#i don't have a type

[calithso]

GODDAMN

[ruebird]

dimitri,

[josephseedismyfather]

Top 4 Fictional Crushes

Thank you @noodlecupcakes and @g0dspeeed for tagging me! 🥰 Sorry for the delay!

Joseph Seed - Far Cry 5 💛

2. Jacob Seed - Far Cry 5

3. Loki - MCU

4. Vaas - Far Cry 3

I could put honorable mentions but the truth is the list is too long. It was hard enough deciding past #1. The list is infinite.

Tag list opt-in/out here.

Tagging with apologies for doubles and no pressure, I'm late on this one! @wrathfulrook, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, @ladyoriza, @cassietrn

@redreart, @inafieldofdaisies, @hotmessteaparty, @voidbuggg, @insanityofvaas

@simplegenius042, @malefiquinn, @strangefable, @chazz-anova, @aristomal

@ocdemon-747, @evilvvithin, @carlosoliveiraa, @la-grosse-patate, @omen-speaker

@grimmylover7, @3llisarts, @scorpiosleeps, @cloudofbutterflies92 and anybody else who wants to share. Tag me! 😘

[the-last-rat-standing]

Charles Dance

Jeremy Irons

Thandiwe Newton

Kristin Scott Thomas

Tim Roth

(All photo credits to Uli Weber)

[dennavanhossen]

Me: I don't have a type!

Also me: Artem is my current husbando, Jumin Han is my ex-husbando... Wait. I can explain.

[galaxxies18]

「Cup of Oath」 - Kei

Decided to translate something short to keep my mind off the fact that I've had bad nausea and some vomitting the entire day LOL

I also did this on mobile so I'm praying everything will be okay lol

pt. 1

Kei

....

MC

(Ah, it's Kei-san. I wonder if he's practicing alone.)

Kei

...Hm.

MC, instead of watching from afar, why not observe me closer?

This feels like the start of a caught masturbating fic

MC

Ah, I've been caught.

Kei

I'm not a man so foolish as to not feel your beloved gaze upon me.

Come.

MC

I'm sorry for disturbing your private lesson.

Kei

There is no need of apologies.

I was merely checking up on my own performance, making sure there is no stiff movement before the show.

More importantly, I wanted to see you— and give you my thanks.

MC

Why is that?

Kei

Why, for choosing me as the center, of course.

I promise to meet your expectations on the stage.

MC

Fufu~ Well then, I look forward to the performance tonight.

Kei

I've been wondering if you're been enjoying the performance for the 3rd anniversary event.

No because it's not Ego.

If there is anything bothering you about it, no matter how trivial, please do not hesistate to voice your concerns to me.

Bring back Ego concepts

MC

Thank you for your concern. I've been enjoying everything.

Kei

Then all is well.

...However, I wish for you to voice any concerns you have— it does not have to be limited to things concerning the stage.

This store is not particularly known for being quiet, but the past year is comparable to a storm.

Many new people have come, and because of that the noise is even louder.

Heath in particular surely must have worried you.

MC

Yes, however I'm just glad he's able to be on stage again.

Kei

...Indeed.

Everything may have been rushed, but it's because of you that we're able to celebrate the 3rd Anniversary like this.

I'm indebted to you.

Allow me to dedicate this performance just for you.

MC

...I'm beyond thankful.

Kei

...Hm.

Might I be allowed a selfish request?

Once the performance ends, please stay a while longer.

MC

Eh...?

Of course.

Kei

Thank you. I won't make you wait long.

Then, we shall speak later.

pt. 2

MC

(Kei-san is so amazing on stage. I can't take my eyes off him...)

Kei

(looks at MC)

MC

(Just now...did we make eye contact...?)

Yeah duh

(I was told to stay in my seat after the performance, but I wonder what it could be for...)

[After the performance]

Kei

I apologize for making you wait, MC.

MC

Thank you for such a wonderful performance, Kei-san. I was so mesmerized by how amazing it was.

Kei

Nothing is more important than your approval.

After all, a stage dedicated to you must be nothing less than perfection.

MC

Kei-san is always sincere in regards to the stage.

Kei

...

I am unworthy of your admiration.

Time and time again I've put you in harm's way. It's been weighing heavily in my heart.

As an apology, I've prepared a present for you tonight.

MC

A gift?

Kei

Yes.

It's an excellent champagne. I hope it fits your tastes.

I don't believe my sins will be erased with this, but still, I want you to drink this nontheless.

MC

Rather than the sins...I'm more thankful to the Kei-san who always protects me.

Kei

...You haven't changed at all.

I'm always saved by your overflowing kindness.

Then, to celebrate the 3rd Anniversary, shall we raise our glasses?

MC

Yes, let's.

Kei

Thank you.

Days of serenity is not within sight, and the in foreseeable future is murked with countless storms.

But I will always be there for you. I will protect you with all my heart.

I will swear this oath to you once more.

Cheers.

[itscooltoskate]

Blocked.

[dead-pidove-do-not-eat]

me vehemently denying I have a type:

Wesker, Lysandre and Cyrus looking at me

[jinxiez]

Types in what I can call edge lord wise rn (bored meme)

[tabsbee]

[sister-cna-reader]

give him glasses and blonde hair and he be perfect for a live action Bill.

hhmmmm 🤔

I think I could see that. but in my opinion a bulker Lewis Pullman would be😘🤌

[edeldoro]

Not the occasional thought that a status debuff is hot depending on the scenario

[1alchemistart]

dont got much to offer for The Holiday but have these sillies!

happy valentines day :D

[spaceacerat]

I see you disabled people who don't know your family medical history because your family members couldn't/wouldn't/weren't allowed to go to the doctor and never got diagnosed, or don't know your family.

I see you disabled people who didn't know you were disabled growing up, physically or mentally, maybe because your parents didn't have insurance and couldn't afford it/wouldn't take you seriously/didn't think it was a problem because they had it/doctors couldn't figure it out.

I see you disabled people who have bouts of an issue that you grew up with, that are/were infrequent enough that you never really thought about it and dealt with it on your own, and when you have one in front of people who weren't medically neglected, you wonder why they look so horrified as you describe it.

I see you disabled people who didn't/haven't had any amount of care or accommodation for their disability since it started, because you couldn't get diagnosed.

I see you disabled people who grew up thinking everyone had the same problem as you and that it was normal and so you accepted it, because you didn't understand how the human body worked and had no real frame of reference nor the language to ask for help, or the people around you saw it and just ignored it.

I see you disabled people only now understanding that what you experience is abnormal, and that there are things that can be done to help it, make it easier, or at least help you understand yourself better.

I see you disabled people that will never be able to get diagnosed or get the help you need, whether from being poor, lacking insurance, or any number of reasons.

This shit is hard, and there are people who will never quite understand your struggles. It doesn't seem to get talked about as much, but I wish it was. Please know I love you, and you aren't alone.

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."