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An ugly disgusting abomination who doesn’t know right from wrong
More gposes of my xiv main and hrothgar sona~ Got a new glam together for my monk job and, God, I wanna be able to dress like this someday. Flowers in my hair Fashionable little hip bag Just put some floral print on the tank top and the look will be complete
My Good Omens LGBTQ+ Headcanons
If I misused any romantic, sexuality or gender identity, let me know.
Here are mine:
Aziraphale: Panromantic, Demisexual, Graysexual, Agender(he/they)
Crowley: Demiromantic, Demisexual, Graysexual, Genderfluid
Anathema Device: Pansexual, Cisgender
Newton Pulsifer: Straight, Cisgender
Adam Young: Straight, Biromantic, Cisgender
Madame Tracy: Bisexual, Cisgender
Sergeant Shadwell: Straight, Cisgender
Gabriel: Aroace, Agender(he/they)
Pepper: Pansexual, Cisgender
Brian: Gay, Cisgender
Wensleydale: Aroace, Non-binary(they/them)
Beelzebub: Biromantic, Graysexual, Non-binary(confirmed)
Hastur: Aromantic, Gay, Cisgender
Ligur: Gay, Cisgender
Michael: Bellussexual, Agender(she/they)
pronoun time
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I rewatched Young Royals and watched the new season today and it was the fucking best I loved it so much and it caused so much serotonin and gender envy all at the same time. I love it so fucking much.
I’m starting to think I use he/they pronouns because of this and a few other things I’ve read and watched recently. And with how much serotonin it gives me
Byakuya is trans, no i dont take criticism.
FALLEN ACADEMY OC THEODORE MOORE AS A SIGHTED (SEER)
I’m now gatekeeping pronouns. Don’t touch he/they, that’s mine.
New oc dropped, i just think he's neat
Playing around with the idea of "no face, no skin, all gear" vibes
Hero and Villain go to Sky Zone
Hero dodged to the left, then quickly to the right. Bright red pillars scattered around them, and they weaved gracefully between them. They grabbed the coarse ropes of a net, and scrambled upwards as fast as their tangled limbs could take them. They risked a glance to their left and caught a glimpse of Villain doing the same. They quickly reached up, using their trained grip strength to traverse a ten foot gap in their path. They had to be faster. They had to work harder. They had to win.
Their feet hit the ground with painful reverberation, but there was no time to stop and rest. Diving forward, they crawled through the darkened tunnel, their knees sliding on the slick material as they pushed forward. Up ahead, they could see the light at the end of the tube illuminating an open plain occupied only by the spinning blades of the final obstacle.
They reached it in record time, wasting not even a second to deliberate. They saw a gap and they lunged for it. A blade came hurtling towards them and they jumped, moving forward a step before the next one came. They leapt over the following blade, clearing it just before something crashed into them from behind. Sprawled out flat, they lifted their head to locate their assailant. Unfortunately, they forgot to calculate for the velocity of the forgotten obstacle. While Villain ducked under the last blade and made it to the gap in the wall, Hero was left behind to get smacked in the head.
Dazed, Hero finally managed to stumble off the padded plain and onto more solid ground.
“That’s the most impressive run I’ve seen today,” a man in a red polo shirt congratulated, but the two finishers were already racing past him.
Seeing an opening, Villain ran past and grabbed a long pole, then dashed onto a long beam and turned to face Hero.
All around the open building, young eyes followed the two enthusiastic players.
Hero, accepting the challenge, grabbed a pole for themselves and followed Villain out onto the beam.
“You picked the wrong section. My balance is unmatched,” Hero taunted, holding up their red weapon with two cushioned ends.
Villain replied, matching Hero’s stance with their blue padded weapon, “Really? How’s your hit absorption?”
Villain swung for the ribs and was blocked, red colliding with blue in a struggle for leverage. Both opponents swayed unsteadily, their feet wobbling and their eyes scanning for possible landing zones below them.
When they inevitably both went tumbling into a sea of primary colors, screams of victory followed them both.
Foam blocks were flying five, then ten feet in the air. Blurs of red, yellow, and blue obscured the views of the children who stood wide-eyed at the edge of the pit. One cube veered far off course, hitting a young girl in the face. She and the others wisely took a step back. Oblivious to the stunned—but unharmed— child, the polyurethane war continued.
Villain was the first to their feet, and they abandoned the pit and headed for where the floor turned black and bouncy, broken by a grid of red padding. They bounced diagonally to the farthest corner where the trampolines covered the walls as well as the floor. Hero, hot on their tail, jumped between the squares at an impressive speed.
Before they could reach Villain, they were caught on the wrist by different man in a red shirt and khaki shorts.
“Hey, it’s time to go,” he said, tapping his wrist at his watch.
“What?” Hero asked in confusion, looking down at their own wrist where a yellow paper band laid.
Beyond them, Villain stopped bouncing to watch the scene unfold.
“I’m sorry, you only paid for an hour,” the attendant explained patiently.
“But- But! What about him!” Hero pointed an accusatory finger towards the villain, who looked nothing short of absolutely overjoyed by Hero’s situation.
“His band is purple. He paid for two hours.”
“What?! Then can’t I just pay for more?”
“Sorry sir, we’re full. You’re going to have to give back the socks and leave,” he spoke politely, but the corners of his mouth were frayed even with the classic customer-service smile, and it was clear he was reaching the end of his shift.
Hero deflated, knowing they couldn’t argue with the poor minimum-wage employee in front of them without compromising their morals and their public image.
“You heard the man,” Villain mocked, moving closer to the hero.
Hero’s jaw remained discarded on the floor as they reached a bench on which they could sit down and start peeling to borrowed socks from their feet.
“This isn’t over,” they called over their shoulder as they walked past a smug Villain who stood with their arms crossed over their chest.
“Sure it isn’t, just like you weren’t knocked off first.”
Hero froze, seething, but wisely chose to keep walking.
The kids were watching, after all.
Hero and Villain Go Tubing
They got an early start, arriving at the water mid-morning bright-eyed and eager.
Well, at least one of them was.
“Remind me again why you made this a stipulation of our neutrality deal,” Hero groaned.
They stood upon a rock overlooking a semi-shallow green river with their ecstatic nemesis by their side.
A toothy grin spread across the villain’s face in response.
“It’ll be fun!”
For Hero, that was yet to be determined.
The hero’s swim trucks were adorned with cartoon flamingos. When questioned, Hero had asserted that they were a gift, and they didn’t go swimming often enough to own a second pair. Villain was dressed in more ‘tasteful’ swimwear, a dark blue rash guard and green shorts.
Hero sighed, “You brought the tubes, right?”
“They come with the tickets, we just give them back when we get out,” Villain explained.
“Tickets?” Hero questioned, “We’re paying for this?”
“Of course not!” Villain assured, then corrected, “You’re paying for this.”
Obviously, Hero had not bothered to read the fine print on the contract they signed.
They begrudgingly made their way to the ticket building across the street, mumbling something about ‘touristicification’ and good-old-fashion private waterways. Hero returned with a tube on each arm. One a cool blue, the other a neon pink.
Villain reached for the blue, but was swatted away by Hero not-so-gently flinging the pink tube at him.
Villain scowled, but inwardly he may have smiled.
Hero didn’t need to know that, though.
They took a step towards the water access before Hero’s voice interrupted them.
“We’re not leaving until you put on sunscreen.”
“I didn’t bring any-
“I did!”
Villain was interrupted by the taste of banana boat entering his open mouth as Hero sprayed him down with SPF.
Villain spit, gagging from the bitter aerosol assault.
Thouroghly protected from the sun, courtesy of the now-smiling Hero, Villain and Hero began their trek towards the put-in point. Halfway there, Villain stopped, searching for something he didn’t seem to find in Hero’s hands.
“Where’s the stick?” He asked, and Hero rolled their eyes.
“I was not paying five dollars for a stick. We can scavenge for one if it’s that important.”
Villain begrudgingly continued on. They made their way down to the water, wading out across the rocky river bed to an acceptable distance before falling gracefully boarding the tubes.
Just like that, they were off.
Their inter-tubes had been linked together by a nylon strap, so they floated in tandem. At first it was leisurely, feet hanging in the water and heads tilted back to gaze up at the tree canopy. That was, until, a sudden jerk had them stuck in place.
Their first obstacle.
A rock.
“You’re stuck!” Hero yelped, looking over at Villain, affronted at him for ruining the peaceful moment.
“No you’re stuck!”
Hero scoffed. They both looked around into the water, trying to locate the source of their sudden loss of momentum. Hero rocked to no avail, legitimizing their claim that this debacle was not their fault. Villain refused to move, so the hero grabbed the connecting strap.
Hero yanked hard, and the tubes spun free of the rock and caught the current again.
“I told you we needed sticks.”
“You didn’t even help!”
Hero leaned back, staring at the clear sky once again. Until Villain saw fit to once again ruin the moment.
“I think this journey is deserving of a soundtrack,” he spoke.
They pulled out a speaker from who-knows-where. In true villainous fashion, they pressed play at the highest volume, subjecting the entire river to their playlist.
“~I know, you wanted me to stay~”
“What is this?” Hero asked.
Villain gasped.
“You’ve never heard Pink Pony Club?!”
“Never heard what now?”
The villain didn’t answer, letting the singer answer for herself.
“~I’m gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club~”
“Is that the kind of club I think it is?! This is not appropriate-“
“If you want to hear not appropriate…” the villain cursed, and the Hero’s jaw dropped open, but he wasn’t looking at them.
“Villain!”
Villain snapped his mouth shut as he caught Hero’s gaze and saw the child floating by. He blushed at the glare shot to him by the kid’s guardian, who paddled them both by as quickly as possible.
“I see why you needed someone obligated to come with you. Clearly no one would do this willingly,” Hero stated, much to the chagrin of their tethered partner.
“Oh come on, its not that bad,”
“It’s not, you are.”
Ice cold water cascaded in drops over the Hero. They froze, then turned slowly to face the grinning villain.
He just splashed them. Like a toddler.
Taking the high road, they decided not to strike back, lest they be reduced to the low, low level of their criminal companion.
When Villain failed to get the reaction he wanted, he did it again, this time drenching the entirety of Hero’s lap.
Hero’s mouth gaped.
“Ugh, could it get more hot out?” Villain complained.
“Need I remind you this was your idea?”
“I’m melting, Hero.”
Hero saw the opportunity and took it. They wedged their feet under his tube and lifted up, flipping the inflatable with Villain still inside it. They never saw it coming, and thus were successfully dumped into the pocket of deeper water.
When Villain surfaced, they cut Hero a deadly glare.
“That wasn’t very heroic of you,” they said, pushing back their now-soaked hair.
Hero shrugged.
“You said you were hot. I just saved you from a heat stroke.”
Unfortunately for Hero, some retaliation was in order.
Another large(and several small) splashes later, and they were both overboard.
Both looking like seals trying to scale an iceberg, they eventually managed to climb back into their floatation devices.
All was calm, for all of five seconds.
A crescendo of a rushing sound alerted the pair that they were approaching a rapid.
Ahead, an outcropping of rocks bifurcated their path. On either side, a small cascade prevented smooth travel forward. Hero gestured to the widest side, and his companion nodded.
“I’m going down first,” Villain asserted, aggressively paddling one handed towards the right side of the river.
Hero startled as the angle of the tubes shifted as they were pulled towards the miniature waterfall.
“I don’t wanna go backwards!” They screeched.
In a panic, Hero unbuckled the tether between them.
No longer connected, Hero’s tube passed Villain’s by, following their chosen path smoothly.
Hero looked back to find Villain farther behind them than they should have been.
Unmoving.
They were stuck.
“Wiggle!” Hero called.
The villain managed a vague side to side movement.
“That’s not wiggling!” Hero yelled, exasperated. They were quickly approaching a bend, and they had to crane their neck back to catch sight of the villain.
“This IS wiggling!” They defended.
“THEN WIGGLE HARDER!”
Soon the Hero was out of sight, and Villain had to make the ego-crushing decision to leave his tube to try and displace it off the rock.
Hero only knew he had fallen flat on his face instead when the neon pink tube floated by, its occupant conspicuously absent.
A ridiculously long time later:
The two enemies crawled out of the river, collapsing side by side onto the bank.
One package of bandaids and several towels later, they spoke,
“We should do this again sometime.”
“Never.”
; wait no I feel the need to clarify I have not stuck worms to my ears. I mean these things:
; ID: a rainbow wriggler fidget toy. There is one in it's packaging and another out of it posed around the packaging, it's googly eyes are looking towards you :end ID
; like look !! They're so cool and my ears feel like the embodiment of cool rn ( ignore how fucked up the right one is. I was using that as a fidget before I turned it into earrings ☹️ )
; ID: an image of a white person with dark brown hair. He's looking towards the camera and smiling with their mouth closed. On both their ears is rainbow wrigglers that have been coiled by him and turned into earrings, the right one is significantly more scraggly than the left one and is missing an eye. :end ID
; I've achieved peak funkiness and have surpassed god as I've js successfully stuck worms to my ears.
I tried my best to include as many as possible but its difficult with only 12 options
reblog with your pronouns :3 im curious