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wolven storm is stuck in my head and tbh good for me 😌

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               “WE’RE PIRATES. WE DON’T PLAY BY THE RULES.”             independent & selective RED HAIRED SHANKS of eiichiro oda’s one piece                                                         written by nick. ( psd credit: x )

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               “WE’RE PIRATES. WE DON’T PLAY BY THE RULES.”             independent & selective RED HAIRED SHANKS of eiichiro oda’s one piece                                                         written by nick. ( psd credit: x )

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i'm still alive! thanks for being patient and sticking around 🥰 work has been kicking my butt lately so i haven't had a lot of time to jump on and write. and if i have been writing, it's been sporadic and on disc.ord

if you need me or want to plot, i'm lurking here and since yesterday, i've also been here

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sailor moon | usagi & mamoru favorite scenes

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We were born to be together. Mamo-chan, I love you so much. 

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maraonlaidre​   /    mako

@trustbutvcrify​ asked:  Long day? ( makoto – mamoru )

“You could say that,” Makoto exhaled, ruffling her hair a bit before turning toward the counter and dropping onto the stool next to him. “–had a visit from the social worker today.” She mumbled into her arms, knowing he’d hear anyway. “–before a science test. That should be illegal.” 

MAMORU SET HIS HOMEWORK between the pages of his open textbook before closing it and sliding it away from himself so he could focus his attention on his friend. “i’m here if you need to talk about it with someone.” a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, hand reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulder in hopes to convey his understanding of her situation. “they still drop in on me from time to time and honestly i’m still not used to it.”

“WHAT ABOUT YOUR TEST? how’d you do?”

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「 Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Eternal 」

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livingprophecy​   /    natalya

     𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 passes her lips, and natalya reaches over to shove erik gently.   “oh please, i think you need someone to tell you when you look terrible. i’ve got to get you back to being enjoyable to look at, this is not fun.”   maybe it’s because he’s half exhausted already, or maybe it’s the glass of wine, but she can’t help the bold words.   (EVEN WORSE:   she does not regret them at all).   the witch doesn’t move from her position, carefully perched on her elbow, watching the man. she smiles then.   “i always cook for you, this is no different.”   other hand is waved dismissively;   he doesn’t need to thank her for doing what she enjoys, and that’s making him happy. of course, to admit that as a motivation would be a completely different conversation, one she doesn’t think either of them are ready for.   HOW DO YOU TELL SOMEONE THE UNIVERSE SENT THEM FOR YOU?   /   simple answer:   you don’t.   natalya giggles then, nodding enthusiastically.   “mmm, it wouldn’t be your door though. i would storm your house and drag you back here. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”   at the quote, she finds herself laughing more. who knew this would be so easy, a rhythm of conversation like a song sung by the world around them. she wishes too, that it all was so easy. but DEMONS CLOUD ERIK’S VISION;   she is determined to break through to let him see SUNSHINE once more.   “you don’t have to tell me what is keeping you awake.”   she begins, and her smile turns much softer, all hints of teasing gone.   “however, you should know that i don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. if you so choose to talk, i will simply listen.”

       "MUCH APPRECIATED. WHERE WOULD i be without you?” even though the question was rhetorical, erik wouldn’t be surprised if she had some kind of answer for it. that smile grew a tad wider and a quiet, but genuine laugh escaped as the woman, his first friend here, jokingly pushed at him. “if, on the slim chance you look just as bad as i do at any point, am i allowed to tell you the same? I’M A LOT OF THINGS, BUT I’M NOT A LIAR.” he wants to be wary of her intentions, to try to convince himself that something this good will not last ( it never has ) but those thoughts have been few and far between when he’s found himself in her presence. erik watched as waved her hand, that small smile on his face softening a second time as he decided to drop that part of the conversation about cooking. they could likely go in circles; he’d say she didn’t have to and then she would insist that didn’t mind. one day he was determined to return the favor but that would have to come when his inner demons weren’t plaguing his thoughts when he laid his head down at night. “that’s quite the task you’ve given yourself. i’m not sure it’ll come to that or how easy it will be if it does but it seems like you love a challenge.” his smile has faded now as he redirects his gaze up towards the ceiling and then there’s a brief pause before he answers. those walls he’s kept are still up but she’s been chipping away bit by bit. “it’s a number of things… nightmares and restlessness mostly. moving from place to place, whether it’s by choice or not, makes adjusting difficult at first.”

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infinityentity​   /   adam

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“Tell me of Frieza.”

        "HE’S A SADISTIC TYRANT who’s ordered the annihilation of civilizations across the galaxy and enslaved countless more.” vegeta muttered bitterly, taking pause in his training exercises to cross his arms over his chest. he wasn’t fully healed yet but no one had been in the room to stop him from getting up when he’d awoken. "after fighting you and your friend, i don’t think he deserves to get what he wants this time so it might be in your best interest to leave before i change my damn mind.”

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a vaguely plotted starter for @soulcluster​   /   17 & 18

       PATROLLING MONSTER ISLAND FOR poachers was a full time job and if he were human, it’d likely leave him exhausted everyday. being an android still had it’s perks ( and without those perks, doing his job would have proved to be a lot harder ). though it was rare he had a long weekend off and he’d rushed home as fast as his body would allow him to with the intention of spending as much time with his family as he could. this was the first time his family was meeting his sister at his wife’s suggestion, he’d invited them over to stay until he needed to head back to work in a few days. krillin was inside, kindly helping his wife clean up in the kitchen while his kids and marron ran around the yard. “you think you’ll drop by more often?” 17 asked, turning his head towards his sister and leaned back in his chair to prop his feet up on the railing of the porch. the sun was just now starting to set, the sky fading from blue into various shades of orange and yellow. “now that you know we’re here, at least?”

       "NO PRESSURE OBVIOUSLY. WE’RE both busy people and i don’t have to be home for you to say hello but i think the kids would like it.”

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Death holds no terror for me. It’s life I fear. I’ve no wish to be its victim.

indie adam warlock of marvel comics, loved by lailah

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS   /   ryker knotley 

APHRODITE .  laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO .   glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES .  armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS .     keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA .   discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER .    soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS .     drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS .    the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA .   resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES .     devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON .    storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS .  thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare- filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagged by  :  the lovely @duskcrown tagging  : @jcmiss @livingprophecy @wandyrlust & @stormdriven

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was going to say “at least i’m a better person than my father” but that’s? such a low bar, really? but it’s also not a lie, technically, so. better person than my father! at least. just casually stepping over that nearly-on-the-floor bar

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You’re the last person I’ll ever let surpass me!