#supernova pronoun

[rjalker]

Neopronoun flags for each category and explanations for what they mean!

[Plain text: Neopronoun flags for each category and explanations for what they mean!]

All flags here except the neopronoun flag were created by me today, November 28th, 2022!

They are all public domain, meaning you can use them for literally anything you want, no credit necessary, though I will ask that you provide image descriptions whenever possible, and direct people to an basic (not an emoji or art or anything) version of the flag whenever possible!

If you want to change the brightness or contrast, you are welcome to! I did my best to make them accessible, but I'm only nonhuman, so they won't be perfect for everyone!

You can find the Super HD (8000x6410 pixels because these are the templates I use for Redbubble designs) Versions of these images here on the web archive to download and save:

"https://archive.org/details/Neopronouns-categories-flags-and-explanations"

Neopronouns

[Plain text: Neopronouns]

[ID: The neopronouns flag, with stripes of pastel green, cyan, white, pale yellow, and orange. This is followed by another version of the neopronouns flag, now with black text added over top that reads: "Neopronouns (neo + pronouns!) are any pronouns not in 'mainstream' use in the language being spoken! Some examples are: star/stars, ze/hir, it/its, ae/aer, xey/xem, rot/rots, they/them, sky/skys, and ve/ver. End ID.]

Neopronouns is the umbrella term under which all of the following terms reside as more specific categories!

All the following flags keep the five stripe layout as above, with the white stripe remaining in the center to represent community, solidarity, and commonality!

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Nounself pronouns

[Plain text: Nounself pronouns]

[ID: The nounself pronouns flag, with stripes of: orange, red, white, sky blue, and purple.

This is followed by the same flag, now with black text that reads:

"Nounself pronouns (noun + self + pronouns!) are pronouns like sun/suns/sunself, or wa/wave/waves/waveself.

If the pronoun set is based heavily on existing words, they're nounself pronouns!"

End ID.]

The colors were chosen to be colorful and fun!

Nameself pronouns

[Plain text: Nameself pronouns]

[ID: The nameself pronouns flag, with stripes of grey, sky blue, white, black, and berry red.

The first version is blank, and the second reads:

"Nameself pronouns (Name + self + pronouns!) are when someone's name replaces all pronouns! Like: 'That's John! John uses nameself pronouns, so instead of he, she, or they, you'll just call John 'John'. That's John, John's over there, John's trying to get back to John's home planet.' If the pronouns are the person's name, they're nameself pronouns!"

End ID.]

Colors were chosen because I associate them with Farscape, and I decided John Crichton uses nameself pronouns...before I even knew those were a thing! Lol.

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Ectopronouns

[Plain text: Ectopronouns]

[ID: The ectopronouns flag, with stripes of: purple, dark blue, white, green, and yellow. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over it that reads: "Ectopronouns (ecto + pronouns) are pronouns like: it/its/itself, or ŝi/ŝin/ŝia. Pronouns that exist, but aren't normally used for people in the language being spoken, are ectopronouns!". End ID.]

The colors were chosen because if you invert the flag, it'll be upside down with a black stripe in the center, which I thought fit the theme pretty well! They/them pronouns also fall into this category of neopronouns, since it's still relatively new for them to be used for singular people rather than groups!

The pronouns ŝi/ŝin/ŝia are from Esperanto!

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Novapronouns

[Plain text: Novapronouns]

[ID: The novapronouns flag, with stripes of berry purple, dark magenta, white, very dark violet, and purple. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over top of it that reads: "Novapronouns (nova + pronouns!) are pronouns like ae/aer/aerself or ze/hir/(hirs)/hirself! Any set of pronouns not based heavily on existing words are novapronouns!" End ID.]

The colors were chosen because I love purple, and associate it with space!

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Supernova pronouns

[Plain text: Supernova pronouns]

[ID: The supernova pronouns flag, with stripes of: gold, copper, white, silver, and dark grey. This is followed by the same flag, now with text over it that reads: "Supernova pronouns (supernova + pronouns!) are pronouns like: xiy/rik/ix/sirav ('sirav' replaces the usual _-self ending), or aix/(aed)/arix/aiv/aixelf ('aed' replaces contractions: instead of 'aix's going too', you say, 'aed going too'). If the pronouns use a different gramatical structure than usual, in whole or in part, they're Supernova pronouns!

The colors were chosen based on metals, which can only form inside a supernova! Gold, copper, silver, and iron!

Supernova pronouns can also be used as one long word, "supernovapronouns"! I just figured I'd put a space in there to make it easier to read and write!

I will be making pronoun pins and icons with these flags as backgrounds once I'm done my current project, so if you want to see those (or the other pronoun pins and icons I make) check out @custom-pronoun-pins!

[vveakfish]

still thinking abt Supernova designs…

[ finished design ]

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #078: Guardian Star

Neopronouns: kal/vir/vil/(val)/kalixir which follow mixed rules: he/him/his/hers/himself

Replace he with kal

Replace him with vir

Replace his with vil

Replace hers with val

Replace himself with kalixir

EX:

"She is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as she gets a fence set up around her yard so the puppy can go outside without her having to walk it. Her uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting her use, since she lost hers. She's going to buy toys and train the puppy herself."

Becomes:

"Kal is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as kal gets a fence set up around vil yard so the puppy can go outside without vir having to walk it. Vil uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting vir use, since kal lost val. Kal's going to buy toys and train the puppy kalixir."

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The guardian star looked down on the castle of vil charge’s enemy, waiting anxiously for the princess to reemerge. Kal always hated it when she went inside wards kal was forbidden to look past. There was no way of knowing what was happening to her, and with this castle, none of vil linemates could see through the ward either.

The lord of this castle wanted to blot all the stars out of the sky forever, and had ensured that his plots were kept out of their awareness, almost purely out of spite.

Even if they’d known what he was planning, they wouldn’t have been able to stop him. They were powerless to communicate with their charges, not until another seer was born, and that wouldn’t be for another thousand years yet.

All Strelitz could do was wait, and hope, and keep watch on the dark fields and dour stone walls, the moat a black line speckled with lapping reflections.

It had been over two hours since Stretliz’s charge had snuck into the castle, and even how she did it, kal didn’t know. Through some form of magic that, like the castle itself, the guardian stars could not understand or witness.

Kal wished the princess knew how much kal wanted to know she was safe. She hadn’t used obscure magic to hide herself from vir, but it almost felt that way.

Kal didn’t know how long kal waited in tense anxiety before something finally happened. The servant’s door quietly slipped open, letting a draft of warm candlelight peirce the darkness for a few scant moments, and a familiar green cloak that made Strelitz’s heart leap with joy, swept out and shut the door again just as quickly. She was alive! She was escaping!

Kal watched, hope burning, as the princess slowly, casually began to walk down the well-trodden path that the servants of the castle took to and from the local farm. Once she got past the farm and into the woods, kal knew, she would be able to hide herself and get back to the resistance camp safely. She only had to get past the farm.

For a few long minutes, it seemed that she would escape safely, with no one the wiser of her being there.

But then there came a sudden scuffle along one of the ramparts of the castle, where the wards didn’t block Stretlitz’s sight of those on the roof, and kal realized with horror that vil charge had been discovered as a spy. Orders were being thrown from voice to ear, demanding the gunners take aim.

There was nothing kal could do to stop them, and no way for vir to warn vil charge. She was still walking calmly down the path like she belonged on it, like she had no idea anything was wrong.

The first shot was fired. What kind of weapon it was, Strelitz couldn’t guess. It wasn’t any kind kal had ever seen before. The projectile was dark, reflecting no light, and moving too fast for kal to make heads or tails of. Aimed right where vil charge would be by the time it hit her, with perfect accuracy.

Strelitz could only watch, desperately praying to the center that she would realize the danger in time to protect herself. All of vil linemates felt vil anxiety and shared it, sending out their own prayers for vil charge’s protection.

The center must have listened, because right when kal was about to give up hope, prepared to see vil charge cut down before she could even reach adulthood-- something warned her of the danger she was in, and within a heartbeat she had spun, throwing the green cloak aside so she could unfold her metal wings and use them to deflect the projectile harmlessly into the ground as though she’d done this a thousand times, though Strelitz knew with a pounding heart that the success of the sudden, desperate maneuver had been sheer dumb luck.

But another one was already heading towards her, and another behind that. Kal knew the princess wouldn’t be able to deflect another hit without shattering her wing. Her only hope left was to fly.

Fortunately, she came to the same conclusion almost at the same instance Strelitz did, because she dove to the side, then threw herself into the air, her blue-green metal wings flashing in the starlight as she strove for height, then just as quickly sped off towards the cover of the trees as the baffled gunners found themselves suddenly faced with a target that could go up rather than just side to side or forward or backward.

It took those on the castle roof too long to even stop to think about adjusting the height of the heavy guns, and by the time the lead began swearing in frustration and amazement at the failure, the princess, Stretlitz’ beloved charge, was safely hidden from them among the trees, but where Strelitz’s light could still find her.

Kal sighed with relief, and watched over her as she flew home.

[deakyjoe]

In Sickness & In Health

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used but Din does call Reader “cyar’ika”)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Din cares for you when you're sick.

Warnings: sickness/illness, Grogu being a menace, Din being awkward, cuddling, hurt/comfort, fluff basically

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am recovering from a cold.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You'd woken up sick, quite possibly in the worst condition of your life. Your limbs ached, your head was pounding, your stomach turned at every tremor of the Crest, your throat was sore and you could barely breathe through your nose. Death felt like it was approaching you at any second.

Din insisted that you were being dramatic.

He was sure that you'd just picked up a minor illness from the last planet you'd stopped on for supplies and would recover in a couple of days. He told you to rest and to stay away from Grogu as much as possible, unsure of the strength of the child's immune system.

Which would have been easy considering all you wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball in the dark and sleep. Unfortunately, the kid was just a little too curious in nature and wanted to see what was wrong with you. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. This caused Din to lock him away in the cockpit with a shiny ball to occupy him for the majority of the time while you recovered. 

"I feel bad." You told your travelling companion after Grogu had been shut away.

"You'll feel worse if you give him this disease and he dies." The Mandalorian replied, handing you an extra blanket after assuring you that it was fine that you used his bunk to sleep in.

Your eyes widened in fear, heart beating rapidly in your chest suddenly. "I thought you said this was a common illness!"

"Yes, but he is only a child." He sighed, gesturing for you to lie down. "You will be fine. Now go to sleep."

You mumbled to yourself lowly but did as he said anyway, drifting into a dreamless sleep once Din had closed the door.

You awoke some time later, sweat pouring out of you in floods as you burned as hot as a supernova. In your delirious fevered state you got out of the bunk, laid down on the floor of the hull and fell asleep again.

When you woke up again, a few hours later you assumed, you could feel something touching you.

As your eyes cleared, you realised that Din was sat beside you on a crate patting your head.

Your brows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Soothing you." He mumbled through the modulator.

"By doing this?" You croaked, glancing up to where his wrist hovered above your eyes.

He paused. "Do you... do you not like it?"

"Don't dislike it." You said. "It's just a little strange."

"The kid likes it."

"Do I look like a green baby with large ears to you?"

He hesitated.

"Don't answer that." You grumbled, turning to bury your face in the thin blanket you'd dragged to the floor with you.

"You were talking in your sleep. I thought it might help."

"Oh." You whispered, embarrassed about what you might have said.

"It was mostly incoherent mumbling."

"Oh." Thank the stars.

"Mostly." There was a hint of teasing amusement to his voice which you were terrified to question.

But you did anyway. "What does that mean? What did I say?"

He ignored your questions. "You should get back into bed."

"Too hot."

"Get back into bed, cyar'ika." He insisted, holding a gloved hand out to help you up.

You did as he said, too tired to argue anymore.

"I'll come back to check on you in a while." Din told you before disappearing to the cockpit again.

You faded in and out of sleep before the Mandalorian came back with a bowl of soup and a restless Grogu at his side a little later.

Worry plagued your mind momentarily as you cautiously eyed the kid. "I don't want to get him sick."

"He missed you." Din replied with a small shrug, handing you the bowl and a spoon.

You smiled down at the kid weakly, glad to see him. He was a nice presence to have around, almost always happy about something. The Mandalorian was the opposite in that regard - always unhappy about something, apart from the child, but was still a nice presence to have around. Overall, the combination of the both of them was making you feel better. A lot better. There was no one else you'd rather spend your sick days with.

The three of you ate in silence, just the occassional babble of nonsense from Grogu as he slurped down his dinner. The warm food made your throat hurt less but despite its temperature, you started to get cold.

You wrapped the blanket more tightly around yourself in the hope that it would help but had little success. So you distracted yourself by watching Din and Grogu interact instead. Maybe the warm feeling they created in your heart would extend to the rest of your body.

The dull hum of the ship combined with the quiet mumbled, very much one-sided, conversation between the two other members of the clan caused you to grow sleepy again. Which Din quickly noticed when your eyelids started drooping and your head lolled to the side a couple of times. So he swiftly put the child to bed and sent him back to the cockpit before returning to you.

"You should go back to bed." He stated, noticing your intense grip on the blanket as he sat you down on the end of his bunk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold." You confessed, even though it was pretty obvious by your violent shivering and chattering teeth. "Freezing actually."

Din did nothing for a moment, just stared at you and seemingly contemplated something if the way his fingers twitched at his sides was any indication, before hitting a switch and plunging the hull into darkness.

"What are you doing?" You blinked, suddenly feeling more awake as you tried to adjust to the lack of light.

"Sshh." He replied, the clang of metal on metal punctuating the word for him.

Was he... was he undressing?

"Din, stop."

"I said sshh." His voice was clear, no muffling from a modulator or helmet. His face was out in the open.

You stayed silent until you felt hands land on your shoulders, letting out a small gasp at the contact.

"Lie down on your side." Din mumbled, gently pushing you back.

The protest you had prepared died on your tongue as you felt him crawl into the bunk beside you and settle down at your back as the two of you laid down. He got as close to you as possible, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.

"What're you doing?" You whispered despite relaxing back against him and embracing the heat he was radiating.

"Warming you up." He mumbled into the back of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"No!" You whined, wriggling a little to attempt getting out of his grasp. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't breathe on me then." He answered simply, arms locking around you to hold you in place. "Now go to sleep."

You would've fought more, concerned with his health, if it wasn't for the fact that this position felt good. So good. He was warm and soft and you felt so safe and secure in his hold. Maybe just cuddling for a little while wouldn't be too risky. At least, that's what you told yourself as you fell into a deep slumber.

It only took a couple of days before rattling, shaky coughs could be heard echoing around the ship from a certain bounty hunter's modulator.

[staarboyyy]

supernova

depowered!homelander x reader | no pronouns

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties

summary ; john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you.

word count ; 1k

a/n ; i posted this a while back to my old ao3 and wanted to put it here, please enjoy !

‘ When a massive star runs out of fuel, the force of gravity causes it to collapse on itself and explode. The stars' remains are fired across the galaxy at a speed of forty thousand kilometers per second. Entire galaxies are outshined by the death of one star - A supernova.’

    “Do you think I’m still - Me?”

   

    “What do you mean?”

John fell silent to this question, his eyes cascading slowly over the small apartment before him. It was nothing at all like his room in the tower. Empty, walls barren and painfully dull, the windows only give way to the falling sunset's leaking sunlight, furniture worn in and bought second hand. You pursed your lips as you watched him take in the room for the hundredth time today, his eyes tired and lost, heavy bags underneath the once glittering blue gaze you found yourself swimming in. With a sigh, you bring yourself closer to him on the couch, causing him to give a quick glance to you - John is still himself. Painfully so. Your hands were hesitant for a moment, raising to gently comb through his now fading hair, the dark brown blooming at the roots; Yet his tired eyes suddenly widening at your movement stopped you. He was defenseless, not having left the apartment you bought together for quite some time, losing the muscle mass he once flaunted with shameless pride. His posture had even changed, instead now slumping forward with his elbows resting on his knees, wearing loose pajamas you had brought him home. 

    “It’s all I ever was. So what am I now,”

    John began in a soft voice, his eyes faltering as they drew away from you, to your hands. In his mind, your hands looked different. Everything about you did. He took a slow inhale, the breath swelling in his chest in the same unfamiliar fashion it did since he lost his powers - Everything had become so much more delicate in his eyes; The first time he had helped bring in the couch, you two now sat on, he couldn’t bring it in on his own, and found himself soon weeping on the ground before you, hardly able to explain with words how pathetic he felt he had become. Useless in more ways than he could ever think. Even the small things, having to keep up with eating and drinking water, had become more of a challenge than he had anticipated, and it showed in how his fingers trembled. He so desperately wanted to be grateful when you reminded him, but he still seemed to have a glint of fierceness in his eyes when you did - How dare you assume you knew better than him? But now you had. You had come to know him more than anybody else in the world.

    “You’re here. With me. In a shitty one-bedroom apartment with terrible plumbing, and a t.v on the ground. But, you’re here still. If that was all you were, you wouldn’t still be here, you know?”

    Your words made his breathing hitch slightly, head falling to avoid your gaze - This was something he did far too often these days. Choosing to let the words fester angrily in his mind, the feeling of his lashes becoming wet from the absurd uncontrollable urge to cry, making his stomach turn nauseatingly. John hated crying more than any of the other traits that came with losing his sense of self. How the unbridled heat gathered tightly in his throat, unable to breathe through it how he normally would have. It’s suffocating how his breathing shakes, his hands clenching in feebly weak fists, nails digging hard into his palms. It hurts. Searing hot, the bubbling need to let a sob break from his chest seems to take over all other rational senses. A strangled gasp escaped him, your arms coming quickly to wrap over him as he shakes his head - He wants to pull away, to scream, to collapse to the floor and beg for whatever God there might be to take him back. To pull him back to the subconscious torture of being the face of America. 

    “I can’t protect you - I can’t even protect myself.”

    You held onto him still, your grasp firm in an attempt to ground him. The feeling of his panic rising made him feel absolutely sick. To experience adrenaline in a way he’s never felt or seen before, to feel the fear he once drank down in careless gasps - It made him feel glued to the spot, a deer in the headlights. Your arms felt strong, felt stable, and hard around him as you pulled him closer to your chest. For so long, John had been able to hear your heart from standing yards away, and now the rarity of it became one of a cherishable sound. His ear pressed against your chest, his breathing still faltering as he listened quietly, foreign tears lacing down his cheeks in slow streams, his eyes wrenched shut in an expression of agony. 

    “You’ve always protected me; You never needed powers to do that. You make me feel safer than anyone, even now. Especially now.”

    John’s eyes slowly opened at this, the sound of your steady heart filling his head, silencing his own thundering one. To him, protection had always been dependent on his strength over others, mind, and body. How he was so easily able to twist words, make others blood run cold with just the sound of his voice or a squeeze of his gloved fist. His eyebrow twitched, lips moving briefly to form words that refused to leave his now swimming mind. He looked nearly confused at how you could so easily speak to him despite your shifting expression of furrowed brows, eyes warm and sympathetic. Normally, John would have jumped at this type of rumbling fear, using it to fuel the continuing power he bathed in - But instead, he slowly raised his hand to meet your cheek. It used to feel so malleable underneath his fingers, yet the warmth spread over his palm now, gently moving across the soft skin with a soft rumbled exhale from his lips. 

    “You promise?”

    “I promise.”

    And then for just a fleeting moment, his breathing calmed. Everything felt safe in this moment, his hand on your face, gently clutching you in hopes of not losing you. Never losing you.

[orangevtae]

Protector [Din Djarin x Skywalker!Reader]

Summary: Din's been on your track for a while now, but he actually didn't know that you were being hunted for to be delivered to an Empire Lord that has been after you simply because you were part of the Resistance so you both make a deal: you pay him so he protects you till you got to Nevarro so you can pay the price for your own head and you go to your separate ways. But is Din capable of doing it?

Warnings: Even if the story it's written between the events of seasons 1 & 2, maybe there can be some spoilers. Strangers to lovers (kinda?). Murder and death. afab!reader and use of she/her pronouns. Mentions of the Skywalker twins, reader and them are not blood relationed tho. Found family kinda thing. Typical Star Wars and The Mandalorian like violence. Touch starved Din (No one's gonna change my mind on that).

A/N: another day, another Pedro Pascal character. I decided to delete Supernova cause i didn't like the way it was going and i thought about this one and liked the idea better, maybe it will be multi-chapter, still thinking about it. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Din was yet in another icey planet. The snow beneath his feet was fluff, what made his boots smooth down while he heard the crunchy sound of it. The kid was safely neated and warmed on it's satchel by Din's hip as The Mandalorian was with his attention on his track orb that was beeping the louder he walked.

He didn't mind snowy icey planets, his beskar made sure to keep the cold out, he only thought about how this kinda of place seemed to be the prefered ones for the bounties he went after to. The thing is: this bounty in specifically never stopped on a place for more than a week, he got lucky if sometimes they decided to stay for two weeks, but it never lasted.

He has been after you for quite some months now, Din thought that maybe that was the longer he took to find a bounty. It was hard to keep tracks on you, he got near close to capture you once on Coruscant but you got him lost on the multitude on people on there, he only got closer enough to see you flying off on a ship, attentively looking back at him. So now, with you close to reach and him lucky enough to find out about where you were hiding before you took off by the end of the week was everything he asked for.

You knew he was after you, which bounty hunter wasn't? But the fact is: he in specifically was the one that could actually keep his track on you. You made all the others get lost, being tricked whenever they got too close so you could use the force to persuade them to believe that you weren't the person they were looking for.

But this one, this Mandalorian guy, really made up for the legends he had on his shoulders. At first, you were deeply afraid of him, he for himself looked butch enough and with the beskar clad armor he wore, he looked even more intimidating. If he ever so captured you, you were done for.

You don't know how long you were in the run now, you just knew that it had been so long that you blocked your siblings from the force connection you had so just you wouldn't endangering them on this too. You knew Luke and Leia could take care of themselves, they had much more force training than you, but they had their own lifes and you didn't want them in trouble cause of your problems.

It was easy to persuade the others bounty hunters, even if they were in that line of work, not all of them were good on their stealthy, you lost count how many times you got them lost cause they made fools of themselves but with the Mandalorian? You only got lucky the first and only time you were able to drible him and run away before he captured you. Right now, you wouldn't have time to hide or run cause you didn't thought yet about the next planet you would go to because the Mandalorian found you first, so you had two options and neither of them were good enough to do before he shot you with a blaster and it's bye-bye you.

You took a deep breath, you were patiently waiting for him to get to the room you were staying at and you weren't less surprised when you heard the door open and close, the sound of heavy boots making themselves known as he got inside "Don't move" he commanded, his voice a little raspy from the modulator from his helmet.

"So...you finally found me" you commented, voice low.

"Yeah, you were kinda hard to keep track on but not enough" he said "Stand up"

You took a deep breath, it was now or never "Okay, listen, i have a proposal for you" you said as you stood up, hands above your head "I'm pretty sure you don't know who is after me."

"No clue, my job it's just to catch you and bring you" he said, taking slow steps towards you as he stood tall before you, blaster directly aimed to your stomach "and i can bring you in warm or i can bring in cold, you decide it. I'm going to get my payment either way."

"Please, just listen to me" you begged, looking up at him. Your orbs found the T line on his helmet, that was a little tilted down at you since you were a little smaller than him and you almost felt like crying if that would made him listen to you, you didn't care if you were going to be shot, you have to at least try "The man that is looking for me, he's an former Empire Lord. Even if the Empire it's over, there's plenty of man like the one's after me around the galaxy."

"So what?" he said in return.

"So what is that he's after me cause i was part of the Rebellion, got sent on a mission where my purpose was to find and take down the ship he was and the crew members with him by the end of the war. He still was alive after i took everything down and that set a rage on him and he's been looking for me ever since." you let out a deep breath "I never did anything moraly wrong that could cause my name to be around a bounty hunter track orb or to have a farrik Mandalorian after me. He's just after me cause he wants revenge and the Republic doesn't know how to find him cause he is always hidden the dark where their eyes are unable to see and if i wasn't being honest about it i wouldn't come up with such history, it has too much backstory for it to be a teltalle so i can ditch you, so i am asking you to please believe my word."

For a moment, you thought that he wasn't conviced and that he would end up shooting you without needing to think twice He was silent for a few good moments, just shallow breaths being heard from his modulator.

"I don't trust you" he said finally "You could very well just made that up so you could try, so i need something to know that what you are saying it's true."

You almost sighed with relief at it and nodded "Downstairs, the lady on the reception, she was an former Rebellion ally, we fought together many times, she can confirm you my story. I'll be right here when you get back, you have my word."

You heard a deep sigh coming from him "Okay" he said, holsting his blaster back on his hip "If you story is a blanty lie and i discover that that woman downstairs has nothing to do with what you saying, you can expect that when i come back, you are done for."

You nodded your head, feeling your thighs tremble a little "Okay."

"Stay right here, if you move" he held up his tracker "I'll know"

And he went out the door.

You let out a deep breath, your hands were sweating and trembling as you took a seat on the bed beneath you. To say you were scared of him was mere fact, that guy was even broader up close than what you've seen last time from afar. He stood tall before you all the time while having a calm demeanor with a blaster pointed at you ready to shoot if you ever tried anything.

But you wouldn't, cause you actually needed him. Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, cause in reality you could take anyone down in a matter of seconds if you needed, but you needed a safe scape out and you assumed he had a ship and you needed to get to Nevarro without other bounty hunter stumbling into you.

It seemed like hours, it looked like it has been an eternity before the Mandalorian apeared on the door of your room again, closing it after he got inside.

"So?" you asked

"She confirmed your version, but why an Empire scum is after you? Really, i mean" he asked you, putting some weight on his left leg and one of his hands on his hip

"I killed his son" you stated "I didn't knew he was on board of the ship" It got silent suddenly.

It looked like the weight made your shoulders sunk.

It was the first time you ever revealed that, it was an acident, the kid wasn't supposed to be on board when you bombarded the Imperial ship, that kind of information wasn't given cause no one knew he was on board when you and your team were supposed to explode it.

"We didn't know, that kind of info never came to us and when it came...well, it was already done and his father has been after me ever since" you sighed

Mando didn't said anything for a while, only sighed and looked at the satchel at his hip where the Kid was still sleeping peacefully "So, what was your proposal?"

"Take me to Nevarro, i can pay you in double the reward for me and i am guessing you have a ship" you stated to him, squaring your shoulders "I need someone as you to take me there cause i'm always on a track. I just need to get to Nevarro to pay the reward that it's on my head, i guess that that may erase me from the Guild's records"

Din thought for a while. Even on his line of work, it wasn't acceptable to kill kids and he thought that you were paying for something that wasn't your fault and you clearly just wanted a stop to the constant feeling of running away. That didn't mean he trusted you tho.

Plus, he needed the money, he had an extra mouth now so he needed to buy food since the green child under his care never stopped eating amd he wanted him to at least live well under his care.

"I'll take you there, one of the head leaders of the Guild is a friend of mine, i guess he can do that for you if i ask him, it's a more than fair trade i guess" he shrugged, putting his blaster back on the holter "But i don't trust you."

"You don't have to" you looked him at his helmet, where you guessed his eyes would be "Just take me to Nevarro, i'll pay you and we both go on our separate ways"

"Deal" he tilted his head towards the door signaling for you guys to head out the door.

You grabbed the backpack you always carried with you that had just the few belongings and headed out the room, the lights went off and the door closed behind you and your new companions for a while.

For your lucky, you always remembered to pay your stady on the places you would be in the moment you arrived at them, so you didn't had problems when leaving the in you where. When you put feet outside of it, the cold air hitted you with force and you squeezed the scarf closer to your neck and nose and followed the Mandalorian that was a few steps ahead of you.

When you took steps enough to at least walk by his side in silence, you noticed a pair of green ears peaking out of the satchel he had around his hip, you frowned when it turned it's head and stared at you with it's big orbs. You let out a little smile make itself on your lips when you noticed that it was a baby, he cooed to you and you waved a little before looking front of you to make sure you wouldn't step on some ice that would make you slide face down on the ground. You haven't noticed the baby till now.

You knew that Mandalorians had a costume to take orphans in their care till they delivered them to their family's or they stayed with them of they couldn't find, you were surprised to know that this Mandalorian beside you had that kind of mission on him. It didn't take long to get to the hangar where the Mandalorian had put his ship into.

You let out a quiet whistle at seeing his ship "Wow, Razor Crest. It's been a while since i saw one"

"Ever piloted one?" he asked, this seemed to peak his interest

"No, we had one at the Rebel base, it was only used once" you whispered

"C'mon" he clicked a few buttons on the pad of his arm, making the ramp of the Crest to get down.

When it was down enough, he went ahead of you and climbed it, you followed close behind, when you were inside, the same ramp got up and the Crest was started, lifting off the ground so you decided to go to the cockpit, where the Mandalorian and his little green friend where at and then went off planet.

[nymphoheretic]

Hate Sex:  Sexual intercourse between people who hate one another.

Synopsis: You hate the beast inside your boyfriend, but it loves your pussy. Maybe you did love it too.

Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, mating press, creampie, slight tybw spoilers, Hollow is called Shiro to avoid any further spoilers, afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) pet names(Toy, Queen)

Word Count: 0.7k

Pairing: Hollow Ichigo x Afab!reader

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Your body shook with each thrust the man above you gave. You hate that you were so attracted to this beast that lived inside your boyfriend. Hate how easily your body grew so needy for him when you felt the changes in Ichigo’s soft, gentle touches becoming rougher and more demanding. Hate how his chillingly warped voice echoes in your ear as he calls you his little toy.

You hate how he was using your boyfriend’s face as he spews his degrading words at you. The only way you knew this wasn’t Ichigo was the gold glow his eyes shine as he forces you to look up at him. You hate how he would lift your leg to his face and run his tongue up your calf until it reached the gold anklet Ichigo had given to you with his name on it. 

Because he loves seeing the hatred burn in your eyes as he did it. 

“Aww, is my little toy getting mad that I’m fucking you so deeply or that I’m messing with this.” His teeth pulls the chain taut against your skin, his insane giggles echoing through your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. “Oh?” His snaps his hips into yours, feeling you clamp down on him after he pulls on the anklet. “Does the King do this? Pulls on this little chain while fucking you in a press like so.” 

He pushes your knees to your chest as he fucks into you even harder, the wet slap of his balls hitting the curve of your ass filling your ears even more.  He watches with glee as you bite your lip to prevent your moans from coming out. “Don’t want me to hear them? Don’t worry the King is still sleeping. Go ahead and moan pretty f’me, yeah?”

You don’t want to do as he said, but he angles his hips so that he was putting constant pressure on the one spot that Ichigo and he both knew drives you crazy. Your body jolts as your back arches off the bed, mouth dropping open in a loud cry of the name you dubbed the beast. “Shiro!” You dig your nails into his back as he pounds into you, not once slowing down his tempo. You could feel your walls constrict around his length as the ball of heat, wound tighter and tighter inside.

“Going to cum?” He mocked his tongue slipping out to circle around a perk nipple. “Going to let the beast you hate so much fuck you so much that you can’t even speak?” He laughs again, increasing the speed of his thrusts once more, until the bed was creaking under the two of you; the headboard slamming against the wall, the tip of his cock pressing against the sweet, gooey spot. “Go on, cum for me, my pretty little toy.”

You shake your head, not wanting to give into this demon’s demands, but your body was betraying you as your thighs began to tremble, your walls spasming around his cock. “No.” You plead. You didn’t want to cum to this look-a-like’s touches. You hated him. You hated him so much. “I hate you, Shiro!” You screamed out as you gushed around his cock, squirting your juices down his shaft and balls.

He grins as he leans up and licks his lips feeling your cum coat his dick. “No, you fucking don’t. You gave me a name. You love me just as much as that pathetic excuse for a King.” His thrusts start to grow sloppy as his own high was approaching as your clenching walls attempt to milk him of his seed. “Greedy fucking cunt wants my cum, huh? Then fucking take it!” He pumps into you once, twice, three times more before he locks his hips into yours, his cock twitching within your depths.

A moan escapes from the feeling of his hot seed painting your insides in thick ropes of white. "Shiro...” you coo out, your hands coming up to cup the fine hairs on the back of his neck. “Give me back my Ichigo.”

Shiro looks at you with unblinking golden eyes as they begin to flicker to the warm amber color you fell in love with. As the hollow faded back into Ichigo’s consciousness, his voice echoes. “I’ll be back, Queen...”

©️2022 nymphoheretic - I do not give permission to copy, edit, alter, or distribute my work. Do not adverse on tiktok. Do not repost on any other platform.

[razzafrazzle]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ITS TIME FOR MORE MTN DEW LESBIANS!!!!!!!!! they are besties and you can find them in their natural habitat (the mall)

[image description: a reference image for two original characters inspired by flavors of mountain dew. on the left is summer freeze, an average-built dark-skinned woman with a short afro dyed to look like a triple flavored sno-cone. she is wearing yellow sunglasses, earrings shaped like popsicles, a red, yellow, and blue windbreaker with a white crop top underneath, a white choker, red athletic shorts, knee-high white socks, and yellow, red, and blue rollerskates. he also has on blue lipstick and has a blue bellybutton piercing. blurbs next to them say that their pronouns are she/he/they, that they "put the fruit in fruitbooter", and that they are "very chill. haha get it". on the left is supernova, a curvy alien with light pink skin, antennae, black and white compact eyes, a beauty mark, a heart-shaped tattoo on her chest, and wavy blond hair with a pink ombre and pink hair clips. it is wearing a dark jacket with a light fur trim, a hot pink leopard print crop top, a dark miniskirt with a thong underneath, hot pink leopard print thigh high stockings, dark boots with a light fur trim, and a hot pink heart-shaped bag. she also has pink sunglasses in her hand and has on hot pink eyeshadow and lipstick. blurbs around them say that they use any pronouns, that they "landed on earth & the first thing she saw was a bratz doll", and that "nobody suspects a thing". there are doodles of sparkles surrounding the two. end id]

[mimikyu-chr]

if you say that someone’s disability is self-inflicted or that they make it worse because of lifestyle choices like smoking or drinking or not exercising, fuck right off.

my ex (who’s a shitty person anyway but that’s another story) used to say those things to me a lot, that i wasn’t doing everything i can to not be disabled so i deserved the pain i was in, i deserved to faint, i brought it on myself so i deserved it

what she forgot is that i was a cripple before i started doing those things. in fact, i sort of used them to cope for a while because my brain is Not Nice about me being disabled (it’s Not Nice about anything really, but this post isn’t about my brain)

so here’s your reminder that disabled people can smoke, drink, be ‘lazy’ and do whatever the fuck we want, and your opinion on it is bullshit. and if you’re disabled, here’s your reminder that you don’t need to feel guilty for doing ‘unhealthy’ things, we all have our vices, ways of coping and things we just enjoy doing, and anyone who shames you for them can go fuck themselves.

-Avril / Supernova (literally any pronouns)

[rjalker]

people really want to separate nounself pronouns from other neopronouns, and if you're looking for a way to look only for neopronouns not based on any existing words, the solution is not saying that nounself pronouns aren't neopronons.

Make a word for pronouns like ze/hir and ae/aer and other sets that aren't nounself pronouns.

nounself pronouns are neopronouns.

so if you want a way to look for non-nounself neopronouns, then those kinds of neopronouns need their own name!

How about just novapronouns? it's short and to the point. Neo is the greek word for new, so how about nova, the latin word for new, for neopronouns that aren't nounself pronouns?

Novapronouns = pronouns like ae/aer, ze/hir, ect.

Nounself pronouns = pronouns like bun/buns, star/stars, ect.

Neopronouns = nounself, novapronouns, and any other pronouns that fall under this umbrella.

Neopronoun is the umbrella term, and nounself and novapronoun are more specific categories under the umbrella.

there you go. have fun.

Edit #1: here, have a pride flag too! Different shades of purple because I like purple and I think it's a very space themed color :)

[ID: Two versions of the a pride flag with five horizontal stripes of: berry purple, dark magenta, white, very dark violet, and purple. The first is shaped like a square, the second is shaped like a wide rectangle. End ID.]

Free pride flags! The second one should, in theory, fit perfectly as a tumblr header! Feel free to use them for literally anything you'd use a pride flag for, including designs you sell!

Edit #2:

And for extra fun, pronoun sets that create actual new rules and do away with the -self suffix at the end or have a pronoun replace contractions can be called supernova pronouns :) because it's an epic name. (can be spelled with a space or as all one long word)

Supernova pronouns = xiy/rik/ix/sirav, izi/(ito)/av/avi/fiself (ito replaces any contractions that would otherwise be izi'd or izi's)

Edit #3:

Here's a link to the post with this flag, a supernovapronoun flag, and more!

"https://rjalker.tumblr.com/post/702228461355515904/neopronouns-categories-flags-and-explanations"

(For posterity in case this takes off, this post is being made on November 28th, 2022, 8:20PM. I decided to make this because I'm in the middle of making pronoun pins for 275+ different sets.)

(For the pronoun pins I'm making, check out @custom-pronoun-pins

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #081: The Well of the Depths

Neopronouns: zim/zur/zam/zurak which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself

Replace he with zim

Replace him with zam

Replace his with zur

Replace himself with zurak

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”

Becomes:

"Zim is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as zim gets a fence set up around zur yard so the puppy can go outside without zam having to walk it. Zur uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting zam use, since zim lost zur. Zim's going to buy toys and train the puppy zurak.”

___

Jack Coral somehow managed to avoid breaking anything when zim was suddenly shoved through the trapdoor from behind, with no chance to grab onto the ladder or even think about what was happening.

The only thing, zim knew, that had stopped zam from breaking both zur arms and legs in the sudden, long drop to solid stone was the ring Malordia had given zam – zim hadn’t wanted to risk testing the affects she’d said it would have, but, well, this was certainly proof she hadn’t just been trying to cheer zam up.

“As long as you intend to come back to me to keep your promise,” She’d said, “This ring will protect you from any harm that could come to you. No weapon will be able to harm you, no injury will you be able to receive from any source.”

Well, now zim knew it was true. Nothing even felt bruised as zim picked zurak up off the cold stone floor, staring around confusedly in the darkness.

Despite the fact that the trapdoor was now shut above zam, somehow, there was still a faint light visible, letting zim see the walls opposite zam as dark shapes against lighter grey, rather than the pitch, unwavering blackness zim had been expecting.

Looking around, Jack could see two walls on either side of where the ladder was, with a darker space stretching out directly across from zam. A hallway of some sort, leading deeper into the temple.

Zim glanced back up to where the ladder led, contemplating the idea of climbing back up to test the trap door, but it seemed like a waste of time. Well, if zim was being honest with zurak, mostly zim wanted to explore deeper into the temple, like zim had been planning when zim had looked down the trapdoor in the first place.

Why should that plan change now just because zim had been trapped in here?

Well, obviously there were many reasons, like trying to get help to make sure zim wasn’t left in here to starve, but Jack had never been able to resist zur curiosity.

With newborn confidance spawned by the now indisputable effect of Malordia’s ring, Jack set off down the dark corridor, moving to the left so zim could trance a hand down the wall for guidance. The stone was smooth and cool beneath zur fingers, and felt familiar somehow. Like a song whose lyrics zim could just barely not remember. It was what had drawn zam to hover at the top of the trapdoor in the first place.

There was something mermaic about this place, but more than that, there was something...tervean.

Had zim finally found the fabled Well of the Depths?

Well there was only one way to find out!

Zim strode ahead, eager to find where the path led zam.

The hallway turned out to be rather short, leading to a square room with empty stone braizures protruding from the walls in each corner, with another smaller, empty room in front, and two hallways on either side. After tracing zur way around the two rooms, Jack paused in the middle, feeling the slight breeze that drifted from the two hallways, deciding which way to go.

The tervean-mermaic pull came from the hallway to the right of the hallway with the trap door, but Jack could also sense that there were more rooms to be explored on the left.

Zim wavered there for a few moments, trying to decide which curiosity to follow first, but decided to go for the deeper pull. Maybe there were treasures hiding in the other rooms, but the only real thing zim was here to find was the Well.

Zim set off down the left hallway, and found it opened to a larger room than the others, with a double row of pillars in the center. The pull was getting stronger, so zim didn’t stop to trace zur way all around the room, zim just kept on going.

At the end of this room was another hall, which turned sharply at a right angle. Zim traced a hand down one wall as zim hurried up it for what felt like several hundred feet. This one hallway was probably longer than all the other rooms zim had been in so far combined, but with every step, the pull was getting stronger, until zim found zurak breaking into an excited run.

The hallway ended in a round room with a circular wall in the center, which zim followed without hesitation, feeling in zur bones that on the other side would be the thing zim had been searching for for so long.

And as zim rounded the curve of the room, a doorway opened into the center, and there it was – the source of the soul-deep pull that had led zam here from across the city above.

The Well of the Depths.

It was a circular pool in the center of the floor, with blue-black water that shone silver from within lapping at the stone edges.

There was nothing left to lose, and any shred of caution that Jack Coral had ever harbored was swept away by the euphoria of zur discovery after so many years of searching.

Without a moment of hesitation, zim took off running, and dove into the depths without looking back.

[honeybleed]

after tonight ⋆ aokiji

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canonverse, reader is a marine and devil fruit user, (hoshi hoshi no mi - star star fruit) pre punk hazard arc, post film z, age gap cos what do u expect kuzan mf 50 and reader in her twenties its up to u if its late or mid but its defo not early lawl, pls pretend kuzan is regular tall not guinness world record tall, reader and kuzan have a past.

author’s note: this PAGE got me feeling things esp this art anyways i guess i wanted to make a fic since my mans barely gets appreciation he was lookin extra good in the accursed one piece film z *rubs temples* , it flips between aokiji because when he still was an admiral that’s what all the marines and pirates knew him as. as the reader is close to him and as he left the marines he’s just kuzan. even doe i do remember blackbeard pirates still referring to him as aokiji during dressrosa lawl

word count: 2.2k

It was an uninteresting town in the New World. No magnificent name. Pirates and marines alike passed through to get to a more relevant stop.

The town had many taverns and inns, you suppose that's what made it a popular gateway to the other stops.

It was nearly nightfall as you stood in the empty street, paved with cobblestones. You were surprised your target hadn't taken notice since you had been following him since you arrived on this dreary island.

The lights flickered, and the shops and buildings were all derelict and neglected.

Everybody in the town was winding down to hit the haystack minus a few bandits, pirates and thugs who were being raucous in the tavern, singing and squabbling.

His bicycle was shackled somewhere further from your current location, and he seemed to have frozen. Not facing you.

"My, my. I seem to have gotten a fan. I don't have a pen to autograph anything for you, unfortunately." He said, still not looking at you, tone unimpressed.

"Don't flatter yourself, Kuzan." You responded. He winced internally when he took note of how venom dripped from your voice when his name left your mouth.

"You sure HQ ordered you to follow me? I'm sure there are more pressing matters than to dawdle after me."

"No, this isn't an order from above. I'm going to kill you."

He let out a wry laugh, then finally gave you what you were expecting the entire time. Taking off his sunglasses and fixating his eyes on you.

He seemed to be going for an inconspicuous look with the knitted hat and a trench coat, all with browns and blacks.

It differed from the fleet admiral outfit. The coat that draped over his shoulders.

You never admitted it aloud, but you found the coat powerful. With the kanji for justice imprinted on it, it made the higher-up marines look striking.

Kuzan still looked dazzling, even if he went out of his way to keep a low profile. Seeing him just awoke thousands of emotions in you, coursing through your veins.

"You want to kill me?" He echoed, as he quirked a brow. "That is unbecoming of a marine, don't you think?"

"You're a rogue. I even heard you've joined that scum, Blackbeard, you should be the last person to talk about 'unbecoming', Admiral." You snorted. "Well, former Admiral."

He whistled.

"Low blow." He snickered. "You sure are the same firecracker that sucker punched me the day we met, huh?"

He outstretched his arms.

"Well. Show me what you got." He said, rather nonchalantly as he peeled off his coat and flung it onto the sand.

You were running on impulse. From the moment you set out to this island from your marine base to the second, he noticed your presence.

Nothing about this encounter was rational.

You were going into this hotheaded and erratic, as you launched yourself towards him, hand glowing with the activation of your devil fruit.

You meant to strike his chest with a supernova — a power from your fruit the Hoshi Hoshi no Mi but it began to fizzle out as your eyes took his angular features that the moonlight fell on and your resolve withered.

Nevertheless, in his protective stance, his legs outstretched, he countered your attempt at blasting him away and froze your right hand.

You scrambled back, jumping away and landing on the ground. The ice on your skin felt like tiny knives slitting and slicing the flesh. Your blood vessels were screaming for relief as the frostbite of Kuzan's attack strained its grip.

Icy tendrils began to creep over the surface of the cobblestones and cause the night air to drop to sub-zero temperatures.

Shaking your head in an attempt to regain your composure, you lunged at him once again.

"Think, think, think." You thundered to yourself.

You weren't like Akainu however, you still were Kuzan's natural counter. You could form the heat strong enough to melt his ice.

As you jumped high in the air, thanks to your agility, he immediately grasped your ankle and slammed you onto the layer of frost. As your skin was touching the ice, it began to crackle and encase you.

This was quickly becoming a futile battle. You were in over your head. He watched you like a hawk, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

You began to rise your temperature within your body. It took a toll on your mind but since it was a logia, it was a part of you. The thin sheet of ice began to trickle and drip on your skin.

You shot up as soon as you managed to free yourself from his oppressive and cruel frost and sprung at him. There wasn't a chance at this very moment to let your soft spot for him halt you.

-

You were suffering.

Regretting overexerting yourself on that mission. You knew you were capable but at the same time, you always had this incessant need to prove yourself in front of your superiors.

However, it backfired because the pirate got away, you injured yourself and received a verbal lashing from Akainu.

As terrifying as the man was, you were glad it was his barking and a spit shower compared to the unfortunate fate of other marines who had gotten up close and personal with his devil fruit powers.

Your eyes briefly met Aokiji, his atypical facial expression and hands shoved in his pockets.

He wasn't laughing at you but sometimes the way he just looked nonchalant contrasting to your over-the-top approach made you want to recoil in embarrassment.

The other admirals and marines probably saw you as a joke, especially when you tumbled on the ship and jammed your shoulder.

When you collided with the pirate, who sent you hurtling into the side of the ship, you wanted the ocean to swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to face the humiliation of your failure.

Maybe Aokiji meant well, but it was beyond shameful when he leaned down and gathered you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the infirmary.

You could've sworn you heard snickers and jeering from the marine fodder since your skirt had ridden up.

You were turned to face the wall.

"Why are you here? I'm sure the whole ship saw Admiral Akainu's yelling, you here to yell at me some more?"

"When have I bothered to raise my voice at anybody?" Aokiji questioned in a wry tone.

You remained silent.

"Would you have carried me the same way if I were a man?"

"Would've flung you over my shoulder, perhaps." He said as he folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Why, you want to take a trip to the higher-ups?"

"No." You mumbled.

Silence hung over the two of you until he spoke up.

"It takes guts to do what you did back there. Most of them were laughing because they know at the first call of danger they're running, tail between their legs. So don't lay there and feel sorry for yourself."

You didn't respond, your back to him. You covered your mouth, desperate not to make a noise.

Brave, confident, outspoken.

You consider yourself to have these traits, and they were needed to be a marine.

However, since your promotion, to say your morale was in the gutter would be an understatement.

There were other female marine officers, Tashigi, Hina, and Tsuru to name a few, it was just so painfully lonely to be surrounded by chauvinistic assholes constantly.

He saw you again. He knew you cried that day in the infirmary.

As you walked towards him, to thank him and to apologise, the words were stuck in your throat. Your eyes struggled to meet his and a familiar tightness of your chest returned.

You felt a large hand settle on your shoulder, a thumb stroke your collar bone and he walked off.

He understood, despite your incessant hesitating.

You didn't miss the way your heart began to hammer against your ribs at his gentle touch.

-

It worked. The intense, burning supernova finally exploded into his chest and it sent him flying off his feet, colliding into a ramshackle, shoddy building.

The collision along with Kuzan's strength and strong build reduced it into rubble. You charged at him, once more to deliver a final blow but prompted to wrap your hand around his neck.

Something flickered in his eyes as you glared at him. Then it hit you. There was no way you could have taken Kuzan down that easily. The same man that handled Akainu for ten days?

The realisation clouded your thoughts with fury.

"I hate when you do this." You said, voice quaking with rage.

"When I do what?" He responded, hoarsely.

"When you go easy on me!" You cried out as your nails dug into the skin of his throat. "You pity me, you've pitied me since we first met and I can't bear it!"

Your grip on him began to falter and you released him. You peeled yourself off of him and dusted your clothes, covered in debris and dust.

"I did not go easy on you." He said, curtly as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I can't bring myself to hurt you. Even if it's by proxy."

He shook his head and gingerly stood up, slightly sore from the clash, massaging his side.

"I've never pitied you either. I've always admired you."

"So why did you leave?" You snivelled.

"That has nothing to do with you!" He said, voice raising. "If I left, you should've never chased after me!"

The lump in your throat was making it hard to speak. Your lungs felt constricted. You stared at him, giving him a long, pained look then turned to face elsewhere.

"You're right." You said, steeling yourself.

Kuzan shook his head and let out a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They kill marines here. Why do you think nobody else joined your little expedition?"

"I get it. I'll be on my way. I failed."

"It's not safe here, Y/N. Just come back with me to the inn. Leave tomorrow morning."

"You don't get to do that..." You said voice barely a whisper.

"Do what?" He questioned, bewildered at your eerie tone.

"Act as if you care about me when you vanished without a trace." You spat.

"Quit acting like a goddamn toddler. You're a Marine for god's sake, act like one."

"I'm sick of being a Marine. Working under that beast." You spat, referring to Akainu. "That's no way to live. No wonder you took off."

"I'm not discussing that with you, so just drop it." He said, tersely.

"Two options. Roam the streets like a stray until dawn until some fool comes to rescue you and is too late, or come back to the inn with me. Your choice." He said, waving a hand dismissively at you as he began to walk away.

-

The sight in front of you was upsetting, to say the least.

He was fresh out of the shower, in a towel. And in most circumstances that would've entailed something risqué. However, his entire skin was marred by scars.

His neck, his shoulder, his torso. The previously tanned skin was now pink flesh that looked as if it was burned. His left leg was gone. Now replaced by ice.

"...That battle on Punk Hazard."

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He snickered but the wry smile wiped off his face when he saw your reaction.

Tears were welling in your eyes, and your trembling hands reached to cover your mouth.

He said your name, calmly. Deducing how upset you were.

"That fucking bastard, how could he...?!" You finally mustered out, fighting the lump in your throat.

You reached out a hand to trace the soft pink flesh of the scar on the juncture of his neck, still unbelieving how disfigured the skin was.

Your subordinates were right. the lava versus ice fight that wrecked Punk Hazard was of course going to show on the two men.

You all had seen the scar on Akainu's face. But it seemed he'd gotten off lightly compared to Kuzan.

Discovering Kuzan had lost a leg was harrowing.

"You ever seen a few cuts and scars as a Marine?" He asked, with a hint of jest in his voice in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Much to no avail because your lip quivered as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

You sniffled and shook your head.

"Kuzan..."

It was a little ironic considering you had come to this island with the intention of 'killing' him. But the two of you knew deep down it was merely reactionary.

You felt betrayed when he left. You adored Kuzan, and you were his world. But that didn't exist in the world of pirates, marines, warlords and emperors. All romance was always bound to end in some sort of tragedy.

His heart felt like it was shredding. Nobody had cried for him in his life.

"Foolish girl." He sighed as he pulled you close to him, burying your face into his bare chest. He gently stroked your hair as you sobbed into his skin.

"How could this happen?" You choked out.

You tilted your head upwards to face him directly as he still had you nestled into him.

"I didn't go easy on him either, you know." He said, softly as he tucked some strands of hair behind your ear.

"As if that helps," You muttered, with a chuckle despite your tears.

author’s note:

its kinda dumb how miss reader wanted to attack him then ends up in a room with him nekkid but i guess thats the world of fanfics i suppose

my first one piece fic and it’s kuzan ☠️ oh well. tbh i love all the characters in their own way but he always will be my fave he’s so goofy and unserious but like he’s still one of the most interesting characters imo

my man, my man, my MAN 😹🙈

its lowkey hard not to fall for him when you see how he always has good intentions at heart

if u read this far thank u 💞😭 reblogs and likes are always appreciated!!

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Virtual Character Tourney - Round 2 - Bracket III - 6

Propaganda below (May contain spoilers!)

Lumina propaganda:

She's basically the reincarnation of another character's mother at the will of her father to become just like her mother vis a vis AI technology. However this got twisted into becoming the number 1 diva in the entire world. She's in a unit called UniChØrd with some other, well, human girls who don't find out that she's a virtual idol until later on. "In side:nova Season 7 -ENCØRE!!!!!!!-, it is further revealed that Lumina is composed with all the data of Aria, the legendary diva in the United States and Neo's mother. In Side:nova Season 9 -SUPERNOVA-, it is confirmed that his creator is Neo's father, who wants to revive Aria as an AI. According to Lumina herself, her first command received is "to aim for, and to become Aria." However, due to herself losing the memory about that command, the goal twisted into "becoming the No. 1 diva in the universe."" From her wikipedia page.

Holly propaganda:

Due to a pay dispute with Holly's original actor, Norman Lovett, Holly was instead played by Hattie Hayridge during seasons 3-5. This was explained briefly in the show as them having gone through a "computer sex change". This makes Holly canonically trans do not @ me.

holly is the silliest most specialest ai ever. she has an iq of 6,000 but sometimes it seems like his iq is more like 6. they're possibly transgender (do computers have gender??) (i am panicking over pronouns while writing this propaganda) - holly goes from appearing like a man to appearing like a woman with no real explanation(??) and nobody questions this (the show is from the 90s btw). he's hilarious and sometimes lies to the crew for no reason other than 'its a laugh, innit'. shes everything to me <3

Holly is the computer of Red Dwarf, a Tenth Generation AI hologrammatic computer who appears as a floating head on a screen. Can be downloaded onto various other devices. also literally transgender.. meets a female appearing parallel version of itself in a parallel universe and then goes through a sex change after falling in love with her. transgender computer ftw

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★📎 {} .. if requests are open, please be patient with completed drabbles! i am only one person with two weak malnourished thumbs, have mercy :(

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✩°｡⋆saw franchise x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: amanda young x reader

drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]

quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]

choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]

territory ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda - amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: mark hoffman x reader

worthy test ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!! - you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined [ smut ]

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✩°｡⋆the boys x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: homelander x reader

compliance ; sublander, bloodplay, knifeplay, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamic, consent, communication, prior planning, oral sex - getting homelander in a vulnerable position where you put him in cuffs he's not allowed to break. [ smut ]

supernova ; depowered!homelander, homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties - john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you. [ angst / romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: soldier boy x reader

negotiations ; dubcon, forced orgasms, slight daddy kink, glove kink if you squint, size kink, southern charm, drug use, wall sex, no pronouns used for reader but afab anatomy is repeatedly mentioned - upon joining The Boys to take down Homelander with the help of Soldier Boy, you come to realize he's much more of a hard bargain than you anticipated. [ smut / slight romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x reader

people will talk ; weed smoking, alcohol references, fluff, intoxication, cozy fic, - late night meetings between you, frenchie and a joint [ fluff ]

✩°｡⋆ Unexpected

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ thomas shelby x reader fic [ smut - specified anatomy ]

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance

i. evening ,, ii. morning

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pt: star-themed names and pronouns. @/dwllie's 200 event. end pt.

♰ ⠀ — ⠀ STAR-THEMED NAMES & PRONOUNS. @dwllie's 200 EVENT.

asterismos

asterism

estelle

apollo

castor

astrophel

cassiopeia

esther

sol

starr

danica

elanor

solfried

starla

starlet

star / stars

star / starry

constellation / constellations

sun / suns

astral / astrals

astro / astros

nova / novas

super / nova

supernova / supernovas

celestial / celestials

star / dust

stardust / stardust

star / shine

starshine / starshines

starlet / starlets

star / burst

starburst / starbursts

[sakosai]

MYSTERYMOONIC

— a gender connected to the moon, mysteriousness, stars, and being morally gray

Pronoun suggestions:

Good/goods/goodself

Bad/bads/badself

Star/stars/starself

Super/supernova/supernovas/supernovaself

Lune/luna/lunar/lunars/lunaself

Midnight/midnights/midnightself

Coined by Salem!