#2c75ff

[kiealer]

Smash or Pass + No. 17! If I have to put Sev on the spot about this topic then you and Nina have to suffer with me; them's the rules.

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

Brows instantly furrow, the request ruffling her metaphorical feathers. Color quickly seeps into her cheeks, and she huffs, arms crossing. In truth, this name isn't the worst she could have received for this game -- but that doesn't make this any less embarrassing.

❝Look,❞ she begins, as if about to disclaim something incriminating. ❝Seventeen is…❞ She mulls the words over in her brain, searching, or perhaps trying to soften the embarrassing blow. ❝Attractive. I've always thought that, even from when I was a kid. So, that opinion hasn't changed.❞ Her eyes draw away, cheeks growing hotter.

❝S-so, yeah-- I'd… I'd say smash. But it's not like something I'd actively pursue, we're just friends.❞ She shortly pauses, afraid that may be overstepping. ❝--W-well, at least, I'd like to be friends with him. I don't know how open to the idea he is, but I'd like to try reaching out to him. I know he's more of a loner type, but… having friends is always nice. I'd like to give him nice things.❞ As her smile softens, she maintains a moment of true genuine intent, but her brain shortly ruins this with a flash realization of her phrasing.

❝B-but not like that!❞

[beforecreation]

@2c75ff liked for a starter!

This had always been awkward. On one hand, Beerus owed Seventeen an immense favor, as not only was his participation vital for the success during the Tournament of Power, but his wish was what truly ensured the continued existence of multiple universes and those that resided within it. Including his own, and Champa's. It was a feeling he thoroughly disliked, as it was if he was on the backfoot, and with the cybernetically modified human not seeming to care too much about the whole aftermath of the situation, it only drove him to be even more bothered.

It'd be far too easy to brush this whole thing off. He was a god, Seventeen was a mortal, he merely did as was expected in service to keep existing. But not even he could abide by that logic, it was now a matter of pride.

He had to pay him back.

After several seconds of silence, his eyes draw to the man, and he finally speaks up about a subject he would otherwise avoid.

"Well, it's been long enough hasn't it?"

He demonstrates no patience, only letting a second go by before he speaks up.

"It's an extreme rarity for a destroyer to ever owe a mortal something so-- Speak now, or lose out forever!"

[ozonelasher]

❥ !

Send "❥" and I will share a ship I have a bias for with my muse!

ok i lied i want to talk about them now

i present to you: kakitz, the most divorced oc/canon ship of all time that have never even been friends in the first place

have you ever asked yourself, "can a woman who types up an actual counter-argument and a man who just sends "kys" in an internet debate really find love in this crazy world?" well look no further for that answer, because—

they are everything to me. i famously once said about them:

"they hate each other. theyre closer to each other than anyone else. theyre doomed by circumstance. theyre destined to be together. one thinks the other is dumb as hell. theyre intensely jealous of each other. they want no one else but the other"

also this happens at some point:

sorry for the insanely long post im just obsessed with them and dont know how else to put it into words lmao. so have this

[meniwame]

💭 ((First impressions AHOY, let's GOOOOO--))

Muse Thoughts Ask Game

"They're. . .like me." There's a familiarity to the android, viewed through the camera as they were. It's in the hunch of the shoulders, the flatness of their gaze, the way their body leans into each motion. But they're different, still. There's a spark to them. A flourish that even their minutely efficient motions can't disguise.

They're different.

But maybe they're similar enough to connect. After all, the outworlder hadn't managed to make a single one yet. For now, though they would do what was most comfortable for them. They would watch and wait and think about if the wish they'd been burdened with was really worth it.

[aintitfierce]

@2c75ff: ((godDAMN IT, now it's in MY brain. So relatable, Pretty Vanya...))

"!! he hopes it is like a cold, then! he will rid himself of The Cursed Virus by gifting it to another!"

[regulus-regent]

“I wanted to make fun of stupid people while I get drunk. My two true passions.” ((Recreational word-sayer Seventeen strikes again. This is Vegeta's life now.))

"I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time. At least you have some taste in entertainment. These gatherings are insufferable and there's certainly no shortage of idiots here to keep us entertained."

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

It felt surreal at times to live in a world where two people who had been nothing but unrepentant monsters were instead two people who seemed content to live a life of mundanity. Once, they haunted dreams, but now... Now they were like anyone else, their crimes of terror didn't exist here. In a way, it was a simple look into how similar yet different the multiverse truly was- Never in his life did he think he'd attend any sort of party with them, and yet here he was doing just that. As tempted as he was to not accept the invitation, it was hard for Trunks to turn down Krillin's encouragement that things would be just fine, and to his credit, they had been manageable.

It was nice to live in this mundanity, something he never got to truly experience for most of his life- even if his tension would rise whenever either android would just so happen to get a little too close to him by pure chance. Really, if they were in one area, he was likely to immediately move a good bit further away.

It wasn't all awkward. He was able to talk with others, enjoy some food, and even answer questions about his relationship to his "little brother" when the topic came up. It was when he was partaking in one of these activities that one of the twins finally managed to sneak up on him. For a moment, he freezes, his heart temporarily racing faster as Seventeen opens his mouth to note the lack of subtilty on Trunks's part. This hadn't been the first interaction between the two since Trunks had found a home in the current timeline, but nothing and it seemed like that would be the most they'd ever truly interact. And he could live with that. It wasn't as if he had done anything to them that would cause them resentment, and he could avoid any complications if he just never had to address his own awkwardness around them.

Now that Seventeen had managed to actually questioning his behavior, it would seem that Trunks would have to do a bit more talking then he planned. There's no point in playing coy, he has to just acknowledge the other's points instead.

"...I can't imagine there'd be any other occasion we'd risk running into each other. It's not as if we live particularly close to each other."

His comment comes out a bit more sarcastic than intended, but he doesn't amend the statement. He attempts to keep himself looking cool and relaxed as he shifts to the side, though his body movements are stiff and tense, his eyes tracking Seventeen's movements as if he was expecting a punch or a kick to fly at him.

"And I... don't really think there's anything too interesting I have to say. Nothing that needs to be shared, anyway."

It’s right around the moment where one of the kids asks him (in the demanding, nose-wrinkled way that kids often do) if he’s a robot like his sister that Seventeen begins to think that just living in the woods alone, forever, really might be the key to existential serenity.

In a way though, he sort of respects that particular brand of earnest audacity; and before he knows it, he’s whiled away a somewhat larger slice of the afternoon than he’d have expected of himself just dryly humoring whatever children's antics so happen to roll his way. ("Wow," he says at one point, moments after one of the youngest has dumped a handful of grass on his head. "So grounded." The indignant shriek that follows -- "You're not my mom or my dad! You can't ground me!" -- is the first thing in what years to make him laugh like he might even mean it.) Eventually though, enough is enough; and he beats a temporary retreat behind the loaded buffet table, letting it stand as a literal and figurative line of defense between himself and the handful of kids zipping around on the sprawling yard.

He’s also motivated, of course, by the fact that the one guy he still really wants to see so happens to have the same idea.

"Well, well, well...look who it is."

(A pair of fingers tap lightly upon the table as Seventeen meanders into Trunks’ orbit. With the way the day has gone so far, some part of him is surprised that Trunks hasn’t already just vaulted the table to get away from him.)

"You’re a tough guy to get alone, you know,” he remarks plainly, without heat -- less because it's a particularly clever observation and more because he figures Trunks should know that he knows. "Relax; I know you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve been watching you turn somersaults all afternoon just to keep from being within like twenty feet of me. Y’ain’t exactly slick about it.” Folding his arms loosely and propping a hip against the edge of the table, he gives Trunks a ‘what gives?’ kind of look. “So...we gonna just avoid each other at every children’s birthday party or whatever from now until the end of time, or what?”

[ @hopefromadoomedtimeline ]

[hubofthemashaghost]

@2c75ff: ((what what WHAT--))

here it is! and it's packed full of Callbacks i'm. i need a moment ;-;

[kiealer]

For the 'be honest' meme: 4, 7, and 12!

the be honest meme. 

4) How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

I have actually had to do this -- explaining RP to my fiancée was a trip. I explained it as basically crafting a makeshift book together; we take two (or more) characters, and write out a back-and-forth based on an interaction or overall story concept. I'm trying to write out something with the ankian boys funnily enough with her. she doesn't entirely understand yet, but I'm hoping that it makes more sense in practice for her.

7) What’s your opinion on call out posts?

I'm... hmm. I don't really know. I haven't seen one in a long while on this platform in particular. It... depends, I suppose? These can be used for smear campaigns just because someone is hurt over something so minor, but they can also be used to inform and educate others on someone who may be potentially very dangerous/has outrageous behavior. That said, people are capable of change if they wish to do so, and so to some degree I feel callout posts CAN be unfair or unjustified. Like, unless the matter is serious, keep it private, see if you can work it out among yourselves first.

12) Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

uh. gonna throw this one under a read-more--

it's been a few years since then, so a good number of people don't know about this (while those who have been Around Awhile may remember) -- I had something of an altercation with someone on this platform who I thought I was close friends with for a few months to a year.

to call it 'drama' honestly feels undermining, because it was very real to me, to the point it triggered PTSD reactions in me and made me realize I had PTSD in the first place. tl;dr, as I remember it, there was one day I spent with others instead of this person, and that resulted in a total meltdown from this person. I asked for space because I was heavily triggered by the onslaught of demeaning insults and demands that I apologize. I was DM'd, I was called (on my phone, through my phone number), I was sent items like gifts and food to my house (for some context, I had housed this person for about a week to help them get out of a situation, so they knew of my address already), I learned awhile after that this person had gone to other people in order to get to me. I stepped away from tumblr for a little while. In that time, my friends were harassed, as was I. Eventually, I had a call with this person, to try and clear things up and maybe try to fix any problems, and they were just... unreasonable. That was the last time I ever contacted them, but not the last I'd heard of them. They proceeded to launch a smear campaign of me on this site, to luckily no avail.

I was fine if they decided they wanted to keep writing here. I didn't mind that. I encouraged people to still write with them, I wanted them to have interactions, as long as we stayed separated. I haven't heard anything of them in at least 2 years, I think.

As for regret, I... well, of course I regret it, to some extent. I wish it hadn't blown up as big as it did. I wish it hadn't happened at all. But, part of me also fears for if it didn't happen, and what state I'd be in now if that didn't happen. I don't think about this as often as I used to, but every once in awhile, it still crosses my mind and makes me incredibly sad.

[ozonelasher]

continuation of this ask response from @2c75ff

She’s mulling over his answer as she spiders up after him, taking in how nonchalant he is about what he tells her. It’s easy now to see that key difference between them—he embraces transience while she just surrenders to it. 

Her head pops up from over the other side and she peers down at him for a pause, the silver in her irises glinting like metal in the afternoon light.

“Okay,” she says, bringing her legs over the top.

Taking his gloved hand in her own, she drops down and easily lands on her feet. With that over with, she follows him further into the enclosure.

“What did you say they were called again?”

[meniwame]

Bio

NAME: Drishya

GENDER: It's complicated. . . (varies often, Non-binary in practice, use whatever you want they dont care)

ORIENTATION: Demisexual

HEIGHT: 190cm or approx. 6'2

BODY TYPE: Thickset. Subtly muscular but hidden under fat and clothes unless flexing. A bit of stomach.

POSTURE: Very relaxed. Tends to float rather than stand. Often keeps hands in pocket when not actively gesturing or using a camera that requires hands to use.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A color (some strange swirl of blue and purple and black. Sometimes it's their eyes. Sometimes it's hair. Sometimes it's light shining off feathers or a carapace.), a smile that seems to echo in ones body, and an item (a camera. What the camera looks like varies depending on what the technology of the world is like but it always has 3 dark floating orbs around it.)

STYLE OF DRESS: Never quite right for the weather. A crop top and a lettermans jacket in summer, shorts and a sleeveless shirt in winter. It never seems quite right but it never seems to bother them. They favor things they think look good on them but don't really bother with fast fashion. They prefer handmade items. Or; Background NPC at a fashion shoot.

AT THEIR BEST: friendly. helpful. curious. adaptable. unflappable.

AT THEIR WORST: distant. pragmatic. curious. detached. unsympathetic.

TEMPERAMENT: Eccentric but curious. Has the same demeanor as a child presented with the draconology book. Fascinated easily. Perhaps a bit spacey but never fully ignorant. Never puts down their camera and so can seem a bit fake but their curiosity and willingness to help those who ask never seems to come with any strings. They rarely show anger but when they do it's a cold anger. But that takes quite a bit to get there.

MOTIVATION: 'The universe is vast. It's filled with things I've never truly understood. to fulfill that last wish, I must experience all I can.

CONUNDRUM: 'Am I trapped by this new way of life or is it my way of thinking I'm trapped by? I want to go back to the way I was but I don't know if I could even do that. How do you overcome homesickness for a home that was your everything?'

[regulus-regent]

@2c75ff

[regulus-regent]

The aroma of sizzling food filled the air, boisterous noises of children mingling with the laughter and conversation created a cacophony that threatened to drive the prince mad. Vegeta scowled as he stood at the edge of the backyard, arms folded tightly across his chest. He couldn't believe he had allowed himself to be roped into attending this frivolous backyard barbecue, especially one hosted by that fool Krillin. The very thought of spending his precious time mingling with the others, feigning interest in their mindless chatter, grated on his nerves. He'd find a spot against the far side of the yard, positioning himself far enough to make others known he wasn't going to participate in any chatter.

Vegeta raised a brow as a familiar figure approached him, weaving through the crowd with a casual swagger that caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as he regarded Android 17, his usual scowl firmly in place. The Prince had little patience for most of the people at this gathering, but 17's sudden approach intrigued him slightly.

"Fine" he grumbled with a huff as he turned his gaze back to the crowd, the end of his tail flicking sharply in annoyance. "Five minutes" he repeated, more to himself than to 17. "And, believe me, I have no intention of making it 'weird'. I'm only tolerating this because it's marginally better than dealing with the rest of these idiots. But if that clown Krillin comes over here, you're on your own."

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Seventeen had deadpanned the third time he'd turned around and nearly taken Krillin's face straight to the sternum. “Seriously; I don't need a chaperone. Go have fun or something. Whatever it is y'all do.”

Krillin had laughed it off -- (“No, hey, I get it! I just want to make sure you’re good, you know? This stuff's probably still pretty weird to you.”) -- and to his credit, the shadowing had gotten marginally more discreet from that point onward. Still though, Seventeen can feel that questioning, too-kind gaze slide over him more often than he'd strictly like; and while he's never been particularly shy of being looked at, he's also never cared much for the sense that someone thinks he needs their help.

(And, like--. It's a backyard barbecue. Surely he can manage.)

It's with that thought in mind and the prickle of eyes on the back of his neck that Seventeen at last breaks from his spot and instead makes his way in a weaving amble over to the one guy who's managing to look more out of place at this shindig than he is. He even makes a preemptive little 'I come in peace' gesture and everything.

"So, hey," he drawls, sidestepping a couple of tumbling children and meandering into the space that might be considered Vegeta's conversational vicinity, "Not to harsh the whole brooding thing you've got going on over here, but there's a very short, formerly bald man following me around trying to act like he isn't, and if he tries to 'good host' me any harder, I really might lose it." Settling into place against the wall -- not too close, not too far -- Seventeen folds his arms loosely and kicks one ankle across the other. "Five minutes to let him see I'm mingling, then I'm gone. Don't make it weird."

[ @regulus-regent ]

[kiealer]

✰ @2c75ff

❝I had to be sure it was you.❞

Something akin to guilt almost taints her curiosity. On a strong whim, she had decided to stay behind while her friends ventured back to their allotted camp, purely because she needed to see if she could truly trust her eyes. The fact that she could run into him of all people, here of all places, left her dumbfounded enough and fueled her anxiety-driven curiosity. To see his face again after all these years… she wasn't sure quite how to feel.

❝Sorry,❞ the guilt finally overrides every other feeling swirling about in her brain. He could be living a peaceful life now, after all. Who was she to trample all over it? ❝I didn't mean to bother you, I just… was surprised to see you again.❞

[meniwame]

Let Me Assign You An Affection Language

A Story That Ends In Blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing.

You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

Tagged by: @asurastro

Tagging: @bloodandwhimsy @cursedfortune @dyavol @umbrellabancho @viopolis @2c75ff @n3rdb0x @long-haired-hottie @regulus-regent

[meniwame]

When do You Gaze At Your Lover?

when they don't see you you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. it's enough you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. but what if it's not? and what if you're wrong. what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at.

Yoinked from @kicharges (I've had this drafted for ages) Tagging: @2c75ff @kiealer and whoever else wants to lmao