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[sseriousnesss]

Intro post.

[pt: Intro post. :end pt.].

Good-fucking-morning. Cutting straight to the point here, this is a serious blog. Please do not tag us or talk to us about anything ‘silly’ or not serious. If you want to, please check out our main @cherishedverses. [pt: Good-fucking-morning. Cutting straight to the point here, this is a serious blog. Please do not tag us or talk to us about anything ‘silly’ or not serious. If you want to, please check out our main @cherishedverses. :end pt.].

individual intros are here. [pt: individual intros are here. :end pt.].

-I AM SAM. [pt: -I am Sam. :end pt.].

-I AM CANCELLED.

[pt: I am Cancelled. :end pt.].

Please check our DNI on our main blog.

[pt: Please check our DNI on our main blog.].

We are alters in a system. Please respect that.

[pr: We are alters in a system. Please respect that. :end pt.].

We may post about intrusive/violent thoughts. These will be tagged as #RIP THEIR FUCKING ORGANS OUT. We will MOST DEFINITELY post about triggering topics. Please ask to tag these topics.

[pt: We may post about intrusive thoughts. These will be tagged as #RIP THEIR FUCKING ORGANS OUT. We will MOST DEFINITELY post about triggering topics. Please ask to tag these topics. :end pt.].

Tagging system and userboxes under cut.

[pt: Tagging system and userboxes under cut. :end pt.].

#THE A IN AWARNESS STANDS FOR ANGER. -Awareness posts.

#DONT YOU JUST WANNA SCREAM? -Anger posts.

#RIP THEIR FUCKING ORGANS OUT. -Intrusive/violent thoughts posting.

#BLOOD DRIPPING FROM MY TEETH. -Userboxes, coining posts, alterpacks, and more.

[pt:

#The A in awareness stands for anger. -Awareness posts.

#Dont you just wanna scream? -Anger posts.

#Rip their fucking organs out. -Intrusive thoughts posting.

#Blood dripping from my teeth. -Userboxes, coining posts, alterpacks, and more.

:end pt.].

[shapa-likes-art]

@ezzylryb this is so you know how tagging a person is like on Tumblr lol

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Feel free to try out how reblogging works and type a response ✨

[thatgenderlessentity]

Blog update

Hi, I'm sorry this blog has been mostly inactive for a while now. I haven't been passionate enough about any pieces of media to make incorrect quotes this year. I feel bad not posting but I also feel bad just reblogging posts, from my dashboard or from my dafts, without making any of my own.

[stormofstarlight]

CHARACTER CREATION TIP:

You can improve ANY character by making them TRANSGENDER

[wolfye]

“Look at the stars in the big black ink,

tell me what you feel and tell me what you think,

is it cold outside?”

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[tollboothnoodles]

@onenicebugperday

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[dvcky-duck]

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[thenthereisthisstuff]

scoopin out the rest of the brainrot like it's soft serve, soon I'll be free

[glittergroovy]

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[swannieluv]

｡ﾟ･The Bold Mendacity - 1. Second life, second chance

✦⸼࣪⸳ As you met death, the waters of truth make its way towards you with the blessing of a second life. Can you be happy this time?

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐆.𝐈 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 <3

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐜: 1.6k

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Mentions of child abuse (?) and death.

✦⸼࣪⸳𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨: ♡

✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: Finally the first (officially) chapter! I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. <3

Second life, second chance

Death. The act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.

That's the most common definition given to that word. Yet you slowly woke up in the midst of a sea of darkness. There wasn't any pain, it was more like a peaceful drowning.

Some of your memories were playing around in bubbles. Events like your first word, your first time meeting the Hydro Archon and the Iudex, and your death.

The night you were born was also there. A stormy wind was making windows clap like crazy and things got carried by the wind. Your biological mother had just gotten rid of you, throwing her baby inside a lake on the outskirts of Fontaine and running away.

The Hydro Archon was also there in the bubble, staring at your newborn self with a smile on her face. Confusion plagued your mind, since you thought she had never actually interacted with you outside formal events.

But now you understood, she had been the one to take you out of the water. For some reason, no one had ever told you that during your fifteen years living in the Temple of Aestas.

You couldn't bring yourself to like her, she was just a reminder that your freedom had been cut as she found you. To save a nation whose only person who would stand still is its goddess, that was why you were brought into this word. Maybe that was why she felt the need to save a baby, because they were useful.

Except that fate made a mistake. You were never the real Child of the Prophecy, the people from Fontaine only mistook you for the date you opened your eyes to the world and their archon's actions. In the end, the real one was born and you hadn't even the chance of meeting them.

You subconsciously extended a hand to touch the bubble. It popped instantly, causing a feeling of slight lightheadedness.

“Is this what dying feels like?”  Your thoughts were being twisted as the water pushed your body down. The quietness of the place was causing a sense of uneasiness, there wasn't anything there.

“So here you are…”

You heard a serene, divine-like voice coming from above you. The sound was so familiar, yet you couldn't recall where you first heard it. But the person sounded as refreshing as the rain on a hot summer afternoon.

“I thought it would take longer until the other one was born, I'm glad it happened now.”

The woman who was talking to you had a warm presence. Her face was blurred in your mind, as if she had intended it to be.

You tried to speak. Your mouth opened and bubbles came from it, as if silencing the words never spoken.

“You did it well,” A pair of hands grab your wrists and pull your figure closer “Thank you, my child.”

“I hope you enjoy the second act I prepared just for you.”

And with that, the stranger gave your forehead a kiss. That action felt just like a maternal embrace, something that you only got from one person along your whole life.

Then, the woman disappeared from your view.

The water around you started to look fake, like a limbo. Suddenly, the place you were in disappeared and the only thing that could be felt was your heartbeat.

You breathed and cried. It was just like coming out and breathing after a long time underwater.

But the sobs that left your mouth were too high pitched for a teenager.

Rain was the first thing you noticed. It was storming heavily, shaking all the leaves and making a rustling sound. Never in the past had you witnessed a storm so violent as that.

In your field of vision were also marble pillars and statues. The majority of them depict the image of the Hydro Archon. The buildings surrounding them had some lights coming from inside the chambers, it looked like a temple.

It brought bad memories from when you used to live in the Temple of Aestas, one of the four principal temples in the nation, and spent your whole life worshiping the Goddess of Justice and being worshiped.

A bad taste came to your mouth as you thought about it. You decided to just shrug it off.

Maybe it was just a dream, a postmortem hallucination or even an ascension to Celestia. But the scenario was too ordinary and shabby to be the residence of the gods.

“Waaaa–” You tried to speak, but only cries came out from your mouth. Then you tried to move your head to the side.

You were getting soaked and that was when your situation became clear: You were alive once again.

The urge to bawl your eyes out again was really strong, and that's what you did. It was like fate was punishing your sins even after your demise. Was being a fraud that bad? You didn't want to deceive a whole nation, yet it happened anyway.

Your sobs subsided as soon as the sound of something moving around the bushes was heard. Shivers went down your spine. A boar? A Hillichurl? A person? What could it be?

“I think I've heard something…,” A female voice met your ears. A small dot of light could be seen in the dark woods, most likely someone with a lamp. “Hello?”

Unexpectedly, a melusine came out of the forest. Her body had a contrast of blue and lilac, and she was wearing a blue uniform while carrying an umbrella. She looked down at the small cardboard box you were left in.

'Oh, one of the Marechaussee Phantom. It's strange to see her here.' You blinked twice at the strange presence.

“Poor one…” She took the box in her small arms and examined it looking for any name or evidence. Nothing was found.

“Oh, I'll take you to the Temple! They'll know what to do!”

She ran rapidly through the rain to the inside of the building. It was a lot different from the one you lived as a child. The melusine knocked on a big wooden door before opening it.

Inside the room was a woman dressed in a classic Fontainean religious outfit. She had dark brown hair cascading from his shoulders.

“Veleda? What's the hurry late at night?” She looked confused at the presence of the melusine. They must already know each other.

“I found this small human outside in the temple's garden while patrolling. Do you know anything, Sister Dora?” Veleda handed the box over to her. Sister Dora seemed to be one of the devotees here.

'In which one of the other three temples am I? It certainly isn't the Temple of Aestas.' You were still drenched from the storm. And as a baby, it was very much risky to stay so.

“I'll talk about this with the rest later.” The woman looked at you with a concerned expression. “I don't know how many hours they spent out in the cold, so I should hurry up on warming them. Thank you for finding this child, Veleda.”

“It was my pleasure to help!” The melusine bid her farewells and left you alone with sister Dora.

In the room you were brought into, the fireplace was getting hotter every second. You had your clothes changed and put in a small crib with a few blankets to warm your tiny frame up. The sound of rustling didn't stop, the rain was getting more and more violent.

It was relieving after such a long time in the cold.

'Living as a baby with full awareness… Yet not being able to do anything,' The only thing your baby body could do was look up. You couldn't even turn to the side yet. 'How wonderful.'

The woman had left you alone for a few minutes to look for any soft food a baby could eat.

Knock knock.

A soft knock caught your attention. The door slightly opened and dark blue hair could be seen from the other side. When the person noticed no one was inside the room, they entered and closed it.

'Hm?' You blinked twice, it was a girl. She didn't seem to be older than seven and was carrying a small wooden sword. Her clothes were soaked from head to toe.

From behind both of you, sister Dora appeared again holding a tray with a plate mashed potatoes and a bottle of milk.

“Clorinde! So here you are!” She left the tray on a table and went to the child with a worried look. “Everyone in the south part  was looking for you! Do you know how risky it is to stay outside in a weather like this?”

She grabbed one of the unused towels she had picked for you and started to dry Clorinde's hair. Her face didn't show much emotion and her eyes were sharp for her age.

“Sorry, I wanted to train a bit more…” She left the training sword leaning against the wall and then looked at you.

“A baby, really?” She pointed at the crib you were in “Are they going to that orphanage too?”

“Oh, no. Our partnership with that place ended last year.” She left the towel with Clorinde and went back to you.

Sister Dora walked to you and took your small body in her arms. Her embrace was almost maternal and safe. You started to tear up at her action.

'Maybe it’s not a punishment from above, but a second chance? Maybe I can finally be happy in this life…'

[queerbauten]

Another sporadic reminder not to misgender Blixa’s transgender son, bitte

[allovesthings]

I'm just gonna say it, I'm not that optimistic about James Gunn's the brave and the bold and maybe that's just because I love Dick.. He said he was inspired by Morrison's run as Batman with Damian as Robin but the main appeal of that specific era, as in Morrison with Damian as Robin was that it was a DickBats story. it wasn't Bruce under the cowl, it was Dick and the dynamic duo was reversed.

Morrison did write Bruce as Batman but not with Damian. Tim was still his Robin and then Bruce "died" was sent back in time.

So I'm worried. It feels like we are giving the storyline of another character to Bruce and I don't necessarily like that ? Because Bruce has so many more stories to take from, stories with Damian as Robin.

Unless they are doing Batman Inc ? I hope not either.... I kinda hate the entire concept.

Also Morrison retconned Talia to be a rapist and that just doesn't sit right with me. Let's hope he doesn't take that part of the story.

[honeysickledream]

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, piss kink (briefly talked about), brief alcohol consumption, hookups, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex (?), reader is referred to as 'Pet' one (1) time | lmk if i missed anything

pairing: John(ny) 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader(no physical descriptions) w/c: ~451 a/n: inspired by all the johnny piss kink stuff lately, and this shirt | the smutty bits are all brief fyi

You and Johnny had a harmless hookup last night to release tension after a particularly stressful mission. You'd had a light beer each while the rest of the 141 drank a bit more heavily across the empty bar, shooting pool while watching whatever game was playing softly.

Soap complained about not having been laid in forever (two weeks) and you parroted his complaint which somehow led to Soap naked in your bed, stroking his hard and leaking cock as you sat on his face, his tongue eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt. The night became a wonderful, exhausting blur after he made you cum on his tongue twice:

He fucked you roughly from behind with a bruising grip on your hips. He'd bent you over the desk and laid you flat out on your old couch, and there was a faint carpet-burn on your ass from when he'd fucked you on the floor, though you weren't sure if it was the first or second time that gave you the burn. While the two of you showered together (or tried to) he mused unendingly about you getting on your knees, gagging on his cock and swallowing every last drop of his cum. When you offered to make it a reality, he told you 'Some other time, pet'.

He'd fallen asleep in no time, star-fished on your bed as you slept snuggled into his side. When he woke you up at some ungodly hour to tell you he needed to leave, you batted at his face as a way to say goodbye, and promptly fell asleep again, only to wake up a few hours later to heavy knocking at your door. You rushed out of bed, tripping over your boots and nearly faceplanting into your dresser, and pulled on the first shirt and pair of sweatpants you could find.

It was Johnny at the door with two cups of coffee from your favorite shop and a plastic to-go bag hanging from his wrist. Those annoyingly charming blue eyes of his widened when he looked down at your shirt, his lips pulling into a wide grin.

"Not goin' for subtlety, hm?" he asked and you looked down, pulling the front of our shirt out to read the black print.

Your shirt read 'I rode faces I should've pissed on'. You stumbled over yourself as you tried to explain that you had a habit (one that sometimes bit you in the ass) of buying shirts that made you laugh or were absolutely absurd, and he listened patiently while he laid out the breakfast bagels, coffee, and bottles of water.

When you were done rambling, he tossed you one of the water bottles and suggested with a wink that you to get to hydrating. It didn't escape you notice when he adjusted the front of his pants, eyes trained on you as you quickly drank the water. What harm could there be in a little...exploration, especially if it was with Johnny?

[simply-ask-games]

wholesome asks because it’s that time of the year again (seasonal depression)!

Sun: what’s something that’s an everyday part of your life that reminds you of how beautiful the world is?

Moon: Give yourself a genuine compliment. right now.

Stars: Something in your room that makes you smile :)

Mercury: Describe happiness using each of the five senses

Venus: What’s a song that always makes you dance, even if just in your head?

Earth: Something that always reminds you of a loved one?

Mars: Something you did well today!!

Jupiter: What’s the first thing you think of when you see the word ‘pretty?’

Saturn: Name 5 very cute animals!

Neptune: How do you prepare your comfort food?

Pluto: Name three things you’re proud of yourself for doing across these last few months!

[orderofthespunsilk]

Skooma Baby #14 has a heart on their butt ♡