#ooc: hope this works! lemme know if it doesn't!

[renoxvated]

Smell fuckin' what air-- fuckin' bat shit ass asshole. The only lottery that matters? He thinks to himself, confused he eyeballs the stranger as he comes to a full stop, Nipton.

'Fuck off! Win your own fucking lottery!' The other mans words hit Roy's ears like an annoying BUZZING bee, he wants to swat the other man down. It would be so easy and his trigger finger itches at the hilt of his pistol. He was a powder ganger by the looks of it, so truth be told he was lucky The Courier didn't shoot him on sight. Instead he barks back as the stranger runs off past him. Goddamn lunatic.

“Yeah FUCK YOU TOO PAL, up yours!” Roy sneers and when he does the smell of fire hits his nostrils, singes at his senses-- what's worse was the STENCH of flesh cooking itself wafting from the pyre, the CROSS beside him.

'Up on a cross, head on no pole,' Roy replays the words back in his mind and for a moment there's a look of brief fleeting HORROR registering across his features. "Fuck." He utters, staring at the body to his left and the others as his gaze shifts further down, so many; it reminded him of the things his father told him about, from that old tattered bible. Thinks these guys ain't coming back three days later from this. Roy clinches his fists, he should pull out his gun, but he doesn't.

Just what the hell happened here? He steadies himself, swallowing hard. He hadn't seen anything like this before and if he had, well he couldn't remember it anyway. Roy bounces on his heels, he doesn't know if it's just excitement or a nervous tick anymore. He doesn't care either way, doesn't notice it as he bounds forward, fists clenched-- just incase.

More bodies strung up, more heads on pikes, it took a great deal to disgust Roy if he was being honest, he took SPLENDOR in his own violence, sure. As messy and macabre as it was, but this? This was clearly a whole town...it was a MASSCACRE. His nose scrunches, the smell of fire and burning bodies starting to get to him. He wants to be angry, but most of all he wants to understand why.

Then he spots the town hall, a few guys; five from what he could count, there had to be more...always was. He doesn't think he could fight anymore if that was true, that wasn't even considering the dogs up ahead-- AND a dog headed man before them all at the top of the stairs, surveying the scorched earth like some sort of GOD KING among the riffraff. Roy's hand etches, creeps towards his gun, he needed to leave, needed to get out before he became one of the unlucky lottery losers, apparently. Then he's spotted, he knows it even with sunglasses blocking the dog headed mans GAZE, feels like it's burning into him as if he was on the pyre too.

"Fuck." Roy speaks again, that seemed to be the mantra of the day.

starter for @ratherxintense

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @darkestnightwilldawn

Fragments of glass cascaded down upon him. Now that the barrier between him and the outer world had been obliterated, the cacophony of bellowing flames and the howling of the wind inundated his ears. Whatever unconscious state he’d been in, gradually diminished and his blurry vision started to clear up. The dark, semi-organic architecture of the ship instantaneously called to mind what had transpired. The bastards had abducted him, incarcerated him and shoved a tentacled worm...

A searing pain — excruciating — suddenly gyrated inside his skull, puncturing his brain, burrowing deep into the intangible depths of his mind, his thoughts, his memories. The elf ground his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in anguish, and pressed the palm of his hand to his left eye and forehead — an inefficacious attempt to alleviate the pounding and the skull-splaying pain. Flashes of recollections scintillated before his mind’s eye. The illithid that restraint him with magic and forced the parasite in his eye, the same process being performed on other captives, the crude pool from which the monster fished the parasites. A clamour of screams, of pleads, of people banging their fists frantically — in vain — against the glass hatches of their pods — like he’d done — in order to break free. The dissonance still reverberated in his pointy ears and vibrated in his lithe body.

Unsure of the duration of his suffering, Luran eventually regained his wits and some control over his limbs. He carefully hoisted himself upright, brushing the shards of glass off him prior to disembarking the pod. When his feet hit the ground, the impact nearly knocked him off balance — evidently, his head hadn’t recuperated from the assault on the brain lying within. A feeling of nausea stirred in his stomach and unadulterated apprehension settled in his chest. After several heartbeats, he let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, and inspected himself for injuries, or worse, signs of tentacles, talons, or slimy and protruding brains. He couldn’t detect any wounds and though the exposed patches of skin were clammy, it was due to perspiration, not due to slime glands, or whatever organs or other anatomical aberrations caused mind flayers to appear so... moist. A cold, feverish shiver ran down his spine; he tried to exile the image to a tenebrous, inaccessible, abyss of the mind, and instead, tried to stay focused. Focused on a solution, focused on the task at hand, focused on getting off of the nautiloid.

Admittedly, he was heavily disorientated and if his survival instincts hadn’t seized hold of him, he’d still be putrefying in his enclosure. Confounded and dazed, he scoured the obnoxious chamber; a significant part of the hull was destroyed by... something unequivocally large. The elf wasn’t surprised if the nautiloid had been — or still was — under attack. Mind flayers had myriads of enemies — across planes, no doubt. Unfortunately, he so happened to be on board of one of their abhorrent constructions when their adversaries opted to blast it to smithereens... Just his luck.

To his displeasure, the pool situated in the centre of the room was still intact, despite the infernal brutality that had been unleashed. Cautiously, he inched closer, the wretched maggots were still floating in the translucent liquid. Habitually, Luran screwed up his nose in sheer repugnance, glaring down on the nasty vermin. For a split second, he contemplated annihilating the lot of them — the only proper retribution. However, after a moment of reconsideration, he decided it would be more judicious to place as much distance between himself and these Lovecraftian nightmares as he possibly could on an airborne ship saturating with them... He already had one tentacled tenant slurping up his brain juices, a second one would most certainly be the end of him.

Warily, the elf stepped back, letting his sapphire blue eyes glide over the other pods. The ones closest to the breach, had been utterly obliterated. The one opposite his was empty; the githyanki had escaped — well, good for her. There were several other pods, all in varying degrees of dilapidation — the involuntary denizens were all dead. Slightly desperate and effervescing with fear, Luran commenced his journey to the sphincter, hoping he wouldn’t be met with a squadron of mind flayers, waiting, on the other side. But just as he walked past his pod, he heard a noise. It was distinct, not like the crackling and raging of flames and fire, or the wind whinging as it brushed along the battered hull. This noise indicated he was not alone, someone else was with him, possibly alive. But was his unwitting companion friend... or foe?

The elf peeked into his own pod, heedful not to disturb the debris and alert the other of his presence. He had carried no weapons on him, only his violin. And to his relief, the instrument had survived the abduction as well as the assault. Quietly, he plucked it from his illithid prison and rested the instrument lightly on his collarbone, bow at the ready, preparing himself to channel his magic through it, should the need for it arise. His itinerary towards the source of the noise was deliberately chosen. Within mere seconds, Luran found himself squatting down several feet away from the other victim — thank the gods they weren’t a mind flayer! Nevertheless, he remained vigilant, for he couldn’t quite discern their features, and carefully prodded the other’s shoulder with the tip of his violin bow.

‘I don’t mean to disturb you, but... we’re in quite the predicament here...’ he whispered softly, urgently, hoping his euphonious voice could yank the stranger back to reality and ensure them that he wasn’t one of the mind flayers. ‘So, if you could, please, get up and help me find a way off of this ship, that’d be grand.’

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Hello.If it's don't bothering you may i ask headcanons Kalego x Fem! Human! Assassin! Reader as Yor Forger from Spy x family.If you don't watch this one, then how you imagine yourselves relationship Kalego and Fem! Human! Assasin! Reader. I think it's kinda cute he is guardian dog and she is the soldier-protector of her country

Hi!!! Thank you for asking! It's not a bother at all, really ^^

I enjoy writing stuff for other people to enjoy, hence why I created this blog aside for my hyperfixation ramblings.

I did watch the show until the 9th episode and read the manga until the 58th chapter (I got busy with school so I can't finish it yet :'D). Honestly, I understand how Yor got her fame in the fandom (I love seeing a badass female character that's also pretty soft on the inside)

It's been a while since I wrote a headcanon tho... Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Happy reading!

Soft but Deadly: A Dating Headcanon

Pairing: Kalego Naberius x Fem! Human Assassin! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: might be a bit OOC and out of order (I blanked out in some parts, oops 😬 damn my sleep-deprived brain); Narnia Naberius is such a jerk here (I'm still salty about what he did to Iruma in that chapter) not proofread

MASTERLIST

Dating Kalego is a very interesting experience. Expect to have numerous discussions about your shared interests.

He is a very romantic person on the inside (lemme have my romantic Kalego okay?)

He'll be taking you out on a date whenever your schedules align. And he'll be gentlemanly about it. Dinner dates, a trip to an opera house, and the like are the typical setting for the dates that he planned. However, that doesn't mean that it's boring. He makes sure that you'll enjoy the dates to the fullest because you only deserve the best of the best.

In short, dates planned by him can get a bit fancy for your taste. That's why you make sure that he also get to experience new things in life.

Dates planned by you are simple yet enjoyable enough for the two of you. Picnics, travel dates, movie dates, and the like are the things on your list.

He enjoys the massages you offer to him when you know he's tired from work. You just know what points to focus on to make him loosen up (due to the nature of your job)

He does not bat an eye on your job as an assassin. But that doesn't stop him from worrying about your safety. He'll be the one who'll take care of the wounds you got from your latest mission. He'll be scolding you while dressing them though.

When you told him about the nature of your job, he first thought that you were pulling his leg. You were so gentle with others, how can you have such a profession as your job?

But after seeing the serious look on your face, he knew you weren't joking around. Well, it's okay. He can live with the fact that the love of his life lives a double life as an assassin.

Before the start of your relationship, Kalego used to be so cold, bordering on mean to you. But that didn't stop you from admiring the demon, even though it was evident that he did not return the same sentiments.

So you were surprised when he asked you out on a date one day. He had liked you for a while now, but he doesn't know how to tell you.

The only reason that he asked you out was that Balam was pressuring talked him out to confess to you.

And apparently, he got fed up with his friend's nagging that it gave him the courage to ask you out.

He can be subtly protective of you in public. But this becomes more prominent after you reveal to him that you were human.

He knows that you are capable of defending yourself from physical harm, but you can't use magic, so you won't be able to save yourself when your opponent used their magic on you.

He wonders how you got into the Netherworld in the first place, but he doesn't ask you about it. He knows that you'll tell him once you're ready.

But like all relationships, the two of you also experienced a lot of setbacks, mainly from his brother Narnia.

I saw it, you saw it. We all know how Narnia feels about humans from that chapter. So naturally, he's against his brother's relationship with you.

For some reason, Kalego's older brother discovered your secret and was very obvious about his prejudices. But your boyfriend defended you from him, claiming that it doesn't matter to him whatever your race is.

Kalego doesn't play around when he decided to enter into a relationship with you. He does not date around just for fun, no. He is serious about you and considers asking for your hand in marriage in the future.

Once he made it clear to his brother, Narnia decided to back off. He still does not like you but he also doesn't want his brother to resent him.

While Kalego was thankful when his brother got the message, you also knew his plans for the future now. Well, it doesn't matter. It's not like you'd refuse him when he finally asks the question, no?

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc

[cursedbcrn]

HOPE AND THE HOLLOW

I've alluded to this topic across different threads and OOC conversations with people, but I don't think I've ever explicitly laid out how the Hollow affects my characterization of Hope so lemme do this instead of work.

The most important thing to know is that there is still a remnant of the Hollow in Hope. This is never explicitly stated on the show, but possessions are tricky business, and at this point, Hope has been possessed by Inadu twice. Coupled with the ancestral connection, it gives Inadu almost the perfect anchor to lodge herself in. No matter how strong Hope is, Inadu is almost nearly as strong, and far more ancient.

Of course, there's no way to actually Confirm whether or not this is true. Freya and Vincent would have done spells to try and trace any remnants of the Hollow after it was extracted from Hope and put into Klaus, but the reliability of those spells are questionable, and with how connected Inadu and Hope are, it would be reasonable for the spell to think that the part of Inadu was actually just Hope. Hope herself doesn't know if this is true, but sometimes she gets this inkling, but she doesn't pull on that thread because at the end of the day, the Hollow is still the thing she's most scared of, as basically the only enemy she was unable to beat.

Hope is already worried about her individual power as a tribrid, and clearly sees that others are scrutinizing her. How would they react if they also knew that she still had a piece of her ancient, murderous ancestor inside her too? So she keeps that door slammed shut and refuses to delve deeper into it, pretty much as a trauma response. She is a Mikaelson, after all.

The way this plays out in my characterization of Hope generally means that Hope's magic is amplified not just by her connection to Esther and Dahlia (which is the power that fuels Freya) but also by her connection to Inadu. It contributes greatly to the instability and emotional volatility that Hope deals with, moreso that she was already dealing with as a firstborn Mikaelson witch.

It also shows up in the color of her magic, which is a bright, electric blue that is almost ethereal, and near identical to the color of Inadu's magic. I always thought it was an interesting choice to make Hope's magic blue when red seemed to be a prevailing color in her theme, especially during her no humanity run (but my shipper brain appreciates that the blue contrasts with the red of siphoning near perfectly).

There's also a slight personality shift that comes with that remnant of the Hollow, but a lot of that gets buried and explained away by the trauma she goes through or just basically being her parents' kid, which is valid, but I also choose to sneak in a bit of the Hollow's energy as well. The biggest shift we see from Hope in The Originals vs the Hope in Legacies is how she tries to hide away her sensitive and intuitive nature. It's something that everyone remarks on when they get to know her, how she's really not what they expected despite her parentage. She's still mischievous and sassy, but there's a softness there that is present pre-Hollow that gets consumed when Hope takes that spirit back into her.

It's not a complete personality shift like when she flips her humanity (though i can argue for days that flipping her humanity isn't a personality shift at all, but that's not the point of this already too-long post). It's also not a conscious thing that Hope realizes is happening to her. But I always think of 2x11 where she's busy trying to figure out what happened with the prison world and she just lops off pothos' wings without blinking an eye. The little girl who secretly used her magic to heal a butterfly's wing wouldn't have jumped straight to that. Yes, she's grown up, yes she's been through trauma, but she also has a remnant of her murderous ancestor completely entangled in her soul.

For better or for worse, it is a part of Hope now, and it's disingenuous to act like it's a separate thing that influences her. It doesn't. Hope made the decision to take the Hollow back into her body, and with that decision comes all the consequences of doing so, even the unexpected ones. So while it might be Inadu's influence, Hope is still very much in control. (Note: This is very much not the case for my Hollow Hope verse, so if you want a more murder hobo version of Hope, you should check out that verse).

[littlestxwitch-blog]

｡･ﾟﾟ* playing with fire❞

WHO: davina claire & klaus mikaelson WHAT: it remains to be seen WHERE: klaus’ studio @niklaus-no-mans-son _________________

If there was one place that the ancestors wouldn’t touch in the French Quarter, it would have to be the Mikaelson Compound. It was far enough away from the source of their power in the city, and it would stretch out their resources in their last ditch attempts to get ahold of her before the deadline for the Harvest passed. But that didn’t necessarily mean that Davina enjoyed being there. With whatever plans the siblings had brewing, Davina was determined to stay out of it, and away from the people who were filtering in and out of the place. The room Rebekah had designated for her wasn’t cutting it, and no matter where she went to hide…someone would find her soon thereafter.

Except for one room.

Listening carefully to see if the person she would be offending was anywhere to be found, the young witch tucked a drawing pad underneath her arm with a bag of some her drawing supplies and tiptoed her way down the hallway – as if that would make much of difference in a house full of people with supernatural hearing.

Sliding through the half cracked open door so she wouldn’t disturb it, Davina let out a soft breath of relief when it was empty…yet perfectly lit. Maybe it was a dangerous game, one that would end with her getting burned, but with the absolute assurance that no one else would enter the room for fear of.who knows what, it was too good of an opportunity to pass off.

So she tried to be as respectful as she could despite entering the room anyway. Tucking herself into one of the chairs in the far corner she sat cross-legged for hours, sketching idly with the charcoal between her fingers.

Until something changed, and she didn’t need to have supernatural hearing to know who had suddenly appeared. 

“I know,” Davina interrupted quietly before he could speak, not looking up immediately. “I just…” The witch didn’t really have an excuse, and briefly she wondered if there was any of the person she had seen in that glade left inside the vampire. “It’s the only place where it’s actually quiet around here.”

Was it possible to apologize without actually apologizing?

[elysianslove]

aNZKNSJDJWN people wanna know my blog??? i guess it was gonna get out at some point but i didn't think it'd be this soon nzuwbjswjdbbe

just a heads up, i haven't been posting much and i probably won't be for a while because i have exams in 2 weeks so um,,, i hope i won't disappoint anyone! it’s @reverees !

also i haven't sent in an idea in weeks so lemme just: pre-canon sukuna with a sorcerer s/o who’s blind. like,,, it's ooc but imagine the dynamic is where he treats her like an equal so she doesn't feel helpless and his appearance doesn't faze her at all: when she asks to feel his face with her hands, he teases her saying is she scared now that she has an idea on how he looks, but then she just kisses all of his four eyes and when she pulls away he’s looking at her with the softest eyes ever,,,

— 💤 anon

see i told you babe,,, people do love your works!!! here you go everyone, this blog is a genuine blessing i love it <3

also omg,,, i’m so fucking Soft for this concept holy shit. just her reaching out to get an idea of what he looks like by feeling his features and he’s frozen in place as she softly traces his face and he’s shivering a little cause,,, he’s kind of overwhelmed by how? lovely this is? 

i will never not love soft!sukuna it’s one of my favorite things to think/write about <3

[serpentclouded-blog]

@kiirikaze  liked  a  s.c. !

         ❝ sorry ,  but  you  look  lost .   do  you  need  any  help ? ❞

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @dryadalismagicae // Lyrian

Oh, great, as if his life couldn’t get any worse. First, he was born into a family where parental guidance, support, and affection were prohibited. Then, he got disowned for repudiating his father’s wishes, and consequently, swerved the lands, forests, meadows, and towns of Faerûn for literal decades, only to wind up in the most deplorable district in Baldur’s Gate. Fortunately, after myriads of years of floundering his way up in the circles of society, he finally managed to clamber out of the mire that was poverty. At last, he could pursue the career he’d always dreamt of. He was a successful bard, member of a talented troupe, he was on his way of making a name for himself. That was, until those tentacled freaks abducted him and shoved a mind flayer parasite in his eye. And, of course, to make matters even worse, the nautiloid, his prison, had been under attack, shot out of the heavens, causing him to plummet to his death. The only twist, however, to his tale, was that he hadn’t died. Not that this predicament was any more desirable: stranded on a beach, all alone and surrounded by a scenery foreign to him, the grove nearby, full of selfish and xenophobic druids and not a single healer to aid him with his ocular malady, and now, this — a deceased dwarf, claiming the elf was some sort of True Soul. Luran had not the faintest of clues what that entailed, and he certainly didn’t want to find out, but his ignorance had antagonised the two humans who’d been desperate to safe their perished leader. (Who on earth would go poking their dense, dull-witted heads in an owlbear liar, while those creatures were notorious for their ferocious nature?)

Fatigued and annoyed, Luran regarded the two humans as they yanked their weapons from their sheaths and pointed the blades at him. Perhaps happening upon the grove and the merchants was a godsend; the longsword he’d obtained there would prove to be his most valuable companion. Still, he didn’t know what he’d done wrong, didn’t fathom the impact of his ignorance. Not that it mattered, for he had no other choice but to eliminate his adversaries — no amount of deceptive rambling could get him out of this hellhole now... Unfortunately, the humans were startlingly and disconcertingly agile and swift, and nicked the exquisite fabric of his attire within mere seconds. A sigh left his lips as he seized the hilt of the sword and swung it at his opponents. The woman ducked, the man did too, but was a tad too slow and the blade drew a deep gash in his shoulder.

Though, the elf had injured him, the man retaliated, the sun reflected in the metal of his own blade, which Luran, craftily, managed to parry by holding the longsword vertically. Unfortunately, this action left his right flank unprotected, which the woman and her mace took advantage of. The blow to his side destabilised him, almost knocking him prone. Some of his ribs cracked under the forceful impact, eliciting a groan of pain from him. Stellar... He tried to ignore the discomfort, which increased with every movement, and lashed out, pivoting around his axis, building up momentum for his longsword, and engraved a cavernous, crimson red cleft right across her face. She sagged, like a burlap sack of flour, on the grass and bled out.

A cry of anguish mingled with grief, pierced his pointy ears before he felt the searing pain of metal penetrating his skin and muscles — his other side. Luran gritted his teeth to muffle a cry of his own, and burrowed his sword deep into the man’s chest. The cultist retracted his blade out of reflex, causing warm blood to ooze out of the wound he’d inflicted. Instinctively, Luran covered it with his hand, applying pressure, and watched how the other fell victim to his wrath.

The commotion, the distinct sounds of a tussle, ebbed away, leaving the high-elf hunched in pain, his injuries aching, throbbing, with two — three — dead bodies lying at his feet. Fan-fucking-tastic...

[kimwexlers-brownhair]

eco-terrorist ,poison ivy ,pamela isley will never be a hero will never get over me surpass the hero KAL-EL,CLARK KENT, SUPERMAN and she your hate humanity and men not welcome to justice league and as long as she doesn't admit and accept bisexual, bisexuality and humantiy for justice league understood scoundrel?

... I think....I've really tried to parse this. Do you mean:

"Because she is an eco-terrorist, Poison Ivy will never be a hero to me, not like Superman. She hates humanity and men, and she would not welcome them to the Justice League. As long as she doesn't accept both her bisexuality and humanity, she can't be in the Justice League. It's understood she is a scoundrel."

...am I close? Gonna assume so!

I agree that I could never see her in the Justice League. Humanity will never be her priority; the environment is. I don't think any Ivy fan even *wants* to see her in the Justice League. It would just be too ooc for our favorite misanthrope. She will probably always fill the technical role of villain in the DC universe, one that is *maybe* inching toward antihero status like Catwoman.

And I for one am fine with that. Let her remain an enemy of law and order. Our current legal system supports the ongoing annihilation of our natural resources, so fuck law and order.

As for accepting her bisexuality, I don't really think that's necessarily the problem. For Ivy, the problem is a) admitting she has feelings for a human at all, and b) coming to terms with the fact that human is her one friend, so if things don't work out between them romantically, she might lose her friend forever. At least that's my interpretation of Ivy in Harley Quinn the Animated Series. In the comics, she's apparently gotten over all that and embraced her romance with Harley.

[honestly, I would like an issue that explores Pam's denial and conflict over falling for Harley; again, not that I think this hippie mad botanist would have any particular hangups over her queerness. Her inner conflict would be rooted (ha tree pun) in genuinely falling for a human at all. Lemme know if I'm mistaken and there is such an issue out there!]

Anyway... I hope I haven't fed the troll too much? Maybe it's just been communications breakdown this entire time? Maybe life itself is a mirage and none of you fuckers are real? I dunno, I'm tired.

[liohart-blog]

@furiousnostalgia replied to your post “awh everyones useful in some way. youre useful because everyone feels...”

Please turn off anon.

(( i’m responding to this one ooc bc for nep i don’t want the option to be there :’) she kinda needs this conflict to build the reality of her circumstances. same reason i broke felide’s block feature: they need conflict to grow and drive them to change, so nep’s going to be unable to turn off anon or block people. so she’s not gonna see this reply ic, sorry for the hassle!

your character is never obligated to engage whenever this stuff comes up, jsyk!

[espercr---archived]

✯ @thistimefeelsnew  ✯

❝ Woah, slow down! What’s going on in my kitchen? ❞ Hope charges in after her, narrowly missing a painful  encounter with the metal service door. She’d seen this woman in her bakery quite a few times over the years, but never could have predicted that their first conversation beyond pleasantries would get this out of hand.  ❝ Y’know-- there was a SIGN back there, it said ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’.  Thought you ought to know, seeing as you barrelled right past it--! ❞

[vicit-vim-virtus]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

From one dilapidated, goblin-invested village to another ancient, goblin-invested stronghold. The elf started to understand why Zevlor and the other tieflings were overrun by feelings of apprehension and desperation; he and his company might’ve been able to pass through these pests and reach the other side unscathed — but let’s not jinx it —, the tieflings would not be so fortunate. All the more reason to eliminate the goblin leaders, and quick — they were already pushing their luck as it was, posing as True Souls with an undying devotion for the Absolute. For the time being, Luran was determined to keep up the charade; he’d obscured his true identity behind myriads of masks before. Granted, those occasions had been on stage, in the safe, comfortable environment of the magnificent theatres in Baldur’s Gate. Moreover, if his deceptions and persuasiveness could aid him, allow him and the others to slither into places they’d otherwise been banished from, and without instigating lethal confrontations, then he was more than willing to draw upon those strengths and facilitate their seeking a solution to rid themselves of the Mind Flayer parasites, coiling inside their heads...

An unpleasant odour permeated the courtyard. The stench greeted him the moment the party passed through the gate. This place reeked of goblins and filth, stenches that made his stomach turn over. With a scrunched up face, and features that pantomimed “revulsion,” the high-elf pressed on, exchanging an ephemeral glance with his horned companion, prior to focusing on the structure. The grey-ish stone walls had seen better days; some had crumbled, or were on the verge of collapse, and the more time elapsed, whilst standing amidst the goblins and soaking in the details of this courtyard, he started to wonder if its original purpose had been that of a courtyard at all. A foyer or grand entrance hall seemed more likely...

The ruins had partially been reclaimed by the green tendrils of nature, which climbed the walls, and covered the balconies — or galleries. Statues had been decapitated, torn down or otherwise carelessly broken in half, and pillars had lost their role as structural support aeons ago.

After one last, rigorous survey of the battered and neglected construction, Luran’s attention was garnered by a man standing on a makeshift stage — and a rather pathetic one at that. It didn’t take long for him to recognise his voice. Grand. The bard they’d warned not to poke his meddlesome nose in goblin business, was now being held captive and forced to entertain the goblins. Well, he made his own bed...

‘What say you?’ Luran spoke to the tiefling sorcerer, a smidge of amusement lingered in his euphonious voice as he regarded the other bard. ‘Shall we leave him to simmer in his misery or rescue him...’ he asked, cringing at the other bard’s attempt to perform a ballad, but horrendously failing to find the right words — or, just words. ‘He does make a dreadful bard — and I’ve encountered many talentless, self-proclaimed bards in my lifetime, so, believe it or not, that’s saying something...’

[serpentclouded-blog]

@skelemask  liked  a  s.c. !

             ❝ Hey ,   that  was  pretty  cool .   Could  you  do  it  again ? ❞