#im a hound and an horrible person Ik

[thesamoanqueen]

Jacob deleted it now but I don't miss with them all, never

[deathbxnny]

Hi there! So uh this is a very specific request but can i request platonic hcs of Stellaron Hunters (Kafka, Silver Wolf, and blade) x my oc Kamisato Hitomi. So i like making OCs to immerse my self into any fandom im into and i had an idea to make an OC that is from the Genshin Impact universe that somehow got transported to the HSR universe. I was inspired by the fact that the Welt in HSR is the same one from HI 3rd.

Btw it’s alright if you dont want to do this request due to this being OC based and very specific. I understand, so instead, can i have your opinion about Hitomi? Like what do you think about her, is there anything i should fix on? Im open to any criticism.

So here some context on Kamisato Hitomi:

She is the ancestor of Ayaka and Ayato, she was born before the cataclysm. She is a master of the Tessenjutsu art (a martial art using Japanese war fan, think of Douma from demon slayer for refrence) and had a similar personality to Ayaka. She is also a vision user, she got it before the cataclysm and its an Anemo vision. One day, the cataclysm happened and it came out of nowhere. She was only 14 years old when it happened. It had caught them off guard and caused her and her little brother to flee the Kamisato estate alongside some guards due to it being overrun by many monster. But unfortunately the monsters were chasing after them and were killing most of the guards that accompanied them.

So in order for her little brother to have a chance of surviving, she sacrificed herself to the monsters to give him some time. She knew there was no way for her to win and come out alive from this but she was fine with it as long as her little brother survived. So she fought the monsters with all she got with her anemo vision and war fans. She held her own quite nicely but she was no match to numerous monsters that surrounded her. Once a rift hound slashed her eyes, it was all over. The corrision she got burned her eyes and after that slash, she instantly got a barrage of attacks from the monsters. She was in extreme pain from the numerous attacks she gotten. As she could feel her life draining from her body, all she could think about was her little brother safety then she felt nothing.

Now somehow she got transported to the HSR universe (i havent thought of a reason for this part) and she was found by Kafka who was shocked seeing the horrible condition she was in. After realizing she was somehow still alive, Kafka brought her back to heal her despite Hitomi being on the brink of death (my reason on why Kafka did this is because her gut told her bring her back even though her condition showing she might not make it and also because of Hitomi’s vision that was flickering. Ik its a lame reason but i couldn’t think of any other reason for why else she would do that)

Now they had somehow healed her back from the brink of death. It was honestly a miracle that she’s alive now but her eyes had to be surgically removed because of the corrision it got. So now she has a huge scar on her eyes and all over her body, she has a bandages covering where her eyes are. Out of gratitude for saving her life, Hitomi joined the Stellaron Hunters even though she doesnt know its true cause. They had let her joined bc A) Why not, she is quite strong after she’s all healed up and B) They are interested on her due to her being from another universe. It was evident that she wasnt from this world with how she was clueless about Aeons and how her description about her homeland, Archon, and vision shows that she isnt from this universe. Kafka was assigned to take care of her, so she basically became Kafka’s assistant. Even after what she gone through, she is still kind and gentle as before.

Here are some trivia about her:

-I picked the name Hitomi because it means “Pupil of The Eye” which ironic since her eyes are gone-

-Since present inazuma is based on the Edo Period, im basing some stuff for Hitomi from women in the Heian Period. And during that period, high class women weren’t allowed to do much, so most of them liked to write stories that became popular. So Hitomi also liked to make stories under her penname Chizuru

So do i want hcs of the stellaron hunters to slowly but surely deeply care for my 14 years old oc? Yes

Again it’s alright if you dont want to do this request, I understand. Just opinions, suggestions, and criticism are enough. I just wanted to see what kind of hcs you could’ve made. Hope you have a great day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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Hello Flower Anon!

I don't write for characters x ocs due to it just not being something I write for.

However, I will still try and give my opinion on your character!

I really like your oc and find her backstory very interesting! I haven't really found anything to necessarily criticise, but I do think there is still room to expand on the story, like maybe her having only been found my the Stellaron hunters due to her giving off an aura that was so powerful, it nearly seemed like a Stellaron or smth, which is how they found her. And maybe the way she got teleported into another universe is by the Cataclysm causing it somehow.

I'm extremely sleep deprived at the moment, so I'm sorry that I can't think of anything interesting or more to say. But I really love your oc and think that her story is nice!

I hope this could be somewhat helpful and thank you for introducing your oc to me!<33

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[bredsticon-blog]

title: the alternative

part: one (saint or sinner)

desc: you have died. you weren't an extraordinary person when you were alive--you made a few little sins and a few little good deeds, but it's not enough to land you in heaven nor hell. so the reaper gives you two choices: be in limbo forever, or serve equal years in heaven and hell. well, you choose the latter...

tags: angel!nick & demon!zion love triangle (or not? wink), heaven and hell au (yes ik purgatory exists but it has different purposes for this series), ooc (on purpose, i swear), sfw (as in, no smut), gore, violence (i mean, you're in hell...), cussing, murder, mentions of: rape, abuse, addiction (alcohol, LSD, heroin, uhh everything else), mental issues (depression, suicide), and death in general. gender/sex neutral reader (as always) and humor to lighten the mood

word count: 2k

notes: it isn't nearly as scary as the tags make it seem, i promise. i spent a l o n g time on the promo art for this (which imma post LATER) so uhh please read :'( haha yes i WILL finish writing the fma!austin fic and make the part 2 for ¡quake! & ~the wave~ but my ass is still collecting gifs and cleaning up plot holes sksksk and on the 2.76% chance the boys read this: hi follow me im @/bredsticon on ig, i make quality content and be more active on tumblr please we love you

You don't remember dying.

You're dead, and you don't remember dying.

Perhaps, in another life, you once thought that death accompanied a special feeling: life flashing before your eyes, lights out, everything over before your last breath escapes your lungs. But this is... this is slow. So slow. You're still on earth. Floating.. somewhere. Nowhere else. You see the world, all of it. Stars twinkle in the mist. The world around you is gray and dark. You watch your home fall apart. Every crack and shake is in full detail, and, dimly, you watch the sprouting of vines and weeds in its place. The weeds brush heads as they cluster your old house, your old neighborhood, your old country, your old everything.

You're old.

Breathless doesn't begin to describe it. You don't have lungs. You don't have... you don't. You just don't. You are nowhere. You are nothing. You don't exist.

Someone waves inside of you.

What the—

"Hello, Soul One-Hundred Thirty-Three Billion, Seventy-Five Million and Sixty-Five. You're late."

An NYC accent? You're from—

"Now that's a mouthful. I'll just call you Rosebud. See, you were supposed to cross over..." A watch ticks inside your... your form? You? "...millennia ago. Five millennia, in fact."

The voice throws a powder on you. Something blooms inside you, and you fall to the ground.

You gasp—holy shit, you can gasp. You move your head around. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, you have muscles, you have form, you can move. You exist.

The voice has a form, too. He looks like you: human. Flaming blue hair, khaki-colored skin with reddish-pink polka dots and marks. He wears modern clothes: a bright yellow vest and green pants. And glowing. He's like a painting. Human, kinda.

You gape at him. This doesn't exist. This can't exist. You thought you'd be nothing forever. But now you're something and that's something and the world around you is still murky but it's something and oh my God. Oh my fucking God. What happened to you? What happened to your home? Why aren't you dead?

The form smiles at you. "Be careful with mentioning the Master Creator so much. They're listening, y'know. They can tell when you're talking about Them."

He offers you a hand. Shaking, you take it. You wobble so hard you grab his shoulder, and he pats your wrist.

"Relax, Rosebud, we're gonna go up now. Take my hands." Gently, he takes your hand off his shoulder and interlocks your fingers together. You close your eyes as he pulls you close.

Once you open them, you're no longer on Earth.

You're in an office.

Vaguely relaxing piano music plays in the background. The walls gleam "eggshell white" (whatever that means), and copy-and-paste potted plants commiserate in corners, on shelves, and on top of desks. Rows and rows of cubicles line up in front of you, complete with ancient computers, loud clicking, and early morning groans of "I need more coffee, for fu- fun's sake!" A vending machine and a water cooler stand behind you, with banged-up tables interspersed between those.

Someone rises out of a cubicle. His skin is pale, but his hair is dark. "Reaper Honoret Jr.! Is that—oh my goodness, is that the stray? You did it! It took a few millennia, but you did it!"

Honoret Jr. grimaces. "My bad, Dad. The soul blended in so well, it took me a while... my readings showed complete neutrality. It's like there's no one there." The reaper looked back at you. "I only caught a flicker. Right now, I can't—"

His dad chuckles. "Not Dad. It's Reaper Honoret Sr. to you." He winks. "I'm kidding, y'know how they get around here."

He comes forward and wraps his arms around the boy, then unlatches. Without Honoret Jr's support, you fall to the ground, so you watch as he holds his son's shoulders. "Your bad? What do you mean? I'm proud of you. So, so proud. You're the only one who could even—actually, wait."

He turns to face the cubicles. "Reapers of Thanatos & Co., guess who just caught the stray!"

The clicking stops.

Someone coughs. "You're joking, right?"

"Absolutely not. In fact, it's behind me, right now."

Chairs scoot on scratchy carpet as the reapers of Thanatos & Co. nearly jump out of their cubicles to see you. Forty reapers dressed in some manner of business attire speed walk in your direction. One pushes Honoret Jr. out of the way—his dad has to catch him before he falls on his face.

When they see you, they stop. They start staring at the air around you. They sniff like blood hounds.

After a pause, a reaper with large eyebrows turns to another, eyes wide. "I think... I can't... I literally..."

The other nods. "Same here. Reaper Honoret Sr. isn't lying."

The crowd murmurs in agreement.

A reaper with short pink hair raises his hand. When no one calls on him, he puts it down and mutters something about being new. "Wait, if Reaper Honoret Sr. found the stray, shouldn't we tell the Grand Reaper about it first?"

Once more, the crowd murmurs in agreement.

The eyebrow reaper stares at you—no, not at you. Into you. Like you're not even there. "Before that, we need to know who found it. Reaper Honoret Sr., did you find it? We need someone to congratulate."

He grins. "Nope! My son did." He shook his boy's shoulders.

The reaper raises a brow, then gives the blue-haired reaper a look. "Oh. Well, uhm, congratulations."

The crowd weakly claps. Good job... mhm... congratulations, Junior... and then they disperse back into their leather spin chairs.

Honoret Jr. turns to you and makes a face. "Sorry about that. Office drama. Can't escape it, even in this world."

He doesn't look like a reaper to you. No black cloak, no creepy aura, no skeleton fingers. Kind, colorful, couldn't be a reaper. Nope. Impossible. None of this is.

"You're not believing a lot of things, I know. The first few days are the hardest." He gifts you with another smile. "You'll get there, I promise. I'm here to help.

"Name's Edwin, by the way. You've been calling me Honoret Jr. and that just gives me middle school flashbacks. No thanks."

You can't even make a proper facial expression to react to that. You can't formulate words—or even walk without Edwin holding your hand. He's reading your thoughts, at least. You're basically a vegetable.

He shrugs. "Give it a few hours, Rosebud. The vegetable'll wear off. Your body's just adjusting to this plane. No shame."

You can't speak, so you just think of the word: thanks. My name is—

"Oh, I know what your name is. I've been searching for you for five millennia. I'd be a horrible reaper if I didn't know."

He extends a hand. "Speaking of vegetable and horrible reaper, I bet you're hungry. You're also naked. Let's fix that."

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Reapers need to eat, surprisingly. Edwin leads you through a myriad of hallways with the exact same paintings and potted plants (this is disgustingly easy to get lost in, you think. Edwin agrees) until you reach the break room. It takes you an hour.

No one's in there except you two. Edwin gave you some of his clothes (kept in another room), so you're wearing a red fit with a black vest and a lime green beanie. He tried to offer his matching ski mask, but you managed to mentally shout "No!" before he put it away. You don't mind wearing his stuff, but you wonder what that could imply. Do reapers...? Actually, you don't wanna think about that.

The break room curves up into a sparkling, plastic chandelier. The rest of the room accommodates a fridge plastered in posters, a microwave, and a dirty coffee maker paired with beige countertops. A pile of paper plates and utensils decorates the left countertop, while a sink occupies the right end. Island tables take up the rest of the center, leaving room for vending machines in the back.

Edwin scrunches his nose. "Who's bummy ass forgot to wash the coffee pot? Ew." He examines it, then starts washing the dishes.

He looks back at you. "You can go raid the fridge. Just don't touch the lunch boxes or uh—bento boxes, I think. Those are Reaper Porter's, and he will get very mad if you touch his bento. I did that once, so he threw a fork at me then said I messed with his feng shui."

Edwin mutters something about unseasoned chicken as he continues scrubbing coffee stains.

You stand up. Your walk is wobbly at best, and you feel like a pile of jello—you're weak in the knees, like jello. But you're getting there. Its better than before. At some point in your hour-long journey to the break room, poor Edwin had to carry you. You felt bad, but at least he's strong. Maybe it's a reaper thing.

You stumble to the fridge. Posters and dates and schedules cover the surface, but you brush past them to find what truly matters: the food.

Reaper office food tastes just as bland as human office food. How sad.

You find that your body works just like it used to. You're hungry, you can feel pain, and you're starting to move. It's like you never died. And now you're in a huge office full of slightly-glowy people who call themselves Reapers and also can't sense you, which is a concept you still don't understand. Or maybe you didn't die? Maybe someone stirred some LSD in your drink? And this is all... a major... acid... trip...

You blink, then pinch yourself. Nope. You're 'swell.

Edwin pulls out a chair. "Now that we're done with the basics, Rosebud, we need to get you registered. You're a bit of a weird case, but you're not too too special. Just uncommon."

He pauses. "Well, actually, you might be a little more special than that. Just a tad."

You give him a look. Something builds in your throat.

"What the fuck?"

He giggles. "Those are your first words on this plane? I—"

"No, seriously. What. The. Fuck." You sound like a cheese grater but you don't care. "I literally have no idea what's going on. I died, I think, then I watched mankind die too as the Earth turned into dandelions, then you went inside of me and threw some pixie dust to make me come back again, suddenly I'm in a 90s sitcom office and I'm naked which literally no one told me about until everyone else saw me as bare as the day I was born and—"

Edwin pats your hand. "All right, all right, let it out, let it out. I'll explain everything. It's just really long." He rubs the back of his neck. "And we're kinda on a time crunch here."

"A time crunch. When it took us an hour just to get a snack."

"Yes, a time crunch. We have about two more hours to get you registered before you become tied to this plane. Then you'll have to become a reaper, like me, and you don't wanna become a reaper." He bites deeply into his peanut butter and banana sandwich. "Shit's hard."

"I can't even—"

"Mhm." He says through a mouthful of peanut butter. "I'm rellay sorreh you're goineh frough thif. I geh how you feel. Eferyone dehs."

He swallows. "We all started out alive. No one's been here since the beginning. Except for some of the seraphim, I guess. But the rest of us? We just humans the Master Creator decided to gift. You're not alone in this. I went through the same bullshit as you. I get it."

You bow your head down. Your thoughts are too jumbled to feel actual anger. "Thanks, Edwin."

"You honestly deserve better, but no problem." He stands up and wipes his hands on a napkin. "Imma clean up after myself, so you can get a head start. We do only have two hours." He yanks you out of the chair. Still chewing, you watch as Edwin shoves you out the break room.

"Wait—hold up—wh—I don't know where I'm supposed to—"

He grins. "You will! Your senses will guide you."

"What— more vague shi—" and the door slams.

[marlaluster]

Consideration time n taken a moment peas there to sip tea not but could. ....

Is the clipboard the background? I was thinking that just now. The devil hounding my thought. Its obsessed w this now if it seems something to somebody. But at times i a gentle commenter n contributer to the great story of the true god feel to mention things in a kind of somewhat unspoken tone from the clipboard where ik not outspelling all of the thing im referring to. It seem kind of poetic or interactive. It is outside of the box. Its like its not so unlikely another person would not know what im talking about. This coming up, this topic of implied things, its worth noting sometimes its a bit laborious you have to spell everything out in devil land. Or at points it seems i have had to spell things out to much. I cant remember what calls for it. I can shoot in the dark n say its because its not enough being said or something. I seem i vaguely remember doing it to try to address the devil attacking me n its like maybe seeming me telling things is i dont know making it more apparent things arent unmentionable or where they cant be put into words. I dont know. But if it can be avoided, things that feel laborious should be not did, so. Its hard. Ive said it. Yup. But a background. Background music coming to mind. I hear music at times n its apparently something that tell something of the tone of things n what is happening here. Its like going on from me singing at points to deal w the devil attacking. I say what it really is here n what its really doing attacking n what its really saying. Its not really anything good n superior n winning. But i was told that -- a break here, but i was told i help w like the response of life itself, ie the truth fighting the rule of the devil as the fires in California n things like this. There are other things happening also. There have been storms, ive seen a bit about those. There are the protesters like w Black Lives Matters that are not fully revealed for what they are is really saying the police n jail etc is not okay. There is the NAZIS n etc, something of that is the truth n life itself. The people to be seen as so less n not fully revealed as for what they are is what was the truth here where this society worships a lie as superior to the truth. These people are to be representative of a truth not to be told here which was that it was so very racist here n hidden as okay n hidden as simply what was the truth that blacks were less. Its not something possible to exist because it is so bad that that is to be true. So for someone to tell this it was to be so very evil n they were to be so evil. But this society worships this (blacks as inferior truthfully) n horrible things as true eternally. "Can i tell you what that is doing. I cant go on," the devil said as i wrote here about the thing of such horrible racism here as to not be wrong. It was to not be wrong so someone to tell it was to be so evil n someone to tell it was someone saying something so bad was existing that should not exist. Its supposed to be impossible to be/exist. But whatever i was telling already, ill get back to that. But i was told i help w the fires n etc. It helps tell what is happening to make sense of what a thing is doing. The devil just said "targeted" trying say what im saying next before i say it. But i may help w things to be more targeted. I dont know what i was going to say but this seems something to be a result of my writing. The devil putting a white woman in my awareness now. But i was considering how i help w the fires etc. I think the said was it tells who the thing is. It says who they are is to help Marla n someone very bullied n too overwhelmed by being attacked by the devil as this society w its homelessness n bad poverty etc n bullying n attacked in the psyche or further w magic by the devil. Its someone very like attacked on like all sides n to be very bullied n just badly attacked. This society n this country is a bully. They try to attack from a point of inglfallibility based on that someone else is truthfully inferior to them n less than to them n the other entity is to be beat up n unheard n very diminished n attacked by simplistic like labeling n simplistic story of villain so eternally evil n not making sense on the individual side of what is going on for this so called villain. They lack understanding n equality n considerateness n thought. Its very action based etc. The devil interjecting n telling those words like equality n considerateness. It told those two. Its very irritating its doing that but i do not wish i cannot use the words. I can use others but its not wished i cannot use the ones its trying to tell me. A break here. But the background w the clipboard. The devil keeps pressing its telling me stuff. "Oh god. I cant do this," the devil said. Its extremely irritating n its disrupting my own thought. This society is so very disgusting n so very nasty. People birthed in to rot. It is so sick n disgusting here. The truth of the people that are to be less than is not something to be. Their ttuth that says they are something to be, something neutral meaning just what is. Just what is something told or something. Neutrality not something to be here. So scarce, yet so wished. Very judgemental, very harsh here. But about the clipboard as a background. Its a kind of wallpaper or whisperer. Its a background music or like elevator music. Its a bit telling of where a werson went. I mean person. Ha, werson. Thats not what someone is to do, try to match the words. I do that w names some because names are kind of something. Theyre something so then make something of it. Yeah. What is this wittle werson. All over this way they just being around n hanging around. This wittle werson. What woo wooing. Wan woo woe awound now. Be back.

[appleschloss]

So,  being the over eager person I am, I’m already trying to figure out what puppy Im going to get next year after I graduate. This summer, Im going to be moving to California to finish my last semester of schooling online while also, hopefully, pursuing an internship somewhere. Once i’m settled and graduated, I’m going to get a dog. I have no qualms about getting a pure breed v a shelter pup but I cant decide what breed would be best for me. I do actually know a decent amount about dogs, my whole life I’ve done a fair amount of research abotu the different breeds, and I’ve worked at a dog daycamp/boarding kennel with trainers for almost half a year now. I’ve done some online quizzes from mostly reputable sources (Purina, Animal Planet, etc) about “What dog breed is right for you?” and rarely do I get suggested the same breed between quizzes. So, I’m turning to the rest of the internet and hopefully some of dogblr. 

Here’s what my situation will most likely be, combined with some of my preferences.

I’ll be living in an apartment, probably without a yard of any sort. It’s definitely a hot climate. I don’t want a dog who’s not going to do well in the heat if not shaved. I also am looking for minimal brushing/trimming stuff, I have no problems with bathing. I’m currently not a horribly active person, but I know I’d do right by my dog and if I did end up with a dog who needs ton of exercise, I’d do my best to provide it. I will bring them as many places as conceivably possible (which is a decent amount of places in LA). 

I don’t think a working dog would be right for me, as I’m worried I wouldn’t have the time to give them the tasks they need to not become anxious. I do want to train my dog and teach them tons of tricks, and I will do that myself and not go to a trainer (cause money but also because I’m fairly confident in my training capabilities). 

I keep looking into Vizslas and Pharaoh Hounds. I really like Vizslas, but I’m still not sure. I’m also super partial to Goldens, but I know how their coats are cause I have two (at my parents house, as I no longer live at home and they are 11 years old and very happy there). I don’t want a dog thats super tiny, but I know I shouldn’t have a German Shepherd sized dog either. 

Any thoughts would be helpful, even if its a recommendation for where I can learn more about what dog would be best for me.

Also also, anyone who has Vizslas and knows a lot about them, or knows anything about Pharaoh Hounds, please hmu with your knowledge. I wanna know more about both of them.

(I’m tagging @huskyhuddle cause I follow you and I would like to hear your advice cause ik you know a decent amount about dogs).