wish you had talent in observation haki to determine what he was going to do next.
You flinch when his right arm raises from where it slept beside his thighs, it slowly gets closer to your frozen form, even if you try to lean away, there is no point, you realize. You are tall, but as both of you stand beside each other, He towers over you, but his intention isn't to intimidate you. The instinct is your strong suit and your weakest point.
You can feel the leather wipe away at your excessive makeup, from your cheek to your platysma his hand travels with a heavy heart on its sleeve.
If King was anyone other than King, you would have slapped it away.
If only he didn't share traits you are so familiar with.
If only you didn't share traits he is so familiar with.
You can feel the cosmetics dragging and staining his gloves, wiping away half of your disguise easily, thanks to the heat, he keeps a note of your half-disguised face with calculating... Wide eyes. The other half of your face, one that stayed untouched, must be melting.
It's the shaky puffs of air released from his mask that gives him away, the sudden rise in temperature in an already hot room, it must almost be 40°C, yet he does not budge.
Is he relieved...? Enthusiastic much...?
Not a word is said when he takes his arm away, now covered in white. You can see the way the pupils shake, you are sure he can see yours too, the furrowed brows and slightly parted lips of yours must be a giveaway.
The wings.
The eternal inferno.
A laugh escapes in the room-turned-oven, a nervous laugh of a feminine voice. You must be in shock to have fallen so low. Not even trying are you?
In a world that ought to hunt your kind down, to exterminate the past, the world that succeeded in destroying your kind, you don't feel alone. Or... You will no longer.
In the fervor, the mask comes off, leaving his sweat-covered face uncovered for you to see.
(``What tells that you are the only survivor?`` King used to ask himself back in his younger years before he made it clear how erroneous that question was, not to mention unlikely. It a proof of his childish innocence and the improvement. If more of his kind existed, they would be in the hands of the Government, doing god knows what to them. It always made the locked space of memories in his subconscious bubble up and boil over in quiet rages and liquor-companied nights. As he looks at your somewhat clean face, he is comforted by the pitiless thought that, by some luck, someone else managed to survive the hell he also went through. He wishes he could feel at ease, but he has to be sure. He has to eliminate every doubt in his mind.)
It's not out of intimacy and lust that he asks an inappropriate question to your calmed self about stripping. The surprised look in your eyes indicates a misunderstanding of his intentions. It's only mutual trust that guides him to do what he does next. Slowly but surely, he tries to pull his mask off, letting the tight piece tug at his scalp as he sets his hair free. Only when the temperature doesn't change, even when his skin feels the air, does he let the fire return to its original size.
King The Wildfire, only looks down at your complicated emotions. Even if he does not remember the company of his people, he would truly be a fool not to recognize his own biology. Though he doesn't hold onto hope, suspicion still lingers in his red eyes. It differs from your beaming laugh full of shallow happiness, representing more of a nervous tick than anything. It's been so long since he has heard a laugh not accompanied by sadistic undertones—exploiter gifters who dared to approach him—and the liquor Kaido keeps so close during his episodes.
``... I apologize for the heat."
You smile with somewhat shocked eyes looking up at him. ``...You know, it's been a while since I've felt the excitement of my kind.`` a nervous sigh you let out lead the conversation.
`` you don't have to apologize.``
``Yes... I-`` He has forgotten many unique reflexes with time. For this instance, it doesn't pains him. Every day he forgets what distinguishes the instincts of Lunarians, for he feels less of his kind.
He counts it as a sin, a shameful part of adulting, a side effect of having to live among the likes of Kaido's men, therefore his choice.
You acknowledge his position with his back turned to the door, sitting down cross-legged as he mentions for you to do the same. You obey, his wings hovering over you and hiding your figure from the outside world.
He asks once more to turn your back to him. You try to find any joke to fit in the thick air of nervous glances, but you find none. The unconscious mutual loyalty the both of you have towards one another is born by the shared traits, of family. Of shared pain.
You take the Obi belt in your hands and off of your waist.
He has many questions he cannot get out of his mouth, but for now, he keeps quiet. He is sure you have no intention of reliving the hell on earth that is the past.
You turn your back to a beast with the pattern of a face on its back.
As you take the black fabric of your kimono off, layer by layer the cold bites at your wet body, and the salty smell lets out into the heated air, though none of you care for the odor. You drop the kimono just below your belly button and let the relief that comes with letting your wings flex and take hold.
With a fast-beating heart, King watches.
It's in a haze that he reaches out to your back, his fingers connecting to the shoulders where the wings come from, sending a shiver down your sweat-covered spine, they're smaller he thinks, more fragile than him, though there is no difference in the power of flame and healing when it comes to genders. She could make them bigger when required. They aren't fragile, they are as powerful as his, but the size difference makes it easy to tickle his instincts, long forgotten and left in the past, starving for attention. His hands run over your coracoid, trying to find the place where the feathers meet the skin, attempting to find the evidence that you are real.
He barely hears your name, caught in the view of the wings turning from black to dark blue at different angles. Though he doesn't answer, he has already shown you enough of himself, it is no longer essential. King will do just fine.
The wings are erogenous, however, even if you shiver under the sensitive touches, no lust taints the special moment between the survivors.
``(Y/N).`` you spell out your name.
By instinct, his fire becomes ablaze when his hand sneaks up your humerus, lingering touches ruffling your feathers as the fire licks at your ungroomed wing. It lights the reflective white strands of hair that escaped from Geiko Shimada. The warmth on your back is comforting to the point where you lean your wings into it. Finally, you light the eternal flame, his hand engulfed in your flames goes undamaged. It extracts and attracts the fire from his hand into the center of your spine, causing the fire to grow and spread onto your wing feathers.
Looking back you're met with what you would call, a confused face of King whose features have been caught in the yellow glow of a fire that you are able to control.
King only stares at your almost nude form with a wrinkle of thought between his eyebrows.
( Guard )
In the way King shelters you, with him beside you and you hidden in the massive wing as he walks into his chambers, you would be wrong if you said you aren't anxious. Happy but skeptical. You doubt he'll hurt you, but the mask locking away his facial structures works as an intimidation factor.
The click of a lock on his door is the only sound that disturbs the silence. Now you are in his territory, his nest.
``King?`` you turn around to look at him.
``Where did you come from.`` It's scary how quickly and unnoticeably he changes his mood. But it is probably because the enthusiasm has passed and questions have started to surface, what you thought to be a nice welcome, turns into icy bars locking you out of your getaway, just like earlier. His red eyes leave a permanent mark on your (E/C) ones.
Where did you come from. that's not a question. Questions don't make you feel as if the warmth has left your body and sent shivers down your spine. They don't drag you down the lone caves and lock up your respiratory system.
Questions aren't meant to stop time. But the way both of you aren't moving, they might as well.
You have to be careful with every word and syllable you mutter. ``I've come fro-``
``How are you alive.``
``I-``
You barely have time to finish your answers before he's asking another one, slowly he steps toward you. In the dark, his leather shines, but as you take another step back you cannot help but glance at his wings. How the moonlight seems to bend with each curve of his feathers, sinking into the crevices and lightening them up in a blue hue, similar to you, but unlike the yellow glow, King's replaced by the white. You can't help but be deprived.
There is only one sentence that is louder than the rumble coming from within him. The declaration you acknowledge within all the noise clogging your ears.
You don't feel the suffocation of this situation, nor do you hear King's voice anymore. The pressure (Despite the windows being open) comes from the claustrophobic chamber. Your wings stay close to your back. The masked face looks down on your kimono, his pupils have seemed to freeze on your form, and the angry aura that he emits is all but a facade of defense. His jaw is moving but all you can hear is a rumble that pours out deep from his chest, it's incredibly loud yet deaf to the ears of normal humans, the volume that should shake walls only quiver your brain.
The moonlight seems to cage you in, showing your footsteps to a starved predator, it's the devil's eye that replaces the moon, with red pupils that stare you down. He overshadows your form, sending warnings throughout your system-
The possessiveness only sends shivers down your spine.
(Fight or flight?)
From somewhere far away, a boy with a straw hat on his face lifts his head from where it's laying in a hammock, letting the yellow straws that are incapable of being split slowly drop onto his bandaged chest. The rough feel of the same material wraps around his forehead trapping a few black strands of hair with it.
He grumbles, the ache in his limbs starting to become much more obvious, with half-lidded eyes Luffy looks up from the opening of the hammock, letting his head peek over at the sleeping skeleton currently knocked out in the same way Luffy was supposed to be.
Something's happening.
He is sure of it, but with grogginess biting away his consciousness, he has no energy left to chase after that feeling, he turns his stiff body the other way, peeking from the left he comes face to face with the man who is a family member in all but blood, who he got back just a few hours ago.
He smiles and lies back down, from the position he is in, a window the size of his head stays open, it shows the moon and the stars twinkling their way into existence.
He wonders what others must be up to, are they watching the moon with him? Basking in its glow like a tiger?
He hates that he has to keep them waiting, but it was necessary.
Soon.
...Soon he'll be there.
Wait for him... A little more!-
( Domain )
There's something cataclysmic lurking in the walls of his chambers, causing your ears to bleed. The shackles rattle loudly next to your helix as you scratch at your ear, only making the headache worse. The heavy pull of sea stone brings down your mood. Rough exterior already leaving its mark on your hands
The mirror rests across the bed, compelling the disheveled mess of yourself to face the view. Hair strands fall on the sides of your face, greasy with gel, and your face—oh God, your face—appears smudged, as if the color is melting away. The swollen eyes that signal a newly awakened person squint to see your reflection.
The clothes are still on your body despite being passed out on the enormous bed of a murderer, a killer, and a tyrant's sidekick last night. Another ridiculous error to add to the imaginary board.
Back when King unleashed the color of the Supreme King on your cornered self you didn't dare fight back, and the shackles were here in the form of consequence to your conclusion.
The room was dark, with the only source of light being the window next to the mirror. The bars on the outside really make you feel at home. The decor set a scene suggesting no man had ever lived there. Occasional scratches marked the floor, and the specially modified bed, along with what you could only guess was a closet, were all tailored to fit his taste. Gothic undertones and a taste reminiscent of some old king's private quarters defined his preferences. You could barely discern the detailing on the bed and the strangely designed closet colored in black and gold. The dominating dark blue swallowed any light that entered the room, and there was a door to your left, likely leading to the bathroom.
The quiet morning was disturbed by the entrance of King, he stands in front of the same door you remember entering last night.
You feel quite disgusted.
``I didn't expect you to be awake.`` For a moment before you passed out, you didn't either.
The uneasy eyes meet kings' as time stills. Dragging out the undesirable connection. It only serves to tug your heart down to your gut. The happy moment, the relief and sorrow for the past nothing but a distant memory in the dark shadows of a realm not your own.
He moves closer to your bed, hands dropping what seems to be extra clothes near your feet. The man doesn't flinch as you push your legs closer to your torso and away from him. The rejection is disregarded.
``You should change.`` Carefully you nod your head.
``The bathroom is over there.``His stern voice shakes the weak walls of your mind as he turns his back on you before walking over to the entrance.
You can't help but let out a shaky breath as the door is locked and you're left alone with thoughts you can not connect no matter how hard you try, it only serves to make tremors run up your spine and into your fingertips, it's a dread invading a carefully maintained flesh you tried to protect with the hands of a child once. The deep noise your restraints produce was nothing but a ghost of your past just a couple of days ago. The weight on your wrists burns. The crackle is deafening and bone-shaking. There's no one else to hear you.
``... I need...`` Time to think, to process. Your lips shiver.
The soft white walls are nothing but an illusion. You wonder if the blue-colored room of a beast is a delusion.
The eyes and the goggles flash before you, white coats accompanied by bloodlust run over your thoughts.
Breathe.
You push your knees off of the bed, sweat traveling down your face, the cold is in no way a comfort.
The warm water is what tempts you to tread the wooden floor.
( Lone Wolf )
The water is hot against your skin as the shower head lets the boiling droplets escape freely from the metal, and steam coats the world in the lightest tints. King brings the ache you've long forgotten existed ever since the smile of a boy with the straw hat lit your life full of shadow. You wish you could be happy in the burning downpour, you deserve it, however, the inferno on your back heals the drawbacks, leaving no trace of your accomplishments which took more than a couple of burns to earn.
And you wonder what have you done to earn this.
The happiness of no longer carrying the guilt was relieving, even if it lasted for a couple of minutes.
As a little lady you would wish for a knight to come and take you away to the land of dreams, make the walls just a bit more colorful and alive in the world that burns dreams. The warm hands would he have, the soft look and the shine in his eyes, the wings on his back, and the fire that would put the sun to shame with its flames. The honey on his lips and the daisies in your hair.
The desires were harmless, they gave you hope, something a human would have.
(You can still taste the metal. You can feel the debris fall and you hear their landing making the ground of pure white shake.
Your instincts would only let you run. Would only make you avoid the black broken bricks covered in glitter. Shining green from the light and smoke.
You have no idea what exploded. You won't want to know.
That night, the girl left that place and its guards to be doomed into oblivion.
That night, a knight was left without his princess.)
The sizzling sound you feel is draining you of the energy you might need, it's a waste yet the fire on your back regenerates the lost skin again, again and again. Until you give in and stop the shower, only for the shackles to be felt around your hands. Your wings are open, fully on display.
Sensing the burns in your bones, you wonder what would have happened if you were more close to the explosion of the past, wonder if it would have been better as the water droplets fall from your wet face.
It's fairer than facing the reality that complicates the fragile string of truths once again.
Hands clenched into fists and fire growing ever hotter on your back, you wonder if you are patient enough for this, no longer does a little girl await for saving. She doesn't need to anymore. Someone else might.
It brings up a question. Can you be the light needed for one's darkest times?
You walk out of the shower with a hot back and bloody palms, the fire burns brightly above the feathers. You can only hope to fuel it forever. You keep the wings close, your captor closer.
No longer will you be truly alone.
( Purity )
If there's one thing you've learned as a child, it's that they aim for the stars, with no plan in mind and ambition in their belly, only a brave few truly make it into the sky and those who could not are left with clipped wings and broken dreams. Fragile to the point they crash onto the soil and shatter, never to be put together again.
It makes you proud that your captain never crashed down, that his wings were never clipped, you're sure that the thoughtlessness was enough to boost him to reach beyond the stars.
Before, you wondered if you were able to grab onto the lights that looked down on you during the night. Now you live to see it come true.
However, where you succeeded some failed.
And so King came crashing down with the one who put his wings back together, feather by feather, vigorous and more dreadful than ever.
He split the skies until it cried.
You refuse to allow him to recite Kaidou's doing to you. Day after day in the dark and cold chamber, your fire brightens the dark and continuously burns on your back, never once diminishing.
Nobody is allowed that pleasure.
( Prison )
Getting used to a closed environment comes naturally, as much as you hate to admit it. The dim walls are a new addition to your view, which is no longer full of white coats and a bright enclosure. The heavy shackles are much harder to familiarize with.
In a cold chamber time moves fast.
Your only interaction with the outside world is King, dark and broody, full of confidence and gentleness, he treats you as if you're fragility itself. You won't beg for a way out, you never did, humiliation over naught is an intense feeling to swallow. He's careful with his words, careful in the way he acts and reconnects with his instincts right by your side.
Day after day his visits keep a consistent schedule, with two plates of food and loneliness in his belly he strives to spend breakfast, lunch, and dinner together with you, speaking only a few words of insight. There's fire on your back yet, it does nothing to protect you from the coldness he brings. Wings stay close to your back, never truly opening in the cage. The words he says don't carry the weight of a man born for death.
One wants to lower your walls while shackling you with his, to the point that the invisible distance strains you, he is full of drought and he craves to end the famine.
Time passes and the longer you ignore the elephant in the room, the heavier its weight on your shoulders grows. You destruct yourself for a question you're not ready to hear the answer to. The pressure leads to an opening to form.
It's said in an outlandish way, heart swelling with numbness and hate tingling your fingers. Your eyes stare onward, beyond the figure meeting them.
``What are you achieving?`` Why have you caged me? Weren't you in my position once upon a time?
It stops him dead in the tracks. His eyes don't widen yet his mouth does in a way that seems robotic. The air stills, only the noise of crackling fire could be heard, heavy and rich with the enigma the man was created to be.
Why did you choose kaidou?
You want to ask.
``...Nothing. I achieve nothing.`` you ignore the strict undertone and drink the tea he brought not too long ago. It conceals the wary gulp.
``I would never have taken you for a liar.`` An intense sound is created as he slices the distance between you two with his flight, black wings ajar. a sharp feather rests near your throat. You have to be attentive. Careful to not snap the thick rope that holds his pieces together.
Blood seeps out of the cut.
``Why do you wish for death?``
``You could have murdered me the night we met.`` It's too late for your soul to perish. His reasoning for keeping you alive is clear to you.
His hand, clenching the root of a dangerously pointed feather shakes with the conflicted emotion.
Your back lights and the cut is healed.
He cannot do it, not to his kind. With a quiet grunt, King backs off to leave the chamber, his feather crumbled and abandoned on the cold wood.
Every night is spent alone on a bed made for your kind, it's just that this night feels full of plain dismay and sorrow.
The past does not visit tonight.
( The Other Side )
Your words penetrate him, though he doesn't indicate. The conversation is buried in the depths of ash, fire blooms inside of him, it rages and burns, and wherever he steps the smoke trails after him.
``Haven't you walked the same path?``
His subordinates are seated around a large table, smiles and crevices on their face.
``Do you not know darkness?``
He does. He is intimate with it.
``The hopelessness of being someones plaything?``
He can feel the heat of the past catching up to him, engulfing him in the ball of flame and strapping him on a table. He knows how it feels to be burned to oblivion, the only peace he has known. Words of madness leave his lips, everyone, including himself knows that it's empty threats, for he stands on the other side of the glass. Nothing but a guinea pig
``I know that you know it too. We walked the same path.``
He would have grabbed anyone's hand if only they reached out. It just so happened that he grabbed someone who could change the world, for the better or for worse.
He looks at the barren wasteland of Onigashima.
Was it truly a choice when your options were between freedom and its absence?
He finds that time flies swiftly when sailing. It halts when on the land.
(He has never belonged to either.)
``Why do you recite history?``
He comes to a conclusion, one of selfishness and fear. Clenched fist heats up, he does not pay attention to the rising temperature.
He craves his kind. The hopelessness is the reason he captured you.
His teeth grind against one another. He isn't on the level of humans, his superior biology won't let him stoop that low, but he finds that mentally, he and them are cut from the same cloth. Other's consequences directed him to repeat what he feared.
The thought has long since passed.
King finds it hard to care about them.
But you are entirely foreign. He can taste the smoke of Punk Hazard.
You try again and again. Lightly scratching at the metaphorical walls of him until your hands grab his heart softly, ripping the veins and staining your hands with his blood.
Your mouth only forages for the food King fetches. He wonders about you and the possibilities of it all until the voice he has gotten used to brings him back to earth, you do nothing to cushion his fall, only stalling his drop with words he feels entirely uncomfortable to understand. For the reason that he had no one to share it with.
``There's a saying about them`` You say, looking oblivious with the plate resting on your knees, mouth cooling down the food.
``A man is wolf to man.`` He gets it, King is sure he will hear your voice saying it whenever the existence of The Celestials get brought up.
``I'm glad you aren't one.``
For a moment King thinks about the blood he spilled, the curses his shoulders withstand and the beginning of it all, the things he has seen himself do, and replies.
``I could say the same.``
You can see his face, swatted with shadows even without the mask, crack, and the hidden comfort dawns on his face.
The soup in your hands is warm like the sunlight, the mask he gripped whenever entering the room rests on the bed, no longer present in his claws.
A path reveals itself to the two of you.
(There's a flower that blooms only in cold surroundings, It feeds from the ground and awaits the warmth of the sun, from the grey clouds and falling snow, the light peeks through.)
( No Regrets )
Through the window, you can smell the madness in the air, it's evident in the way King comes in while the walls around you shake with the rhythms of Queen's performance.
Your heart follows along with the melody without your consent. After all, there is not much to do with the man that you have come to accept. The walls are nothing against the booming voice of a man too loud and apathetic. But within the confines of the castle, the tense atmosphere can be felt with the help of King. Every step he takes and grunt that follows brings forth his thoughts and instincts, there's something in the air. Teetering on the edges of your mind.
The Lunarian gets closer to you, finally reaching down to your level. For minutes he stares at you, taking in your features as if you'd disappear. The leather flexes as his left-hand holds your wrist.
The red eyes don't move away. Neither do yours.
The metal spikes on his mask gleam. His eyes tell a story as his head drops down, gloved fingers sliding over the rough material of your cuffs.
Time is ticking, and you are waiting for him to succumb to temptation and finally make a move for both's sake.
King's face tilts up with a heavy sigh in tow to look at you, only for a soft smile to greet him. The cuffs are warm around your skin and cold to the room.
After all, the sun speaks of your captain's arrival.
It doesn't take many days for King to return with the key in between his fingers and no fire on his back. Your smile greets his eyes, and the knowing grin settles on your dark skin, yet the maliciousness is nowhere to be found between your lips.
Ever since his release, King has never felt at peace, perhaps he can only close the distance.
(A glimpse of sunlight was all the flower needed to rise from the frozen land.)
The heavy cuffs harshly meet the floor.
( Reunion )
The smoke is filling your lungs, the familiarity making your heart clench and bring forth a cough. The walls are stained with blood, but you don't dwell on it. Instead, you let the sounds of battle lead your wings; feeling the air make way for you is a sensation missed. The chunks of limbs and lifeless bodies are nothing but a blur in your vision. The battle has long begun, and your release from the King's chamber is far too late.
A cunning smile flashes in your mind, long black hair, and rosy cheeks decorate the memory.
``Better late than never.`` Her composed voice would say, accompanied by her icy and all-knowing stare.
Suddenly, a blue light shines through the castle wall ahead, accompanied by the noise of a gigantic object impacting from the other side. With a single flap of your wings, you pick up speed, aiming to breach the barrier. Your tough feathers shield your body as you slam into and shatter the wall's material. Unscathed, your eyes adjust to the bright figure standing on your left, emanating a stunning light that brings life to its surroundings, leaving your eyes wide. You notice a trail of smoke to your right.
You get a better look at him as the surroundings clear up.
``S-Sanji?!`` You feel quite happy to know that his issue has been resolved, judging from the way his face brightens and stands on the ground of Wano's borders. Although he always lights up near the opposite sex.
``(Y/N)-Chan?!`` His matted blond hair is a detail you only notice with the advanced eyesight your kind seems to possess. The bloody lip and his bruised forehead made him quite a sight. Although the swelling is nowhere to be seen.
You can try to make the words of delight resurface in your mouth, it's always nice to let others know of your feelings, though sometimes it sure gets hard to pull them out from the bottom of your heart.
``I'm glad to see you here!`` it lets the burden on your shoulders lighten.
Sanji responds the way you except him to.
``(Y/N)-Chwaaan!!~♡ It's been so long since I last saw you!`` No longer able to contain the love in his body, the hearts burst from his very soul. Happiness fuels his wiggly movements. ``Oh, how I missed you!~``
A large smile stretches your lips, dry as a desert. ``It's nice to have you back!-``
You could have said more, but the time has already run out.
There's water leaking from the floor above, a loud shriek is heard and your back is met with a cold, menacing look from who seems to be Sanji's opponent.
The reflexes kick in, sinking into your veins, moving you out of the threat of a mechanism falling on top of you.
You'r gaze falls on the Beast. His eyes meet yours.
There's a glimmer of familiarity in his eye.
``Out of the way!`` Sanji's yell warns before the foe swings his oversized arms once more.
The amount of force needed for your wings to fly backward is more than necessary, though the opponent's swings seem to be getting swift at every dodge, the heat produced on your back strengthens your arms and then fists, and you look for an opening to get one hit in, but for a second you can see the furious blue eyes tell you his whole story, the desperation of a man becoming more clear to recognize...
You decide that this is not your battle... The heat is diminished.
( A Change )
The short encounter with the cook was not for naught, his instructions led you directed to a stadium full of warriors ready to risk their lives for a nation that has only its history to live for.
Within enemies, there are familiar faces mixed in, who are also fighting alongside you. With Kaido fighting Luffy and Sanji taking on Queen, it's only logical to assume that the first mate would go for the top of the food chain.
There's so much to do, yet the responsibility does not intimidate your kind.
You're left to protect the survivors of a war already won.
The aftermath was nothing more than a reunion for your crew.
( Hello )
The victory comes and brings midnight with it, cheers and smiles bloom on the warriors' faces as you breathe heavily, and everyone starts to tend to their wounds, burns and deep slashes are nothing compared to what they've achieved. Pirate crews are no exception, they rest and gain the energy they'll need for the morning, until then it seems that you're the only one with stamina left.
The fire on your back grows small until it vanishes completely.
Of course, after Kiado's defeat, warriors took advantage of the weakened Beast Pirates and imprisoned those who could still stand, albeit their dreams were and still are drowning in pieces far too small to see or collect. It's evident that they hold no hope for the future.
But there's a link connecting you to one of them.
You walk near the exit door, watching as men talk among each other and discuss their next step, whatever that may be. Your semblance to that man does not get mentioned by anyone after all, they have not seen his face, but the single glance from Zoro as he stayed awake for 5 seconds is enough for you to tense up, you wonder when it will be brought up. Zoro might have fallen asleep but your heart stayed heavy next to him.
It's a dangerous idea you have, suspicious even, though they must understand, Luffy's intelligence, Nami's smile, Robins's knowledge, Usopp's understanding nature, Chopper's innocent outlook, Franky's family ties, Brook's dedication, Sanji's acceptance, and Zoro's strict attitude. If a word got out, you'd have to face your friends, have to rip a bandaid off of an old wound and hold in a cry. You just have to wonder when?
Yet you still head towards the Udon Prison, consequences last in your mind, the night sky looks down upon you, the stars begging you to go back, however the dark clouds hide them away.
The night air feels nice on your skin, even as you stand above the walls keeping in the Beasts. You can tell that no one is awake, exhaustion haunts the air as you leap down on the dry ground. Mad Scientist Queen is lying face down, covered in bandages that soil the dirt underneath him red, you're glad that his snores are loud enough to hide your wings' shuffling.
The sudden chill runs up your spine and alerts your senses, face tilting sideways, you look at a disheveled man standing over you from behind.
``Hello again, King.`` He thinks of your eyes and how beautiful they look under the moonlight. Your beauty would put Luna to shame.
Your greeting is dismissed.
``Why are you here?`` His dry mouth can barely open to question you.
``To see you of course.`` This time he keeps his mouth shut. Yet his eyes observe your appearance, the dirt, and blood that soaks your Kimono.
To see him after a loss, in a state such as this is a crime that would be punished by death. You're the only exception to the rule that didn't exist yesterday.
``Let's take a seat.`` He hasn't even noticed you move into the center of the prison, too busy trying to keep all the blood inside his body to not flat-line. The bandages are not doing much, and the fire he used in his battle has extinguished itself. All his strength was used up and you wish to see him in this state? There are no words left for him to speak, so he takes the seat next to you. His knee touches yours, the intimacy is foreign.
``This calls for a celebration, don't you think? I grabbed us some booze.``
The liquor bottle nudges him and he takes it with no complaints. The reasoning for others' celebration is obvious, dethroning an emperor is a big feat for anybody.
``After all, a God has awakened.`` King knows.
His eyelids are closed yet he can see the vague silhouette of JoyBoy, the godly form only brings bitterness to his tongue, so he tries to drown it with the smoky taste of beer, which accomplishes little.
``I was mistaken.`` with Kaidou. Regret fills him.
He isn't angry at his loss as much as he is irritated.
``You were.`` The moonlight shines down on both of you. The silence is deafening, nothing but your heartbeats are heard.
``I was saved by that man.`` His head looks up at you, and each of his limbs freezes at the implication. The misery and hopelessness engulf the surroundings. He thinks about nothing except the straw hat with a red ribbon.
``I see... So you're apart of his family?``
``I am.`` the soft look in your eyes makes him envy you.
``...Are you happy?`` He doesn't know what he will do if you respond negatively. King already imprisoned you, took your independence, and chained you to him, yet you didn't burn out, How will he treat you?
``I am, were you not?`` with Kaidou? He doesn't have a straight answer, so he only responds with silence. This was a question he thinks you know the answer to.
It isn't until your hand grabs his cheeks that he opens his eyes in surprise, also realizing he closed them.
``What is that look?`` The strict tone in your voice is nostalgic. He tries to direct the conversation elsewhere, however his mind is flooded with the feeling of your warm hand on his face.
``The marines will come.``
``They'll come for you too, you know.`` You respond with the warning, the Navy isn't known for mercy after all, they'll go after the cause too.
``I don't want that... I don't... I don't want to be alone.`` You add, sheepish of your request, is it too much to ask? You have friends who you consider as family, but King is... Different.
King also does not want to be the sole survivor of his race, he has carried that burden for long enough and now that he had a taste of his people, he wishes to not go back.
``You won't be.`` It's the only promise he'll keep, for your sake and his.
For this, he will have to leave the prison.
``Stay alive for me.`` You beg and he complies.
It all starts with your wing enveloping his form, the soft heat from your contact, and the gentle touch of your fingers over his cheek.
( See You Later )
It ends with a promise and an escape into the night.
With you in the company of your friends on the Thousand Sunny.
And with him on top of a waterfall, watching with curious and intrigued eyes as he holds the leftover newspaper, the ship descends down the mountain and leaps into the ocean next to the koi fish.
He finds your smile now meters away, he gazes with a newfound meaning to his life.
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ruanais · 1 year ago
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OMFG I THINJ I DELETED UR ASK NONNIE ‘M SO SRRY SO ILL JUST DO A QUICK RUN THRU
silver + tachihara | reverie + fyozai | mai + dazai | niki + chuuya | shannon + fukuzawa | red + dazai | elizia + kento | angel + elysia | kein + navia | kiyo + kafka | riri + yuuji | emi + scara | jay + sigma | chiyo + satosugu | cia + kuni | cella + yuta / satoru | kat + satoru | muse + fyodor | flora + toji | serenitiy + kabuki | kady + blade | lana + dazai | angie + beastzai | reid + atsushi | mei + mysterious f/o ! | ichika + dazai | chloe + reo | manu + ayato | aya + kazuha
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gamercats-fight · 11 months ago
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Welcome everyone to the Gamer Cats Tournament!!!
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Under the cut is a list of all the participants in alphabetical order!
I will come up with the bracket hopefully in a couple of days, and I'm aiming for the voting to start AT THE LATEST on Feb. 4th, but I'll keep you all posted!!
#'s
707's Robot cat from Mystic Messenger
A's
Alexander the Great from Identity V
Ankha from Animal Crossing
Ann's cat from Identity V
Ashes from Fallout 4
Astrid from Spiritfarer
B's
Big the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog
Blaze the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog
Bloodfang Sabertooth from Far Cry Primal
Bob from Animal Crossing
Bongo from Life is Strange
C's
Cait Sith from Final Fantasy VII
Castle Town cats from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Cheka Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland
Cheshire Cat from Alice: Madness Returns
Chilly from Soul Knight
Cisco from Gotham Knights
Coco from Cattails: Wildwood Story
D's
Daffodil from Spiritfarer
E's
Ebony from Marve's Midnight Suns
Eevee from Pokemon
Elizabeth the 3rd from Mystic Messenger
Espurr from Pokemon
Eve from Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Evil the Cat from Earthworm Jim
F's
Frou-Frou from Scarlet Hollow
Fat Cat from Final Fantasy XIV
G's
Giovanni from Spiritfarer
Giovanni's Persian from Pokemon
Gizmo from Sally Face
Goomba Cat from Super Mario 3D World
Gouto-Douji from Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. The Soulless Army
Grim from Disney Twisted-Wonderland
H's
His Majesty from Baldur's Gate 3
Hunter Slime from Slime Rancher
J's
Jean from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod
Jibanyan from Yo-kai Watch
Jorts from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod
Judd from Splatoon
Judge from Off
K's
Kabegami from Ōkami
Keats from Professor Layton and the Last Specter
Kiki from Animal Crossing
King Tom from Ni no Kuni
King from Tekken
KITR from ULTRAKILL
Kitties! from Rhythm Heaven Megamix
Kittyball from Chuzzle 2
Krampy from Cattails: Wildwood Story
L's
Léon from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All
Leona Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland
Leopard from Shadow of the Tomb Raider
Lucius from Disney Twisted-Wonderland
Lumi from Cats are Liquid
M's
Mae Borowski from Night in the Woods
M'aiq the Liar from The Elder Scrolls III
Meowth from Pokemon
MEWO from OMORI
Minecraft cats from Minecraft
Mitzi from Overwatch
Momo from Love Nikki
Morgana from Persona 5
Mr. Mew from The World Ends with You
Mr. Midnight from Fran Bow
Mr. Whiskers from Identity V
Ms. Fortune from Skullgirls
N's
Neko from Genshin Impact
Nintendogs + Cats's cats from Nintendogs + Cats
Nyan Cat from Nyan Cat: Lost in Space
O's
Orchynx from Pokemon: Uranium
P's
Pepi from The Arcana
Pete from Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth
Pixel from Scarlet Hollow
Pocket from Boyfriend Dungeon
R's
Raymond from Animal Crossing
[REDACTED] from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective
Remlits from The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword
Rover from Animal Crossing
S's
Saber-toothed Tiger from Sacred 2: Fallen Angel
Stardew Valley cats from Stardew Valley
Shoe from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All
Simba from The Lion King (video game)
Sims Urbz cat from The Urbz: Sims in the City
Slip from Cattails: Wildwood Story
Spider-Man/Bodega Cat from Marvel's Spider-Man 2
Spring from Lies of P
Steelclaw from Baldur's Gate 3
Stray cat from Stray
Super Mario 3D cats from Super Mario 3D World's + Bowser's Fury
Sushi Cat from Sushi Cat
T's
Tabby Bee from Bee Swarm Simulator ROBLOX
Tabby Slime from Slime Rancher
Talking Tom from My Talking Tom
Tally from American Acardia
Tango from Mega Man V
Tara from Baldur's Gate 3
Temmie from Undertale
The Beast from Slay the Princess
The Empress from A Hat in Time - Nyakuza Metro
The Star from The Arcana
The Tiger from Dr. Langeskov, The Tiger, and The Terribly Cursed Emerald: A Whirlwind Heist
Tiger from Tomb Raider 2
Toro Inoue from Doko Demo Issyo
V's
Vivi from Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! feat. Hatsune Miku
W's
Wagahai from The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures
Y's
Yuumi from League of Legends
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sti11ray · 4 months ago
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⭐️Names: Yura ; Ray ; Matcha ; Ash ; Collector ; Sam ; May ; StillRay ; Kay ; Jay..:
⭐️Pronouns: he/they..:
⭐️16 y.o.
⏰: GMT +4..:
🎂: 01.01
⭐️Labels: unlabled ; demiaroace..:
⭐️English is not my native language, I use a translator. :[[
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⭐️Main fandoms: Wonder over yonder ; Houseki no kuni ; Edna and Harvey ; Minecraft(not mcyt) ; Banana fish ; The Lorax; Knock-Knock-Knock ; Jojo ; Disvennture Camp ; Total Drama..:
⭐️Romantic f/o: Jake(Disventure Camp); Zee (Total Drama); Baizhu (Genshin Impact); Tori !not Tord! (Ellsworld/Eddsworld); Shine Muscat Cookie (Cookie Run); Affogato Cookie (Cookie Run)
⭐️All fandoms: Cookie run: Kingdom; Cookie run: Ovenbreak ; Danganronpa(not fan games), She-Ra; Katana Zero; La Passe Mirror; The Amazing Digital Circus; Needy streamer overload; Fren Bow; Steven Universe; Adventure Time; Madoka Magica; OSU; Genshin Impact; Honkai: Star Rail; Honkai Impact: 3rd; Zenlees Zone Zero; The Owl House; The Sims(4); Rapunzel..:
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⭐️DNI: homophobic ; transphobic ; xenophobic ; riders ; stalkers ; dottozhu fans ; racist ; sexist ; ableist ; antiselfshippers; selfshippers with my romantic f/o ; selfshippers with Dark Choco..:
⭐️Thin ice: tomjake fans, chazee fans..:
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⭐️Bluesky
⭐️Carrd
⭐️Disventure Camp selfsone(soon)
⭐️Disventure Camp oc(soon)
⭐️Total Drama selfsone(soon)
⭐️Total Drama oc(soon)
⭐️My selfshipps and oc x canon(soon)
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nerium-shipping · 5 months ago
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♡ F/Os by Series
Characters in bold are Fictional Favourite Persons and hold an extreme importance to myself or other system members
•Obey Me - Lucifer
•Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss - Lucifer Morningstar, Angel Dust, Alastor, Lilith (Situational), Stolas Ars Goetia
•Twisted Wonderland - Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Neige LeBlanche, Divus Crewel
•Black Butler - Sebastian Michaelis, Vincent Phantomhive, O!Ciel Phantomhive, Gregory Violet, Alois Trancy, Claude Faustus
•Genshin Impact - Venti, Scaramouche/Wanderer
•My Hero Academia - Hawks, Toshinori Yagi, Dabi, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki
•Disney - Hades
•Lore Olympus -Hades
•Toilet Bound Hanako-kun - Tsukasa Yugi, Amane Yugi/Hanako-kun
•Call of Duty - Simon "Ghost" Riley
•Durarara!! - Izaya Orihara
•Cult of the Lamb - The One Who Waits/Narinder
•Boyfriend to Death/The Price Of Flesh - Lawrence Oleander, Sano Kojima, Ren Hana/Fox
•Ao no Exorcist - Rin Okumura
•Tokyo Ghoul - Hideyoshi Nagachika, Kuki Urie, Haise Sasaki, Ken Kaneki, Shironeki, Kentipede
•I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - AM
•Heart No Kuni no Alice - Peter White
•Monogatari - Koiyomi Araragi
•Brothers Conflict - Tsubaki Asahina, Azusa Asahina
•Bungo Stray Dogs - Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Edogawa Ranpo, Chuuya Nakahara, Nikolai Gogol
•D. Gray-Man - Allen Walker, Yu Kanda, Nea/Thirteenth
•Danganronpa - Komaeda Nagito, Kokichi Ouma, Junko Enoshima, Toko Fukawa
•Demon Slayer - Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma
•Ensemble Stars - Mayoi Ayase
•Fruits Basket - Kyou Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma
•Fullmetal Alchemist - Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang
•Haikyuu!! - Hinata Shoyo, Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio
•Higurashi no Naku no Koro Ni - Rena Ryuugu
•Osomatsu-san - Ichimatsu, Todomatsu, Karamatsu
•Ouran High School Host Club - Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ohtori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin
•Persona 4 - Naoto Shirogane, Yu Narukami
•Persona 3 - Akihiko Sanada, Shinjiro Aragaki, Ken Amada, Aigis
•Persona 5 - Akira Kurusu, Futaba Sakura, Ann Takamaki, Haru Okumura, Yusuke Kitagawa
•Soul Eater - Death the Kid, Stein
•Spy x Family - Loid Forger, Yor Forger
•Sword Art Online - Kazuto Kirigaya, Asuna Yuuki
•The Case Study of Vanitas - Vanitas
•The Devil is a Part-Timer - Satan
•Mirai Nikki - Yuno Gasai, Amano Yukiteru, Akise Aru
•Tokyo Revengers - Kazutora Hanemiya, Manjiro Sano/Mikey, Ken Ryuguji/Draken, Chifuyu Matsuno
•xxxHolic - Kimihiro Watanuki
•Yuri!!! On Ice - Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Katsuki
•Angel's of Death - Danny Dickens
•Baldur's Gate - Astarion
•The Coffin of Andy and Leyley - Andrew Graves
•Final Fantasy VII - Cloud Strife
•Yugioh- Yugi Mutou, Atem, Yami Bakura
•Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko
•Blood + - Charles
•Borderlands - Handsome Jack
•Castlevania - Alucard, Dracula
•Deltora Quest - Lief
•Gangsta - Nicholas Brown
•Killing Stalking - Oh Sangwoo, Yoon Bum
•The Mortal Instruments- Jace, Sebastian Morgenstern, Simon Lovelace, Gem Carstairs, Will Herondale
•Aggretsuko - Haida, Retsuko
•Gravity Falls - Mason "Dipper" Pines, Bill Cipher, Alcor (Transcendence AU)
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selships · 1 year ago
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hello, i'm sel!
selenite / sel / michael ★ he/him or among/sus ★ 21 ★ plural
my f/o is Cairngorm / Welegato from the manga Houseki no Kuni (4/15/23)
@admiramethyst (interacts from) ★ @cairmgorn (sideblog)
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BYF
★ i am an adult (21)
★ my among/sus pronouns are genuine
★ i hc cairn as transfemme & transmasc (agender -> bigender) and plural
★ i hc ghost quartz as cairn's sibling / former headmate
★ i hc lapis as cairn's girlfriend (we share!)
★ i hc phos & aechmea as cairn's exes
DNI
★ pro/comship
★ cairngorm / welegato hate
i'm very much down for nuanced cairn takes but posting about how cairn was ruined / used to be so much better / etc. is gonna make me sad :(
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★ wife = cairngorm / welegato tag
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fo-love · 7 months ago
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"I eat anything" bf (ajax) and his two "if I eat anything I don't like I will Die." bfs (me and scara)
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kadunudtarkus · 7 months ago
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Kõrge kukekannus
Delphinium elatum L., Ranunculaceae Alpine delphinium, guardian lavender, candle larkspur
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Kõrge kukekannus on 80-200cm kõrgune mitmeaastame, meil aedades kultiveeritav ilutaim. 
Ravimina kasutatakse taime maapealset osa, mida korjatakse juunist augustini, õitsemise ajal.
Taim on mürgine.
Kirjeldus
Kõrge kukekannus on 80-200cm kõrgune mitmeaastame, meil aedades kultiveeritav ilutaim. 
Vars õõnes, paljas.
Lehed sõrmjalt jagunenud, 8-9cm pikad ja 15-16cm laiad.
Õied sinised, kannusega, pikkades kobarates. Nektaariume 4, kroonjad, neist 2 ülemist kannusega, alumised pügaldunud tipuga, valgeripsmelise pinnaga, mustjas-pruunid.
Vili - 1,5cm pikkune kukkur.
Õitseb juunist augustini. Kasvatatakse Eesti NSV-s kõikjalt, metsikult ei esine. Palju liht- ja täidisõielisi sorte.
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Eesti NSV-s kasvab peamiselt nisu- ja rukkipõldudel ning teede ääres umbrohuna sinakaslillade kannuseliste õitega 25-50cm kõrgune üheaastane umbrohi põld-varesjalg ehk põld-kukekannus - Consolida regalis S. F. Gray (Delphinium consolida L.)
Seda kasvatatakse ka ilutaimena ning loetakse heaks meetaimeks.
Ravim
Kõrge kukekannus kuulub mürgiste taimede hulka. Ravimite valmistamiseks kasutatakse taime maapealset osa - herba Delphini elati. 
Droog kogutakse õitsemise ajal. Varre ülemised osad lõigatakse ära ja kuivatatakse vilus või köetud ruumis.
Droog ei tohi sisaldada üle 14% niiskust, põletamisel ei tohi jätta üle 12% tuhka. Lehti ja õisi peab droogis olema vähemalt 40%.
Sisaldab kuni 1,3% alkaloide, peamiselt eldeliini ja elatiini. Alkaloidide sisaldus on väga varieeruv, sõltub kasvukohast ja taime arenemisastmest. Sellest tingituna on taimes leitud ka delfeliini, delatiini, lükotoniini ja metüüllükatoniini.
Droog tööstuse jaoks saadakse peamiselt Kesk-Aasiast. Elatiinile lähedaste preparaatide valmistamiseks kasutatakse ka teisi Kesk-Aasias kasvavaid liike, nagu D. confusum M. Pop., D. dictyocarpum DC., D. rolundifolium Afan.
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Ka põld-kukekannus on mürgine, sisaldades kõrge kukekannuse alkaloididele lähedasi alkaloide (delkosiin, delsoliin, konsolidiin, lükotoniin, antranoüüllükotoniin). 
Toimed
Ürdist toodetakse alkaloidi elatiini. Preparaat on müügil tablettidena. Elatiin on samasuguse toimega nagu kuraare. 
Kasutatakse lihaste toonuse vähendamiseks ja motoorse aktiivsuse pidurdamiseks, peamiselt haiguste puhul, millega kaasneb lihaste toonuse tõus.
Tarvitatakse ainult arsti ettekirjutusel.
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Põld-kukekannust meditsiinis praegu ei kasutata, aga varem (ning rahvameditsiinis mõnel maal veel praegugi) kasutati tema õisi - flores Calcatrippae - ja seemneid - semen Calcatrippae - sügeliste vastu ja täide hävitamiseks; taime näriti igemete paistetuse ja suukoopa haavandide ravimiseks.
On kasutatud ka uriinierituse soodustamiseks ja soole ussnugiliste tõrjeks.
Taime levi
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Allikad
Tammeorg, J., Kook, O. & Vilbaste, G. (1973). Eesti NSV Ravimtaimed. Tallinn: Valgus.
Eesti taimede levikuatlas 2020
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kittyandco · 2 years ago
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💕, 🌌, and 🎵 for the crush asks? 👀
hwhbwehbehf... thank you so much! uhhhhh. bunny brain. answering for elliot real quick (i need to add him to the actual crush list dhkdkjf)
💕 - what made you realize you have a crush on them?
i've read heart no kuni no alice for YEARS. i haven't kept up with it, but the first 6 volumes are immaculate, and i've reread them a couple times (currently doing another reread!). i used to have some of the newer series, but i wasn't as into them.
ANYWAY i've always liked elliot a lot! i like that he's so serious and uptight about stuff but secretly cute and sweet... it's charming 🥺
🌌 - what's the ideal way you'd tell them how you feel?
oh. um. i haven't thought of a s/i quite yet! i mean, i had one, because boris was a f/o of mine for a long time. one of my first, actually! however, this was way before i made s/is, plots, or anything resembling a story skdfmlkdf. i was just chillin in wonderland with him.
so this question would depend on a potential s/i, and idk if i wanna have her be an outsider like alice or a role-holder like the rest of the gang. the way i'd tell him would depend on her personality and backstory!
so basically a role-holder is someone who has a specific role that they play in wonderland's "game" (i.e. how it operates), and if they stray from that role, they're in BIG trouble. if a relationship between elliot and i isn't predetermined by our roles, then... that'd be rough!
in any case i hope he'd take it well 🥺 if i were an outsider, he'd already be beholden to liking me back because those are the rules of the game (and we'd have to contend with everyone else who might not like that). if i were a role-holder, things would be a bit more complicated...
BUT IDEALLY we'd have tea and cake and i'd tell him how much i like him and he'd be all like 😳😳😤🥴🤩🤩🐰🐰
🎵 - what is their voice like?
i actually don't know! 😚 i've never watched the anime (it's just 1 movie) or the musical. everything i know about elliot is through manga: purely visual & textual.
crush f/o asks
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pierswife · 2 years ago
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Everyone is talking about their F/O of the year and you'd think the answer is obvious for mine considering my blog theme on my old blog and this but uuuuuuuh...
It's not Kuni, I can tell you that--
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crehador · 2 years ago
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alphabet challenge 2023 round 1
since i have the worst memory, masterpost of my “watch one 1-cour anime per letter of the alphabet off my egregiously long planning list” challenge progress thus far (updated as i go along)
a - amatsuki (good nostalgic fun) b - blood lad (well this was. a show.) c - cyberpunk: edgerunners (good but wildly overrated) d - deadman wonderland (literally can’t remember anything but muscle cock) e - skipped f - skipped g - gugure! kokkuri-san (malewife propaganda we love to see it) h - houseki no kuni (incredible, best of the challenge so far) i - inuyashiki (really good) j - skipped k - kuzu no honkai (exhausting) l - skipped m - mondaiji-tachi ga isekai kara kuru sou desu yo? (nostalgic) n - nami no kittekure (ehhh) o - oda cinnamon nobunaga (ehhh, but at least suwabe was here) p - penguin highway (ehhh) q - skipped r - revenger (GOOD SHIT) s - senpai ga uzai kouhai no hanashi (cute enough) t - takt op.destiny (well at least it wasn’t listeners) u - umibe no étranger (pretty! but pretty sure the manga was better) v - vatican kiseki chousakan (who is the target demographic here?? catholic fujoshi???) w - skipped x - skipped y - skipped z - skipped
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