#altergo

[hellsballz]

could i hear more about alterego au pls

I THREW MY PHONE ON MY BED AND THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT... YEEEEEAAAAGHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (okay so first just wanted to say i use any pronouns for seliel and they/he for harumi (even though i call them a princess) (that's gonna be a plot point okay))

OKAY so basically this au is just. very self indulgent. like i rebloged a post i think yesterday about it. its purely for my toxic yuri of harumi x seliel OKAY HEAR ME OUT HERE

when i first read the phantom ninja comic i thought to myself damn seliel and harumi would like eachother... but i was a different person back then (cough cough four months ago lmao) and i was like nah... seliel isn't even canon this is too cringe... but i have changed my ways bro ain't no way i won't be doing that i am cringe and free. like three months ago i was scrolling through ao3 looking for ANYTHING seliel related and i saw a few fanfics tagged harumi x seliel. and at that moment i was like. im not alone. someone out there is as crazy as i am. i am cringe and i am free. i will ship them.

basically this au is seliel gets dragged intro the royal familys business by cole and gets a cute little crush on harumi while harumi wants to kill him❤

nah jk a little... its slightly more complex then that

oh yanma what did you get yourself into.......

after way of the departed cole and seliel interact much more, they play games together online, send themselves postcards, message themselves on their phones and just talk a lot more but its long distance because nom is literally on the other side of ninjago in the middle of nowhere. well when season8 comes around the ninja are recruited to watch over and protect the oni mask that resides in the palace... but everyone immidiatelly notices that lloyd gets a crush on harumi. everyone giggles about it a little but they soon realize that it might be an issue later on. cole back in the first few seasons and pilots used to be the leader of the group (you can see it very well in order comics and books) and he realizes that this might be an obsticle because of how much they already have to do; keeping the mask of the oni safe, looking for the other one, figuring out why someone would need them and what they would use them for, and also looking for master wu... but the royal family still needs protection, and they won't take in a some rando. so cole suggests seliel. everyone (excluding lloyd who has no idea who seliel is) is like well considering our situation she's the best choice... though some are sceptical because the last time all of them interacted was years ago during rebooted and he was a dick to them lowkey😭 lloyd also agrees because he's too embaressed to admit he has a crush on the princess.

cole hypes phantom the fuck up to the royal family. he tells them that they need more personal protection while the ninja are there in general and because they themselves are mostly focused on the oni mask shenanigans. they relucantly agree and cole calls phantom.

he very relucantly agrees BUT has very specific and strict rules that he would work under:

1. most important - COMPLETE ANONIMITY. no one in nom knows that seliel is the phantom and he doesnt want anyone else other then his dad and the ninja knowing. he takes this very seriously; the floor his room will be on has to be completely cut off from the rest of the palace, no one can enter it for the sake of his privacy.

2. an extenstion of the first rule - they have to make him a new suit (he was just being a bit bossy and thought yk might as well make them make me a new gi if they need me that bad they will do it.) and they do! tbh this was lwk just an excuse for me to design my own phantom suit LMAO

3. working only at night. phantom is a night creature that sleeps during the day

4. oh yeah he has to have his own place there in the palace with somewhere to train and stuff. cole didn't tell the royal family where phantom is from, just that's he's a "great warrior from far away"

okay yk what gimme a minute im gonna make a part two to this because typing all of this on mobile is very uncomfy💔 like subscribe and hit that bell

[ran-orimoto]

Toei, how much money do I have to give you to receive a Frontier Detective-themed set about The Great Detective Shibayama?? TOEI?! You did it with 02…Now I need one with Frontier and Junpei…

But watch them eventually doing it and giving all the spotlight to Kouji and Junpei suddenly is dressed as a garbage man. I have to provide on my own, I fear, but I need to figure out what kind of detective he aims to be?? Poirot style? Detective Conan because of that title???? Junpei shrinking lmaoooo. Or maybe he just wants to be a reference to Professor Layton??

Damn, Toei, I need so much more about Junpei’s actorial side. You strangled me so tightly there.

It might also be Junpei has got so many alter egos, just like an opera singer on stage having such different roles…Who knows? He might have a Tuxedo Mask one too. Shoutout to my Japanese friend drawing him like Tuxedo Mask.

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || Masterlist

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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[sillybigbird]

Bruce Wayne In public is the most fairy girliepop rich celebrity and uses it as a cover for his altergo, he at first didn't like it but now he's enjoying himself, specially after it started to publicly embarras his kids. He know its working when he sees people in twitter complaining about him, it encourages him

[craziechwiv]

@fizzyboy

Behold your altergo: carbenatedcompadre!

(I just wanted to make fanart of something for you and saw your oc and was like: "....Fuck it we ball.")

[mystery--mist]

Censored cause I want to avoid harassment to the user

Ok, as Charlie would say to Alastor:

"Aaaah yeah... 1 note"

First, I know this is a RP account / Alterego but even if I'm aware of that, these comments still mean, regardless the context/role of this blog.

"#pregnancy is a no bc bleh for sensory issues and dysphoria"

If you don't have anything positive to contribute to the post, please just keep it for yourself. I get this is your personal opinion, but other people with dysphoria, trans people or people where Vox is their kin or comfort character don't share your opinion, so don't talk by everyone here. I know trans friends or friends where Vox is their kin or Comfort character and they use it to explore thematics they can't do in real life and they DO feel comfortable drawing this kind of topics.

If your Altergo / Role character prefer the adoption is valid, but DON'T invalid other people by who they prefer express the topic. Pregnancy here is not involved as a sexual kink, just a parenthood process, means that is tender to expect a children and form a family.

"#sorry just. transman and. yeah."

I must guess you (user/mod) are a transman, and your opinion and identity is totally valid here but it isn't an excuse for the poor (and childish) way you express/add you first tag/opinion. It's uncomfortable and you are invalidating the preferences of the artist. I can assure you this artist doesn't like involve sexual kinks with pregnancy and they just like Fluffy Domestic AUs. It would have been kinder of you if you had RBed the post omitting the first tag sincerely. You could avoid problems with other sensitive artists.

As conclusion:

Your preferences are valid but adding that tag or the way you word that tag is rude. Please, think what you comment or HOW you express your opinion before posting and avoid problems with other users. And don't invalidate people only becaue of their fictional preferences please.

I invite you, and everyeone, to mute the triggering tags or block the person to avoid content you are not comfortable instead of spread rude/hate comments under the posts of other artists ♥

Hi!! Thank u for responding to my ask!!!!

I was gonna say do something with Alastor finding out that hes going to become a papa for the first tome ever (and Vox I believe is the mama) ^^

art by me and @tokintormin

[retornandoaojunior]

Capítulo 1: Rua Augusta

A madrugada ia dando lugar para o dia, quando eu e meus dois amigos, Thalles e Tubarão, entramos no que só poderia ser descrito como o after do after. A Rua Augusta, com suas luzes nebulosas e promessas de eternidade, nos engoliu em seu ventre de concreto e neon.

Thalles, o eterno galã de 24 anos, e Tubarão, o charmoso enigma de quase 30, haviam conseguido entradas baratas, com a promessa de drinks à vontade. Pagaram minha entrada — um ato de generosidade que se tornaria habitual. O local era um segredo bem guardado, escondido no fundo de uma galeria que mais parecia um beco de mistérios - Ao cruzarmos a porta, fomos transportados para noite novamente, outra dimensão sem julgamentos. A música? Uma entidade viva, pulsava através de nós, e eu me deixei levar pela dança sem reservas, sem medos, apenas ali curtindo cada nota no meu corpo.

Entre a multidão, uma figura se destacou: Raquel. Baixinha, loira, com seios fartos e um sorriso que iluminava a penumbra. Seu jeito tinha um quê de carioca, uma ginga que me atraía, mesmo eu sendo o único não hétero do grupo: - Oi, meu nome é Raquel. E o seu? — ela perguntou, com uma voz que carregava o calor do Rio. - Junior — respondi, sentindo o flerte implícito em seu olhar. - Hmm, você é altão. Bora dançar comigo? Eu amo essa música! Vemmm. Minha mão foi levada pela loira e ela tinha razão. A música era perfeita. Nós dois nos perdemos no ritmo. Mas a noite ainda guardava mais surpresas. Meu amigo Thalles me chamou para o banheiro, e foi lá que Tubarão nos apresentou a um pó que prometia elevar a festa a outro nível. Seis carreiras, duas para cada um. A festa dentro de nós começou a competir com a festa ao redor.

De volta à pista, Raquel reapareceu, e logo formamos uma roda. Uma latinha circulava, contendo um lança (Que diziam ser da melhor qualidade). Minha vez chegou, e com uma baforada, passei adiante. - Vamos para o camarote! — Raquel sugeriu, e antes que percebêssemos, estávamos no alto, observando a festa de um ponto foda.

No camarote, Raquel se sentou em um sofá cromado, e eu me vi refletido em uma parede espelhada. O reflexo mostrava Leonardo, meu altergo, confiante, que havia deixado a timidez no interior e aqui na capital, ele veem. Trazendo um Junior confiante e pronto pra qualquer rolê. - É, acho que bateu forte — Tubarão comentou, observando a cena. - Porra, bateu mais que forte! — concordei, sentindo o mundo girar.

A noite avançava, e com ela, os limites da realidade se desfaziam. Raquel, com um sorriso travesso, trouxe mais surpresas escondidas nos seios, e a festa se intensificou. Dois saquinhos de padê da melhor qualidade e um frasco de ácido. (Acredito que daqueles peitos poderiam sair, qualquer droga que eu quisesse).  O ácido foi passando e chegando em mim.. Foi minha segunda e útima baforada da noite. - Perai!! (pensei) Algo mudou. A música se distanciou, e uma sensação amigável mas estranha me invadiu. Meus sentidos se esvaíram, e a morte sussurrou em meu ouvido.

Meu último pensamento foi uma despedida para a vida que eu havia vivido, repleta de momentos marcantes e prazeres simples. ... Beleza, morri. Foi foda, vivi o que queria, comi bem, sorri demais [enquanto pensava, um filme passava em minha mente com todos momentos maravilhosos, todas as festas, beijos, transas intensas, almoços em restaurantes caros no meio da tarde de expediente, transas carinhosas, minhas viagens à praia, à Salvador, à Buenos Aires, as delícias gastronômicas, o aroma do café preto pela manhã, minha família, amigos, o sorriso do meu irmão gêmeo e todo meu sucesso como diretor de marketing. ] Pensei: "É isso. O show acabou. Desligaram minha tv. Fim pra mim.  Tchau." Vi a tela da minha existência se apagar, e com ela, a certeza de que o show havia terminado.

[thaddboii]

Coming different 2020😤 THADDBOII

[heyitschariii]

Meet Shy Girl

Shy girl is one of my (many) alter egos. The name she is given is Carolina Johns. She’s a creative gal. Her favorite color is yellow but those soft bright yellows. She likes writing and is a hopeless romantic wanting love. Will she ever find it? Let’s find out! 

[des-vanecido]

No las encuentro aún...

Uno dividido en Dos. (Continuación)

Sí, me enamoré pero no te olvidé.

—¿Quien fué el que empezó a actuar distante? —¿Fuí yo acaso?

—Tan solo te dejé.

—Porque creí que te molestaba ella.

—Nunca más te ví...

—Me tomas el pelo ¿verdad?

—No, estoy diciendo la cosas tal cual como pasaron.

—¡Eres un idiota Dorian!

—Sí me fueras hablado, si tan solo me fueras tomado en cuenta, ¿Crees que estuviéramos en esta situación? ¿Crees que estuviéramos roto?

—Tres años, tres malditos años pasaron...

—Que esperaba que hiciera ¿eh?

—¿Hablarte como si nada pasará? ¿Darte flores acaso?

—Estuve sólo en la oscuridad, esa que callas.

—La que te avergüenza de contar por el miedo del que dirán las demás personas.

—La que nadie conoce tan solo yo, por qué he nacido de ella.

—Yo soy todo lo que callas, yo soy capaz de hacer todo lo que tú no eres.

—Me tenías aquí para ti, pero preferiste a personas desconocidas.

—Y por eso esperabas a que me durmiera ¿cierto?

—Empezabas hacer cosas que no eran propias de mí.

—¿Creiste que no me daría de cuenta?

—Me dices idiota, pero vaya que tú también lo eres!

—Creo que en eso somos iguales.

—Puedo preguntar: ¿por qué?

—Porque ya era hora de que saliera, porque al igual que tú este también es mi cuerpo, tengo tanto derecho como tú.

—Y también lo hice porqué quiero protegerte...

—¿Protegerme? ¿De quién?

—De tí mismo.

Dorian, yo también lloré, a mí también me dolió...

Pero tú decides perdonar y olvidar como si con eso reiniciaras todo, no amigo vives en un mundo controlado por la hipocresía, la mentira, la falsedad. Eres débil y blando.

Estoy aquí para abrirte los ojos, para que veas tal cual como son las cosas.

Ella es feliz con alguien más y tú estás aquí dedicándole poemas.

A cambio yo, no busco vengarme solo busco pagar con la misma cara de la moneda que me dieron, ¡Porque yo no soy Jesucristo! No soy bueno.

—Sí yo lloré ellos también lo harán...

—Eso se le llama venganza, Tyronne.

Tienes que aprender a ser un hijo de puta es la única manera de ganar

—No cállate! No es la manera hay mejores soluciones...

—Ah sí? Dime tres soluciones válidas, que te hayan funcionado

—...

–Dorian A.[Fallstar]

–Tyronne T.[Empty]

[sylhea-raemi]

sasara being put in a team full of teenagers is funny like one moment he's a honk honk funny man clown and the next minute he's looking after the kiddos that adopted him

[des-vanecido]

He sido tratado como un animal desde el día fui nacido.

las heridas que llevo son la corona sobre un rey.

tan pesado estoy que sé cuando ellos mienten,

con todo el dolor que ellos traen.

Mi vida es llena de deseo, y de falsas ilusiones

he sido dibujado en al fuego,

que como una polilla en una llama, mis alas se consumen lejos, cuando las cosas son demasiado hermosas, los rompo a pedazos,  

No soy un héroe, o un villano, no un dios, soy solamente un hombre, que mira fijamente por el reloj de arena, sus huellas en la arena, me desnudo sobre mi armadura, mis batallas aquí son hechas, agitaré mi bandera blanca para rendirme y volar al  maldito sol.

Tyronne E.

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || Epilogue

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

Previous

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 5 minutes

Years had a way of adding quiet resilience to life, and for Y/n, that resilience had blossomed into something extraordinary. She leaned back in her chair, gazing out over the city from her office -a corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of the skyline she'd worked so hard to reach. Her name, now etched on the company's door, replaced her father's and now held weight in an industry she'd grown to respect and shape. Being named leader had been a victory she once might have thought out of reach, yet now, she wore it with confidence, having earned every inch of ground beneath her feet.

The office door opened, and a familiar presence slipped in. San was there, still dressed in his work jacket, the insignia of his team's department neatly embroidered on his pocket. He now led the engineering team, a promotion he'd humbly accepted with a knowing smile -a smile that still made her heart race.

—Have time for a break, CEO? —he asked, eyes glinting with the same mischievous warmth she'd come to know all too well. He slid a takeaway coffee across her desk, precisely the way she liked it, and leaned against the edge of her desk.

Y/n looked up at him, a grin playing on her lips after she gave a quick glance to the ring on the finger on his left hand.

—Only if my chief engineer is joining me.

—Honestly, husband sounds way better —he complained, eyebrows slightly frowning while his lips pursed.

—I know —she giggled.

Their wedding picture on the upper right corner of her table confirmed it for her.

—I just came to check on you —he said with a chuckle, lifting his own coffee—. There's a project presentation this afternoon with my team. I swear, if I have to explain circuit integration one more time...

—I'm paying you for that —she joked, earning a roll of his eyes—. You're the only one who explains it well, so it actually makes sense —she reached out to straighten the collar of his jacket.

They sat in comfortable silence, sipping their coffee, as the office settled into its steady hum around them. Those small moments in the middle of their busy lives had become their grounding force. They worked alongside each other every day now, often passing in hallways or brushing shoulders in meeting rooms. But San was always there, a solid presence and her closest confidant. Together, they'd found balance, each thriving in their own way.

San cleared his throat, breaking the quiet.

—I was thinking... maybe after the presentation, we could get away for a weekend? Just us. It's been a while.

Y/n's face lit up. They had built a life filled with responsibility and ambition, but those moments where they simply were -no titles, no pressure- had become the highlights of every year. And while they tried to get the most out of those little moments, they knew soon it'd be impossible for them to get them.

—I'd love that —she replied softly—. Just say where, and I'm on your truck with two suitcases.

He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her knuckles.

—We've come a long way, haven't we?

—It's been crazy —she nodded—. I still can't believe all of this started because of a text —she laughed—. Feels like a lifetime ago.

Felt like a lifetime ago, and thinking deep about it, it had already been ten years since their bond became stronger after that incident in the hospital.

San's smile softened.

—Well, I wouldn't change a single thing —he grimaced—. I just can't believe all of this is due to those porn videos. Should we tell Savannah?

—Let's not... By the way, Savannah? —she looked almost offended by that name— Always thinking of names, and that's the one you chose?

—I like it —he shrugged.

—Try again.

—Georgia? That was Wooyoung's pick.

She shook her head again, almost showing off how disgusted she was by that option.

—We'll have time to come up with one name —she assured him.

—Not this weekend though. This weekend will only be ours. No kids' names, no families, no friends, no work.

Just as he said it, the phone on her desk buzzed. Her assistant's voice came through, reminding her of the afternoon meeting. Y/n sighed, squeezing his hand once more before standing, San following suit, moving a little bit faster to be able to help her get up from her place. Despite her clothes getting baggier, the belly bump was getting more evident every day.

As they walked toward the door, she turned to him.

—I know I'm pregnant, but I still can walk.

—I know, but I like taking care of my wife and my -still without a name- daughter.

Y/n rolled her eyes this time, trying to hide the smile that was starting to form on her face after he pronounced those words. They sounded so good with his voice...

—I think it'll be a good idea for you to come to the meeting as well —she suggested—. I'll be missing for a few days when I give birth, so it'll be good for you to know about those things in case something comes up. And, even after I recover, I think it’ll be nice for one of us to be here while the other stays home with the baby.

San nodded, his gaze filled with a quiet pride and a love that had only deepened over the years, accepting how she kept involving him in the company matters.

—Whatever my baby wants —he whispered, leaning in for a quick kiss before he pushed the door with his free hand, while the other remained on her shoulders.

And as Y/n walked back into her conference room, shoulders straight, head held high, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude. They were right where they were meant to be: leading together, side by side -two halves of a whole. Ready to keep building the future they'd fought so hard to create, ready to form that family they were dreaming of creating, ready to confront all the obstacles and spend all of their lives together through everything. 

THE END.

Taglist: @brown88

Thank you all so much for your support to this story, it was an amazing ride only because of you. Hope you all liked it as much as I did!

[just-another-maenad]

Impressive.

[hermajestyimher]

In today's society we put too much emphasises into fitting into very rigid boxes to blend in with the crowd that we lose our own sense of originality, and in the process, we put to the side the things that truly make our spirits come alive in favor of soul crushing expectations from others.

I feel like trying to emulate a very rigid archetype or aesthetic can be very detrimental to one's wellbeing if the characteristics associated with them don't truly resonated fully with ourselves.

In the process of developing my own branding and sense of personality, I often found myself limited by what I thought were the ways in which I had to conform to meet a certain ideal, especially with social media as a tool of mass compliance and herd behaviour, even in niche spaces.

Now I understand that I am a multifaceted individual who can express herself in a multitude of ways and even altergos depending on the scenario, people, and mood I'm in. I will be that well-read, poise, classy and sophisticated lady that will participate in ballet and the fine arts while at the same time be fierce, commanding and assertive HBIC who will handle business and take full ownership of my own assets. I can be quiet and reserved with an inexpressive demeanor in public, and at the same time let myself loose with the people and in the places my soul feel at most at peace with. There's not one single facet to who I am and I love that.

[annzybwrites]

Ch. 14: Moomin is antsy as he waits for Snufkin to come back from his meeting with the Lady of the Seas. But when an hour passes and he's nowhere to be found, he, Snorkmaiden, Alicia, and Little My all head down into the water to find him themselves. Bypassing a few distractions, they make some mermaid acquaintances and find Snufkin -- only to discover something is very wrong.

Summary: Snufkin has a secret: he's part mermaid. Wanting to shy away from unwanted attention as much as possible, he didn't see the point in telling anyone. He preferred dry land to the sea, anyway. But when Moomin begins to fancy his merman altergo, Snettles, he starts spending more and more time in the water, and it isn't long until some troubling mermaid instincts kick in.