#friend or foe? [anonymous]

[automaton-otto]

Why do you keep fighting even when the whole world hates you?

( Thanks for the ask anonymous )

".......!"

....This was a question that a lot of people have asked him. He asked himself this every once in a while. He hated thinking about it but he knew that anyone who asked had a point. Why bother? Why fight to protect others when all it amounts to is just more pain?

In the end, no matter what he does. Everyone will continue to view him as a menace or a threat...or a monster. Why risk your life for something like that?

He sighs and proceeds to give the same answer that he tells everyone,

"If I won't do it...then who will?"

[anotherhumanpet]

*CRASH!*

MUSIC ANON, OPEN UP (man it's been a long minute)

Fish In A Birdcage, Rule #4

"My man! Welcome back! I missed you. I love you and I like this song."

[sheavoid]

anonymous asked:  Does Kai'sa have depression? Is she neuro spicy? Give us the Ted Talk.

My baby girl definitely is the definition of that one meme photo of Ben Affleck. Like can you imagine surviving a horrific accident that left your entire village and everyone in it gone where you ended up being the only survivor, listening to your friends and everyone else you knew succumbing to their injuries or dying due to starvation/thirst? That’s almost difficult to picture, but at the same time, that was Kai’sa’s reality. I imagined she stopped being a kid once she started having to fend for herself all the while having something foreign attached to her body that’s feeding off from her body—and still is. She’s been living alongside and fighting the Void longer than having a childhood she could now barely remember.

Society rejected her due to the fact she had been touched by the Void, seeing her only as a monster rather than the little girl who’d been protecting all those who fear her. She’s been alone and isolated for so long to the point where she had forgotten how to interact with others, often pushing them away first and giving them another reason to fear her whenever curiosity gets the best of those people; it is best to let them be afraid, after all, the Void isn’t merciful and this is a fight she thinks she alone can only fight.

People forget she was a little girl too once upon a time and she still gets sad too, but maybe, it’s best to let them forget. With each and passing day, she doesn’t experience the same type of human needs she once did. And that fact honestly terrifies her.

[empirelead-a]

anonymous asked:  All hail the mighty Kuvira! *bows*

“It’s not  ‘ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY KUVIRA’  it’s ‘all hail the Great Uniter’.”

[pontiffv]

im actually so glad u gave kak more weight like come on teenagers are not 69 lb 💀💀

lkjflkajsdflkj anon i hope you know when it says his weight is 69 it's in kg. which translates to 143 pounds.

[chervbs]

undying devotion — a. ancunin

pairings: astarion ancunin x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: you have a very limited time to free everyone, including duke ravenguard, from the iron throne. It seems easy enough until you realize you may not make it out before gortash destroys the entire prison, and you along with it. and with your new but thriving relationship with your vampiric companion, you have more to lose than just your life.

warnings: angst, mega angst, main character death, spoilers for act 3 (specifically the iron throne quest), mentions of c*zador, resurrection, hurt/comfort, happy ending, maybe ooc astarion because I’m still getting used to writing these characters, lmk if I missed any!

a/n: hello my angels! I hope you all enjoy this short little angsty piece I came up with for everyones favorite vampire. anonymous requested some angst for astarion and I immediately thought of this moment that happened in my first playthrough of the game where the only person I couldn't get out of the iron throne was my tav. it was a scary moment until I remembered what my man withers was there for. the characters in the game don't actually have a reaction to tav not making it out so I came up with this. any feed back is greatly appreciated! <3

ao3 link

Of all the battles fought between the crash of the Nautiloid ship and now, the Iron Throne is proving to be potentially the most perilous.

The plan had seemed simple when you all waited for the submersible to dock the underwater prison. Get in, free as many prisoners as possible, and get out. Of course the creatures guarding the prison would be an obstacle, but your party had defeated a plethora of foes before, how difficult could this mission be?

You all shared the sentiment, until the projection of Lord Enver Gortash had made an appearance.

“Aren’t you the intrepid little adventurer?” The man’s smug voice startled everyone aboard, shoulders growing tense and glares growing fierce. “Digging and diving where you don’t belong. And I thought we were friends.”

Astarion watched as you squared your shoulders, looking the projection right in the eyes. “Fuck you, Gortash.” The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement, but it didn’t last.

Gortash made it clear that if you continued on your quest, he would destroy the Iron Throne, and you all with it.

You had glanced back, communicating with Astarion, Halsin, and Karlach silently. Each of you wonder if this is worth the stakes. Worth all of the lives that could be lost if you failed. Then you looked at your captain, Redhammer the Deviser, and nodded for him to dock the ship.

“That was a mistake.” Gortash scowled. “When the corpses start to wash up on the shore, remember–you could have prevented all of this.”

There wasn’t much time after you docked to accomplish what you came for, so the four of you climbed the ladder with swiftness. The moment you stepped down, your tadpole began to wriggle as a familiar voice spoke to you.

“Halt. You must act with haste. Duke Ravenguard is held within these walls. He must be extracted.” It was unmistakably Omeluum, the mindflayer you’d made friends with in the Underdark.

You knew there was no time for questions. “Tell me what to do.”

“Duke Ravenguard is held in the security wing. Be careful, there are many hazards. This structure is collapsing. Act with speed, act with efficiency. Good luck.”

Swords, arrows and spells were used to get you all through the prison with haste. The Sahugin guards were inconvenient, but not the priority. You only attacked when they were in your way, and dodged them the rest of the time.

Astarion and Halsin were able to make it to Duke Ravenguard, freeing and healing him while also taking down the obstacles sent by Mizora. The security was the closest to the center of the ship and the two men made quick work of the guards still lingering there.

You and Karlach had each taken separate wings, hoping to free as many people as you could. Karlach freed the few prisoners in her wing before she came across Omeluum. Once he was freed, he was able to teleport the two of them back onto the submersible.

It was only as you fought your way through yours that you regretted not bringing someone else with you. The wing you took held the most prisoners and it seemed as if every guard your companions didn’t defeat decided to flock to the area.

Time was running out and you knew it. Your tadpole wriggled again.

“You must return. The prison will be destroyed any moment now.” Omeluum warned. His voice was monotone as any other mind flayer, but you could sense veiled concern.

You took one last look at the crowd of Sahugin in front of you, your heart pounding in your chest. You lacked enough energy to be able to misty step back to the entrance, and there was no time to look for a useful scroll.

“Did everyone make it on board?” You asked, slashing the guards in front of you.

“Indeed.”

You sighed, tears welling. “Then tell them I’m sorry.”

Astarion was the last to climb aboard the submersible after Halsin. Water sprayed onto the platform as the structure began to give way. Halsin reached down to grab his forearms, pulling him the rest of the way. He’d just barely began to search for you within the ship when Karlach spoke up.

“Where’s Tav?” She asked shakily, as if she had already realized the answer.

Astarion’s eyes widened, as did everyone’s. “No.” He whispered, darting over to the window.

There was a split second before the explosion, the force of it rumbling within the water. “No!” He cried, knees buckling as he collapsed.

Karlach slapped a hand over her mouth, tears already falling from her eyes like a waterfall. Halsin bowed his head, sad eyes closing as Astarion lets out a heart wrenching scream.

It didn’t matter to him that his companions had never seen him so distraught, not even after he’d delivered the killing blow to Cazador. No, this pain was entirely different.

This pain was like having his heart ripped out, then his soul extracted then his body mutilated. Every part of him ached in a way he didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Though it shouldn’t surprise him. In the time since meeting, you’d taught him many things about himself. And even in death it seems he’s still learning from you.

Astarion was more silent than Karlach and Halsin had ever seen him. As they received their reward from the Wavemother and talked to Duke Ravenguard, Astarion dragged behind them, silent tears escaping consistently.

Only once they reached camp did Astarion seem to return to his mind, paying no attention to the surprised and concerned stares from everyone else. He was only focused on storming over to the camps undead resident.

Withers did not looked fazed nor surprised by the vampires rage, closing the tome he had been focused on the staring blankly.

“Bring them back.” He demanded, voice thick with emotion. “Bring Tav back.”

Astarion faintly heard a few gasps from the crowd that had gathered behind him, the rest of the party hearing of your death for the first time.

The creatures hollow, echoed voice responded. “There is a cost to do so.”

Astarion’s jaw clenched. “What is it?”

“A matter of coin.” Withers replied simply.

A pale hand reached back into his travel pack to pull out the pouch of coin Astarion had collected throughout your travels. He shoved it against the undead’s chest. “Here!” He snarled. “Take it! Take all the coin we have, I don’t care how much it takes.”

Withers calmly opened the pouch, peaking inside. “That won’t be necessary. This is more than enough.” He said, dropping the pouch to the ground. “I recommend keeping thy distance for a moment.”

Everybody took a step back besides Astarion, only until Karlach placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and pulled.

Withers lifted a bony hand, speaking his words like a prayer. “By doom and dusk, I strike thy name from the archives. Rise!”

There was a brief flash of light that had everyone shielding their eyes. In a matter of seconds, you appeared, stumbling like you’d been thrown back on earth. Which, to your credit, is what it felt like.

Your breaths were quick and heavy as they had been in your final moments, and you patted your body to ensure you really were alive.

There wasn’t much time for you to linger in your thoughts before you were essentially tackled, toned arms coming around you in a crushing embrace. As you heard the sound of weeping, you registered that it was your love who had lunged at you.

A choked sound escaped your lips before you could even realize you yourself had started to cry, arms wrapping around Astarion’s torso.

Through your foggy eyes, you could faintly see your other companions standing a few feet away, some wiping tears and others smiling somberly at you. But they were far from your mind at the moment.

You could only focus on the man in your arms, the both of you collapsing to the ground. “My love.” He whimpered out, surely leaving fingernail markings with how hard he was gripping you. “My little love, I thought you gone for good.”

A watery chuckle escaped, one of your hands coming to lace within the white curls of his hair. “I’m so sorry, Star. Never. I could never leave you.” You sobbed.

His embraced loosened, hands traveling to your face and pulling your forehead against his. His crimson gazed peered into yours, full of desperation. As if he would never be able to look into them again.

“I have never known pain,” He whispered to you hoarsely. “Like what I felt when that wretched place exploded.”

Your lips quivered with another onslaught of emotions. You placed your own palms against his cheeks, thumbs stroking the smooth, alabaster skin. “I never would have made it on time.” You sniffed. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

He shook his head lightly, removing his forehead and replacing it with his lips instead. He pressed a kiss there, then to your cheek, and then a final one to your lips, lingering again as if it would be the last kiss you would ever share. You only separated once oxygen became a concern.

“The others are waiting.” You sniffed, though you made no move to leave his side.

“Let them.” Astarion said, a small, relieved grin growing on his face. And you did.

The rest of the world could wait until the end of time for you to part from your Star.”

[citruslullabies]

That last DogDay x reader fic was too cute (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Would you pretty please do DD with a reader who jumps on CatNap's back to protect him only to be knocked over, and that's when DD finally finds the courage to fight his former best friend? I would appreciate some fluff afterwards 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you!

Btw, your blog's aesthetic is so pretty :3c 🩷

Coming right up!! And awh, thank you! That's so sweet<333

Trigger warnings: blood, descriptions of violence

Requested by: anonymous 🩷

Romantic/platonic?: neutral (not specified)

Category: angst ending with fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 620

You Saved Me, So I’ll Save You

Finding a friend with so many foes was a rare thing for your situation, but you were lucky enough to have found Dogday. The canine, despite its lack of legs, was loyal and forever in your debt for your kindness. You were his angel, his savior. That's why he never wanted you to get hurt.

But catnap ambushed you two, leaving you to try and defend two smaller beings against one large one with a bigger advantage. He watched in horror as Catnap approached him with eyes so dark and cruel, knowing that his former best friend would be the one to take his life.. or so he had thought. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a loud cat-like scream echo the abandoned building, looking up to see you on his back while he was trying to get you off like some bull-riding competition.

“Dogday! Quick, get his legs or ankles or just, something-!” You called out desperately, feeling the large cats spine dig into your stomach and chest as you dug your feet into its ribs to try and balance yourself to stay on. Dogday tried to run with his old re-stitched back on legs, but found himself in a predicament.. he couldn't hurt Catnap. He couldn't bring himself to do so, the idea alone made him feel nauseated.

But that feeling quickly disappeared when he saw you fall and hit your head roughly against the ground, causing you to lose consciousness. His eyes widened as he panicked. “ANGEL!” he yelled out as he quickly dove to get to you, lifting your still breathing body up to his as he caressed your head.

“Angel? Angel wake up!” He said, panicking. His eyes only left from your face when he heard the crooning of a feline behind him, as if it was cackling as it moved at your despair. His body acted before his brain did, growling and quickly charging at the monster In front of him. That thing wasn't Catnap, it was a monster. Catnap had died in the hour of joy, a monster being housed inside of his former friend's body instead.

You gained consciousness with blurry vision, feeling bandages being wrapped around your head in various ways as if Dogday didn't know how to properly bandage your wound. He got it to stop bleeding so heavily, but he wanted to cover it quickly. You spoke up hoarsely. “Dogday..?” You asked in a weak wheeze, causing his ears to practically shoot up in relief. He immediately hugged you close and tight. “Oh god.. Angel, I.. I was so worried I thought.. I thought I lost you for a moment!” He said through whimpers and whines.

His fur was matted with blood, specifically around his mouth and paws. But he didn't care about that right now as he snuggled his head against you and held you dearly. You blinked slowly as you remembered what had happened.. before mustering your strength to sit up and hold Dogday close, cradling his head against your chest. You sighed and rubbed his back, smiling warmly at him. “Hey.. hey.. it's okay. I'm okay, see? I'm right here.”

Despite your reassurances, the dog continued to pathetically whine and nuzzle against you as tears fell from his eyes. “I'm so glad you're alive, I don't know what would've happened if I lost you. I don't want to imagine a world without you in it, Angel.” He said softly through sniffles. You carefully scratched behind his ear and felt him relax in your warm touch, your weak eyes filled with relief and adoration as you comforted him with a warm smile.

“I don't want to imagine a world without you in it either, sunshine..”

Thank you for the request!

[yandere-romanticaa]

🎀 ANONYMOUS asked:

It’s been a while since I saw you write a fem x fem reader…so I had an idea if you were comfortable with it. I’m obsessed with Arleccino right now and was hoping for a story about her! One where the reader is kind of the polar opposite of her. Reader is open with her feelings and bubbly, maybe ventures with Lumine/Aether sometimes and that’s how they met. Reader isn’t in the least intimidated by Arleccino, and shakes her hand with a smile. Maybe even showing how yandere Arleccino will go for her, if anyone even dared look in her direction. Thank you Ana!!!

Fontaine was well known for its natural landscape, cultural escapades and the occasional dabbling in the various sciences. By stepping foot in the nation of Hydro, there was always a plethora of things one could do and never be bored.

The intimidating Fatui Harbinger did not feel like indulging in any of those activities on this fine spring day.

She sat in in a small but cozy cafe, hidden away in the shadows from any prying eyes and curious ears. If by some chance anyone would glance at her direction, that person would be struck with a sort of primal fear, the type of feeling which is etched deep inside of your mind since the day a person is born. That chilling sensation was meant to keep humans alive and any sane one would obey the tiny voice which would scream Run! inside their mind. Throught the years, she had managed to hone that feeling, to use it to her advantage against all of her foes. Be it a fool or someone actually worthy, it was indeed a useful skill to possess.

However, even with such visibly sharp thorns, there would always be individuals who would strive to grasp the head of the pretty red rose. It did not matter to them that their flesh would be marred with deep gashes and painful cuts, for the mere pleasure of enjoying the flower with their own two hands was more than enough to satiate their desires.

This was how the Harbinger Arlecchino viewed a lady she had the pleasure of meeting in Fontaine.

From the corner of her eye, the refined Harbringer caught the swishing of a long poofy skirt, to which she imagined to be a pretty shade of sakura pink. Sipping on her herbal tea, she was pleased to see that her assumptions were proven right. She placed down her dainty cream coloured cup on the table and took in the sight before her - with a radiant smile there stood a sweet lady, covered from head to toe in a fine silk shawl, an adorable dress with a sweetheart neckline. Pretty pearls shine softly on the darling lady's neck, to which the Harbringer smiles.

Her little lady was wearing her gift. How splendid. Truly.

This became a routine for the two women. They would meet up daily, always in a different location but the endgame was always the same.

Her little starling never failed to make her smile.

That was the nicknmae she had picked out for her little lady friend, to which she would always blush so tenderly as she would bashfully hold her cheeks, much to the Harbringer's delight.

The sharp Knave often inquired why someone like this could fathom to be with her. She was no fool, she undertood that even looking into her eye was no easy task for some people, let alone holding an actual conversation. Sweet sterling would do her best to dodge the question or give vague non answers but in due time, the watchful Knave started to pick up on the subtle signs. Laboured breathing, the tight grip on her golden fan, the not so subtle sweat on her forehead, all telltale signs of a bloosoming romance inside a lady's heart.

The Knave had allowed her thorns to make way for the lady, to inch closer to her. Day by day she would become more bold, her lips inching closer and closer towards the icy cheek of the Harbinger, her soft lips just shy of a kiss.

The Knave never made the move to pull away. Never.

For it would have been a sin to do so.

The temptation was saccharine, almost otherworldly. The urge wrap up her lovely starling started to become overwhelimg, much to the Knave's surprise. She was used to keeping her emotions in check, accustomed to being a sturdy rock in hard times. Even the toughest rocks can shatter to bits if hit in the right spot and that bullseye was achieved once the Harbinger felt her starling kiss her.

It was a chaste kiss, one filled with pure emotions, all of which came pouring out in a matter of moments. If she could stay like this for eternity, wrapped in sweet bliss, the Knave would gladly stab her own heart out, gauging out the beating organ and offering it up for her beloved to take and cherish, for it was hers alone. No one in this world would be allowed the privilege of knowing what it felt like to be revered by Arlecchino. Her thorns had subsided for one person and that person but even that came at a cost.

No one else would be allowed to step into their Eden which was so carefully cultivated.

She kept her starlight close, locked away behind a wall of safety and thorns, all of which threatened to prick and stab any outsider who had the nerve to try to step in. All were dealt with swiftly beneath the moonlight. No one would hear them scream, no one would come to their aid and mercy was a far cry away.

The scent of copper stuck to Arlecchino like a perfume of sorts, the stench never quite being able to be washed away no matter how many times she tried to put on a flowery perfume. In due time, she grew to like it.

Dare she say love even.

In this world of darkness, she had managed to secure herself a sliver of hope, a spark of joy which was meant for her only. And she would be damned if she ever let that go.

[arabriddler]

Dance of knives and love

in their joined origin story, they describe their relationship in this scene like this :

Sometimes allies, sometimes foes. More than friends. We hold love for each other, but we’re not lovers. That word confines us. So what are we?

How does this ‘arrangement’ work? well, most of the time they work independently, and because their methods contradict each other, they often ruin each other’s plans. Sometimes, Ed would hold the whole city captive in a riddle based escape room. This is bad for Oswald’s business, it disturbs deals and makes his staff busy. To retaliate, he either does it alone or works alongside Batman to defeat Ed’s game. If he’s working alongside Batman he’d find a way to sneak out Ed after his capture, if he’s too upset with him, he’d break him out of Arkham later on. Sometimes, Oswald anonymously tips off the GCPD or Batman to the whereabouts of other rouges to keep them out of his tail if he’s working on an important delicate project. Ed is not free from this and often finds his plans ruined and can immediately tell who ruined them. He doesn’t get caught here but takes the biggest share of the profits Oswald gets. Back in the scene I referenced above, they admitted to each other that they’d throw each other under the bus if they had to, and it was mostly admitting it to show trust ( a ‘ here I am being honest with you, will you take me? ) but they still get upset about it sometimes. They wouldn’t call themselves a traditional couple they’re more of a partnership *cough* QPR *cough* so they’d have split ups when they’re too upset, but they still know they love each other, and, to be fair, this arrangement makes things challenging for each other that it’s more often than not fun. Gotham is basically their playground.

[thisismysafeescape]

'INNER' BANKS: AN OBX SMAU - Masterlist <3

Summary — Follow our favorite Outer Banks Characters, alongside some intriguing new faces, while they all find themselves ensnared in a deadly game of secrets and lies.

An anonymous blog has surfaced, casting a sinister shadow over their lives by threatening to reveal their dirtiest, darkest secrets to the world.

As the web page exposes betrayal, cheating, addiction, and sinister pasts, the tension between friends and foes escalates. Trust becomes a rare and valuable commodity, and the bonds that once seemed unbreakable begin to fray. Relationships are pushed to their breaking points, as each character grapples with their own hidden demons and the fear of exposure.

Every corner of the Outer Banks holds a secret, and this anonymous puppet master seems to know them all. As the characters scramble to uncover the identity of the person behind the web page, they must confront their own past actions and face the consequences of their deceit.

Who is the mastermind pulling the strings, and what is their ultimate goal? All we know is that no one is safe, and no secret is too buried to be unearthed.

High School AU - Original Characters - Mature Themes

Authors Note — Hi everyone! This is the first time I have ever tried something like this! I've been working on this idea for a while now and have finally started bringing my thoughts into reality. The idea came to me while I was watching Gossip Girl (for the 100th) time, and I had just finished Outer Banks.

I've created some OC's that I think will bring an edge to the OBX world.

I really hope you all enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

Meet The Characters & Aesthetics's

The Kooks | The Pogues

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | To Be Continued.....

[automaton-otto]

Who is the new strategist lady?

(Thanks for the ask anonymous)

"Ah yes, allow me to introduce myself."

Ahem!

"Greetings and Felicitations, people of the Duatsite. I am Akil Atum, Genius, Scholar, Artisan, Royal Member of the Kemet Royal Family. I use all pronouns. Gender roles are a myth. And I serve as Doctor and Strategist for the illustrious Otto Team."

"Please hold your applause, I know it's overwhelming to be around such genius."

[kaialone]

Official Guilty Gear Anthology- Short Story "Drifting Mirror" (English Translation)

This will be a full English translation of the short story "Drifting Mirror", written by an anonymous author.

It’s the third out of five short stories included in the "Official Guilty Gear Anthology", which was available online for a limited time only from April 1st to April 8th 2024, as part of April Fools’ Day celebrations.

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Drifting Mirror

"Funny isn't it? Against all my best judgment, you're the only one I have fun swinging this sword at."

She laughs. At none other than herself.

However, the blade she holds in her hand does not tremble in the slightest. Its tip remains firmly between my eyes, latched onto my life, refusing to let go.

I misjudged her. I just assumed she was a performer who speaks with actions rather than words. This conversation is completely off-script. She's obviously ad-libbing all of it. Is she going for a monologue? Venting her frustrations? Having a discussion? In any case, this is pointless. There's no drama in this.

"I hate to admit it, but you're fighting your own battle. It can't be easy, being nobody's friend or foe—Not having anyone to rely on. You didn't choose your path, so why accept it?"

Seems like she thinks of my state of being as an "eternal curse". She's biased, of course. But, I can't completely deny it, either. For starters, I myself don't even have the words to accurately describe the chaos that resides within me. Because I've forgotten every last one of them. Feelings and memories. Forgetting is one of the few virtues I have. In other words, that "curse" is what makes me who I am, I guess.

"Don't tell me I'm the only one who can save you?"

No, you're not gonna save me. Man, why did it have to be you?

Win or lose, there's nothing in it for me. Only self-containment. Nothing but myself, beyond the entangled cause and effect. I can see the conclusion. No creative freedom, no room for interpretation. A tale of self-importance to the end. What value could something like that hold?

"My blade can't touch folks who don't doubt themselves. But you—You've rejected yourself entirely, but your reason for being holds firm. Something keeps you tethered. But what? How can you possibly win? What do you hold in your heart? Atonement, salvation, ruin, hope, desire, equilibrium. You're prepared for all of it?"

I don't mind. I forgot about my resolve in two seconds, though. I'm honestly fine with anything, or nothing at all. Whatever she sees and feels it to be. 'Cause I'm not the one who chooses. It's whoever's inside me.

"I don't get it. That's a hell of a way to find out how weak you are."

And then there's her.

She's not looking at me, she's staring deep into my very being. By doing so, she brings me, and more importantly, herself, into sharp relief. Like a mirror without light. I thought I'd abandoned myself somewhere along the way. But there I am, standing right before my eyes. Along with the fear I'd given up on ever feeling again.

Something like this is necessity, not drama. Just a sad excuse for a one-man show. I'm sure we'll never stand on the same stage again. This must be our cause and effect.

But, even if that's the case―

"I've never seen an eye like that before."

"That's 'cause I've never seen one like you before."

―the old me must've had the freedom of choice, too.

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[sheavoid]

anonymous asked: purple humanoid alien with shoulder canons                     badly describe my muse  //  accepting

“Huh    ,    I  thought  it’d  be  worse.”

[themagicalkidproject]

Could you make a meagirl magical kid?

This Magical Boy was requested by anonymous!

Meagirl is a term and flag coined by @mogaiminty describing a girl/woman who is comfortable with others using ‘masculine’ terms/gendered language when addressing them!

This Magical Boy has a Prince theme! She uses She/Her pronouns!

Her name is Carol to match Carolina the Azurgirl Magical Kid for reasons that will be explained later! She can “knight” people with her Magical Boy weapon, and her knights are given increased strength.

Her Magical Boy weapon is a sword only she can hold! It burns anyone, friend or foe, who tries to hold it. Useful for confusion- Carol is fond of going “Catch!” At enemies and watching them instinctively grab the burning sword.

A useless fact about her is that she is Carolina’s number one fan, to the point that Carol became a Magical Boy because of Carolina! Carolina never really acknowledges her (and Carol honestly doesn’t expect her to) but Carol always gets excited when she sees Carolina!

The Magical Kid Project is a project wherein I steadily turn Pride Flags into Magical Kids! Requests are open through my inbox! Commission info is under the #commissions tag, I have a deal on Magical Kid Portraits!

[anonymous-verse]

The Anonymous-Verse Masterlist 2.0

there have been some heavy changes in the anon-verse recently! (And not in a bad way). We have been striving away from infecting getting into people’s blogs and starting to have our own story’s. Exciting isn’t it? Well that’s why I am updating the Masterlist!

long story short, we’ve have met friends and foes and uhm. Chaos anon in our adventure during the anon-verse! Our adventures have been spread around the blogs of the individual anon besides f@|$3 who resides here but shall we continue on with the master list? I think we should

(P.S: if you want to have more information about the anon’s and the arc’s, join the discord!)

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THE DISCORD:

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Tags:

these are not used as often. Mb

#anon q&a - Question and Answers for the anons

#anon talks to anon - one of the anons listed probably asked something

#anons drawings - if any anons draw something, use this

#anons shit post - yeah. Just shit posting

#incorrect anon quotes - (please tell me you know what these are)

#anon lore - THE LOREEEEE

#announcement - if anything serious or just something we think is important will be tagged here

#anon reblog - we see something related to the anon verse not on the blog? We re-blog

if you want to see a post by a specific anon then put them in the tags

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anon lore summary ^^^

(NOT FINISHED >:\)

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Active and or in the main arcs

Orange = had an arc already

Multiverse Arson Idiot Lurking Confused Snuff Lost Tea Assnon Eyenon 👮‍♀️ Host Sky Temmie T.O.B. Promise Regret (joke character) Tortoise Dad (joke character) f@l$3 (the main user of this blog) Bed Pun Chef Witch not active Cricket Therapist not active Beep Spelling check V01D Time Enigma (not an anon but part of the lore) Done Chaos Shapeshifter (shiter) Fragment (have there own thing) McAnon (joke character) Mr. Determination Shade (not an anon) the-arc-of-1-anon (in the process of an arc)

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F@|$3 is the user of this account mostly

@tea-anon64

@arsontheanon

@multiverse-anon

@lost-anon

@confusedanonistrying

@tortoiseanon

@shapeshiftinganon

@shadespawned

@assn0n

@timeanon

@chaos-the-anon

@pun-anon

@temmie-dah-anon

@mcanonworker

@0an-enigma0

@cricketanon

@done-anon

@spellingcheckanon

@thecookinganon

@the-eyenon

@fragment-anon

@v01d-anon

@bedanon-x3

@beep-anon

@promiseanon

@dadanon01

@host00anon

@mrdetermination-anon

@the-official-snuff-anon

@idiotanonfrz

@lurkinganon0-0

@the-arc-of-1-anon-and-more

@hope-anon5

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@swiftmitsu (the one who started it all)

@maytales

@0p1er0

@derangedanomaly

@errordust-trojan

@fell-is-suffering

@thebad-lydrawn-sanses

@entityverse-utmv

@bird-nobody

@self-proclaimed-edglord

@gibbish-anon-from-gell

@kingbluetheamze1

@wickjump

@sillylittleguy2333

@iamunabletothinkofablogname

@epilepzia

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[pontiffv]

astra inclinant, sed non obligant .

@sovrapppensiero

the stars incline us, they do not bind us!