#dog tagged⛓

[gem-canine]

ok so apparently 2023-2024 has been “sapph comes out as a trans furry therian” and i think it’s HILARIOUS so uh. this is my therian-centered blog now!

-Theriotypes-

Lark: Wolfdog (POTENTIALLY a werewolf) tag: #lark barks 🐕

Raven: Doberman Pinscher or Beauceron (could be a mix, idk) tag: #raven growls ⛓

Björn: Kangal Shepherd or Caucasian Shepherd (livestock guardian dog) tag: björn boofs 🐾

(decided to name them so i can use them as OCs if i want hehe)

tags:

#dogposting: general dog posts

#aiden.txt: original post tag

#vent: what it says on the tin lol

#woof woof: writing stuff; mostly prose or rambling

#leashed: queue tag

main blog: @sapphyre-blogs (i follow from this blog!)

[flowerprose]

writeblr intro ♡ flowerprose

hi there! call me krys. i'm a libra sun, in my late 20s, and i love to escape into writing. ultimately, my goal is to finish my novel, namesake, by the end of march, revise it throughout april, and spend the rest of 2023 querying until i land an agent.

please note that this blog is a side-blog. i follow, reply, like, and send asks from @briarroses!

greek mythology, fairy tales, science fiction, and fantasy have always burrowed closely within my heart, and really shaped the sort of writer i am now.

i chose my username because i write in what others have described as a "flowery, lyrical, or poetic” style.

a little about me: i recently started work at a new job that i love. i have two tabby cats who happen to be sisters and gorgeously precious. my fondness for flowers and plants tends to leak into my writing, more obnoxiously in namesake than anywhere else.

for me, writeblr is a sense of community and i love getting to read another person's craft and talk with them about their process. i'm less receptive to asks these days bc of how busy i am, but i do try to send out asks whenever i see games flooding my dash!

i'm also gay and will probably favour your female characters above all else.

you are always welcome to tag me in tag games or add me to a tag list of your wip if we are mutuals. (in fact, tagging me is a lifesaver bc i can't always check the dash anymore and i'm prone to missing things!) i'm not stingy about who i follow, although i personally try not to follow or engage with minors.

favourite books: lullabies for little criminals by heather o'neill, the girls by emma cline, circe and the song of achilles by madeline miller, all the ugly and wonderful things by bryn greenwood, the princess bride by william goldman, deathless by catherynne m. valente, we are okay by nina lacour, fangirl by rainbow rowell, her body and other parties by carmen maria machado, bunny and 13 ways of looking at a fat girl by mona awad, sharp objects by gillian flynn, writers & lovers by lily king, son of a trickster and dogs in winter by eden robinson, poison study trilogy by maria v. snyder, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous and night sky and exit wounds by ocean vuong, and lastly, red hood and damsel by elana k. arnold.

favourite writers: anne carson, madeline miller, heather o'neill, louise gluck, emma cline, gillian flynn, leigh bardugo, elana k. arnold, richard siken, eden robinson, mona awad, ocean vuong, and maria v. snyder.

works in progress

n a m e s a k e ⛓🏛🌷💀🌿🌾

summary: a hades and persephone myth retelling in which kore, newly dead, is taken to the underworld to rot as mortals do. when hades discovers she is the godly offspring of his older siblings, he tricks her into eating pomegranate seeds and siphons her abilities into his own domain, unleashing a curse that ultimately causes him to start to decay.

wip intro | writing | character intros

at home, with graves 🪦💀🥀🐺🌒⚰️

summary: Nearly eight years prior, Lovey and Olly were rescued from a man they called “Bishop”, a serial killer who imprisoned their mother and raised them like his own. In the present day, a documentary about Bishop and his infamous slayings starts filming in their hometown. As the twins near their eighteenth birthday, true crime enthusiasts begin to reach out, requesting intimate insight of what really happened in Bishop’s cabin. While their grandfather, their now sole guardian, slowly loses his battle to grief, Lovey starts to keep track of how much of Bishop was implanted in Olly, and how to avoid the fate of a victim.

wip intro | writing | poetry

[thatunusualwriter]

𝙲𝚘𝙳 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 1

"𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖"

Character pairing: (CoD) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Short!Chubby!Reader (is gendered as a "she/her" throughout the story, and has subtly pointed out details about her appearance.)

Summary: After a long time Y/N's best bud, Johnny MacTavish, returns home but fails to inform her some folks will be tagging along, so her anxious ass has to deal with that and one of Johnny's friends isn't exactly a people-person as she'll come to learn. 

Warnings: Vulgar language, talking about mortician profession, sadism, dark humor, slow burn, Reader has social anxiety, subtle description of DID for Simon. 

A Free-form fic! Not exactly connected to the game's story. First time ever writing this kind of stuff, pls be kind. :D

Enjoy! Tell me if you want part 2 where things could be more spicy, who knows.

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Tonight is the night, alright!

The hype vibrated from head to toe in her body, it has been like that for a week and Y/N had not bothered to contain it either. Her best bud, an old friend, finally could pay a visit — for how long, she had no idea. And thank God Johnny had called a week ahead. Y/N's introverted, anxiety-strung heart and brain could prepare for socializing.

The pep talks added little to no encouragement while she prepared to look just as comfy as acceptable between people with her signature dress code. But as long as one of any of her friends are around she didn't have to be that self-conscious with how she looked, she supposed, being told many times by each of them that she was loved for being who she is. And she silently took their words to her affection-overflown-heart.

Y/N, being the minimalist that she is, used very subtle make-up just to cover the pimples, mascara, and nude eyeshadow to bring out her eyes and put on her favorite outfit that shouldn't magnetize too much attention but it's her personality that could beam with broadness of confidence when around people she loves and it's what always made her stand out in the crowd. Little did she know about that.

She kept wondering if Johnny changed a lot, that Irish lass donkey she knew might not be the same after what he must have gone through in the military, yet deep down she knows it might be the case but she'll still love her friend no matter what. And knew she would be a shitty friend if she wouldn't even consider embracing the new him. 

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"Alright, okay. I'm good. All good, all set..." Y/N whipped a fleeting look at her reflection, leaning against a bathroom sink with tense shoulders.

"We are still friends and I will act like there wasn't almost a 10-year separation, like back in the old days," she ordered at herself, sighing and dabbing with the pad of her finger at the uneven makeup foundation she came across under the soft light with a grunt of annoyance.

Then she stopped her finger-patting altogether and stared into her own eyes in a moment of silence. "10. Years."

"Holy fucking saint Maria—" Y/N snorted in disbelief with her blurting, self-commenting since there was no one else she could talk to currently.

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It was fifteen minutes before 9 pm, a time they agreed on to meet, Y/N fancies going a bit earlier just to be safe, you never know what could happen on the way to your destination. She saw a few stray cats on the way and some came close for a pat, some just threw an irked glare but she found those kitties cute anyways. It made her all giddy, excited to share this moment with her friend once settling down. While being more of a dog person, Johnny not even once said her cat obsession ramblings bothered him, listened, and nodded sympathetically.

The bar she was invited to was one of those she could call her kindergarten. When being a little gremlin, Y/N's parents liked to go there for socializing with their friends and some conveniently had children too so she always was under a watchful eye, the owner knew her very well and enjoyed it when she stopped by.

But the contrast of her being around people versus her extroverted family, as she grew she became rather a loner for needed peace and only visited when being tugged along by friend/s, very few understood her. Especially with the profession she chose.

Thomas, the bar owner, respected that, he's one of those laid-back uncles for every fun. But he does very much miss the rowdiness of the tiny beastie Y/N used to be, only keeps it to himself.

"Aaaalrighty! Almost there." Y/N smiled, cheering in her thoughts with excitement, eyes squinting at the first window of the building from across the street.

Doesn't look like a busy day inside. It's Thursday, too.

Y/N marched inside silently, when noticing not much of people were around, especially unfamiliar faces, she immediately beamed when setting her eyes on a man behind the bar's counter which she approached with a grin.

"Tomb,"

Thomas looked up, droopy eyes under bushy brows gave a spark of joy as he mustered a little smile.

"Beastie,"

Ah, sweet, sweet nicknames.

"You doing good?" Y/N leaned against the countertop's wooden edge with her palms and the back of her hands squished against her chest.

"Same old, same old. You decided to leave yer cave on your own?" Thomas pulled out a beer seidel from a sink and began to scrub it, preparing it ahead. 

With a coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she waltzed to the other side of the counter, following one gruff voice from around the corner where the booth room. "Nope. I'm not that bat-shit crazy. But I am seeing an old bro."

Thomas smirked under his mustache, head bobbing a curt nod. "Have fun, kiddo."

With a nod, Y/N slipped into the wide room. Speak of the Scottish devil and he shall appear.

Johnny MacTavish, a burly man stood in front of one booth, talking to someone who maybe stopped him when he was passing by them. Y/N thought she would never see the man give in to her ideas when it came to haircuts, he has a mohawk, a short one but still, it was a fucking mohawk. And Johnny wore it so fucking well while at the same time looking dopey as always, she used to tell him it's the shape of his face.

Now, not to throw herself under the bus so early but he grew — maybe a few inches, a foot? — since she last saw him. And she obviously notices the difference when her metabolism stopped a long time ago to reach that sweet 4'12, life just isn't fair.

Y/N was taken aback, he still had his friendly odor about him but now there was... also maturity. He obviously went through some shit. And she hesitated. How should she approach him? "Fuck! Didn't plan ahead!"

Johnny unconsciously chose for her, he turned with his lean torso and crossed hands, looked at her fiddling with a strap of her shoulder bag on the spot, then turned fully and marched at her with open arms made of broad muscle earned by hard work.

His blue orbs held hers welcomingly, his laugh is hearty. "Y/N!!"

That's all the consent she needed to be sprinting towards his hug and managed to wrap her short arms around his torso while he laid around her upper back, over her shoulders.

"Heya, John!" Y/N grinned against his shoulder happily. "Johhny-booooyye!" she sang with affection.

Johnny snorted, enjoying himself in the softest warmth he hadn't felt for 10 years. When he let go, he checked Y/N from her toes to her face and an impish grin pulled up on his lips. "Lass, ya seem to be shrinking than growing."

His statement earned him a punch just below his ribs, it was gentle but he held that spot as if he'd been stabbed and it made Y/N laugh while calling him childish and a donkey.

"Ooh, you big baby, if I made it hurt bad ya wouldn't even be standing by now!" Y/N boasted with a sadistic smirk that always siblings secretly shoot at one another to make the fun more thrilling with the silent threat.

Both knew it was meant to be took lightly, it's just joking around, but a couple in a booth they stood next to shifted uncomfortably and Y/N took pity on them and nudged Johnny to go to his table, his arm lifted to rest over her shoulder and she took it as a side-hug so she snuggled closer of course.

They passed by two empty booths. Two. And they are walking towards that one he stood by just a moment ago.

Oh no... 

The inkling perked up her senses with the alarms already going off and the uneasiness arose when they headed closer and she saw a man or... two?

Shit— don't tell me.. No, no no...!

It's four people.

Four. fucking. strangers. that started at Y/N in curious silence. They looked at her like she has been expected. Great. Because she didn't expect them. 

MacFucking betrayal!!

"Who's this MacTavish?" someone asked.

Y/N's anxiety spiked and if she could she'd be the living embodiment of steam, vaporing away thanks to the sudden overheating and she began to sweat. Her little hand's fingers in the middle of her traitorous' friend's back twitched and cramped in a cupping shape, ready to claw, Johnny felt that slight poke and — tried to — gave his best comforting, tiny squeeze on her shoulder. It was good enough grounding to keep her from sprinting away.

All the beaming confidence she had carried from moments ago disappeared with a snap of fingers. Sudden anger began to bubble inside her ribcage so she took long, soft breaths and concentrated on those while looking around. 

Her eyes swiped over the figures so quickly she couldn't register even the tiniest detail on each individual and looked at the table in front of her instead.

These people are military soldiers, so of course they could see her stress-strained body language and shy fumbling with her digits. Johnny wanted to apologize that his team joining was a quickly made decision he didn't see coming and forgot to call her when his captain wanted quick info about his friend before he could leave the table and then there she was. 

"Guys, this lass is Y/N L/N. My good ol' friend, and don't let this cute face fool ya, it's just a camouflage." Johnny tried to encourage everyone from keeping silent, especially his old friend.

"Nooooo, no, no, nooo, I don't wanna meet new people! I'm not mentally prepared for that!! God!! Johnny!! No—" 

A man, at the seat's edge, shifted and turned to properly face her and his extended hand appeared in her tunneled view. Y/N hastily met the gaze of the one the arm belonged to, out of politeness. Her left arm for no reason whatsoever wanted to reach back for his hand but she quickly and clumsily switched it with her right one and shook his hand properly. 

And here this old man worried she could be a threat.

... Little did he know... 

"John Price, a pleasure to meet ya in person, miss." The old man chuckled, his short beard and mustache showing it clear as day that he didn't mock her, wrinkles formed around his tired eyes as he smiled with amusement and it somehow eased Y/N's nerves so she meekly smiled back.

Now that she had a better look at him, and an excuse for her to look, she noted he was not that intimidating. Strict-looking, yes. She almost saw her father. By her impression, he looks like a hard-working person with a lot on his shoulders, a burden not meant for sharing.

"I'm Soap's captain, and this is the rest of my crew." John turned towards his said people and began to motion to them one by one as if fearing they wouldn't introduce themselves politely enough. This could have been the case for some of them. But when he said "my crew", Y/N knew that he was a proud papa, and it radiated off of him. 

Something else John said grabbed her full attention and she frowned ever-so-slightly as she thought it over.

"... "Soap"?" Y/N parroted, her confusion discreetly traveling up to her friend.

Johnny pursed his thin lips back before clearing his throat, not meeting her gaze. "That's what they call me. At work," he added the last part quickly.

Y/N's expression suddenly matched Johnny's when she turned her head back to look at the table, but the tugging upwards corners of her lips gave her away as well as her sucking in a breath.

"Dun't."

Scrunching her eyes shut, she allowed a soft, throaty snicker or two to escape past her sealed lips. Turning her head away and covering her mouth with the back of her hand to shield her face, she managed to giggly chant out: "Sorry, sorry... Sorry." she wasn't really sorry.

Then, Y/N whipped her head to face him, an impish grin on her face. "Do they call you like that because of that...?" she subtly hinted and didn't notice how those people around the table leaned in to hear.

"Classified, ya gremlin." Johnny growled, but not menacingly, not at his old friend at last, his coworkers got a nasty glare and everyone laughed. 

Y/N from the rush looked at those five people, who might be men, every individual had a specific aura about them. Every one of them was different, looked different, laughed differently, and didn't give off that vibe of a bad person. Only you'd think that an odd bunch like them wouldn't get along with the screaming contrasts between them.

When she caught herself looking up and down from the shortest to the tallest guy there she flushed and glanced away before someone would notice, but had an inkling at last one of them had noticed.

She had no idea how she got sat down next to this guy named Rudolfo Parra, he introduced himself right away and they shook hands, Johnny sat at the edge of the booth's seat, blocking her way out. No matter how much she tried to scoot not to be squished against both men with her and their size was a bit difficult, her anxiety had it easier when a certain man with a mouth, mask with a skeleton's jaw print, and hoodie for shadows to coat over his face sat right in front of her across the table, hence the reason for his piercing stare.

He was tall, taller than the others, and, by the looks of it, broad too and he made Y/N feel so small that she was beginning to think his cold stare began to tell her she was not welcome at their table. And, hell, if she wouldn't have her soul so small inside her she would've asked him to look away or ask what's his problem. But there was no desire for her vocals to start working now, her tongue as if swallowed, she didn't know what to say. Maybe she leaves the boys to take the lead this time in her life. So she just avoided his gaze altogether since she doesn't have to, yet. 

Y/N's attention focused on the next introducing man.

"Alejandro Vargas," the man smiled and she returned it genuinely back, almost smiling from ear to ear and reaching to shake his hand as well. "And, apologies if this is rude to ask, but could you tell us how did you and Soap meet?"

Y/N's shoulders eased and she comfortably leaned back against the seat's leather head rolls. "Ahhh, it's a boring story," she began, not expecting the hundred percent of attention she got by that and it made her shoulders shrink a bit on reflex. "He needed a roommate and I needed a place to stay at. Really nothing juicy."

Johnny erupted in hearty laughter next to her, starting to feel the nostalgia. "It was relatively okay at the start until we started butting heads—"

Y/N had toned her friend out when thoughts with inner voices pulled her in for an urgent chat in her brain. The masked guy was silent and either stared or kept looking at his glass of whiskey, it unnerved her that the introductions seemed to end with Alejandro, and wondered if the mysterious guy felt just as awkward as her. It's obvious that no one will take pity on them and introduces the guy for his sake, he could be more anxious about strangers than she is, it's a theory. Y/N amid Johnny's storytelling took the leash of confidence and after a moment of hesitance made her move, reaching her little hand out across the table between the glasses with alcohol towards that man as elegantly as she could, she has been enough of a klutz for one day.

Her friendly smile was genuine, and soft, and reached her eyes. That's what the masked guy saw when his cautious, dark orbs of hazelnut traveled from his drink to her hand, and then her face. And when she noticed the tiredness she felt a little concerned, if he is alright or looked like this 24/7?

He began to be unsure how to react towards this stranger that his comrade, military brother, described as the "nicest soul that ever walked on Earth.". He was wary and was quite obviously showing it, but she returned it with politeness he couldn't tell if it was for Johnny's sake or just because she wanted to know him.

"Uhm, hi, uh...?" Y/N finally found her voice and tried to keep it low so it wouldn't grab much attention on those two now, fortunately, the other men let them be.

But it seemed the world around just ceased to be, it was just her and him and although coldness had radiated off of him she tried her best to stand tall and face it with her warmth. They don't have to be friends, but it is not like there has to be some bad blood between them either.

When she thought, after the long silence, that the guy won't answer her, Y/N was about to take her stretched arm back until his big and gloved hand grabbed onto hers. It was comical to see, he was twice as big in comparison and it looked like her hand could be swallowed into the black cotton gloves with a print of skeleton digits. 

It was startling, and she nearly yelped at the sudden contact. Instead, Y/N found calmness in staring at their hands in awe, and although it seemed he forced himself to this touch, he kept being expressionless. But the heat of her palm was soothing, although he has gloves his skin underneath was still cold which he didn't think much of until now.

"Ghost." his voice was raspy, rumbly from within his chest, and an accent had a light lick to it. It was the first time she heard him talk and made sure to secure this into her memory treasure chest at the back of her head. 

But she voiced her thought on something completely different when they let go of their hand-hold.

"Damn boy, you got paws!" Y/N blurted out, still staring at his said, gloved hand.

Once everyone around her went quiet she flushed from ears to shoulders and offered an awkward grin as soon as everyone began to laugh, even Ghost looked amused with the way his eyes with smudged black liner around them crinkled. Might as well go with the flow as well, so she laughed at herself too if Ghost wasn't offended.

"Why paws?!" Rudolfo asked, hollering in laughter as he supported his whole self against Alejandro's shoulder who was laughing just as much.

Y/N tried to mask her embarrassment with a pout, crossing her arms over her bosom defensively. "Look— Hey, I just passed by stray cats in the Sherwood, okay! 'M still thinking about them!"

Johnny's giggling calmed and his palm rested on her crown before he began to rub, messing up her hair. "Y/N, ya know ya shouldn't be walking in that street." 

"You're not my dad, Soapbar!" Y/N retorted with a huff and everyone was hollering in their seat, and she joined with soft snorting, feeling a little proud at her creativity with words. Her hands grasped at his wrist the hand that bullied her. She growled as they played around before he put her in a headlock as an excuse to hug it out without squeezing, just like they always used to. 

Y/N glanced at others and found Ghost looking at Johnny with this odd expression that wasn't there before, like a new face. Are they close friends? But the thought of these two dating seemed as more of a plausible thing behind this expression, and it thrilled her, actually, that Johnny got himself, someone. But there was this stinging pain... Jealousy? Worry that she might not be that much important to her Irish buddy? People always did come and went in her life, which Johnny knew. He wouldn't abandon her like others, right? He was the brother she never had.

Ghost and John gently hit their glasses against each other, the captain drowned his drink in one go and then left for the bar counter. Alejandro and Rudolfo talked to each other in their native language but everyone who doesn't understand a word can pretty much guess they're shamelessly flirting. Y/N snuggled up against Johnny, sighing contently while she squeezed him the best she can in an embrace she had returned and it made Johnny smile against her hair which he nuzzled his nose against, it made Ghost wonder if Johnny truly sees Y/N as his sister and nothing else.

Then again, affection has always been foreign to him. To them.

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"Why did he call you Beastie?"

"Why do they call you Ghost?"

In all honesty, Y/N is still shocked he spoke to her in the first place. Although his curiosity about her made her somewhat happy, since she's curious herself it's only fair he could answer any of her questions as well and she made sure to hint at that broadly, and Ghost understood loud and clear.

Johnny had abandoned them long ago and went who knows where when he didn't bother to take his drink with him, nor did he go to the toilets. John has been seated at the bar counter ever since, both he and Thomas watched the sports on the small tv and seemed to have a good time. Rudolfo and Alejandro did go to the bathroom and Y/N had an inkling that it was not because one of them needed to vomit. It was just Ghost and her, and she was quite alright with the expectation of silence to be between them. 

When noticing he fell silent for a little longer than Y/N would've liked she tried to coax him further into talking, stopping the chat now would be awkward.

"Don't get me wrong, ghosts are cool, but I'm really curious about the reason behind your nickname— Also, why can't I know your real name?"

Taking it as a good sign for not being ignored and still having Ghost's full attention she tried not to shower him with every one of her questions on her tongue, she had yet to learn the limits of this man of how much further she can take things personally without asking a subject she herself wouldn't want to answer. Being neutral is hard, but smiling isn't, so she hoped she looks very inviting for him to talk with her. 

Now Ghost's pointed silence got her all antsy, her leg began to jump with rhythmic bumping of her heel against the tiled floor. His brows twitched ever-so-slightly and Y/N noticed, she realized that he was uncomfortable and it was a boundary she shouldn't cross.

Fuck! Is he irritated with her now? Maybe she should just shut up...

"A-ah, it's classified, like Johnny's, right? Okay, I don't mind." Y/N answered her question and chuckled, rubbing at the nape of her neck, her leg had no intention to stop bouncing.

He leaned forward on one elbow against the rattling table, and the sharpness of his eyes melted back to that tiredness Y/N noticed earlier this evening. "Well, since I don't have the blue-collar on me now," something about that throaty grumbliness that sounded just a tad bit softer made shivers run down her spine. "It's Simon. Simon Riley. I just didn't wanna tell ya earlier."

Y/N blinked, confused, her head tilted to the side a bit and one brow quirked up. "Why?"

Simon heard the gentleness in her voice, but she didn't sound that much meek, her wide eyes of curiosity spoke volumes themselves. He frowned slightly and searched in the depths of her orbs a little longer before finally answering her as emotionlessly as possible: "I didn't know if I could trust you."

And he still didn't hundred percent, it's 50/50. It's not like he needs to be your friend even if Johnny would love it if that happened, nor will he open up to her, but sitting here in awkward silence is something he doesn't want on his day off.

Y/N responded with a hum, looking at him knowingly and her eyes softened while she straightened her head not to strain her neck any further. "Understandable." she gave him a kind smile, to which he responded with a gruff hum of sorts.

Simon placed his big paw on her bouncing knee and stopped it without even trying to restrain her leg, her muscles froze at the contact and she stammered incoherent words in surprise, apologizing. What for? She had no clue. But she always does this automatically.

Y/N grasped onto her glass, filled with soda and ice cubes, her digits pinched her straw before twirling it. When he let go of her knee she could still feel the pressure of his grasp present on that spot.

God damn, why must big hands be so attractive?!

Clearing her throat, she glanced back at Simon who took a sip of his bourbon when she wasn't looking, now he just adjusted his mask over his chin. Had he pulled it up from below?

"Thomas calls me that, well, since ever I was a toddler runnin' around here. I wasn't a bad kid, I just couldn't stay still. Literally ran off whenever someone turned their back for a second." Y/N smiled fondly at those rebellious memories and Simon listened intently, leaning comfortably on his elbows. "I was just assertive when things... took a turn in the kid group here. Pretty much got myself a tag of an outsider, but it's better than to pretend I am who I ain't."

Their gazes locked and she felt a sudden heaviness in the mood which she didn't like, so she cracked up a cocky smirk.

"Literally had to break some teeth so the brats wouldn't mess with me."

Simon's brown eyes darkened and he snickered lowly, amused, and leaned back with crossed arms over his wide chest.

"So a small, innocent woman has a kill count on 'her own?" he was grinning under his mask, liking this unexpected turn of her showing her viciousness that still could be there. And something told him she still had it in her. It was intriguing.

Y/N grinned playfully, something of a thrill sparked at the small of her back. "What, the only military are allowed to have skeletons in their closet? If we won't count you, Bones." she chuckled, finally feeling at ease. "Too bad, I got some in the freezer as well."

His dark-brown eyebrows rose up before they furrowed down, when Y/N noticed his confusion she cleared her throat from the sudden awkwardness.

"Sorry— I thought Soap had told you of my job... I'm a mortician."

"Oh..." in all honesty, how can he answer?

"Yeah, hah ah," she stuttered. "Sorry if it's... weird."

Simon shrugged his broad shoulder, it's not like he should be one to judge in the first place. "A job's a job."

Y/N smiled softly up at him, humming softly in return. But she was lost, how should they continue their discussion about anything really? Now it feels too odd—

"So I'm "Bones" now, huh?"

Being lost in thoughts, she was startled and blinked at him but he enjoyed watching her small, plump frame trying to shrink under the table while her face looked like a tomato. "Well— U-umh uh... I didn't mean—"

Simon exhaled longly. "Quit it. You got nothing to apologize for, Beastie."

Twirling with her digits on her lap, she looked up at him over the edge of her lashes, her blushing has yet to go away. But by the fucking-whoever-is-up-there, this is so embarrassing!! Making nicknames are for her best friends or family, not strangers you are just getting along with. Maybe she got too excited, she should lay low, for her, he doesn't look like the type that like things rowdy in their life unless given no choice.

The fact that he used her nickname made her naive, big heart feel things. As much as she fears new people she loves having friends, new friends.

"Y-you.... don't mind then?" Y/N asked hesitantly but couldn't look up from her glass. 

"I expected to be called Paws or something." Simon rumbled out, entertained by her asserting hiss to try to mask her embarrassment, and it irked her that he made fun of her.

"Guess you aren't that creative with names."

Y/N abruptly stood up, a little balled fist rose into the space between them and she still was a head shorter than him sitting. She swears he's smirking under that mask.

"SHUT IT YA DAMN BRIT!!"

Literally couldn't come up with a better insult. 

[fullsaw]

Hello! My name is Buster/Alice and This is my main blog!

This is my introduction post ~

I am 17, Irish, Nonbinary, and go by any pronouns (They/It/She/He). I post my art and stuff/opinions about media I enjoy.

-> more info <-

-> my artfight <-

-> my original writing <-

The fandoms I'm in include:

Furry! 🐺🦙

Sing 🐨🎤

The Magnus Archives 📼👁

Angry Birds (Movies & Summer Madness) 🐤🐷

Five Nights at Freddys (Games and Books) 🐻🎩

Gravity Falls (Fiddleford Freak) 📜⚠️

Dogs in Space 🐕‍🦺🌌

Bojack Horseman 🐴🍾

Portal 🤖🎂

Silent Hill (Passive Observer & Lore Enjoyer) ⛓🌫

Dead by Daylight (Lore Enjoyer) 🪝🕸

Horror Movies (Love Texas Chain Saw and Alien) 👻🔪

Guardians of the Galaxy (Rocket, but also love Quill, Nebula and Mantis) 🦝🪐

Smosh (Tommy Fan, Angela Stan) ☀️🔍

Musicals (MASSIVE Hatchetfield fan) 👯‍♀️🎶

Requests -

I take Gif, Art and FanFic requests, my rules go as followed ~

Gif [CLOSED for now] - I can make gifs of Movies, Specific Characters or scenes!

Media includes:

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, NOPE by Jordan Peele, Angry Birds 1 & 2, The Bad Guys, Sing 1 & 2 and Dogs in Space!

And

FanFic - [Keep in mind I only write for fandoms I'm in]

Yes! - Angst, Comfort

Depends (Dm First) - Shipping, Transphobia, Homophobia

No. - NSFW, Your Selfship, Your OCs, Racism, Proship, Zoophilia Etc.

And

Art - I Draw!

Yes! - Furry, Human, Blood, Angst, Comfort, Your Selfship, My OCs, Your OCs, Colour Challenge

Depends (Dm First) - Gore, Fankids

No. - NSFW, Racism, Homophobia, Proship, Zoophilia Etc.

I may or may not do colour/shading depending on my mood

F/Os

I am a selfshipper and my current F/Os are:

Baby Bear (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

Embarrassment (Inside Out 2)

DNI -

People who Selfship with my F/Os, Racists, Misogynists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Proshippers, Pedo/Zoophiles and Zionists

My tags -

#fullsaw art - My Artwork

#fullsaw fics - My writing, either Fanfiction, OC or Drabbles

#fullsaw pic - Photodumps and pictures in general

#fullsaw gif - Gifs!

#fullsaw vid - Edits, maybe clip compilations

[goldilocks-pony]

100 follower celebration!!!

Okay apologies first off because I hit this a month ago and at the time I was away on spring break and sorta forgot about it but anyways let's get to the ask game portion of the post

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⚡- give me a prompt, ship, plot, or basically anything and I'll write a drabble! (Fandoms include the outsiders, mcr, parx, fob, the black phone, stranger things)

🕸- writing tips! You can ask for pretty much anything (even have me proofread)

🦷- skincare tips! I love skincare and consider myself well educated on it

🦠- ask me anything! Seriously, anything.

⛓- pictures of pets! I have five cats and a dog

🚬- I'll give you a song that matches your vibe/aesthetic

🎲- ask me about headcanons!

🌌- I'll tell you a random fact

💿- I'll reccomend a blog based of your criteria

💮- give me a trope and I'll tell you which of my roommates it fits! (Alters, I am in a system with 13 of us total)

Tagging: @sophie-i-guess13 @footnotesnake @papa-no-cheese @pasta-and-isopods @thefingerinthemiddle @lyn-winston @mx-misty-eyed @sarcasticpenguini @collieflower215 @wildestdreamcatcher @the-kneesbees

[idyllic-idioms]

Recs, please! <3 Maybe the most romantic/homosexual wrestling fights/moments?

what a delightful question badgie!!!

the fight i legally HAVE to rec is the MJF/CM Punk dog collar match ⛓ two men get tethered to each other with steel chains connected to dog collars around their necks. that way the other man cannot run, cannot hide, can never leave you… if you don’t love me now you’ll never love me again i can still hear you saying you would never break the chain…….

their feud is very weird and psychosexual, highly recommend the “Maxwell Jacob Friedman, would you be my valentine?” promo that leads up to this match!

the second romantic wrestling moment i got to recommend is the Golden Lovers reunion! an important point in a queer wrestling storyline that’s bigger and better than anything else that’s happened in a wrestling ring imo.

the context for the tears and the embrace is that both Kenny and Ibushi have been separated as tag team partners (and lovers? 😳) for years because of their own jealousy and ambition. at this point, Kenny’s fighting with his closest friends and they turn on him and betray him - Ibushi runs in to save him and chose off the bad guys. and ohhhh, Kenny has to make amends with everything he has done to hurt his ex-partner: he does not see himself as deserving of even shaking his hand, before ibushi forcefully pulls him into a tearful hug. 😭 after years of misery, the Golden Lovers are on good terms once more and ready to be the greatest tag team in the world together!

Super Eyepatch Wolf has a video essay titled “Professional Wrestling is Stupid and Beautiful and I Love it” and it gives a summary of the full Golden Lovers storyline!

thank you for the sleepover question 🥺💕

[fictionkinfessions]

( Send this today / June 23rd!!! ty! ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND EVERY OTHER SONIC/SONIC VARIANT OUT THERE!!!! Have a chili dog, you guys are awesome :o) 🌭 - Sink, FNF: Below The Depths (#🌊⛓🫧) (tag as kin + fictive!!)

[canidart]

⛓ DIAMOND DOGS / CANIDAE SYSTEM

hey ! we're a polyfrag DID system, &. lots of us draw and such!! we've never really considered posting our stuff publicly, but we thought it'd rekindle the passion LOL

proship / nzi / terf / endos / other losers FUCK OFF AND DIE. 💚 thanks

NO KIN TAGS ON OUR ART IF YOU'RE A SINGLET, THANKS. AGAIN.

[pridepoisoned]

[LOSING CONTROL] @rockheadcd asked: ⛓ go fuck up mine boy a lil. :) (no longer accepting/please see tags!!) (feat. @electrivolt !!)

"It's a shame that we have to finally meet like this," Jupiter declares, idly picking at a nail as she leans back in Roark's rickety swivel chair, clad in her full Galactic gear. The tiny Oreburgh Gym office is a complete mess, empty Pokeballs and fallen documents scattered across the dusty floor.

At Jupiter's feet lies the Gym Leader in question--her unlucky target on this inky-black evening--his shaken body curled against the locked door as he tries not to focus on the Skuntank tail hovering just inches from his face.

It smells absolutely rancid in these cramped quarters, the omnipresent smirk on the Commander's lips hidden by the black protective mask covering both her mouth and nose. Roark is afforded no such luxury, and Jeleva's wafting scent inflames every shuddering breath, makes tears spring to his eyes.

Skuntank's disgusting fumes aren't necessarily lethal, but every second spent unmasked in this room is decidedly unhealthy and torturous, a burning assault on the senses.

Roark doesn't deserve this. Any of it. Just a short while ago, he had been going above and beyond as a Leader by responding to a distress call from his Gym in the dead of night, only for Jupiter to viciously ambush him once he stepped foot inside the building. In a fair fight, the experienced miner-battler would probably emerge victorious...but Jupiter never fought those fights. Within moments, she had subdued the shocked Roark, using her team to drag him into the back office--far away from prying eyes.

It's unfair, underhanded...but Roark never stood a chance. Slumped against the door now, glasses laying at his side, he can only keep breathing under Jeleva's beady watch as his captor finally begins to explain herself.

"You have a dear friend," Jupiter states matter-of-factly, her eyes narrowing as friend is spat with disgust. "I don't know if he's informed you of his...misadventures, but he's been acting like quite the rebel lately. Interrupting Galactic plans. Physically assaulting grunts in your mines. Unacceptable behavior."

She's careful to leave out any mention of Volkner's secret alliance--with a few more pushes towards insanity, the Sunyshore Gym Leader would undoubtedly break all on his own...and the Commander is hoping to have a front-row seat to the collapse. For Jupiter, Roark is merely a pawn...a tool used to further drive her 'plaything' towards madness. Arceus, how she hated him.

"Insolence will not be tolerated. Interfering with our grand vision will not be tolerated," Jupiter explains, her voice hardening with anger. "You will talk some sense into that feral dog and end his little vigilante experiment, or the consequences will continue to escalate." She rises from the seat, squatting down in front of Roark's fallen frame, her gleaming purple eyes boring into him like Oreburgh's drills. "However, if both of you can stay in line and behave, there will be no reason for us to see each other again. Wouldn't you hate for there to be further...collateral damage?"

With a humorless laugh, Jupiter straightens up again, looming over the Gym Leader as she extracts a spare mask from her suit pocket and casually drops it on his head. There's a flash of red light as Jeleva is mercifully returned to her Ball, and then one more brutal swing--the Commander drives her boot hard into Roark's side to move him from the doorway, glasses falling from his shaken grasp. Without a second thought, Jupiter crushes the lenses under heel as she exits.

It's classless bully behavior, but Galactic's enforcer allows herself to revel in the fleeting moment of superiority. Roark's office is a mess--terrible fumes already contaminating the main Oreburgh Gym--and the miner is only faring slightly better. It won't be long until Volkner hears about this, like she knows he will. Jupiter's smile widens. She'll be long gone from here by then. I hope you'll receive my message loud and clear, brat.

Insolence will always be punished.

[auschaden]

Last update: 04/08/2024.

Name's Austin. I'm here because lurking is fun, and thoughts are less embarrassing to admit when they come from someone else's head.

🧨 Your local, aspiring judge who likes vandalism, punk rock, gore, chemistry, dogs, and beating people up (with Sifu's permission).      ── Now comes with aesthetically incomprehensible tags, college admission tests, conceited suicidal ideation, and an industrial piercing that refuses to fully heal.

🧨 Been on this shitty site longer than this blog implies. I just have this violent urge to constantly heavily curate my existence, hahaha; you know how it is.

Everything else you need to know about me is on my CARRD, which I urge you to read since I dumped my disclaimers and DNI there.

Tag Masterlist

Here's a chronological list of all of the tags I use on this blog. For your convenience, but mostly mine. Only linking the content warnings and personal tags, because Tumblr has a 100 inline links limit.

Block what you need to block; I'm not responsible for you.

Content Warning Tags:

cw: ABLEISM

cw: ADDICTION

cw: BLOOD

cw: EXCLUS DISCOURSE

cw: NUDITY (not inherently sexual)

I use the tag #(only for tagging purposes) in conjunction in posts where the above are mentioned either briefly or to raise awareness.

Regular Tags (content by order of appearance):

★ (misc)

⛓ (punk/revolution/strikes)

æ (linguistics)

🔻 (queer shit)

✎ (art/fanart)

☠ (bones/GORE!! but only if also tagged cw: BLOOD)

⏭ (videos)

⚕ (wellness/fitness/health/psychology)

⚖ (law/gov't/politics)

✒ (history)

♰ (qna)

✿ (companionship)

✖ (for and about me)

⧯ (gif set)

⌬ (chemistry/science in general but mostly chem)

ฅ (dogs)

☯ (mma/war/action)

Personal Tags:

🧨 (signifies the following tags will be my comments/rambles/rants)

🎯 (signifies the following tags will be comments/quotes from the parent blog/reblogged post)

Fandom Tags (fandom | characters by order of appearance | ship name):

heneral luna

antonio luna

joven hernando

paco roman

eduardo rusca

adventure time

marceline abadeer

bonnibel bubblegum

bubbline

loving vincent

one piece

sir crocodile

koisenu futari

the way of the househusband

avatar: the last airbender

bluegreen (foxes-in-love)

our flag means death

edward teach

stede bonnet

blackbonnet

night at the museum

jujutsu kaisen

suguru geto

satoru gojo

satosugu

my hero academia

kirishima eijirou

bakugou katsuki

poprocks (krbk)

monkey d. luffy

nami

roronoa zoro

romance dawn trio

encanto

luisa madrigal

bruno madrigal

mina ashido

kaminari denki

jirou kyouka

kamijirou

gaius octavius

jedediah smith

jedtavius

killer

eustass kidd

sharpmagnetism (kidkiller)

adventure time

fionna and cake

simon petrikov

utau

synthesizer v

kasane teto (the loml ever)

nico robin

bon clay

perona

dc comics

tim drake

jason todd

dick grayson

cassandra cain

damian wayne

batfam

dracule mihawk

cross guild

buggy the clown

vinsmoke sanji

[nkogneatho]

⛓𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ⛓

OYA OYA OYA? Look who's doing another collab. Yeah that's me bitch. Hi I am Pasi. GAAAWD I am so excited for this one.

⛓THIS IS AN OPEN 18+ COLLAB.⛓

Status: Closed

Check out my another collab

⛓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄⛓

The theme is basically dom/sub dynamics. The character or the reader has to use HANDCUFFS, BLINDFOLDS, CHAINS, LEASH, SEX TOYS, OR SIMPLY A PIECE OF CLOTH, ETC. The point is being vulnerable, not wanting to do anything but letting their dom play with them.

⛓Send me an ask or dm if you want to participate.

⚠️MENTION THE GENDER YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE, AND THEY OBJECT YOU WOULD WANNA USE. Age should be in your bio.⚠️

CAN YOU PLEASE REBLOG AFTER YOU PARTICIPATE ?

⛓𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒⛓

Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Boku no hero academia, Bungou stray dogs, Sk8 the infinity, Chainsaw Man.

⛓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒⛓

This is an ONLY NSFW COLLAB. Your age should be in your bio before you participate or even interact with this content.

You can write Headcanons, Fics, Drabbles, Oneshot, Thirts, etc as long as it is minimum 500 words. You can write more than 1k, 2k and so on.

A character can only be taken twice. MENTION THE OBJECT so the second person can use a different one.

Dark content is welcomed but MUST BE TAGGED PROPERLY.

Artists and writers both can participate.

The deadline is 1st August but I don't mind if it's late. Life happens

Please tag me in the finished piece. Use the #⛓.vulnerable to tag your work for this event.

⛓𝕺��𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞. 𝕹𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖘?⛓

⛓𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⛓

⛓Haikyuu

BokuAkaKuroKen x fem!reader + Bondage by @bokuroskitten

Bokuto x fem!reader + blindfold +tied to a chair by @nakachuchu

DaiKuroo x fem!reader + Handcuffs by @anime-nymph

Osamu x fem!reader + Handcuffs + Riding crop by @chronic-claire-universe

Sakusa x fem!reader + sex toys by @rosesandtoshi

SakuAtsu x fem!reader by @haikyutiehoe

⛓Jujutsu Kaisen

Dom!Geto x fem!reader by @half-baked-biscuit

Nanami x fem!reader + leash, collar by @sugarbooger513

Toji x fem!reader + bondage and sensory play by @thekillingtimethekillingmoon

Toji x fem!reader +spreader bar + nipple clamps by @severelytalentless

⛓Attack on Titan

Dom!Armin x fem!reader + bondage + sex toys + sensation deprivation by @saccharine-darling

Eren x fem!reader x Levi +chains by @tkblossom

Erwin x fem!reader + ripped clothes by @killerbananas

Erwin x fem!reader + spreader bar by @neptvnia

Dom!Eren x fem!reader + blindfold by @father-time-and-baby-new-year

⛓Boku no hero academia

Aizawa x fem!reader + Silk bondage by @ajaviary

Shinsou x fem!reader + handcuffs by @bunnie-babey

⛓Sk8 the Infinity

MatchaBlossom x fem!reader + handcuffs by @stariwrites

⛓Chainsaw Man

Makima x fem!reader + silk bondage by @misamoochie

[mikhailoisbaby]

Joy list :

I was tagged by the these cuties @energievie and @xninetiestrendx thank you my lovelies

⛓ I’ve got a new plant that I’m trying not to kill and he looks like it’s doing alright 🪴

⛓ I’ve been getting in to shark teeth and crystals becuse there pretty so I’ve got a few shelves full of them and I love it

⛓Ive really enjoyed talking to a lot of amazing people on Instagram that are in the shameless fandom

⛓I’ve got a new blanket and it’s very soft and I’m in love with it

⛓Galladrabbles

⛓ I am getting another gallavich tattoo today !!!!!

⛓ My two dogs they have been so sweet recently 🖤

Tagging : @creepkinginc @stocious @look-i-love-u @jomilky @gallavichgeek @gardenerian @whatthebodygraspsnot @rereadanon @trans-alpha-male @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @jessica011290

[softangel-chiaki]

welcome welcome ꉂ₍ᐢ﹘ܫ﹘ᐢ₎

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

my name is pluto!! im 20 (15/05/03)! full disclosure idk much abt my past lives and canons yet, and also don't suddenly dm me pls, it gives me rlly bad anxiety

other dni stuff:

- basic dni

- terfs/swerfs

- ppl who kin/have synpaths from v.i.zzi.po.p sources (sorry it makes me rlly uncomfy </3)

- ppl who use the term y*oi

- nsft/after dark blogs

- ppl who rom f/o cove holden from our life: beginnings and always (he's my main f/o and i'm uncomfy sharin)

- if u kin any of the characters w/ (pls no doubles) next to them

- i am not actively lookin for canon mates, pls do not randomly send me a message, i have social anxiety and it really makes me anxious when ppl do that

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

tag list:

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(emoji(s).png (image only posts)

(emoji(s).gif (gif posts)

(emoji(s).vent (vent posts)

icon.png (icon creds)

header.png (header creds)

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

kins:

catkin🐈‍⬛

dollkin💕

vampirekin🦇

ghostkin👻

angelkin👼

maybe demonkin?😈

bunnykin🐰

virus/malwarekin💻 (also an android? it's hard to explain, i'll try to draw myself sometime!)

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

fickins:

chiaki nanami🎮🐰(danganronpa 2: goodbye despair) (beta also, uses same tag) (doubles iffy, ask to follow)

kokoro tsurumaki🎪🍿(bang dream! girl's band party!) (pls no doubles)

aya maruyama🎀🎤(bang dream! girls band party!)

akira kurusu aka joker🃏♠️(persona 5/the royal) (doubles kinda iffy but i love yall<3 we're da jokers babeyyy >:3c)

goro akechi aka crow🎭🕊(persona 5/the royal) (pls no doubles) (also an irl of him)

futaba sakura aka oracle👽🕹(persona 5/the royal)

sora🗝⭐(kingdom hearts)

vanitas🐈‍⬛🦴 (kingdom hearts)

roxas⏰🍦(kingdom hearts) (doubles extremely iffy, softblock me pls)

a kingdom hearts character (possibly kairi or namine?)🐚👑🖌⛓

monika💻🕳(doki doki literature club!)

sayori🍪🌤(doki doki literature club!)

chara🐐🍫(undertale)

yuki takeya🧟‍♀️🐾(school live)

mae borowski🦇⛓(night in the woods)

mary💭🐏(dreaming mary)

madoka kaname🎀🔮(puella magi madoka magica)

bendy🪧✒(bendy and the ink machine)

an mlp fim character, possibly a unicorn or alicorn?🦄🔮

himiko toga😈💉(boku no hero academia)

legoshi🦷🥩(beastars)

razor🗡🐺(genshin impact)

peter parker🕸🌇(marvel)

NiGHTS🌙🔮(NiGHTS into dreams)

omori and sunny💭🔪(omori)

a pokemon (probably an eeveelution, possibly glaceon?)🔴🦊

a character from the owl house (possible amity or hunter?)🔮🗡

agent 8🐙🧼(splatoon 2 octo expansion) (pls no doubles)

toy bonnie🐰🎸(five nights at freddy's 2)

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

synpaths:

atsushi nakajima🤍🐯(bungou stray dogs)

haru🤍🌷(beastars)

satori tendou❤👾(haikyuu!!)

apollo justice❤⚖(ace attorney)

hanako kun❤🚽(jibaku shounen hanako kun)

nico yazawa💞🙂 (love live!!)

mayu suzumoto💓🩸(corpse party)

my melody💟🍨(sanrio)

princess peach💟👑(mario)

sumia💟🌸(fire emblem awakening)

cotton candy cookie💘🍬(cookie run)

spinel💔✂️(steven universe)

steven universe💖💎

popuko💛⚾️(pop team epic)

cream the rabbit💛🐇(sonic)

fluttershy💛👼(my little pony: friendship is magic)

kenma kozume💛🎮(haikyuu!!)

joe tazuna💛🐶(your turn to die: death game by majority)

new agent 3💛🍟

agent 3(particularly the sanitised vers)💛🧼

tooru oikawa💙🏐(haikyuu!!)

the boyfriend💙🎤(friday night funkin)

trucy wright💙✨(ace attorney)

ako udagawa💜🥁 (bang dream! girls band party!)

tattletail💜📺

misao furukawa💜🔪(misao)

neku sakuraba💜🔥(the world ends with you)

[usamey]

tagged by @vintxgeships thamk you xelle!!! now everyone gets to see my shite music taste dbnsnsns

rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Not Enough - LIDO

Teenager - GOT7

Believe- GOT7

Checklist - MAX

Just Dance - J-Hope

Don’t Wanna Fall In Love - KYLE

He Loves Me - Jill Scott

Big Poppa - Notorious B.I.G

On Our Own- Bobby Brown

Emotions - Mariah Carey

pspspspspsps @sheep-heep @widogastsbf @toadysimps @th3-fool-s3lf-shipps @heartstringsymphonies @kreepykenzzz @luxneededapersonalaccount @dreamlover-selfshipz and anyone else who wants to :0)

[pridepoisoned]

[LOSING CONTROL] @electrivolt asked: ⛓ (selectively accepting/please see tags!!)

The high-ranking grunts assigned to Veilstone's Galactic HQ abide by one, never-broken rule: stay away from the confidential interrogation rooms located deep within the building's depths.

Especially when Jupiter--Galactic's internal enforcer--is around.

In the last cell on the left, Volkner sits up straight--a stubborn air of defiance swirling about him even as his arms are bound tightly to the back of the metal 'interview' chair, and his stiffened features sport new bruises, gashes, and bumps. This continued resistance, this foolish pride...it only ignites the rage of his 'superior' to an even further degree. Jupiter has never liked Volkner, his attitude, or his contentious role in Galactic's operations, and maybe that's why Cyrus has designated her as the loose cannon's disciplinarian.

Arceus, she just wants to tear him apart.

"You are a dog," Jupiter snarls, glaring down at him with that gaze of hardened amethyst. "A dog with only one purpose: fetch Galactic valuable insider information regarding this region. Nothing else. Can't you get that through your thick skull?"

Whack!

Her palm lashes out like a sudden Seviper bite, striking him hard across the face and making his head snap to the side. The Commander holds nothing back. "No running interference on our grunt work." Whack! "No asking the other grunts about our plans." Whack! "No stepping out of line." Whack!

"Look at me." Breathing heavily, Jupiter grabs Volkner by the chin, her Zubat poison-coated fingernails digging hard into his wounded flesh. "I would ask you to swear your loyalty again, but words apparently hold little value to you--so, this time, we resort to action instead."

Volkner's face is a mess, her suit is a mess, but the cruel Commander doesn't care--it's ultimately the Gym Leader's responsibility to maintain his public role without incident, lest his underhanded deal be brought to light...and she could always get a new suit. A part of Jupiter hopes to be present when Volkner loses everything, his fragile double-world crumbling to pieces around him. How sweet would that be?

She's not done yet.

Her hand slips down to Volkner's throat, toxic nails grazing his neck as her grip tightens, breath hot on his ear as she leans in for one last bombshell...

"I know," Jupiter hisses, feeling the Leader's Adam's apple under her palm. "I know about him: the precious company you keep in Oreburgh. I would haaate to get anybody else caught up in your little web, especially when you know the rules that need to be followed. Am I understood?"

She finally pulls back with a smirk, relishing in her latest knowledge drop. Galactic really did have eyes everywhere.

"If you do understand, I want to hear you say...Yes, Commander."

[usamey]

(curse you @juneships ! now everyone will know my garbage music taste!!🔫🔫😡😡)

anyways

13 Songs I’m Currently Listening To

Our House - Madness

Hooked on a Feeling - Björn Skifs

Hey Mama - Nicki Minaj

Us on a Bus - ‘Fats’ Waller

Worship - MAX

Emotions - Mariah Carey

Last Christmas - Wham!

In My Head - Mayday Parade

Why Can’t We Be Friends - Smash Mouth

Jeepers Creepers - Louis Armstrong

Just The Way You Are - Billy Joel

I Wanna Be Like You - The Jungle Book

Doves In The Wind - SZA

@press-e-onemoretime @widogastsbf @self-ship-through-the-roof @lux-loves-engie @toadysimps @th3-fool-s3lf-shipps @roboticlullabyy @sheep-heep lemme see what y’all’re listening to👀👀

this also extends to anyone else who’d like to!