#🗡️ :: Show me the world outside

[buntress]

[Low Spoons for IDs on flags]

Pridemon

[PT: Pridemon]

A label for those who are queer in the most loud, aggressive, "problematic", fuck you way possible. For those who's queer identity is a middle finger to every conservative, bigot, right winger, t3rf, fascist, purist and any piece of shit who thinks they have a right to an opinion over our identities. A general "Fuck you" punk kind of identity. While made with queer people in mind, anyone who identifies with this term may use it! Just don't be a bigot yknow?

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[PT: A label for those who are queer in the most loud, aggressive, "problematic", fuck you way possible. For those who's queer identity is a middle finger to every conservative, bigot, right winger, t3rf, fascist, purist and any piece of shit who thinks they have a right to an opinion over our identities. A general "Fuck you" punk kind of identity.

While made with queer people in mind, anyone who identifies with this term may use it! Just don't be a bigot yknow?]

Everyone is free to interact with this one, I think this term is more important than discourse.

Tagging: @radiomogai @accessmogai

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[hazbinfictivesofabiggersystem]

🗡️ The more I think about Vaggie unpacking her religious trauma the more I fucking need it.

Give me Vaggie dealing with the fact that everything she was taught to believe was a lie

Give me Vaggie getting called out for being puritanical and listening, leading to her starting to have a more open mindset

Give me Vaggie realizing that outside of Charlie, she doesn't know who she is anymore without heaven and the exorcists

Give me Vaggie realizing how much she misses her old family and world despite how toxic it was and feeling confused and out of place in this world despite getting away from her abusers

Give me Vaggie taking baby steps to figure out just who the hell she is now that no one is there to tell her who she has to be

Give me Vaggie talking to someone, anyone, maybe Carmilla, about just how deep it cut to be mutilated and left for dead by her sister, by someone she loved and trusted and looked up to, for hesitating to kill a child

Give me Vaggie showing that she's had to learn that heaven's black and white morality is wrong the hard way

Give me Vaggie being overwhelmed by how messy and grey all these conflicts are, how messy and grey humanity actually is

Give me Vaggie getting close to more sinners and realizing that nothing can really be judged by good vs bad because it is ALWAYS more complicated than that

Give me Vaggie dealing with the pain of being part of a system that caused so much harm, of directly causing so much harm herself to people who didn't deserve it

Give me Vaggie going back to the BDSM club after doing some of the work and actually having an open mind about it instead of automatically viewing it as repugnant

[heckthis-heckallofthis]

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🦠 Neutro-2145 Follow

B Cell hasn't worked in a while, the bacteria tastes bland…

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❤️ IM1235 Follow

The neutrophils are so cool when they're saving the body! I should get them a gift to show my gratitude!

❤️ IM1235

Ok I just saw them rip out the insides of an infected cell, I don't think I can sleep tonight.

#oh my god #do they do that all the time???

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🧸 Dendri217 Follow

I don't think sewing lactic acid bacteria nearly everyday is good for my mental health, but it sure is fun! I need to go outside more I think

#lactic acid bacteria #my beloved #maybe I have too many of them #but you can never have too many lactic acid bacteria

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🎆 RegT59 Follow

As much as I love Helper T as a friend I wish he'd stop buying random things with our budget. He didn't even solve the Rubik's cube he bought last time, now he's buying those metal wire puzzles.

🎆 RegT59

He offered to get me something and I bought a conch shell just because it looked interesting. His bad habits are rubbing off on me.

#sigh #i should just stick to solitaire #our office is getting so cluttered

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⚪ Neutro-3033 Follow

The amount of people that don't know not all neutrophils enjoy eating bacteria or infected cells is wild. Have you tried to eat some?? It's terrible. Some of us only eat it because it's part of the job.

#i swear #its so annoying #at least the RBCS bring us stuff other than bacteria #i really wouldn't mind something less sweet

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✖️ Cross-TCell reblogged

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

How do I tell my subordinates that I don't actually hate them and that I'm just strict and they need to stop being so sloppy? Believe me guys I like having you around please invite me to something I'm begging you

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

That was a moment of weakness ignore that (please invite me please please please ple

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

WHICH ONE OF YOU REBLOGGED THIS?? NOW ALL MY SUBORDINATES ARE CONSTANTLY BRINGING ME WITH THEM FOR LUNCH????

#its okay squad leader #we honestly just thought you'd be too busy to bother with us #so glad you actually do like us #the boys love you too

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🍸 Microfold108 Follow

What even is the point of living? If not just for the sake of a higher being we don't even know? Are they good? Are they bad? Maybe they're the nicest person in the world, maybe they're a serial killer who has murdered countless of their kind. Do they know we work only for them? Do they know how many of us love them?

🍸 Microfold108

Nevermind Dendritic cell came over with a lot of friends and he said they all enjoyed me so maybe there is more to life than that.

#i need to find an actual interest #maybe then I'll stop being so negative about everything

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🟩 HelperT31 Follow

Apparently you can just buy a house??? On Sellular?? I'm going to prank Reg T with this. It's going to be so funny, imagine I pull out a whole house right in front of the office, she'd go insane.

#nobody reblog this I can't let reg t see this #itll ruin the surprise

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🗡️ NatKiller095 Follow

Non-immune cells are literally so scary, how do you socialize everyday without getting tired or stressed out??? What do you MEAN you think us murdering cells is scarier?? At least I don't have to go around the ENTIRE body just to hand over a box of gases to someone I barely know!

✨ Eosin-9024 Follow

I agree!! How else would you relieve stress if you can't straight up explode? I would rather die than have to deal with that everyday, I'm so glad parasitic infections are rarer than bacterial and viral infections.

#non immune cells #im sorry for exploding your houses all the time but you guys genuinely terrify me

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🪩 B265 Follow

I love working on the skin! So many beautiful women up here! Way better than working for that insane idiot boss in the alimentary tract

#talking about helper T cell #he sucks so bad #wont let me live my life for just 5 minutes #i do really miss reg t tho #she was way better than helper T

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🪄 Mast92 Follow

The reason why Cellor-sun was so adamant about saving her friends despite risking her life to do so was because if she didn't she risked the Natchlor absorbing her powers and in turn causing the destruction of the whole vessel. Yes she loves her friends but she needed to take the risk, it was a big part of the plot, how do people not see that the first time they watched??

Also I hate how they forcefully gave Cellor-sun a love interest. Soma was an interesting character as Cellor-sun's new companion but they didn't have to force the love interest trope on him. I feel like the trope was so one dimensional, like two different people wrote him. The Cellor-sun I know would never instantly fall in love with someone like that! Their arc was literally 20 minutes long!!! She has high standards and yet just happened to meet someone who has all those exact standards??? Where do you find a cell that happens to be into all your interests, mesh well with your friends, and don't mind that you are a magical girl constantly risking your life for the sake of the vessel?? Soma would've been fine if he was just a friend of Cellor, he could've been her love interest, just stretch it out realistically. He has interesting powers that interact well with the rest of the cast, I really just wish his arc with Cellor would've been written better. Whoever wrote that needs to post a public apology right now.

#cellor-sun against the univessel #cellor-sun #soma-san catu #i could've written it better for real #catu

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[sauroff]

For the Silm ask game, I have to ask you this one haha: 🗡️

🗡️ Defend your favorite war criminal (or make them worse - I'm not your mom).

I'll cheat on this one because instead of trying to defend Maglor, as I should, I'll try to defend Celebrimbor from the narrative.

Celebrimbor in particular, an the elves of Eregion in general, are framed as this sort of grey characters. Is like the story was like "Yeah, they were deceived, but it's kinda their fault for wanting more knowledge?? Like, they should have stayed humble and not try to make new things, or even try to help make the world a better place". Outside the fangirl side of fandom (My definition of fangirl is not about gender but about what the fandom focus on: character analysis, relationships, art and a generally more progressive and open view of the text) Celebrimbor is usually portrayed similar to how he is on the Shadow of Mordor games: Greedy, violent, mean. Instead of representing how he actively decided to separate himself from his problematic family, they decided that he felt bad about living under the shadow of Feanor, and wanted nothing but to make something even bigger than him. Not out of good will, not because he wants to help or wants to show that he isn't like his family, buy because he wants to be greater than them. And I know this view of him is supported by Tolkien's views, the general narrative and the draft versions of him. But I personally hate it.

For me he had to live his whole life with the stigma of his family, and he tried his best to be different. He wanted to create, but he didn't do it alone, he didn't do it for the fame, he did it to help others and with others. He did it to help ME. And going further into headcanons territory, I'd say that part of the reason he trusted Annatar was because he knew how it was not to be trusted, and he wanted to give everyone the second opportunity that he had luckily been given. I understand why people like to make him a bad guy, but I just don't like it.

Sorry, this got to long. If it turns out someone else sent this one, I'll try to defend Maglor :p thank you!!

[sjsmith56]

The Fae Elements, Part 5 - Battle

Summary: The safety of the sanctuary is breached setting up a deadly battle between Buck and Rumlow.

Length: 4.8 K

Characters: Buck, Sage, Rumlow, Thor, Hope

Warnings: Violence causing death, death of an adult child, grief.

Author notes: The images displayed in the banner above were created by the author using Microsoft Copilot app, in Designer mode.

<<Part 4

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A thunderstorm came that night, along with a heavy rain. The flashes and booms frightened me, and I clutched at Buck, fearing that the cottage would be struck or that a tree would come crashing down upon us.

"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his warm body my only comfort. "Thor is sending thunderstorms to many places. Dark fae don't like the water in any form, but especially in one that flows. The rains from this storm will swell the rivers making it impossible for them to cross. They won't venture out in it, either."

His soft caresses and gentle kisses helped allay my fears enough for me to fall asleep. When I awoke in the morning it was still raining but it was a soft and comforting gentle rain; it's thrumming on the roof a reminder that I was safe in the arms of my lover. How I loved thinking of Buck in that way. The way our bodies were intertwined in the soft bed under the window was the stuff of fantasies. Almost as if he heard my thoughts Buck roused and opened his eyes, turning his head towards me.

"Good morning," he rumbled, before kissing my forehead and looking outside. "Looks like we get to stay in bed for a while."

"Was that something the fae king ordered?" I asked.

"Well, I might have let it slip that you accepted my proposal," he grinned. "My council were pretty sure you would."

"In all of the fantasy books I read I never heard of a fae king having a council. Is that an unusual thing?"

"I brought it up when I was first made fae king." He shifted to his side so that he could look at me while he played with my hair. "Having spent so long living in the mortal world with my father I wasn't sure I knew enough to rule by myself." I looked at him questioningly. "My mother asked my father to raise me and teach me how he lived. She was ... different, even among fae kind. I sometimes wonder if she had the "second sight," the ability to see into the future.  I spent my first 40 years with him until he died. Twenty-five years later I was called as a candidate. It was unprecedented for a half-fae and one so young to be chosen. I presented the thought of a council to advise me to the sacred tree, and it selected trustworthy fae to it. I've been told I'm a good king, a natural leader."

"Is she still alive?"

"No, she truly loved my father and followed him just a few years after his death. She was already over 400 years of age, considered old for many fae. Rulers draw power from the earth, sky and water so it lengthens our life span. Thor is the only one who is older than I am, as his bloodline has the gift of longevity. He has been part of my council since the beginning. Even Loki, as his brother, hasn't lived as long, as he is from a different bloodline, the Frost Giants. He was orphaned as a baby and adopted into Thor's family. You probably noticed his touch was cooler."

"Is everything alright between you two?" I asked. "I sensed some tension when he greeted me."

"That's just because he fancies himself as irresistible." He lowered his lips to mine to kiss me. "He's quite the flirt and has bedded many, both mortal and fae. I ... I was pleased to see you seemed immune to his charms."

"For a brief time, I thought he might be the Dark Overlord," I said. "Then he showed up at the beach and I realized I was wrong."

"I suspected Rumlow of being the one for some time," said Buck. He sighed. "We have a past. I knew him during the troubles. For a fae, he seemed remarkably unconcerned when several were accused of being in league with the dark one. He defended some individuals more than he defended others, including Daere's sister. It was obvious, in retrospect. All this time he's been rebuilding his powers and his personal wealth. You know I'm not really a billionaire. It all belongs to Gaia Life. I get a substantial salary as "CEO", but my actual worth is considerably less." He smiled. "Just in case you were marrying me for my money."

I smiled back at him as we kissed. "If you were a regular man, not a fae, what would you do?"

He took his time thinking of an answer as he shifted to look up at the ceiling of the bedroom, the sound of the gentle rain in the background.

"A carpenter," he finally said. "Not the type that builds houses, although I could do that and enjoy it. I would make furniture, creating something beautiful and functional out of wood. It's kind of how I relax now. I go into the forest and look for newly fallen trees, dragging them here and stripping them of their bark. After that I cut them into planks or lumber and let them dry. Once they've dried enough, I can build something out of it. I built this bed, the dressers, and cupboards and bookshelves downstairs."

Shifting so he was laying on his side he gazed at me, occasionally stroking my hair or arm. It didn't take long before he was hovering over me and I had the vision of him, the same one that I had after he asked me out to dinner. Except his hair was already loose, and I ran my hand through it just before he lowered his lips to mine. When his lips explored more of my body, it was uncanny how he knew what I liked. Every part of my being was alight with desire for him as he brought me closer to ecstasy. With the soft light of the grey skies falling on the bed, and the sound of the rain adding to the romantic ambience it felt like I was in the middle of a great love story. Here in his retreat in the middle of the forest, we were free to be our authentic selves, without the responsibility of our callings, or the fear of outside forces.

Even as we released our bodies to the bliss that we brought out of each other there was something that kept telling me it was all an enchantment, something fragile that could be lost before it ever had a chance to begin. The strangest part of it was that I was more afraid for Buck than I was for myself. He mentioned his mother having "second sight", a term I understood to mean a form of clairvoyance. Was I experiencing that for myself? Because somewhere, at the edge of my mind, at the perimeter of my thoughts was another vision of me hovering over Buck, as the colour drained from his face and his eyes lost their inner light. It was a vision that only came out after I saw Rumlow transform the night before. I never told Buck that I thought I had a vision of his death, which frightened me more than any thought of the Dark Overlord coming for me. I'm sure he knew because our lovemaking that morning was so gentle, yet so passionate it was like he was trying to convince me that I had nothing to worry about it.

Over the next while Buck schooled me in the ways of the fae, teaching me how to use my existing powers to listen to the life forces of my surroundings. I could hear the sound of wings high above me in the air, or the scratch of a mouse, as it dragged a nut into its den. It was all part of the unseen life around us in the forest. We did receive updates, either by thoughts shared between Buck and his council, or by the occasional nighttime visit of Sam, Steve, or Hope. I started getting up for those, joining Buck outside as he communed with the night, when the cycle of the moon waning was followed by the darkness of the new moon. They brought news of the preparations for our marriage ceremony. Hope told me more about my part in the ceremony and how my body would change in the 24 hours of that longest day and shortest night. In the evenings, our quiet time by the fireplace was followed by more passion in the bedroom, passion that I had always longed for before I met Buck.

There was one thing that hadn't yet happened but when I brought it up, Buck smiled and agreed that it was time. It was the week before we were to be married and he had yet to show me his true form. Standing in front of me, outside in the sun, shirtless, I watched as his tattoos and wings visibly changed in front of me. His wings changed first, into something more ethereal, with smaller finer feathers that were delicate in appearance. His tattoo changed to that of a single great tree, its textured roots extending below his navel, while the trunk extended up over his abdomen then spread into branches over his chest and shoulders, then down his arms. The raised texture of the tattoo pulsed as if the tree itself was living. Around us, the daylight had darkened, reminding me of a solar eclipse, and I could see stars behind him. A blue glow became visible in his eyes, tattoo and wings, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. His ears elongated taking the shape of those of an elf, followed by the sprouting of small branches from his head. It was beautiful, as it showed his love for the forest.

"This is my true self," he said, his blue eyes focused on me. "I am the spirit of the forest. It's safety and wellbeing are my greatest concern. Throughout the ages I have helped the mortals who respected this space, sharing its gifts with them, sheltering them under the thick canopies when they have been lost, hiding them when they were troubled. When the religion of the One came my ancestors were called pagan, yet they adapted some of our beliefs into their own because we worshipped creation as they did, at the beginning. Now they worship profit, sacrificing this world for their need for riches."

I came closer, tentatively touching his tree tattoo, watching as his face reacted to my touch. Then he smiled at me and pressed his lips into my neck, breathing his warmth into the place where my own pulse beat. Somehow, we were suddenly unclothed, and I was lying on a soft bed of moss, this otherworldly being of incredible beauty looking down on me, making me feel I was the centre of his existence. We made love in the middle of the forest, giving and taking pleasure with each other.

On the next day, a cloudy one, we hiked for a couple of hours, ending up at a natural hot spring, bubbling out of a rock formation. The water cascaded down into several levels of pools. Although it smelled of sulphur it was a more natural scent than the one that lingered in my apartment after the Horde were there. We undressed and sat in one of the warm pools for an hour, making love, then basking in its warmth before drying off and getting dressed again. Buck flew us back, taking the opportunity to share a bird's eye view of his haven. On our return he prepared to cut some more wood, so I took the opportunity to forage for mushrooms, greens, and nuts for our dinner. Just as I was satisfied with my haul, I began the return to the cottage, then stopped for I could smell the burnt sulphurous smell of the man who attacked me. At the same time, I heard a tortured cry from the direction of the cottage. Turning, I saw a pair of red eyes, only this time they were in the head of a wolf-like beast. It's low growl, deep from within its throat, struck a chord of fear in me.

"Buck," I thought. "Help. I'm in trouble."

"Beloved. I'm coming."

Slowly, I backed away from the beast, taking care not to stumble, for I was certain it would leap at me. It was slow going, as I didn't want to look away, afraid if I did it would attack. It was joined by two others, and they stalked me with an intent that was obvious. Just as I had reached a part of the forest where I would have to look elsewhere to step safely, I heard Buck's voice in my head.

"I'm coming in by wing. Leave the food."

The sound of his great wings flapping while he slowed to reach me, signalled me to drop the basket and I did so, as Buck grasped me around the waist and lifted me straight up in the air. Immediately, all three beasts launched themselves at us, and Buck shot up even higher, so we were out of their reach. Just as he was about to turn, a dark winged figure attacked him from above, and he almost dropped me.

"Hold on," he said, as he swooped away from the winged creature and flew towards a flowing river with an island in the middle. "Its beasts won't go into the water. I'm going to have to fight so as soon as I let you go, run for cover while I protect your retreat."

Several times he had to swerve to avoid the attack of the dark figure that flew with us. Then suddenly, we were over the island and Buck dropped me from a height of several feet, then turned to meet the attacker again. I ran for a hidden space in a rock formation, watching as the two of them grappled in the air. The creature, covered in thick leathery skin of a dark grey colour, with the addition of black feathers on parts of its wing, several horns sprouting from its head, long black hair, and claws for fingers was relentless in its assault on Buck. Whenever one of them slammed into the ground I could feel the reverberations through the terrain. It was both exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

The sounds of howls from across the river drew attention to the presence of the wolf-like beasts that had cornered me in the forest. As Buck said, they didn't try to cross the flowing water, but did transform into their human shape, revealing them to be part of the Horde, which meant the winged attacker was likely Rumlow. He answered his underlings, landing on the ground and facing Buck with his wings unfurled. A carved black weapon appeared in his hand, seeming to be part sword and part staff.

"Well, Barnes, I told your little slut that I would find a way into your haven," he sneered. "You thought your magic was strong enough to keep me out but my claim on her is stronger than yours."

Buck landed also, with a look of pure and desperate fury. I watched as his clothing transformed into battle gear. His arms and body were covered in chain mail, with a protective silver-grey metal armour adorned with beautiful symmetrical etchings, while his knees and shins were protected with coverings of the same metal. A sword magically appeared in his hand, looking remarkably comfortable in his grip.

"Your claim was thrown out years ago," he replied, in a voice that seethed with anger. "She has been under my protection since she was a child."

"She is the reincarnation of my bride!" Rumlow roared in anger. "I want her back."

"She was never your bride by choice," stated Buck, his blue eyes flashing. "You kidnapped her, forced her to eat your food to be beholden to you, then abused her until she took her own life. The sacred tree decreed it so."

"That's a lie!"

"You're the liar." Buck shifted so that he was blocking the path towards me. "You were supposed to perform 13 tasks to even be considered a suitor. Too much work for a dark fae so you broke the law and just took her against her will. The sacred hawthorn assigned me to be Sage's protector and I will do my duty to my last breath."

"So be it," answered Rumlow, leaping towards Buck with his weapon overhead. "You will die as easily as your spawn did."

The clash of metal on metal made a great sound that hurt my ears and I covered them with my hands, as the two men swung their weapons at each other over and over again. Rumlow was bigger and perhaps stronger, but Buck was quicker and more skilled as a fighter, drawing blood several times as he scored the arms and legs of the bigger fae. When the black-coloured ichor hit the ground, it sizzled and burned a hole in the grasses, an indicator of the toxicity that filled the dark fae. Several times they grappled together, punching each other with a force that probably could have shattered a great tree. Then one or the other would stagger back before regaining a foothold and trying to sweep the legs of the other out from under them, hoping to get the advantage by having them on the ground. At one point, I heard a distinct cracking sound emanate from Buck's left side and he winced in agony, as he went down on one knee, protecting that side with his bent arm. A cruel smile erupted on Rumlow's face, and he focussed on hitting Buck repeatedly in the same spot.

"NO!" I cried out and suddenly several rocks the size of my fist flew through the air, hitting Rumlow in the shoulder and head.

He roared at the distraction and stepped back, giving Buck an opening. He raised himself and thrust his sword into the other man's abdomen, burying it right up to the hilt. The black blood spurted out from the wound and Rumlow went down on one knee. Pulling the sword out, Buck thrust it in again, this time into the heart and a shriek like nothing I ever heard flew out of Rumlow's mouth.

"Sage, look away!"

I looked at Buck, at the fury in his face, and he commanded me again to look away. A terrible sound of flesh and bone being torn apart reached my ears and I covered them for it was a sound I never wanted to hear again. After a few moments, I dared to look and saw Buck standing over the body of Rumlow, black blood dripping from what looked like the heart he held in his hand. He dropped it and fell to one knee, just as a thunderbolt flew down from the sky, hitting the ground and revealing Thor, Sam, Steve and Hope. She came to me while the others went to Buck, immediately helping him to the river, where they physically removed his clothes and Thor carried him into the water.

"Why are they doing that?" I asked, suddenly afraid, recalling the vision I had of him dying.

"He needs cleansing from the kill," said Hope. "A dark fae's blood has evil properties that can infect him like a fever. Removing the heart is the only way to kill a dark fae overlord, which meant Buck had to reach inside Rumlow's body to get it. Flowing water is the only way to cleanse him of the effects of the blood." She looked across the river, seeing the bodies of the Horde. She made a small sign in the air with her hand that left a blue/green mark in the air. "Their souls have been released from their slavery. Each will face the creator before being allowed to move on. Come, we can return to the stronghold now. You will be safer there. My father needs to receive treatment in the healing pool."

While Steve and Sam covered Buck in a cloak, Thor raised a hammer to the sky and brought lightning down on the body of Rumlow, burning it into ash. Then he went across the river and did the same to the three bodies over there. Leaping back to the island, he looked kindly at me.

"I sense you have more questions," he said, sombrely. "Hold them for now until we take care of our king. He is weak from all that he was required to do to protect you and from the battle. You will have answers, I promise."

Hope led me closer to the others, with Sam and Steve supporting Buck between them. The three of them enclosed us with their wings, then Thor raised his hammer to the sky once more, bringing lightning down upon us. That enclosed us in a tunnel of light that we sped along for several long seconds, stopping on the same spot at the stronghold where we left several weeks before. Several attendants waited for us. A gurney was produced for Buck, and they wheeled him away, presumably to the healing pool, while I was led to a different room than where I was before. This one was larger, richly appointed, but still had that magnificent view of the valley.

"There are clothes in the closet for you, Lady Sage," said the attendant, a blonde woman I had never seen before. "When you have changed, I will be waiting to take you to the dining room where the council awaits your presence for dinner."

After quickly showering and getting dressed I opened the door and found her waiting. She smiled but said nothing as she led me down one of those hallways lit by the glowing walls, until we came to a large glass walled room with a large dining table. It looked out over the valley, making me wonder if every room in the stronghold looked out over it. I counted a dozen people waiting for me, none of them Buck, making me the 13th. I wondered if that was an omen for something bad.

"Lady Sage, please don't be alarmed," said Thor. "Our king is still healing in the pool but will be there for some time replenishing his energy. Join us and make our number equal the full council."

"But that's 13," I said. "It's an unlucky number."

"To the followers of the one god, yes," he replied. "To the fae, it isn't as it is a sacred number for many reasons."

"I don't understand," I replied.

"I know, but it is not unlucky to us. Please, sit and we will attempt to enlighten you."

As the meal was served, and the wine poured, I learned that 13 is considered lucky in many mythologies including pagan and Norse ones. Associated with the menstrual cycle of a woman, of which there were 13 cycles in a year, the same as lunar cycles, it symbolized fertility. Their council, since it followed the pagan way, had to be made up of 13 individuals, usually including the king. Also associated with fertility was the hawthorn tree, of which my last name was based on. It was connected to the source of my powers, as I wasn't just a descendant of Lilith, I was apparently a descendant of the first fae king, Hawthorn, who planted the tree and imbued it with the powers of the forest, then with his own spirit after his death. Even though I was mortal, I apparently had a stronger bloodline than many of the council.

"What does that all mean?" I asked. "Buck said during the fight with Rumlow that he was assigned to be my protector by the sacred hawthorn. He accused Rumlow of stealing an ancestor of mine and forcing her to be his wife."

"It's true," said Thor. "When the first fae king Hawthorn moved on, his spirit stayed with the tree. He has looked out for his descendants ever since. Each king vows to protect the descendants of that Hawthorn as part of their covenant with the light fae. Your father was a descendant of him, and so was protected by Buck. His cancer could not be healed in our healing pools but could by the laying on of the hands of the king. But to do so meant Buck's ability to protect you would be weakened. Your father declined the offer, sacrificing his life for you, Sage. He wanted to keep you safe above all else. Buck had already gifted you the pendant you wear, which was also a sacrifice, in a sense. It meant that your parents were agreeing to you becoming his wife; a protective bond as strong as any magic, even if you're not aware of it. Buck had little choice in the matter, as his powers were stretched thinly, protecting you, your family, the light fae, the stronghold, the sanctuaries he created, and many other areas he felt responsible for. He took so much on, more than we were aware. But he is at heart a protector and felt it was his duty. Even though the pendant gave him the right to claim you as his bride, it was always your choice. He would not have forced himself on you, unlike Rumlow."

"Rumlow presented himself as a suitor for an ancestor of yours," added Hope. "Each suitor was to perform 13 tasks as proof of their integrity. Instead, he secretly kidnapped her, took her to his home and didn't feed her hunger or her thirst for several days. When he finally offered her food, she took it, effectively giving herself to him willingly, even though it wasn't done honestly. He was not a good mate, and she tried many times to escape his reach, succeeding only when she killed herself. The sacred tree ruled he must be cast out and his powers removed as his crime made him a blight on our kind. That was likely when he offered himself to the Dark Overlord of the time. He lived as a mortal, his longevity being the only fae quality he retained. When Rumlow reappeared as the owner of HYDRA Mining in the 1950s Buck became more visible in the mortal world, concerned about the man's activities. When Buck found your mother, he was concerned about Rumlow trying to kidnap her to reacquire his powers. The realization of your father's bloodline made protecting you even more important. Rumlow would have stripped you of all your powers, keeping you as little more than a concubine, subject to his perversions."

It was frightening to consider what would have happened if Rumlow had taken me that night or had killed Buck during the battle. A cough from Loki brought my attention back to the council.

"You must tell her the rest," he said, solemnly. "It is her right to know, especially now that her powers have begun manifesting before the marriage ceremony and the Solstice rituals. Now that the king knows how Rumlow found them, she must be informed to provide him comfort." He looked at me. "We're aware you were able to hit Rumlow with rocks using your powers. It means your powers are considerable."

Hope swallowed noticeably. "My brother, Richard, the youngest of my father's children, was taken," she said, sadly. "Even though he gave up his fae powers to live as a mortal he still had a bond with my father. He was slain in a ritual that only a dark overlord could perform so that your location could be determined. Then the barrier to the sanctuary was breached with a single thought from another location. Although we thought Rumlow was the Dark Overlord, he was not, as he was already outside the sanctuary waiting for the breach while we searched for Richard before they harmed him. A dark fae prisoner told us Rumlow was a familiar, the overlord's champion. It means the Dark Overlord is someone else, but we don't know who, except that he still lives. I'm sorry, but you're still in danger."

My first thought was Buck, and I left the dining room, running through the hallways, trying to find the healing pool. No matter which way I turned I was led back to the room I left when I first arrived, so I entered the door, finding him curled up on the bed. His grief-stricken face showed that he knew about his son, and I laid next to him, covering him with my arms. As he wept for the loss of his mortal son, I held him, trying to soothe him to the best of my abilities. It was even more important that we go through with the Solstice ritual now. My life depended on it and so did his, I suspected.

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[artzychic27]

Mirrorverse Crossover- Kagami Part 2

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

🗡️🪡🐍🐦‍⬛

Shan Kagami writhed each time the nurse came at her with some sort of toxin to "numb the pain". She didn't need it! She deserved to be in agony for being so weak against a princess of all opponents! Everyone in the room saw her weakness, her failure as a warrior... Adrien and Marinette saw...

When the nurse came at her again, she used all of her remaining strength to give her a swift uppercut, sending her down to the floor in pain. The sight of the bruise filled her with some satisfaction, but it wasn't enough. So, Shan Kagami forces herself up off the bed, letting out an agonizing yell as she felt some of the stitches in her leg and chest coming undone. She didn't care. As long as that princess is still walking, she's not backing down.

She would've gotten further if not for the door opening, letting Marinette DeVil and Jafadrien pour in. They pay no mind to the semi-unconscious nurse as the two force her to lie back down. "Get off of me!"

"No can do," Jafadrien hisses. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I let you up in thisss condition."

Shan Kagami seethes and tries to force her wrist out of their tight grips. "I need to find her! I need to rectify this!"

"Okay, enough of that, Miss Crazy." The four of them look and find the other villains standing right outside the room. And it was the Mad King of all people who spoke such words. "We couldn't see much of what happened since one of you knocked out that fairy's bubble, but from what we saw through Denise's crystal ball, you decimated her!" He giggles maniacally. "There was so much blood pouring out of her arm."

Alix Khan clears her throat. "What Nath's trying to say is, you're the strongest person out of us."

"Besides me," Kimton boasts proudly and receives a whack to the head for that comment, courtesy of Myléne. "But... Yeah. You were badass in there." Everyone, even Shan Kagami, stared at the hunter, stunned that he complimented a girl on something other than her looks. "What? Even I have to admit it, she put up a hell of a fight."

"... Anyway," Alix Khan continues. "I wouldn't say you lost, or anything. She is you, after all. So, quit acting like this is the end of the world! She fired an arrow into your chest, and you're still alive!"

For a brief second, the warrior falters and quickly looks away, only to be met with one of Marinette DeVil's rare gentle expressions. "Kagami, they're all right. This is merely the motivation you need to become even better than you are now and conquer more wretched people who oppose you, like those heroes." She said the last word with such malice in her voice.

Jafadrien brushes some of Shan Kagami's blood-soaked bangs out of her eyes. "And by the time we rise, you will have every pathetic princess, prince, and fairy in this godforsaken dimension pleading for your mercy right before you plunge your sword into their hearts." He coos, "We'll even dip them in gold and mount them on the walls like we talked about." This earns him just the faintest smile out of Shan Kagami.

The tender moment between the three was cut off by a loud CAW! If Shan Kagami could move, she'd decapitate the foul animal who dared to disturb them, but once she saw the raven land on Juleficent's shoulder, she calmed down. "Hey, Luka."

The raven becomes encased in a dark blue cloud as it flew off of the fae's shoulder, and shifts into Diabluka's human form. He approaches Shan Kagami's bed and cups her cheek, the silver bracelets around his wrist catching the light just a bit. "Just say the word, and I'll peck her eyes out."

Jafadrien promptly slaps his shoulder. "Shut up." There was an uncharacteristic softness in his tone.

"Hey, I'm serious," he retorts. "I'm not letting a princess get away with almost killing her."

"She did not almost kill me," Shan Kagami fires back and leans into Diabluka's touch.

Marinette DeVil struggles not to show her admiration for the shapeshifter's devotion. Taking her eyes off Shan Kagami for a moment, she gives Yzalya a look. The potions expert gets the memo and ushers the other villains out of the room, giving the designer a thumbs up before shutting the door behind her.

"... I guess, now is a good time as any," she speaks up. "Besides, I'd rather not have you three brawling in a hospital room of all places." The other three stare at her, confused as to where she's going with this. "While I feel as though this emotion is a waste of time when I could be doing much more worthwhile things..." She sucks in a breath and forces out, "I love all three of you, the darkness that ravages your soul, how you're all so willing to battle to the death for my hand, and just... Everything, alright?!"

Marinette DeVil sinks into the fur collar of her jacket to avoid their gazes. She never thought she'd be the one to say it first; she waits for people to come to her, not the other way around! God, she must sound so desperate, it's sickening! It's-

Diabluka's voice cut through her thoughts. "Well, that makes things easier. The thing is... I wasn't just battling for your dark little heart."

"Same," Jafadrien says with an eye roll. "I was hoping that the day I outsmarted Kagami, I'd get in her graces while getting you in the process, and then I could snatch my little birdy." He snakes his arm around Diabluka's shoulder, making the taller of the two blush.

"I was the same," Shan Kagami admits a little bashfully.

The designer blinks and turns as red as the shade of her lipstick. "Oh... I... I wasn't expecting-"

"My devil," Shan Kagami says softly. "When I am out of this hospital bed, what do you say we get you some more furs?"

"I hear one of the village children got a Dalmatian," Diabluka croons, making Marinette DeVil's eyes shoot open inhumanly wide.

It takes her a moment before she finally says with not as much struggle as before, "I love you guys."

🏹🪭🌼🎹

"Guys, quit it."

"NO!" Adriunzel sobs and continues to wrap his hair around her. "I need to make sure you're all better!"

Marilan is not as loud with her crying, but it's still very audible as she's kneeling at Kagamerida's bedside and clutching her hand. "Let him heal you, damn it! You scared us! I thought we were gonna lose you!"

The other heroes, meanwhile, stand to the side. All of them are shuffling awkwardly as they're not quite sure what to say while the two are crying and Adriunzel is wrapping his hair around Kagamerida like a mummy.

"Should we?" Cinder Zoé points to the door, but TianAlya holds up a finger.

"No. No, let's wait a moment, now. I wanna see where this is goin'."

Before Adriunzel could wrap another inch of his hair around Kagamerida, she held his hand and did the same with Marilan. "I am going nowhere," she promises. "Not even some corrupted woman with my face will take me away from you. And if she dares to again, I will make sure my next arrow does not miss the black void where her heart should be."

Still crying, Adriunzel bends down and kisses her cheek, getting some tears on her in the process, but she didn't mind. Marilan kisses her uninjured hand and wipes some of the blood off of her forehead with her thumb. "As long as you dedicate yourself to goodness... Forget that warmongering bitch."

Chloestasia barks out a laugh. "I'm finally rubbing off on her!"

[sapphiren]

@darksonofsparda :

Although the two of them had been married for quite a few years now, the married couple still maintained their signature trait of insulting each other, only this time, it was out of playful spite rather than for the sole purpose of irritating the other, and while that did still happen, nothing was ever taken personally, and they never hated each other, in fact, they loved very much and knew what to expect from the other.

From an outsider's perspective, it would almost seem like they weren't married at all with how they acted, as well as the fact that no one really saw them being affectionate in public, not that the two were opposed to that sort of thing, it did happen but was juts usually limited to holding hands, or Edna holding Vergil's arm with the occasional quick kiss on the lips, a longer one if there wasn't a single soul in sight. Vergil and Edna much preferred to show their love for the other in private, away from prying eyes so they were free to enjoy all the privacy they so desired.

Who would have thought, that a world he ended up in by accident, would eventually become his new home, that didn't become the case until Vergil and Edna became a couple. Vergil had originally planned to go back home, but after realizing his love for Edna, he changed his mind, and now, life was never better. Over the years, Vergil had adjusted very well into this new world, and after being here for a bit of a long time now, he couldn't see himself anywhere else but here living a happy life with Edna by his side, the Earth Seraph that had managed to steal his heart and give him a brand new purpose here.

One of the things Vergil found about this world was that they also celebrated Christmas here, much to his surprise, they even had the tradition of gift giving too. Vergil ended up taking part in that tradition and purchased gifts for the people in his group, those people, in particular, being the same mutual friends that he and Edna knew through Sorey, the people who had fought alongside them during the Shepherd's quest that was years ago now.

Because Edna was his precious wife, Vergil always made sure to give her a gift every year, only this time would be different. This year, he planned to do something for her that he'd never done before along with her gift, and it had taken him a lot to decide on doing this. Having ordered her gift days earlier, Vergil just picked it up yesterday, just in time for Christmas.

Bracing himself mentally to prepare himself, he calls out to Edna catching her attention. Blue eyes watch her enter the room, following her gaze as she approaches him, stopping in her tracks in front of him as she looks up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, wearing her usual nonchalant expression like always. Taking a deep breath, Vergil pulls out a journal, after he opened it, he flipped to the middle page that had one side completely covered in neat penmanship - it was an original poem that Vergil has made specifically for Edna and began to read to her.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "My dangerous flower. So beautiful, so poisonous. I bow to you in the moonlit landscape, I sleep with you in the sun-bleached terrain. I call to you, kissing your petals. I call to you, the venom burning my lips, The smile on my face burning to kiss you again, The look in my eyes hoping you'll honor me once more, my hands yearning to hold yours, I instead pull you close. I again, kiss you, the poison makes me calm, the poison calms my soul, my darling orchid, my midnight flower, I love you so."

With the most difficult part now over, Vergil sets the journal down on the table and reaches into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a medium-sized white jewelry box, he hands it over to her, wearing a rare smile curved across his lips. Inside, Edna would find a custom-made, silver orchid flower bracelet bangle, it had a blue sapphire gem between every flower on the bracelet, and the little chain at the end had a silver nameplate attached to it that held an elegant and carefully carved engraving of her name in beautiful font style.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Merry Christmas my darling little orchid." Lowering his head significantly so he was within her height's reach, Vergil leans his head forward, their lips meeting as he gives Edna a passionate Christmas kiss.

Though they are both quite the skeptical type, one thing that Edna has learned over the years about Vergil is that he takes Christmas very seriously— perhaps because of his inability to celebrate it with his family much before disaster struck.

Edna herself never had really made a point to bother with human holidays, at least not until she found herself entangled with a half-human. At first she was incredibly weirded out by the whole thing, thinking that it was all about being disgustingly mushy— especially when it came to Valentine's Day, but at least that one meant she got some good chocolate to eat.

As the years have passed, she has grown accostumed to how these things work in the human world— and her comments about the weirdness have mostly fizzled out, albeit she still mentions such a thing sometimes when Vergil does something particularly over the top.

Then again, isn't he the king of being over the top, even if it's normally the edgy type of over the top?

It's when she sees her husband walk up to her during Christmas day that she thinks— 'Ah, it's time'. Time for mushy Vergil, an spectacle she gets to watch a few times every year. And yet the bastard manages to make her rather embarrassed nearly every time.

What she doesn't expect is for him to pull out his journal, which she knows stores his precious poems, and then start reciting one of them, clearly dedicated to her. Big blue eyes watch him as he speaks, showing the slightest hint of surprise, as he isn't one to recite them, and especially not to her.

"To think the day would come when you would actually gather the courage to recite a poem to me, hm?" There's some amusement in her voice— but it isn't the mocking type. Rather, she seems positively impressed. "I have to say... you just might have a talent for it. Just might."

Edna's attention turns to the gift that is handed to her that, were she the type to show her emotions on her face, would cause her to perhaps come to the point of crying. The symbology, the care to represent well what her name is about— the name her brother had given to her all those hundreds of years ago— doesn't go unnoticed.

A small smile of her own makes its way to her lips as she analyzes the bracelet, and before she can hand Vergil his gift, she's kissed— a kiss that she returns in earnest, of course, but before the half-demon can go any further, she pushes a gift box his way.

"Before I forget— here. Merry Christmas." A deadpan delivery, but the fact that she isn't looking Vergil in the eye does mean that she is rather embarrassed, and frankly, a little nervous to know if he'll actually like what she got him.

Well... made for him.

Inside the medium-sized box is a folded jacket— much in the style Vergil likes to wear, but a different color than the one he typically wears. A darker shade of blue, nearly black, with distinct patterns in white.

"They represent lilies, but I made the pattern more edgy for you, so you should thank me." She boasts, having chosen said flowers because of the meaning of Vergil's name.

After a moment, she turns completely away from him.

"...I swear I'll never understand humans. Why do you go through this willingly every year?"

It's too embarrassing, but she won't admit it.

Unprompted // always accepting.

[jdmainman123]

write your own ship

So you try to brainwash one man and tell him that's how the whole whole world works and the man went out and got a job the man saw the world didn't work that way

I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN POST GAVE THIS TO ME WRITE YOUR OWN SHIP WHAT HE MEANT I THOUGHT HE SAID WRITE YOUR OWN SHIT

No it's still Grandma sticking up her black skin boys I want to keep my daughter meanwhile I'm looking for the other girls at home to kill you can run but you can't hide GW said that the best and when he said hi and my heart's hearts I knew

They couldn't stop it all the white airway skin girls in snow did burn down to 16 and 48 bedroom houses and I called this s*** happened I said I knew exactly what the f*** happened and I called it

So what black and white son doesn't have a daughter in sunlight City neither does white men no this is they came together the white hair white skin man I think he was defending black hair white son

Yeah so I have them both killed

Let me tell him that he's not her father?

No no you give me a trip to that beach and and I'll tell you what will work I'll show you what will work I know what will work

P TO MY BENEFIT THIS BECAME ALL SATELLITE OPERATORS DEFENDING A SATELLITE MAKER BOTH KNOWN DEAD DOLLARS yeah because me and any satellite maker can walk out of this 99 cities of states can walk out of this squeaky clean of what's going to happen to these men like law and order a tooth an eye for an eye they're lucky Florida gave them immunity came back to do some dirty work for them I was there for that trial

About 100,000 men in my house is timeline in my c** shot in my turn 100,000 of them you found just loose at another airport about to be killed he said you know what I'll take them how

Oh now you got me complaining one more and then this f****** n***** shoots himself are you telling me he wasn't blinded from birth

Yeah you don't do that to me it's a very bad statement guys we're better off going back to gay son a little black skin boy that was violently murdered before the first time he had sex pictured as a pile of s*** 🙂💩👀💩👀💩👀👀

The integration voice in this pile of s*** of this black skin Jason the little infant that was violently beaten to death before the first time he was going to have sex SEEMS TO LOOK LIKE THE EMOJIS I ALWAYS PRESENT YOU GUYS WITH HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN? LOOK IT UP ON MY RECORD ANY ACT? WHY YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING BAD ABOUT HIS OWN BROTHER you can't challenge my aunt to see the energy anymore when it comes to my brother I'm a chat franchise he is better than every girl in the city on his own

I'm just here checking on the kids making sure the dogs have food

But how does this emoji come up 💩💩💩👀 they got a picture of the little n***** that ruined my life that little influent black black skin PILE OF S*** 💩💩💩💩

Listen we all got off in North Carolina Charlottesville in front of the a building Ally's building WE ALL GOT OFF OUTSIDE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT BRO I'm just hit escorts in black skin boys with white skin girls and you're trying to make an example out of me I cut this b****'s p**** up if she did this to me

I'm just kidding snow just kidding snow

Yeah I'm back at somebody city they're doing that weird thing where where snow said sunlight City f**** up the game because of their energy COULD IT BE THEIR GRANDMA CUZ SHE'S VICIOUS GRANDMA LOOKS ACTS JUST LIKE THE LITTLE GIRL WHEN THEY'RE FIGHTING WE PUT THEIR TESTIMONIES RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER AND THEY SAID THE SAME THING ONLY DIFFERENT RESULTS AT THE ENDING OF THE FIGHT

👀💩👀👀👀👀 but the emoji and you guys trying to cash in on that little pile of s***JUST SO YOUR DAUGHTER SEES MURDER

What happened to nato black skin Mommy? 💩👀💩👀💩🗡️👀

[buntress]

[All IDs are in alt text]

Serafernal

[PT: Serafernal]

Seraph + Infernal A gender that is fluid between heavenly and hellish feelings. One day one could feel angelic and pure, the next demonic and unholy, or any kind of combinations. There is no wrong way to be fluid with this gender!

[PT: Seraph + Infernal A gender that is fluid between heavenly and hellish feelings. One day one could feel angelic and pure, the next demonic and unholy, or any kind of combinations. There is no wrong way to be fluid with this gender!

End PT]

Possible Pronouns + Titles Under The Cut

[PT: Possible Pronouns + Titles Under The Cut]

For @lovesse's 666 follower coining event [link].

Theme: Something heaven / Something hell

Tagging: @radiomogai

Possible Pronouns:

Ae/Aem

Dae/Daem

Hael/Halos

Heav/Heavens

Hell/Hells

Holy/Holys

Imp/Imps

In/Infernal

Ser/Seras

Unholy/Unholys

👼/👼s

😇/😇s

✝️/✝️s

😈/😈s

🤘/🤘s

[PT: Ae/Aem, Dae/Daem, Hael/Halos, Heav/Heavens, Hell/Hells, Holy/Holys, Imp/Imps, In/Infernal, Ser/Seras, Unholy/Unholys, 👼/👼s, 😇/😇s, ✝️/✝️s, 😈/😈s, 🤘/🤘s End PT]

Possible Titles:

The Purest One

The Prince/Princess/Princex of Hell

The Infernal

The Heavenly

[Pronouns] Holiness/Unholiness (ex. His Holiness, Her Unholiness, Their Holiness)

[PT: The Purest One, The Prince/Princess/Princex of Hell, The Infernal, The Heavenly, [Pronouns] Holiness/Unholiness (ex. His Holiness, Her Unholiness, Their Holiness) End PT]

[buntress]

[All IDs in alt text]

Minecraftjection

[PT: Minecraftjection]

Minecraft + Injection A gender under the genderinjection [link] system in which it feels like minecraft is such a key part of your identity it feels injected in your veins and like it courses through your blood.

[PT: Minecraft + Injection A gender under the genderinjection [link] system in which it feels like minecraft is such a key part of your identity it feels injected in your veins and like it courses through your blood.]

Possible Pronouns + Titles under the cut

If you enjoy what I create, consider leaving a tip on Ko-Fi (link)! /nf

Tagging: @radiomogai @acetrappolaswife @gamegenders

Possible Pronouns:

Block/Blocks

Creep/Creeper

Diam/Diamond

End/Enderman

End/Ends

Hrr/Hrm (based on villager noises)

Mine/Mines

Nee/Needles

Neth/Nether

Syr/Syringes

💉/💉s

🩸/🩸s

🟩/🟩s

⛏️/⛏️s

💎/💎s

[PT: Block/Blocks, Creep/Creeper, Diam/Diamond, End/Enderman, End/Ends, Iron/Irons, Mine/Mines, Nee/Needles, Neth/Nether, Syr/Syringes, 💉/💉s, 🩸/🩸s, 🟩/🟩s, ⛏️/⛏️s, 💎/💎s]

Possible Titles:

One* Who Has Reached The End

The Beautiful Builder

The Tireless Miner

The Explorer

The Player

[PT: One* Who Has Reached The End, The Beautiful Builder, The Tireless Miner, The Explorer, The Player]

* Replace this with whatever pronouns you like!

[buntress]

[No spoons for flags IDs]

🩸🎤 Darkvoca(loid)gender 🎤🩸

[PT: Darkvocagender/Darkvocaloidgender End PT]

A gender connected to dark, disturbing, and/or horror based VOCALOID songs, VOCALOID designs, VOCALOID producers who make dark music, and any dark/horror based VOCALOID things! There is no wrong way to use this gender!

Possible Pronouns

[PT: Possible Pronouns]

Blood/Bloods

Dark/Darks

Dead/Deads

Fear/Feared

Gore/Gores

Horror/Horrors

Luka/Lukas

Miku/Mikus

Song/Songs

Voca/Vocaloid

🎤/🎤s

🩸/🩸s

🖥️/🖥️s

💀/💀s

🎶/🎶s

[PT: Blood/Bloods, Dark/Darks, Dead/Deads, Fear/Feared, Gore/Gores, Horror/Horrors, Luka/Lukas, Miku/Mikus, Song/Songs, Voca/Vocaloid, 🎤/🎤s, 🩸/🩸s, 🖥️/🖥️s, 💀/💀s, 🎶/🎶s End PT]

Tagging: @radiomogai @accessmogai @0rth0d0x1a (again, tagging bc vocaloid! lmk if ya wanna be removed!!!)

[buntress]

[Still too spoon'nt for flag IDs, I'm rly sorry]

🎤 Voca(loid)gender Redesign 🎤

[PT: Vocagender/Vocaloidgender Redesign End PT]

A gender that is tied to the VOCALOID software. A vocagender person may feel that their gender is connected to or influenced by a certain VOCALOID or by VOCALOIDs in general. It may also be connected to songs featuring VOCALOID vocals, VOCALOID producers, VOCALOID voicebanks, the avatars of VOCALOID vocals, or anything related to VOCALOID in general. I thought the old flag was in all honesty kind of boring, so I decided to remake it and make it ✨ Snazzier ✨. Enjoy!

Possible Pronouns

[PT: Possible Pronouns]

Cyber/Diva

Dig/Digitals

Gum/Gumis

Kai/Kaitos

Len/Lens

Luka/Lukas

Miku/Mikus

Rin/Rins

Song/Songs

Voca/Vocaloid

🎤/🎤s

🎹/🎹s

🎶/🎶s

🎧/🎧s

🖥️/🖥️s

[PT: Cyber/Diva, Dig/Digitals, Gum/Gumis, Kai/Kaitos, Len/Lens, Luka/Lukas, Miku/Mikus, Rin/Rins, Song/Songs, Voca/Vocaloid, 🎤/🎤s, 🎹/🎹s, 🎶/🎶s, 🎧/🎧s, 🖥️/🖥️s. End PT]

Tagging: @radiomogai @accessmogai @0rth0d0x1a (I just know you made the gendervocaloid system, so i thought you might like this! plus i def got inspo from the flag. lmk if you wanna be untagged <3)

[buntress]

[All IDs in alt text]

Passiongod | Passiongoddess

Passiondeity | Passiongoddex

[PT: Passiongod / Passiongoddess / Passiondeity / Passiongoddex]

Genders in the genderdeity [Link] system.

Passiongod

[PT: Passiongod]

A gender related to passion and being a god, a passion god, a god of passion, etc

Passiongoddess

[PT: Passiongoddess]

A gender related to passion and being a goddess, a passion goddess, a goddess of passion, etc

Passiondeity

[PT: Passiondeity]

A gender related to passion and being a deity, a passion deity, a deity of passion, etc

Passiongoddex

[PT: Passiongoddex]

A gender related to passion and being a goddex, a passion goddex, a goddex of passion, etc

Possible Pronouns and Titles under the cut

[PT: Possible pronouns under the cut]

For @lovesse's 666 follower coining [Link] event!

Theme: Something full of love / Something full of hate

Tagging: @radiomogai @hypnosiacon

Possible Pronouns

Above/Aboves

Ae/Aem

Deity/Deities

Divine/Divines

Ethereal/Ethereals

God/Gods

Hate/Hates

Heart/Hearts

Love/Loves

Rage/Rages

💗/💗s

❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥s

💔/💔s

💢/💢s

🔥/🔥s

[PT: Above/Aboves, Ae/Aem, Deity/Deities, Divine/Divines, Ethereal/Ethereals, God/Gods, Hate/Hates, Heart/Hearts, Love/Loves, Rage/Rages, 💗/💗s, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥s, 💔/💔s, 💢/💢s, 🔥/🔥s End PT]

Possible Titles

[Pronoun] Holiness (ex: His Holiness, Their Holiness, Her Holiness)

One Full of Love/Hate

The One Divine

The Passionate One/God/Goddess/Deity/Goddex

One Who Is Worshipped

[PT: [Pronoun] Holiness (ex: His Holiness, Their Holiness, Her Holiness), One Full of Love/Hate, The One Divine, The Passionate One/God/Goddess/Deity/Goddex, One Who Is Worshipped End PT]

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[IDs are in alt text]

Femmedyke & Butchdyke

[PT: Femmedyke & Butchdyke]

Terms for femmes and butches who reclaim and identify with the word dyke. Any sapphic can use this term.

Color Meanings

Please check out the original dyke flag as well because a lot of the symbolism and colors are inspired by that!

Black: Empowerment in reclaiming the term dyke, as well as representing black and POC sapphics who have powered our community since day one.

Purple: Taking back power from those who would attempt to silence us in the face of hatred.

Lilac: Unwavering love for women in all forms, spitting in the faces of those who seek to push us back in the closet.

White: Loving our queer identities despite the backlash of society, as well as representing acceptance and love for our nonbinary and trans sapphics.

Hot Pink: Loving femininity and being feminine, despite pushes to be more masculine due to our identities.

Orange: Loving masculinity and being masculine, despite pushes to be more feminine due to our identities.

Magenta/Red: Refusal to conform to cishet beauty standards, finding beauty in our own unique queer ways.

DNI doesn't apply, as these terms are more important than discourse imo

tagging: @radiomogai

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[Al IDs in alt text]

Eldrinjection

[PT: Eldrinjection]

Eldritch + Injection A gender under the genderinjection [link] system in which it feels like eldritch energy and/or lovecraftian horrors are such a key part of your identity it feels injected in your veins and like it courses through your blood.

[PT: Eldritch + Injection

A gender under the genderinjection [link] system in which it feels like eldritch energy is such a key part of your identity it feels injected in your veins and like it courses through your blood.]

Possible Pronouns + Titles under the cut

Tagging: @radiomogai @acetrappolaswife

Possible Pronouns:

Abyss/Abyss

Cos/Cosmic

Dark/Darks

Eld/Eldritch

Eye/Eyes

Nee/Needles

Null/Nulls

One/Ones

Syr/Syringes

Void/Voids

💉/💉s

🩸/🩸s

🕳️/🕳️s

🌌/🌌s

🦑/🦑s

[PT: Abyss/Abyss, Cos/Cosmic, Dark/Darks, Eld/Eldritch, Eye/Eyes, Nee/Needles, Null/Nulls, One/Ones, Syr/Syringes, Void/Voids, 💉/💉s, 🩸/🩸s, 🕳️/🕳️s, 🌌/🌌s, 🦑/🦑s]

Possible Titles:

The Eldritch One

He* Who Watches (From The Void)

The Awakened One

The Corruption

Bringer Of Madness

[PT: The Eldritch One, He* Who Watches (From The Void), The Awakened One, The Corruption, Bringer Of Madness

* Replace this pronoun with whatever pronouns you like!

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[No ID for left flag, ID in alt for right flag. Help appreciated]

Beasthunter | Hunterbeast(ic)

[PT: Beasthunter & Hunterbeast / Hunterbeastic]

Beasthunter A gender related to being a hunter and a beast, a hunter of beasts, and/or a hunter with beast-like qualities. An beast hunter.

[PT: A gender related to being a hunter and a beast, a hunter of beasts, and/or a hunter with beast-like qualities. An beast hunter.]

Hunterbeast / Hunterbeastic A gender that feels like both a hunter and a beast, a hunter beast.

[PT: A gender that feels like both a hunter and a beast, a hunter beast.]

Possible Pronouns + Titles under the cut

Tagging: @radiomogai @accessmogai

Possible Pronouns:

Beast/Beasts

Blood/Bloods

Creature/Creatures

Dread/Dreads

Fear/Fears

Hunt/Hunts

Knife/Knives

Maw/Maws

Slash/Slashs

Sly/Slice

🗡️/🗡️s

🩸/🩸s

💀/💀s

🐺/🐺s

👹/👹s

[PT: Beast/Beasts, Blood/Bloods, Creature/Creatures, Dread/Dreads, Fear/Fears, Hunt/Hunts, Knife/Knives, Maw/Maws, Slash/Slashs, Sly/Slice, 🗡️/🗡️s, 🩸/🩸s, 💀/💀s, 🐺/🐺s, 👹/👹s]

Possible Titles:

The Unholy Beast

The Blood-Soaked Beast

The Beastly Hunter

The Hunter of Beasts

One Who Hunts

[PT: The Unholy Beast, The Blood-Soaked Beast, The Beastly Hunter, The Hunter of Beasts, One Who Hunts]#🗡️ :: Show me the world outside