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mmmm.... tom and jerry?
I love the fact everyone immediately ran to ship the rat and the cat so seriously yet silly-ly. honestly we should come up with a ship name.. like... twintails, Or Seth-Doe, or Jath??
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Every person who reblogs this will have a Pokémon egg in their submissions and a few days later a Pokémon will hatch from the egg.
The Pokémon will be submitted based on their blog. It may be shiny or even a legendary. (Have your submissions open and only reblog, likes do not count.)
Save My Family from the War Nightmare in Gaza
Hello
I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaza. I am married to Basma, and we have two children: Joud, who is 3 years old, and Yazan, who is 2 and a half. I am writing to you from the heart of destruction and suffering in palestine
Our lives used to be normal, filled with hope and hard work, until war came and destroyed everything.
Before the war, I worked as a mobile programmer, and my wife was a schoolteacher. We had many aspirations and lived a simple yet happy life, dreaming of a bright future for our children.
The war came and changed everything. Our home was destroyed, we lost our jobs, and we became homeless.
We tried to flee to safer areas in search of security. But safety in Gaza has become nearly impossible. Death and destruction are everywhere, and our children live in an endless nightmare. Opportunities for education and entertainment have vanished, and basic necessities are scarce. We are suffering from poverty and despair.
We are now searching for an opportunity to live in a safe place outside Gaza. However, this is very costly, and we are in desperate need of your support. We want to provide a dignified life and a better future for our children. We believe that humanity and compassion still exist, and that there are those who will respond to our desperate plea.
Every donation, no matter how small — $5 or $10, or 50$ will have a significant impact on our lives. Your contributions will help us cover the costs of travel and living in a safe country. We want to start a new life away from fear and destruction, giving our children a chance to dream and hope again.
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part two to this post!! Everything is gender neutral btw
EDIT: I MESSED UP SOME PARTS ARENT GENDER NEUTRAL I FIXED THEM PLS LEMME KNOW WHEN I MESS UP K THANKS❗️❗️❗️
Imagine...
Continuing from the whole "Cocolia doesn't convict you because she has discovered you are the creator and you must be treated as such" idea...
I believe that in this scenario, Cocolia would actually figure out you are the creator because the stellaron in her head told her so.
As we know, the stellaron has already corrupted her mind long ago. But I think that even the stellaron would be able to recognize the presence of the creator.
And so, the stellaron's plan (that cocolia follows) is to paint the Astral Express crew as criminals, while putting the creator in good graces, and to become their most loyal acolyte. This way, the creator wouldn't want to remove the stellaron.
Bonus idea as well -- imagine that the stellaron mistakes the creator for the creator's child instead. Evidence for this would be the previously mentioned speech patterns in part one, and her weakened presence from being in a human vessel for so long. This would also probably lead both the stellaron and cocolia to think you are less competent than you actually are, to the point of taking her side.
And that is how we ended up here, with you locked in a room that looks like it came straight from a children's play center. Sure, all of the toys and trains and children's books are fascinating... but you want a REAL book. Like... quantum physics or some shit.
While in Cocolia's palace, your actual identity is very much publicized. Soon, you are praised and worshipped all throughout belobog, and you are treated as royalty throughout the palace. Personal attendants, butlers...
You already rapidly recognize that this is going downhill. To make things worse, you are being watched at all times.
And even though the palace staff try to please you, they refuse to give you anything you actually want. So, while locked in your room, you spend time working on your powers.
Now, this next part I think can go one of two ways. One, you realize how to give blessings, and so you bribe the guards protecting you to let you escape out the window, and in return, you gift them with control over an element of their choosing.
You would then sneak out, and escape to the underworld to follow Bronya and the Astral Express crew.
The other way this could go is similar to the first way, but before you could actually bribe the guards, cocolia personally comes to visit you, and tells you all about the stellaron, and the Astral Express crew's evils. From here, you would realize that if you play into cocolia's side and gain her trust, you can escape.
So you would agree with her, lying through your teeth without a hint of your actual dishonesty. You would then admit that through your "divine power", you knew where bronya was, and that you personally needed to save her. I think cocolia would be hesitant at first, but after you explain to her how long you survived the eternal freeze, she reluctantly lets you go.
In the mean time, because your presence had been so publicized, Cocolia did not tell the public of you leaving for the underworld.
It is important to note that in the underworld, the citizens there do not recognize you as the creator. From here, you would follow around the trailblazers and Seele throughout their underworld journeys, however, you probably joined their journey around the time when Stelle, Bronya, and Seele had to go to Rivet Town.
Once you are down in the underworld, I also think that you would probably explain to the party what was happening on the surface. You would paint yourself as "just a normal person", and "not related to the creator in any way". And of course, the party buys it.
... Except Sampo. While in the underground, you would probably become especially close with Sampo. As someone who has snuck up to the surface before, he is well aware of what is happening above. And, if going by the popular theory that he is a part of the Masked Fools, I believe the Masked Fools would be the creator's number 1 followers.
(PS -- I have a post in my drafts right now talking about Sampo in SAHSRAU. I don't know when I'll post that, but I'll link it here when I do)
As such, this organization probably has access to plenty of ancient texts with signs of the creator's return. And as a follower of the Aeon of Elation (who is one of your most devout and open followers), he recognizes pretty much all of the signs in you. Heck, he probably even saw you injure yourself on accident, by a brief scrape on some rocks or something, and blood the color of diamonds and glass came out of the cut.
Even if he is never open about his worshipping of the creator, or his affiliation with the Masked Fools.
I think that after the Svarog incident (in which you were probably working with him on the sidelines, taking a more support role), he would pull you aside and confront you about all of this. Most of it, anyway. Specifically, he would mention the signs, and his awareness of what was happening in the overworld.
And then finally, the big lore drop -- that he believes you are the real creator. Not their child, not a nobody completely unrelated, not an eminator, but the creator themselves.
By this point, I think it's all a game for you. And Sampo is your first winner.
Because of this, I think he'd be the first person you told the real truth to. What Honkai Star Rail was like on earth, and how you are slowly beginning to regain your powers.
From here, I'm not sure what Sampo would do with this information. You can ask him to keep it a secret, but I don't know if he would.
When the group heads back to the surface, you return to the palace with Bronya. I believe that in the case of sucking up to her mother, you probably informed Bronya of everything Cocolia told you before arriving. In this case, you would have to play along with Cocolia in front of her, and Bronya would know its an act.
In the case of bribing guards to escape, you can openly side with Bronya. In both instances, Cocolia locks you in your room again, and takes Bronya to see the stellaron.
Insert Eggman from the snap cube dub saying "*mumble singing noises-* IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDINF AGAIN?!?!?!!"
... I digress.
You wouldn't be released until after the boss fight, when Bronya sets you free and apologizes. She, like the rest of the party, believes you are a normal human, who happened to lose her memories due to fragmented corrosion. That second part was her hypothesis, at least, that seems to become widely accepted.
However, she is now in a sticky situation. She wants to frame Cocolia as a good person, but how will she explain to the people that you are not actually divine? (Even though you are lmao)
She eventually compromises with the "they will still see you as the creator's child, but you will be set free to do as you wish" idea. Of course, you want to go onto the Astral Express, and so, your adventure in belobog ends.
After all, you want a personal view of the upcoming events in store for the trailblazers. :)
The last alternative to all of this would have been to be trapped in cocolia's palace for the majority of the story (so not being released until after the boss fight with cocolia), but that would be boring.
That and cocolia choosing to keep your identity a secret, but that doesn't really make sense to me, because you're a divine being?? Living in what is essentially her home?? Why would you ever shut up about that
A/N: I might write a oneshot with this, detailing the scene where Bronya lets the creator go. I dunno yet though
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I don't really mean for this to sound mean, at all, and this is honestly meant to be a sort of constructive criticism but I've been at my wits end these past few weeks when going through stories of some of my favourite characters because all I've been seeing are characters x reader stories being tagged as so only for them, in the end, to turn out to have been character x oc stories all along. I know some people probably do not care to tag correctly their posts, and some probably do so with the intention of posting them in hashtags that are intentionally misleading for the sake of readership and likes, and whatever not, but Tumblr is not ao3 where you can filter out certain characters or certain tags to clear the search of any unwanted characters or triggers and etc, etc because at its core Tumblr is a blogging platform where certain dedicated people and fandoms post fanfics of their favourite characters, which is why it does not possess such a feature like ao3 in the first place. I understand that new writers, probably, also cannot differentiate between a reader-insert and an actual original character created by them for their stories. But I fear it may be, common knowledge that when someone is specifically looking out for an x reader story they more than likely do not want most of the tag to be filled with people self-inserting themselves in the story through an oc. I know that no reader-insert will ever truly be a reader-insert because there is no way that the person reading the story will ever come close to the personality or appearance that is needed of the reader to make the story work but all I ask, at the very least, is for people to be honest about what kind of story they're putting out there and to not mislead people by posting stories that have nothing to do with the tag that it's been posted under only because it involves the character it's being matched with.
Again, this is only a general criticism, and it's not supposed to target anyone. Also, my main aim is not to be either rude or mean but it's something that's been going on for a while and that has been frustrating me so I felt I had to finally speak up about it.
Also, ps for certain writers, if you don't like using Y/N maybe reader-insert-centered stories are just not for you, because by then naming the reader it automatically makes the story an oc story.
Getting into the habit of drawing again with a little comic about a customer at an old job of mine
an oc x dr ratio commission! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)
based on the requests in my inbox and the commissions i've fulfilled... everyone just want the same thing: to sit on hyv men's laps u/////u and i am in the same boat
I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.
When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
ewewewewew go AWAY!!!! SHOO BITCH
rb if your blog is not at all a safe space for these red flags
(image: dreamsexual, zoophilia, p3d0philia/maps, alt map)
FYI the red-yellow flag is AAM aka adult-attracted minors. Same effects as a MAP.
sketch of my general <3
The sillies
Honkai Star Rail memes to gently wipe the sorrow off my life:
(recently finished the first arc, but there's plenty of memes on the way as I go along)
What people think the life of a cowboy was like back then:
Vs what it was actually like:
(couldn't properly fit the last one in a meme format but whatever 😉)
Sunday x Imaginary Friend!Reader
Summary : He doesn't know what you are, he doesn't know where you came from, but one thing he's certain about is he likes having you around.
Warning : 2.2 Story Spoilers, hurt/comfort, imaginary friend!Reader, slightly yandere!reader time skips, Sunday is lonely, growing up together, injuries, angst, this is somewhat depressing so please proceed with caution, I've warned you, the reader is acting pretty unsettling, uncanny content, alternate ending (?)
Tags : @sharkiethrts (I'm not sure if this is your cup of tea, but feel free to let me know if you feel uncomfortable!)
To be a responsible and doting older brother, taking care of his one and only precious little sister. Poor children being left by their parents at such a young age to survive in this ruthless world.
To be born as a prodigy, raised as a child that is too smart for his own good. To be twisted by this world’s endless bloodshed, in which it made the truthful little boy slowly sculpted to fulfill the dream master's ultimate desire. To be born as a bird with a clipped wing, unable to fly free to truly grasp what freedom is.
Little Sunday's favorite part of the day aside from his playtime with Robin would be bedtime. Times where he gets to rest properly which leads him to the vast and beautiful Dreamland. Here in dreamland, he could meet his one peculiar friend. You.
“Sunday, you came so late today!” You pouted as you crossed your arms in a scolding manner. The little boy laughed nervously as he took a seat beside you. Inside this big playroom filled with building blocks, pillows, and endless bookshelves, he can play with you as much as he wants.
“I'm sorry, the dream master wants me to learn something new and it took me some time with the book before I am able to go to bed…” He fiddles with his fingers as he tries to explain his delay to you.
“It was about…”
“Noo Sunday! We don't talk about studies here!” You stand up from your seat before pulling him with you to an unfinished pile of blocks.
“I was thinking about building a castle! Maybe you should help me with it instead,” You giggled as you picked a large piece of block, handing it to him. He takes it while smiling fondly at you. The both of you indulge yourselves, chatting away as you start to form a tacky looking castle built with unsteady placements of blocks.
You giggled happily at the unsatisfactory castle and you intertwined your small fingers with Sunday's.
“I love it!”
“I think it could be better, I'm not sure why you're so happy about it,” The little boy asked with a confused tone. You turned your face from the castle to his clueless face.
“Because we built it together! And I love spending my time with you, so whatever the result is, I will love it!” He doesn't get your sentiment but he likes seeing your happy face so he smiled.
“I guess that's a reasonable way to love this fragile creation,”
—
Somehow you can appear inside his room the moment he wakes up in the morning. Little Sunday jumps out of his bed, surprised.
“Aren't we supposed to only meet inside the Dreamland?” He asked. You chuckled at his question as if he had only asked a question with an obvious answer.
“Well, but now I'm here, right? Aren't you happy?” You stepped closer to him, your eyes twinkling with happiness. His little wings flutter lightly, thrilled by the fact. He can now meet his friend outside his dreams!
“This is incredible! I can't wait to introduce you to Robin!”
Sounds of light footsteps could be heard outside of his little bedroom.
“Brother, are you okay? I heard screaming!” The boy turned his head to his sister before he beams,
“Everything is great! Look, Robin, meet-” as he turned his face back to you, he was greeted with thin air. Sunday quickly recovers before waving the whole situation off.
“Ah, nothing, nothing, it was just a really exciting dream, that's all!”
—
“Reminiscing again aren't you?” You sat on his work desk as Sunday slowly fluttered his eyes open. Ever since the siblings agreed on sending off Robin to become an idol, spreading the words of harmony, he practically had unlimited time to spend with you. You had grown with him. He is now a handsome young man and you grew to be a beautiful young lady.
“I must tell you that it gets overwhelming at times, the perfect paradise I and Robin had planned. I knew from the start that it wouldn't be an easy path, but it's starting to get too much,” He reached his hand out to hold your hand, only for it to go through your body, as if you're a ghost.
“You'll get through this, I know you will. Aligning with a certain Aeon's beliefs are never futile if you truly believe in yourself,” You jumped down the table to move behind his chair, draping both of your arms on top of his shoulders. He felt nothing. He can feel your strong presence, your loving stare, he knows that you're holding him like a lover would, but all he could feel is the room's cold temperature around him.
“You should get your work done if you want to hold me,” You teased him, earning him a sigh. Sunday knows how abnormal this situation is, but he can't help but to keep indulging himself as you are the only salvation for him in this tiring world. There is Robin, yes, but he has a strong sense of duty to protect her, to veil her from the darkness of the world.
On the other hand, you are always, always there for him. During his lonely nights where he ponders about life or when the dream master's requests start to get too much for him, you're always beside him for him to vent, to cry, to be angry at. You are the only thing that keeps his sanity at bay.
“I suppose you're right,” Sunday continues his work diligently, his flawless handwriting adorning the contract papers scattered around his desk.
“Wait for me in the dreamscapes. I'll be there soon.”
—
Sunday has come back from his trip to look out for Robin. Thank The Harmony, the stray bullet didn't cut through her arteries. His eyes are tired, his head is spinning, and in a few system hours he needs to get back on track with his jobs. The halovian’s first instinct when he gets back is to dive into the dreamscapes. He takes no time to run in your room inside the memory zone. And there you are, sitting all alone on top of your cozy bed. You shoot him a sad smile as you stroke his head as the man immediately buries his face on your lap the moment he gets inside the room.
“Long time no see, Sunday,”
“I can't take this- I can't take this anymore-” The man grips your undergarment so hard, his gloved hands digging on to your skin below the cloth with force. if you are able to feel pain, you'd be wincing uncontrollably.
“The Harmony- they do more harm than peace! Robin, look what happened to Robin while she spread those melodious words of The Harmony to the world, and what happened to her?!” he wails as he lashes on his pent up frustration on you.
The moment he calms down, Sunday looks up to you with his pathetic and tear stained face, only to be greeted with your warm smile.
“It's okay, Sunday, let it all out,” you swiped away the remaining tears on his face.
“I'll always be here for you,”
“Even when I no longer follow The Harmony anymore? It is the foundation of the Penacony, but the dream master had told me- he told me everything, the truth, the key to true happiness– the real way to reach paradise-” he takes his breath before continuing,
“And only The Order can achieve those blissful, selfless goal,”
“But what will happen to you if I no longer follow the path of Harmony? Will I lose you? Will it be like when you completely disappeared before me when we were a child?”
You can see his lips trembling in fear, his head is full of uncertainty. You gently held his face in your loving hands.
“Of course not, Sunday. I love you. No matter what path you choose, I will always be here for you, as long as you need me, as long you are able to remember me, I will never leave you”
—
The last thing he can clearly remember is when the Astral Express had defeated him, he fell down from the sky… and Robin held him midair. Everything felt like a blur and he woke up in a very much familiar playroom. He took a quick scan around the room as he spotted you kneeling in front of a poorly built castle made of playing blocks.
“You're awake, Sunday” You greeted him with a smile. Sunday scoffed at your friendly greeting.
“I have failed miserably. Everything I've orchestrated, all of my beliefs from beginning, they're a mess, the foundation of the perfect paradise, it is all destroyed on a whim. I do not deserve such a warm greeting from you,” Sunday sulks as he hugs his knees. You stand up from your spot to walk to him.
“You haven't failed anything, Sunday,”
“I've failed at everything. Even now I have practically lost my sister, I have nothing else in this world,” the Halovian groans in frustration.
“Maybe for you, you've lost everything. But for me, as long as you're here, I have everything” You sat beside him.
“You're so selfish.”
“Maybe I am. But I don't care. I don't care about anything. I don't care about how the whole dreamscapes crumble in front of my eyes, I don't care about your failure,” You turned your face to him as he is now too, facing you.
“As long as it was made by you, I will always love it. You ARE my perfect paradise, Sunday,”
I don't know, I had finished the new quest and it made me feel things. I'm feeling unwell.
Merventurine Masterpost
a compilation of all my merman aventurine series in chronological order
Part 0: Prequel
Part 1: The merman and lighthouse keeper
Part 2: Doctor's new patient
Part 3: Bath enthusiast
Part 4: Chalk eater
Part 5: Numby the trespasser
Part 6: Outdoor experience
Part 7: Little gay merman with little gay dreams
Part 8: Gift of aventurines
happy mermay fellas!
How the fandom treats Deuce:
VS how the fandom treats Ace:
–i would absolutely worship the ground you work on
and if i write a time travel au where high cloud quintet gets their happy ending–