#I will cherish all of them o7

[silvermizuki]

@vurelly WAHHHH VUUUUUU

[uniquezombiedestiny]

HI HI!!! 🧅 🥕 for bella and 🥭 🍋 for vera?

literally rubbed my hands together deviously when i saw this ask

for bella:

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

death and loss. especially if theres nothing to be done. permanent loss just hits, probably because of how many people both died and just disappeared in t589, plus just suddenly losing her family then the c127 guys. and ofc its just sad in general - suffering in general hurts her heart even as a longtime l corp agent

owen probably knows that tbh since they stayed pretty close to eachother throughout t589, but whenever shes emotional she tends to hide it. most people dont know and she wants to keep it that way

tbh bella cries kinda.. easily? subconsciously? she tends to cry but not realize it, like in the laundry room. as a kid she ended up seeing a lot of death and loneliness in t589, and the first instinct of crying kinda just cemented itself there.

as captain though (and as she grew up) she a) started going into like. serious mode to deal with shit (ex. when she used pink the in the shelter) and b) purposefully kept her emotions in check more. but when shes alone they just spring back up (more examples. bc i like to point out things in my writing :3 after The Safety Incident with lunas, laundry room ofc, and after the pink and shelter thing*)

*unrelated fun fact: in cc after that i wanted to imply she felt sick and vomited, but rereading it can also be interpreted as self harming :3 <- evil

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

when it comes to stressful situations, especially in combat/trying to protect others, she acts more serious and walled off. but in the aftermath her walls tend to crumble

for sillier situations though. she is not immune to the silly. she can resist it but eventually she will cave. put her with ppodae for long enough and she will exit containment with him /hj

for vera:

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

red!!!! warmer colors represent her well, which are also her favorite colors :) i think shed like the primary ones, plus cyan purple and pink. she loves pleasant gradients.

color meanings :3 from this page

red - passion, excitement, love, but also danger and anger. orange - creativity, warmth, happiness. this one doesnt have any negative meanings lmao. also grabs attention like red! yellow - optimism and cheer, but also intellect and caution. + alarm and sickness (i can totally see this in some art based around the negative meanings where theres just. a blaringly bright yellow background)

shes very passionate and happy, but also impulsive and dangerous, both to herself and others. like super red. on the inside though she is more mellow and intelligent than she acts, yellow and orange.

all the colors grab attention like i said, and yeah she likes to do that. she wants to appeal to everyone and make them all happy :)

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

she takes on more than she can handle. in her own story she focuses so hard on dealing with the timeloop entirely alone that she goes out of her mind with stress. even in more mundane things shell try and go alone, which ig shows a side of her i havent looked into much.

for all of her friendliness she doesnt really trust people as much as she lets on. she doesnt expect them to come save her. she tries to be their friend and appeal to them but assumes that they only see her friendship as something passing or fickle.

everything i said about her applies to dnd vera as well! she also tries to be everyones friend and like a beacon of warmth, but thinks they dont care as much as they do. she revels in the communities she finds as she travels, cementing the temporariness of it all in her mind. and so, she takes it all on alone, and when she fails she can only fall back on herself.

shes assuming the party is going to abandon her soon since she practically almost killed them (and herself!) - mostly from her past, but also from the views of friendship shes made in her mind. like cutting off a deal because she couldnt uphold it. (also on that note i couldnt see through the fog of angst </3 she wont be mad at them for coming back!!! more just. surprised and happy, but assuming it isnt gonna last.)

[tabsterfm]

Well, my sleep schedule was so ass, it killed my babies while trying to get to super ultimate. It really be like that sometimes in v-pet land.

I have decided that I have gotten bored of these two devices for the time being, soooooo... drumroll pleeeaassseee...

I'm gonna be running the-... huh? There are already Digimon roaming free in these devices, an Algomon and a Peckmon to be exact! I wonder why I left them to frolick on their own instead of finishing their lines. Oh well, I guess I can just put them in the backup slot like I did last-

*Ptooooo* A FUCKING ENTMON??? WHAT WAS I COOKING WHEN I WAS LAST PLAYING MY WIND GUARDIAN Z DEVICE??? My guess was I was raising the Peckmon to then jogres into the Entmon and make something else, but honestly who knows at this point. Let's just use slot B and start them both on a clean slate.

God, these eggs look awesome- especially Ms. BadassSkull over there. Shit, life woulda been GOOD of I was born from that egg, but alas.

And here they are, the Baby Is of these devices! For this run, the 'mon on the purple device will be known as "Duke" and the 'mon on the blue device will be known as "Wendy". Duke is an Algomon and Wendy is a Pururumon. Both of these designs are very cute, especially with how Pururumon looks like a worm from the Mothra Tamagotchi. Love me Algomon too cuz I love eyeball creatures.

And here they are evolved. With Duke becoming an... Algomon? What? Wait, the other 'mon on here that I had to put in storage was ALSO an Algomon... nice one, Bandai. Anyways, Wendy is now a Poromon. Both still cute, both still cherished by me until the end of time. May both of your journeys be grand ones. God speed, you two o7.

Alright, that's all from me today! Tune in tomorrow to see what these beauties become! Until next time, see ya!

P.S. because I can't post more images on mobile in this log, I can't show you that Wendy's egg was a traited one whereas Duke's wasn't. Duke's gonna have to be on tjr hustle to keep up with Wendy!

[silvers-and-golds]

I’m gonna slide in here and start with 3, 6, 7, and 8 on the Hellenism asks if that’s okay, friend.

Have a nice day o7

Aww you too!! o7

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3: what is your favorite myth?

Honestly, anything involving Artemis or Apollo. I cherish them so much

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6: what drew you to Hellenism? What made you choose it over anything else?

Uh this'll be long, so I might put it in the next ask lol

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7: do you believe in past lives?

Ehh, in a way. I do think we have past lives but I don't think we all have access to them. Like, something we did before reset it and that's why you feel familiar things but can't tell how.

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8: do you believe in the underworld? If so, do you think about it literally or as more of a concept?

A bit of both? I don't imaging the Percy Jackson version, nor the Hercules one either. I believe it's there, but it changes depending on the severity of your... Punishment? If that makes sense?

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I hope this eased your curiosity lol. If not, feel free to ask me more :}

[fragmcntedsouls]

o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them ( for Billie )

billie dawson ✦ memes

“It’s funny—” It felt like those were the first words that Billie had spoken in hours. Even to her, the sound seemed uncomfortable amidst the static silence. Gianna’s revelation had left her head reeling – old wounds torn wide open and her heart wounded. From the moment she had returned to the compound, Billie had hidden herself away in her room. Knees tucked against her chest as she sat on the windowsill, staring blankly ahead until the room had been consumed by darkness. “--- I have her eyes. I couldn’t see that from the TV. She looks different in person, but they say that, right?” Her voice became quieter. “They always look different in person.”

She had only just become settled in it again and it seemed cruel how whenever that happened, the world was destined to be tilted on its axis. Ever since leaving Gianna, Billie had felt numb – stripped of all and any true emotion. The Shock of it all, had left her feeling trapped, ambushed even and she hadn’t been kind to Gianna. Perhaps a part of her regretted that now – but she felt too betrayed to dwell on that. The one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally, to protect her, cherish her – the first person to hold her, to look into her eyes had done so and still, chosen to leave her behind. 

“She wasn’t looking for me” her voice betrayed her upon the admission, her features contorting as a lifetime of pain, of pain suppressed and replaced with hope, now forced itself to the surface. “Gianna Madden – that’s her name. My mom." A sound somewhere between laughter and a strangled sob urged from her lungs, “how fucked up is that? My mom is a senator – a power hungry shark and me –” her head shook, vision distorting as her heart pounded in her chest “-- well, I’m just a dirty little secret. A grenade, waiting for the pin to be pulled out.” 

Billie had spent years making excuses. Excuses for a woman she wasn’t above begging to love her. But now – having come face to face with that woman, a woman she feared could never love anything but a career – but power, Billie realised just how naïve she was. How pathetic, she must seem to a woman like that.

Her head shook as tears began to stream down her cheeks, adamant to resist the offered embrace at first. Spend an afternoon with a woman who abandoned you and you too would feel undeserving of any comfort.

“Don’t – don’t” she whimpered, but there was no real fight left to give. No fight that she would ever use against Briggs. Despite her words, her frame fell against his, fingers balling into the material of his shirt as she pulled herself into the embrace, her legs threatening to give way as she held onto him as though her life depended on it and in so many ways, it did – always had.

@ofmoonlitmagic

[marie-dufresne]

∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them .

It had all been her idea.

She had seen an opportunity for freedom in the cold mercenary she met on her quest for waffles and had jumped on it immediately. Marie Dufresne was no stranger to crime, or even to murder. While she had never committed any homicides with her own hands, her father had a favourite foyer in their family home for doing away with traitors and those he was, quite simply, through with.

She had grown up around it.

For her, paying someone to kill on her behalf was as easy as ordering filet mignon on a Tuesday evening. She made her list, kept communication with Cloud discreet, and paid well. Too well, one might argue.

What she hadn’t expected, was for the wretched old men to pick up on her scheme.

They didn’t even consider her to be the one behind the string of killings. In fact, they all believed it was their ties with her father that put the bullseyes on their backs. It was costing Arthur business, and it was creating panic amongst her clients.

Tonight, the panic had been turned on her.

There was a scheduled hit. What hadn’t been planned, was her presence in the man’s home. He hadn’t been on her schedule for another three days, but with the uproar in their little secret society, Arthur was willing to do most anything to keep his connections strong.

The rich old dirtbag hadn’t wanted sex from her, which surprised her. He cloistered them away in his closet, muttering frantic nonsense, convinced he was next. But for all his panic, he wasn’t willing to go alone. If he were to die, he would take Arthur’s little legacy with him.

It was by luck, fate, or divine intervention that Cloud arrived when he did, Hector’s wrinkled hands around her throat, using what little strength he still possessed to extinguish the life from the young blonde he had never wanted to share with anyone else in the first place.

Cloud made quick work of the kill—never one to waste time—and by the time he turned to Marie, she was in hysterics. Hoarse, trembling, disoriented hysterics.

She had forgotten how desperate men could get.

Though she was barely making any sounds, her hands did not know what to do. In her hair, over her face, scratching at her arms—she couldn’t stand still, heaving and gasping, silent tears and croaking sobs wracked her body and before her knees gave way, his arms were around her, and she was forced into stillness.

She had never been hugged this way, not by anyone she could call a peer, and it shook her possibly more deeply than the assault on her. Maybe he was simply irritated with her panic and needed her calm so they could move forward, but for her, it was an embrace she would cherish for the rest of her life, no matter how short that may turn out to be.

“I…I only want my freedom,” she rasped, her arms limp at her side, unable to return his hold, unsure if he would accept it.

She never imagined her fight would spiral this badly.

[ask-the-tempest-king]

(hiiii uni’s kicking my assssss)

“Mail’s he—“

Silver stopped suddenly and lowered her waving letter filled hands when she saw Dima— His Majesty in the intricately sewn cloak she and her team gifted him all those months ago. She couldn’t help but beam in awe and gratitude.

“Oh, my god!” She ran over and nearly skidded on the ice patched road, gripping his hands for support.

Half laughing, half panting, she let him go and righted herself, stepping back.

“It looks so good on you!” She quickly covered her mouth and gasped, “What anyone else say? I suck at sewing so I had to have Eileen take over.

Ah, whatever. I’m glad you like it! I meant every word I said in that letter.”

// me 🤝you: getting beaten with a stick by higher education. godspeed to you o7

Ah, please be careful! *he smiles fondly at her as he steadies her* I have received many compliments on it, and I'm very glad that I'm not the only one who admires the handiwork of it. Some have even asked me where I got it from because they wanted one of their own. I certainly do not blame them, this is one of the finest cloaks I have ever owned. I cannot thank all of you enough for this! I don't know exactly which of this is your sewing and which is Eileen's, but I believe both of you did a wonderful job on it! After trying to learn how to sew myself, courtesy of Mercedes, I have gained a newfound appreciation of sewing. I cherish this very dearly, and all of you have my unending gratitude for it. I hope you will tell the others, they deserve to be appreciated for the hard work they did for this.