Just a reminder that trans people, you aren't betraying anybody by transitioning. You aren't disappointing women, or men, or whomever because you have decided to transition. This is a personal decision, and if somebody put so much stake into your gender that they feel betrayed by you when they were wrong, that is (frankly) not your problem.
You aren't betraying anybody.
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tired: caine x pomni, in the sense that caine is trying to keep her there forever with his own malicious intentions (and pomni has given up entirely, probably on the verge of abstracting if caine will even LET her), or pomni is using the relation in order to escape . very bad. very ooc. what is wrong with you
wired: caine x pomni: in the sense that they both understand that they cannot be together forever and that's ok. they still love eachother so so SO much nothing can change that and are ACTIVELY working to help pomni escape in a way that she can bring caine with her.
sometimes they find themselves thinking "i want to be with you forever", then pausing and going "...when exactly is 'forever', really?". sometimes one panics over the idea of being abandoned and going back to square one all over again, or one of them abstracting, or some horrible event that will separate the two. but they understand that the shitty situation exists and is stopping them from anything further, and they're trying to fix it as best as they can. and even if they do part one day (in the case that caine is unable to, somehow, come to the physical world), who cares? they'll have one another in their hearts, holding their memory close for as long as they live
then again it's 8 in the morning, im half-asleep, and have no idea what im doing
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it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now
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Human Electro with lightning scars from his limiters!
Electro would fry an orphanage
This is a PSA for the tssm fandom, can y'all stop acting like he's some sopping wet puppy dog who wouldn't hurt a fly. He would actually fry a hamster for fun and that makes him perfect.
Anyways, y'all know that i am on the "If Electro was still human he'd dress like a mall goth" train. So have this walking outlet but w/flesh <3
//do not use my art
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For the WIP ask game, what is Pariah Nexus part 2?
Sure! I had a lot of fun writing this fic for @two-reflections for the 40k holiday fic exchange, about Sa’kan from the Pariah Nexus animated miniseries. And I want to write a little sequel! Some continuing adventures for our big green guy and the deathmark, focusing a little more on the latter this time. Bring Szeras back to cause problems. He’s so good at causing problems XD
The story revolves around Sa’kan and the Deathmark finding another group of human survivors…which causes issues as they are rather skeptical of Sa’kan’s new robot friend.
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The Deathmark could hear Sa’kan’s steady breathing. The Astartes was asleep. That gave the Deathmark pause. He was allowing himself to be so vulnerable, despite the uncertainty of their new circumstances. Even a human could cut the jugular of a space marine if the latter was unconscious. Yet Sa’kan slept, trusting the Deathmark to keep watch. Keep them both safe when the unavoidable needs of flesh finally claimed their due.
That made them listen to the other humans’ conversation all the more closely. In case they did decide to present a threat. Even their hushed murmurings across the camp could not escape the Deathmark’s audiocreptors. They might as well have been shouting right beside them.
“—telling you, we can’t trust him,” one whispered. The youngest one, with the dirty yellow hair.
“That’s one of the Emperor’s angels,” their sibling protested. “We have to trust him, even if he seems strange.”
“But what if…” he dropped his voice even further. “What if he’s a fallen angel? And that’s why he’s consorting with one of those abominations?”
One of the three grunted. The Deathmark was not sure what that meant, until they realized it was the old woman with one eye scoffing at the younger pair.
“That’s no fallen angel.”
“How do you know?” the youngest demanded.
The elder spat something onto the ground. “‘Cause. Fallen angels got spikes.”
The Deathmark shared in the ensuing dumbfounded silence.
“Spikes?” said the sister.
“Spikes. Big ones, all over the armor.” It sounded as if she were attempting to light a lho stick. “Saw a fallen Astartes when I was active in the Guard. Had bunch of skulls on there too.”
“Why would fallen angels all wear spikes?” The youngest sounded as if they were sneering.
“You wanna get close to one, you feel free to ask.”
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