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[flosprati]

"That is very idealistic, Tobias" she told him honestly, she was all for idealism, but there was only so much idealism she could take. There were things she could do without people finding out, but she was also hyper aware of how careful she had to be to ensure that she did not bring shame to her family, especially with how recently they had joined the Ton in comparison to others. "Yes, facing things as I am, but I also know I must be careful, so it's a double edged sword" she admitted with a sigh, "Well would it truly be high society if it weren't the case? After all everyone here wears a mask of their creation" the snobbery was also a mask, the way that they all judged each other with fake smiles and backhanded compliments, it was all too much sometimes.

“No, but maybe its something that we should all learn.” It was idealistic and he knew that he just did what he wanted and had gotten away with it for so long that he was under the assumption that it would always be something he could get away with. “Facing things as you are,” he repeats humming a little bit in approval of it. “I like that. Maybe we should all do that. Everyone here wears the same perfect mask, the social graces all there and snuffing out who everyone really is.”

[invoncible]

Ooo, I'm in love with how you write stuff for the series

Could I have something with a viltrumite reader that acts kinda like Beerus from dbz? Like she's all ready to have the plan be set in place but once she has a bite of the earth's most favorite comfort foods. She's suddenly all up for Earth's freedom

Like she'll fight off Nolan to keep her favorite donut shop from being put to rubble cause she make delicious cute animal shaped donuts

I'm not sure who you write for so you can do it for whoever you like

NOLAN GRAYSON & viltrumite!reader

— first time writing for the big man also idk if you wanted it to be like a relationship thing but i kept it kinda neutral

— trying to get through all these requests bear with me 😭

dubbed the 'god of destruction' by your own people was an impressive achievement, considering the average viltrumite was a higher being with a need for slaughter. your reputation preceded you, making you the perfect candidate to oversee the occupation efforts on earth.

you were sent alongside nolan to take the planet in the name of the viltrum empire. your ship crashed on that beach, and within minutes, a monster started to attack.

"not gonna help?" nolan hummed under his breath playfully. as if he needed help.

you didn't bother to respond—couldn't care less about the kaiju, more interested in what made this planet a topic of interest to your people. you flew into the city behind the shores, ignoring the screams of surprise below you as you touched down onto the roads and toppled a few cars onto their side.

you stalked into a nearby sweet shop, opening the door with such force it fell off its hinges.

you scoffed. "just how weak are you people?" you muttered, tossing the door to the ground.

the entire shop froze, unknowing if you were a superhero they haven't heard of or the last thing they'd see before death. you walked up to the counter, intrigued by the aromas wafting from the kitchen in the back.

"you. what is this?" your eyes drifted down to the steaming, sweet smelling treats underneath the glass.

the attendant trembled behind the till. "uhm... donuts?"

"give me one."

you were promptly handed a little baggie with a cute pink design on it, two glazed warm donuts safely packed inside. you ate one in two bites and unlocked a new level of happiness.

"this is good." you nodded as if you were performing a professional assessment. "kind of worthy of your meaningless lives."

"huh—?"

"don't worry about it," you waved the attendant off and left the store, flying to where nolan just finished cleaning up that kaiju. "want one?"

nolan raised his eyebrow. "looks cheap."

"i got it for free." you shrugged, offering the baggie to him. "i don't want to get rid of this planet anymore."

nolan's eyes narrowed. "it's barely been an hour."

"okay. and?" you swiped your fingers in the bottom of the baggie, colleting the sugar icing and licking your fingers clean. "what are you going to do, fight me?"

if you were to go up against nolan in a full fight he might give you some trouble, but in the end... you'd win.

he sighed. "i bet everything you'll change your mind."

"yeah, okay." you rolled your eyes, crumpling the bag and tossing it away.

in the next instant, you both turned to the sound of a helicopter touching down on the sand. a tiny man with a red tie jumped out of it, walking through the carnage with a surprising amount of indifference.

"littering is a criminal offense," he said, eyes darting down to the paper buried in the sand. "could have you fined for that."

"who are you?" nolan's voice was booming, and you snickered beside him. he always did that thing where he made himself sound more intimidating when going up against an unknown enemy.

"cecil stedman." he introduced himself. "you guys don't look like you're from around here."

nolan droned on and on about the cover story you memorized, how viltrum sent you two on behalf of the world betterment committee, and blah blah blah.

"okay," you put a hand on nolan's shoulder and tugged him away from the tiny old man. "let's go explore. there's gotta be more stuff like this." for the first time in your life, you were actually ... looking forward to something?

"wait—!" cecil yelled out, but was blown away by two sonic booms. he grunted in frustration and quickly retreated to his helicopter. back at the GDA, he reviewed the footage of his meeting with the two new players on his field.

"heart rate is elevated." donald informed him.

"yeah, i don't believe it for a second. 'world betterment committee?'" he scoffed a laugh. "talk about fairytale."

"and the other one, sir?"

cecil quirked a little smile as he caught the moment where you picked the baggie off the sand and tossed it in a bin. "nah, i think that one's okay. just keep them entertained and fed, and i think we've got a serious ally on our side."

© invoncible

[stankrhodes]

[snuffbutch]

butch getting fucked while still wearing their own strap on harness >>>>>

[warrmonger-archive]

list of heidegger's friends:

president shinra (dead)

scarlet (one sided)

powerwash guy

[daring-detective]

there’s a lot of character stuff i’d love to write / explore when it comes to dick . like . . . pre - robin / freshly orphaned . vampire king . robin year one . post - blockbuster death . spyral . crutches &. renegade . retired old man ( beyond , not kingdom come ) . batman . ric grayson ( or as i like to call him in the rewrite that exists only in my head , johnny ) . i love this guy he’s got so much going on at any given time i’m putting him in a blender

[flosprati]

"It truly could be one or the other" she told him with a small smile. She loved buying sweets, but she was also aware that there was likely a limit on how many sweets she could eat before she became ill, but whatever she didn't eat, she could always save for a later time. "Well I was always told to tread carefully, but in my mind whatever I cannot eat in the moment, I may be able to save for later" but she was certain that his impulsivity seemed to stem from something most gentleman tended to naturally have, more opportunity to make ill advised choices and not truly suffer consequences because of them. "A twin you say, that means I should be on the look out for another individual with your same face who will not know me if I approach them?" she asked, she'd never met a person with a twin before. But she could only imagine that it had to be a special bond, to always have a constant companion as you trekked through life. She found herself laughing when he explained that his twin was not around therefore a stranger would have to indulge his sharing tendencies. "Well at the very least I can tell you my name, I'm Lady Catherine Braye" she offered.

"No?" He asked, a teasing smile growing on his face, "perhaps you have been spending time with the wrong people! Or perhaps I am simply a terrible influence. I have the unfortunate experience of living most of my life with a twin brother to encourage and indulge all of my best and worst ideas - it has made me far more likely to pursue things that are brilliant, even if they are ill-advised!"

Perhaps it was too forward of him, to offer to share food in this way. The rules around London were harder than back home - being an heir who needed to act properly was very different to being a local noble maintaining relationships with the people around their lands. As he had alluded to, however, knowing something was not proper had never altered his behavior before. "Another outcome of growing up a twin I am afraid, I have become far too used to sharing. Not doing so would simply not feel right to me! As Nate is not here for me to share with, a young lady I haven't officially met will have to do!"

[miscedefined]

hello! this is miscedefined, a miscecanis / omegaverse blog run by @mawchine. (it/its.)

inspired by blogs such as @omegai and @omegarchive , this blog is meant to "define" niche misceverses and help provide clarification on what certain omegaverse terms might mean! this is not meant as some unequivocal definition on what a 'verse is, just some suggestions on what it might mean.

i also hope to make a carrd to catalogue terms, but that's a project for much later. i'll try to post once or twice a week, at least.

[stankrhodes]

akaashi who has been dating kuroo but is sick for a few days in university and realizes he is also dating kenma and bokuto.

[snuffbutch]

the gender neutral bathroom is for taking topless pics 😇 i promise

[warprotocol]

❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞

✎ㅤ…ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

"oh come now-" he coos, disguise waning despite his best efforts. to her ( though perhaps not anymore ), he'd been nought more than another survivor. a strange sort, sure - but a survivor none-the-less. one of many skilled or lucky enough to have survived the onslaught of bioweapons that had ravaged the world. unlike the men and women she'd know, however, he was different.

a man willingly placed in the thick of it - an old-soldier, ex military-dog turned consultant for the highest bidder. once upon a time, he'd made his money in weapons - the only difference now was that they were biological. still, he'd had to keep up appearances; his official title - 'military advisor'. there for 'safety', he'd said.

of course now, she'd know otherwise. the serpent neath his skin watching her through the hazel hue of his gaze, his smile - a hiss. she'd questioned him once she'd suspected something foul and quickly enough, she'd seen through the veil.

"you and i have more in common than you may think-" he advances, a threat in his step "there's so much for us to discuss"

his words stretch his lips into a smirk, his brow arched- despite her insistence, he speaks as if he holds all of the cards and as if he's even more to show. "of course, with that attitude of yours...it may be a little hard-"

she'd surely see him closer now - perhaps between the gaps of fluttering lids and blurred vision - the ex-soldier holding a vial before him, a slanted smile taking his expression.

"so, you'll excuse me if i may have slipped you some...encouragement." she had played former cop when she'd questioned him one too many times of his intentions, now it was his turn to interrogate - and oh, the fun he'd have with her.

[aeternxm-aa]

❝ what? no, c'mon - ya got this down easily! it ain't a hard dance, i saw it on uh, what's tha' app called? somethin' about clocks - i dunno. but listen, we ain't even gotta record it, just.. yanno, get a feel for it! let loose, have some fun! ❞

/ open

[warrmonger-archive]

" What the fuck was it all for? "

UNSEEN  WAR.

A  collection  of  angst  prompts  that  delve  into  the  struggles  of  soldiers  facing  PTSD,  survivor’s  guilt,  and  the  lingering  scars  of  war.  Themes  of  mental  health,  trauma,  substance  abuse,  suicidal  ideation,  hypervigilance,  combat,  loss,  identity,  and  alienation.  Feel  free  to  add  your  own  edits  as  wanted  or  needed

heidegger's immediate thought is of all of the speeches he's ever given. when he'd rallied troops, or hell, himself - he'd said that what they were fighting for was 'the greater good', the 'benefit of the company', honour in their homes, their loved ones.

why did any man go to war? because he was brave, noble? - or because a big shot suit sent him there?

heidegger had been on both sides.

fighting side by side with your brothers in arms would have one think that they were righteous - that they were fighting for their friends, comrades they'd consider their family. a man could comfort himself with the knowledge that the hand to have pulled that trigger did so to protect another. nightmares could be quelled with the soft suggestion that if it weren't them dead, it'd be us. the director could wax lyrical on the old mottos he'd dared to believe as a young soldier. he could lie; weave the web that would do its best to ensnare reno with the allure of a myth.

the redhead wouldn't be so stupid.

the truth is that they'd fought for shinra - the company, the man. a place on the board, a steady paycheque. an easier life, fuelled by the lifeblood of the planet. an easy trade when one doesn't care should the world burn.

heidegger had fought for power, strength - chased the dream of enough medals to gain the respect of somebody - but who? men long dead. men who'd not cared even when they were alive.

"what was promised to us-" that's what it had been for - that's how the others had seen it. scarlet, maybe reeve and palmer, too. follow the golden greats in the hope that things would get better. whether that was an upgrade from poverty or finer cut diamonds - as any person, they'd all longed for more. for heidegger - he's never known anything else. forever the loyal hound, forever shinra's faithful stamp.

even when he acknowledges the insanity of the promised land and the ancients, the twisted resurrection of sephiroth, the fall of meteor - even at the end of it all - the end of the world itself - he'd follow shinra as if possessed.

'what the fuck was it all for?'

for heidegger, it was for anything other than mediocrity. it was a chance to be loyal, to mean something to someone he could admire.

"whatever you told yourself would happen-" his voice is flat, his words becoming sharp with a bitter taste that's soon to linger on the tongue "need i remind you -" he turns to face the turk, fangs sharp and eyes pressed beneath narrowed brows "you chose to sign up. you knew your role."

and now they watch a world ending-

"were you ever proud of anything that you did-?" his question is an attempt to rile "ever had...anything to show for it?" a trophy, a medal - money or lovers?

"whatever your answer...that was it-"

[therianonymous]

i’m not necessarily alterhuman, just a guy with autism that led me to be socialized just as much by the cats i grew up with as i was by the humans. i have a lot of catlike behaviors that mostly show when i’m happy or comfortable, and luckily my partner has a compatible brand of autism and understands me. still… i don’t think they would appreciate it very much if i gave in to the instinct to groom by repeatedly licking them whenever we cuddle and get comfy. i keep having to do it to myself instead to sate the urge 💔

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