#v: Into the Coil

[letsjam-art]

a netrunner oc ive played with for like a year, idk if i imagine them as a v or as just a character in the world. i like to imagine them as some follower of techno mysticism and kinda insane lmao. drawing her i think 'what if there was a v that would completely welcome/jump at the chance to either: become incorporeal on the net and or merge completely with an ai personality therefore becoming a new being' but as for changing or taking bits n pieces of the 2077 story and adapting it to a new completely different character who didnt care much for the physical world, im at a loss. i think vs character general story necesitates that they actually care about staying physically alive. but this character is super fun to draw!

[milk-ducts]

I love ur art sm have an amazing day today dear💋💋

SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATE 2 THIS BUT omg,,,, ANON !!! u have officially made my entire week with this message !! like,,, u don't understand ,, this just made my heart feel so warm,, thank u angel this compliment means everything to me <3 i hope the rest of ur day is as bright and wonderful as u made mine <333

[hatredcurse]

⛓ [ArrangedMarriage] — Hashirama and Mito || @senjufound

During such a turbulent period of militant struggles and noble establishment, marriage into a high clan was often a princess' dream. Oh, how girls would scuttle about within the hidden chambers hiding about the pagoda of their fathers' estate, whispering and giggling to each other about which high lord they would take. It's a behavior encouraged by their affluent mothers and equally smitten elder sisters who experience such luxury all the same.

Princess Mito, hailing from a family rather exclusive to the coast. Their rapturous weather and strict shrine-like culture didn't participate in high society quite like their sister clans did. Often would the matriarchs and mistresses within the lord's chamber travel to allied lands under the Daimyo control and host these tea ceremonies, serving a location for unrestricted gossip. Mito's mother was one of many that did such things. Mito herself, not so much.

At young age, while the eldest of many Uzumaki daughters, was born under an important star. A divine appointment granted by the heavens to imbue her with immense strength, resolve, and most importantly, duty to manage the affairs of the preternatural; the unknown, the living, the dead, and the beastial.

As her sisters would dress in elegant, restricting kimonos. White powder on their faces, their eyebrows plucked thin, and their long, burgundy hair wrapped painfully into a crown, Mito only participated in such formalities on the occasional important holiday or pinnacle event. Immensely blessed and full of heart to see her sisters enjoy their eloquent lives, Mito, herself, was equally happy attending her many duties as High Priestess.

Everything was written in the cards for her: hone her technique, build an immense spiritual foundation, creating the Grand Barrier, and seal all the demonic forces ravaging the land to ruin in the world. It was a perfect plan set into motion the moment she had turned 17.

However, those incredible, awe-inspiring talents were the same abilities that would land her in the spotlight where even her sisters did not shine— right into the watchful, calculating gaze of the Senju High Lord.

Thinking that she could easily decline such advances and pass along the duty to one of her many sisters ( those of which were more than happy to marry into one of the strongest, military shinobi clans at the time ), her father declined her refusal. The Senju Lord was strict on the conditions and would not allow substitute: it was Mito Uzumaki, or nothing at all.

Enraged by the contractual agreement, Mito spat in the face of her father, denouncing him and his merits as Lord Patriarch of Uzushio. Refuting any and all goodwill he may host for their land and its preservation. Unfortunately, all these criticisms fell on deaf ears.

Within the fortnight, Mito was packaged up in the same ornamental gowns that ought to be dressed on her sisters, her hair twisted in beautiful sacred braids with all the golden pins and talismans that as Shrine Maiden should never be without. Her eyelids shine with a deep, jade green with her lips painted a dark cherry rouge. With any luck, she was granted one female attendant for her travels and comforts; a meek young girl who could no more than squeeze her mistress' hand and affirm that this was only a meeting visit and that if his lord does not see fit, then she'll sooner be returning back to the Land of Whirlpools than she could blink.

Not exactly the words that she wanted to hear, but she won't dispirit the girl for trying.

At the Senju gates, their white-golden Palanquin lowered before the brooding iron doors, yawning open upon their arrival. The attendant was out first, opening the door for her highness, along with ensuring her outfit slipped out beautifully with not a detail out of place.

Once out, Mito did not bow, instead waited to for whoever to come towards her and lead her inside.

[ophierian-vp]

[softal0]

guys i probably am coil’s #2 lover

i got overwhelmed in vrchat BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I WAS TALKING ABOUT HIM.

i swear im gonna be a menace to coil mains not because i will kill them or annoy them I WILL BE SO PHYSICALLY CLOSE TO THEM

[let-the-love-tear-us-apart]

TELL ME IM ALIVE

[cpirits]

"Why are you doing this? I thought..." (Johan to Haou -- random ask just because I'm curious to how this would work >:D)

He looked at Johan, glaring from his place up high, where plebians couldn't dare reach. Legs crossed as he sat, part of him wanted to kick out at the bluenette, how dare he question what he didn't--couldn't understand. What a whiny bitch.

A smirk rose to cold lips, and he reared forward to leer from his seat on the massive obsidian throne. "Why not?" He replied curtly before sitting back straight and fixing his cape on his shoulders.

"Do you want something from me hmm?" Suddenly standing, his boots shimmered in the dim light that beheld the room, gold trim catching in Johan's eyes as Haou descended the stairs above and came to stand level with the other.

"You don't get to think here."

-- ( @kitxkatrp )

[thehottestbastardhere]

およげ！たい焼きくんが大好きです

[liesandbrokenhearts]

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya essentially being an amalgamate of other people's traits per the Enigmata followers, and CANONICALLY at that, gives me too much power. This is the greatest thing I will ever enact on a muse.

Damn fucking right I'm giving him the option of moving like Arlecchino's boss form. If I feel like it he could also have Blade's idle with either his ice cutlass or scimitar, just with a little move movement in it.

Also Xilonen's rollerblades idle because sometimes I like to see him happy.

[veritable-trash]

warning! this is about to be a rant post ramble below the cut about my life, fanfic writing, and other bullshit and is kinda personal so if you aren't interested it's ok! but you've been warned! weary tumblr travelers beware!

i tried to sit down tonight and write some fanfic because i've just had such a want to write fanfic for so long and literally just nothing came out of my brain. like i am actively!!!! thirsting over a multitude of fictional little guys and yet my brain is like lol no. it's just frustrating because i miss being creative in this way and like getting to write about these things and now everytime i try to write something it just feels beyond clunky and weird and not well put together and i hate it!!!! especially cause i've been reading such amazing fanfic lately that has been so inspiring because the writers on here are so kick ass!!! and like i remember how much fun it was to write my little stories and fantasize about my little guys and put all that together and i just don't have it in me even though i want to so bad! UGH CURSES YOU UNWILLY GODS!

also just like my anxiety has been so out of wack recently and like somedays i just sit and breathe and have to be like there is literally no reason for you to be anxious right now and my body is like but we are and i'm like yes but we don't have to be and my body is like but we are and i'm like YES but we DON"T HAVE TO BE and the rage cycle continues and i'm just like why the FUCK can't i get a grip on my shit right now

also i'm trying to start dating again and like being back on dating apps feels so weird and like clunky and i forgot how shy and nervous i get when like feelings and romance and other yucky shit like that is involved like i literally feel like an 8 year old boy saying ew cooties sometimes like i'm a full grown woman in her twenties somebody call the intimacy police on me! i just like sometimes still feel so immature when it comes to dating and intimacy and i can really leave me feeling really fragile and unsure and i am really bad at handling those types of emotiions

ok anyways will be shutting up now i just like need to scream into ze void for a moment cause i'm just feeling a bit tender today and the feelings have been a lot and well why the fuck not ok anyways anyone who has read all the way to here firstly wow big hug for you secondly i hope you have a lovely day <333333 ok bye

[hatredcurse]

The Senju reclined against the tree, an air of tranquil amusement adorning her countenance. Her lips curled into a languid smirk as she observed the Uzumaki 'princess' through half-lidded eyes. “At times, I find myself unsure how Hashirama managed to talk with you in the first place,” she wondered out loud. “It is as if... I struggle to find the words...perhaps I should refrain from further speech.” || @annienne

This Senju, intrepid as she was, made no effort to disguise herself this time. The Uzumaki Heiress held such a expansive radius of awareness ( and at times this Senju would be bold to attempt through it unnoticed ) that she could not evade her ever-watchful nature.

" He doesn't, " Mito's airy princess tone fell way to her natural soft speech; languid like gentle waves, " he only initiates when deemed important and keeps quiet when it has no place for him. You should know better than most how he behaves. "

Painted-lips curled upwards, amused at Touka's boldness, " speak your mind. I can tell it aches you not to forebear your austere honesty, my commander. "

[ophierian-vp]

[cannonfullofcanons]

         He'd expected this. This isolation, the silence. Actually, he'd moreso expected the repentance cell, but this wasn't much better. At the last moment, just before he was to be escorted to that dreary ivory tower to await his end, Yamamoto had overturned the sentence. For reasons unbeknownst to him, in an act the former Captain couldn't truly comprehend, he was spared the gallows and instead escorted to a cell in the First Division barracks. It was laughable, how pathetic this was. How pathetic he was. All his planning, all that time spent earning Aizen's trust - only for it to all go up in smoke. Now here he sat, in a solitary cell, with guards who refused to even remain in the room with him, lest he try to manipulate them into releasing him.

         For the first time he could remember, he was truly alone. But it wasn't really so bad, was it? Rangiku was still safe. The Soul Society continued to operate. His plan hadn't succeeded, but his failure hadn't led to the deaths of those he tried to protect. So was it even really a failure?

         Of course it was. He'd waited too long. If he'd struck sooner, if he'd been faster--

         Gin raises his head, brows lifting in curiosity. Footsteps, just beyond the door, muffled voices he can't make out; a presence he can just barely detect. The restrictions Yamamoto had placed on him left him barely able to use his Shinigami powers at all, but he had enough left to him to know when someone was coming. He hadn't had a visitor in two weeks; who could be coming to chastise him now?

         He sincerely hoped it wasn't Rangiku. He wasn't sure he could face her.

[cpirits]

(( THERE'S ALWAYS A DOWNSIDE ++ @soundingstars said: [ ❛  you  owe  me  a  dinner .   a  very  nice  dinner .  ❜ ]

He had been cleaning his glasses as they were putting away and folding laundry, lint flying everywhere. A pink brow lifted and he replaced his black rimmed glasses on his nose.

"I do now? I thought we were a team? How does this look?" Kimizuki was joking a little, he'd always dote on his boyfriend, and he loved to see Yoichi smile. Folding a few shirts, he hummed to himself. "Tell you what, we get this done and you can have me for the rest of the night, hmm?"