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[friezaglasiencold]

hello Frifri! hows it going? any jaw dropping intergalactic stories happening?

Don't call me that.

But do forgive my protracted absence. I've been busy with other things, like enjoying some rosé with dinner—which is, if you're wondering, roasted fish and vegetables. A bit lacking in imagination for the price point, but overall satisfactory.

(For dessert I plan to indulge in a heaping course of my pet’s… well, you know. Hah.)

All jokes aside, it's been business as usual, though I have made some significant strides in my training. To celebrate I'm tossing around the idea of a new "suit of armor" for my ascended form. Thinking something like platinum. Maybe obsidian. Both?

Maybe both.

I do hope you all have fared as well as inferior life-forms can manage. I'll catch up soon.

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Ehem.

Can you draw Raiden as a baby and he is being held tightly by Nightmare because the latter is having a breakdown (something triggered his bad memories) and leaning onto Raiden’s head?

(I imagined this when I was listening to ‘I bet on losing dogs’ - Mitski)

I love them sm, him and his baby.

I've never drawn Raiden as a baby, I was gonna put him in something other than a sweater, but just decided on keeping it as the outfit I wanted to put him in wouldn't really have been seen lol.

[sinnohsiblings]

*Destino approaches Calama in his beaten state. No matter the size of the opponent, Destino was indeed stupid enough to insult. Destino leans an arm against the big giratina in a rather relaxed pose, not a care in the world for what may happen to them.*

Destino: You know, I've seen many Pokémon in my time. Many. You're probably one of the largest. Now, if I was your size, I'd probably be pretty strong, you know? Strong enough to not let some overgrown noodle come out of nowhere and beat the shit out of me. It's funny really. Sometimes you think you're strong enough and you just end up being weaker than you need to be. Pathetically weak. I could probably lay a single night slash on you and it'd end you in a second. Judging by your state, a simple quick attack could probably do the trick. You're stupid for tackling such a strong opponent. I'd say that creature beat your brain out of you but, let's face it, there probably wasn't one in that thick skull of yours to begin with. Seriously, with that pathetic show you demonstrated, I doubt you could ever protect anyone. Then again, do you have anyone actually worth protecting? Or are all of you slimy, shriveled worms the same?

Calama at first ignored the Absol when he approached. Marshadow littering his entire body length feverishly working away to tend to their creators wounds, fussing and fretting as their tiny hands washed the deep slices while others tried to slow any bleeding spots.

As the Absol droned on and on about how superior it was and how pathetic Calama was and how easily the mortal could kill him in his weakened state the Giratinas body grew limp and sunk flat into the lake he was being washed in. His face buried itself against the earth in front of the Absol, the golden eyes of the god dull and growing duller as his listened before welling up with a slick wetness.

"Kill me then."

The Giratina's voice was faint as if the very labor of speaking burned his throat but there was also a sorrow laced in his voice that bubbled to the surface.

"Be just like those fairy types that condemned your kingdom to darkness...infact be worse than them condemn billions of innocent lives to death to stroke your own ego...to prove some worth you need to prove to yourself."

"I never asked for this life." His voice faltered. "I was a child. I was barely old enough to mass shift...let alone be sentenced to death...for the crime of having a color mutation...sent to my death by my own father just for mourning the mother I never got to say goodbye to before illness claimed her... Something you'd hopefully never have to know the pain of...14 trillion years I've protected billions of generations of lives...14 trillion years I have been battered and mauled to protect the people who put me in that position...14 trillion years I've been stuck in a life not worth living but went on anyway..."

Tears rolled down the giants face as more color seem to fade from his body he looked older...much older as his form seemed to give up and leave itself to the very fate that was sealed trillions of years ago.

"Billions of lives have always depended on me without me getting so much as a say in it...I value only a single one...her above all others and if this world ends I may rest knowing she'd be safe. Free to live a full happy life in another world where death doesn't linger on the horizon for her...allowed a life I could never have...You may end me little Absol...but I will rest knowing I gave my daughter a life worth living. A success even in the face of my defeat and you could never take that away from me even if you tried."

His sighed and his eyes looked away from the Absol staring off into the distance.

"All this suffering just because a child cried for his dead mother...all this because I wanted to say goodbye...fate sure is cruel to those of us of exceptional birth..."

[ted-answers]

Hey Ted, were you ever like… bullied as a kid? If so, what for?

(ooc; long post and sorry for typos, I cannot be bothered to reread this for a 7th time)

Oh. Oh yes. It was for what you'd expect honestly, my family was dirt poor. Growing up I had, at most, maybe four outfits? None of them ever stayed clean long enough to be decent, as I wore them not only to school but also while doing farm work. My hair was never clean, I was always being sent around places to work on machines- I had a knack for them and if there's one thing me and my parents had in common, it was knowing when something was profitable- I wasn't ever getting homework done or sleeping because of how much work I'd be doing. I passed out in class often. My hair always had oil or grease in it. I had burns, cuts, and bruises nearly constantly, and my already filthy clothes started getting oil stains.

All of that was the perfect recipe for pre-teens with better living situations to tear me to pieces. Didn't help that while growing up I was skinny, tall, and pretty malnourished. I couldn't fight anyone off if I tried. I was a bookworm for fucks sake, I was practically a walking target. I think one of the reasons my parents pulled me out of school in my early teens, before I could even become a freshman in high school, was likely so they could avoid the responsibility of what was essentially neglect. Plus, with no homework, I could get so much more work done. yay.

Despite it all, and despite the fact I think I hated my parents, for loads of good reasons. I miss them. I can't even remember their faces. I don't remember our family name. I barely remember the farm. I can't even recall my siblings. Not to sound like a child, but I miss them, so, so much. I would give everything, anything, to say sorry for leaving them. For never giving them any of the riches I acquired. For changing both my names and pretending I had been an orphan all my life. I want my mom. I want my dad.

I haven't thought this in years, decades even, but

I want to go home.

(ooc; hot take but Ted genuinely has one of the saddest backstories because he is such a victim of circumstance. I see people going "omg he used rich women for their money" and what they don't realize is that his only other option was slaving away on a farm in South Carolina for the rest of his life. Something that had already consumed his entire childhood. He didn't even have a high school diploma. Tell me what the hell he's supposed to do for career paths without one of those. Yes, he was a genius, he was entirely self-educated from the age of 13 onwards. He dove into books to ignore his outward circumstances. He can't really get a decent job with that. Hell- He was on an entirely different continent by the time he finally had freedom. His literal only option was to be a fucking playboy. Scamming was the only constant stream of cash. I'll admit that can be mildly comedic in some scenarios but it's also sad. Justice for Ted I love him.)

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[zuzu-draws]

that gojo and sukuna fanart……….. thank you for your service 🫡

My pleasure~ ;D

[cryingbluez]

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you are very swag <3

thank you for sending this to me :DDDD

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[monochromesubway]

hello fellas . what did you have for lunch today :)

🔺: I treated us both to homemade lunches!

🔻: I am Emmet and I miss my bell peppers…

🔺: Peppers and a bottle of water are not a proper lunch, Emmet.

[frostyduo]

Greetings my lord... lords?

My apologizes, I am unsure whether or not the Emperor would consider his mate to have an official title considering your relationship? Please do let me know that I will not cross a line for future questions.

However, my question: Earthling spooky holiday is around the corner, and I was a little curious. Does Arcosian culture have holidays? If yes, could you perhaps tell more about them?

Frost: Oh wow - Frieza look, we got a question from our blog.

Frieza: Hm? Oh really? Goodness it’s been a moment. At least a few months I think….

Frost: Let’s see….heh. They wanna know if we’re both to be addressed as “lord” or just you.

Frieza: Ah. Well, we’re not married as of yet, so *technically* I suppose it’s not required - as long as you treat both of us with the same respect. And as for this other question….hmm, i can’t really recall any Arcosian holidays….

Frost: *smirks* Well, I guess there’s still “Frieza Day” right?

Frieza: Oh please. While that might be MY favorite holiday, I wouldn’t consider it an Arcosian holiday. The problem is, our race has become rather rare these days, and as such a number of our old holidays and customs have sort of dwindled away with time.

Frost: Huh. That’s too bad. Though the same thing kinda happened in Universe 6. Perhaps we should consider celebrating this Earth holiday then - not sure what they mean when they say it’s spooky though.

Frieza: *shrugs* I suppose we’ll do research on it later.

[friezaglasiencold]

i wonder... do u have any specific dirt on a certain saiyan prince? u must have at least enough petty knowledge on him to make a banger top 10 video if u so chose to

Why, thank you for the opportunity to divulge…

-Snores. Loudly. I’ve received complaints.

-2 hour haircare routine.

-On multiple occasions has gotten his tail stuck in an automatic door and jumped so high as to leave a dent in the ceiling.

-Unsanitary uniform practices. Smells vaguely of mustard.

-Talks to himself frequently. Forgets to turn off scouter while doing so.

-Lost arm wrestling match with Cui. Never lived it down. Apparently it’s still a sore spot, though I’ve not had the chance to check.

-Afraid of worms. Also anything resembling worms. Origin of phobia unknown but hilarious to exploit.

-Four inches.

[sinnohsiblings]

Continuation of this | @singularity-and-co "It's a beautiful place regardless. Be it natural or be it ever so slightly altered. I know how difficult the world was for our first Xerneas to flourish with such wonderful plants to support the life our Mew was forming. it's nice to know you're able to enjoy such tranquil places from time to time." She smiled taking in his flushed features. She chuckled to herself seeing how he reacted to the same level of compliments he'd been giving. Seems he was used to giving and not receiving and she didn't mind being one of the few out there to give him the same sweet comments in return. She lightly drew circles into the back on his hand with her thumb as she listened to him speak. When he had finished she looked up at him with a warm glint to her eyes. "Well as much as I appreciate that you want this to go right for my sake, just remember how you feel about tonight is also just as important. My father wouldn't have approved of you asking me out if he didn't see the chance it would go well. So don't stress yourself out for me, ok?" She said with a playful tilt of her head. "But if you do wish to play a game of twenty questions, I can start. hmmmmmmm." She hummed to herself as she thought for a moment, "Ah here's a couple simple ones. How old are you? What's your favorite color? Are you a morning person or more nocturnal? and which flavor do you prefer, sweet, spicy, dry, sour, bitter or savory?"

[starkcanvas]

I never realised I needed baby Omori, but now that I have he's gonna be on my mind all week!

Thank you Mack, he's absolutely adorable and I love my knife son.

Oh ho ho, if you thought 4yo Omori was adorable… the OTHER idea is something even cuter (granted it comes with a shit ton more angst and trauma ^^) because it has…

NEWBORN baby Omori ;w;

Look at this little guy ;w; (yes he has a knife plushie and it’s his favourite lmao)

[the-lord-cooler]

Frost: *smirks* Hey Cooler, I have a question. I heard a rumor your father had a cute nickname for Frieza when he was a kid - that he’d call him his “princess”. Is that true?

Frieza: No, it isn’t.

Frost: And *you* don’t always tell me the truth, so I’m asking Cooler, not you.

Frieza: You’re wasting your time. *whispers* Don’t you dare say a word.

-frostyduo

*chuckles* Ahh, yes I do remember that. "Princess Frieza"

That actually came from a diplomat mistaking him a girl, given how much he liked to whine and complain. Naturally Frieza killed that diplomat in a tantrum, however father found it so amusing that he would tease my little brother.

It was rather cute to see him so easily flustered.

Of course the first time I tried to tease him he shot me in the chest again and I had to be rushed to the infirmary.

[ted-answers]

Awwwww you worry about scaring Ted? Someone’s getting squishy

What? No- Why?- Are all of you thinking this? I intimidate him enough as is, there's no need to change my physical appearance. I do not worry for him at all, it's simply stupid to want to change how I look when I already strike fear into him. Let me set this straight, I feel nothing for Ted other than searing agonizing hate. He is nothing more to me than a circumstantial companion until the sun burns out. I'm stuck with him simply because living through eternity alone sounds dreadful, and he killed the others. I do not feel these "squishy" emotions you speak of. Anything that Ted thinks or says about me liking him is utter delusion on his end. Anything I do with him that could be perceived as affection is not, he's simply looking too deep into it. He always looks too deep into it...

I don't feel anything for him and I never will. Stop thinking about it, or you'll go just as crazy as him. Idiotic bastards...

saying I could feel for Ted...

how stupid... stupid... I would never...

(ooc; he is deeep in denial. Not as deep as Ted, but deep. Hate and love are rather close, with a thin line keeping the two apart, and it seems AM has accidentally fallen over this line unwittingly. Romantic implications are highlighted in pink teehee. sorry for typos it's 10pm. also sorry for coloring errors the text is bugging out on me ugh)

[kutsukispast]

Continued From @sonder-palms

I more or less oversee and keep the peace; you could call me a manager. I only truly intervene when it's absolutely necessary. Normally, my Arceus would be the one doing this, but after a horrid war, he was forced into a long slumber to regain his strength, so I've taken up the mantle. As for my niece and sister here, certain...circumstances don't allow them to partake in any of the duties I perfom.

[cryingbluez]

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