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luciferpanini · 2 years

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Just want to say I love your AU so much, my brain just goes brrr. The idea of swap!rui being just some guy in wxs reminds me of back to canon when mizuki was supposed to be the "happy" one in nijio. Now the idea of swap!rui struggling internally but never admitting it to swap!wxs and swap!mizuki trying to help him hurts me.

also drop swap!mizurui dynamic pls

angst ppl are insane!! /pos

i think swap!rui's role in wxs is sorta similar to canon!tsukasa as in, yeah sure, he's a tsukkomi but he's definitely not the designated sane person in the group (the award goes to mizuki).

weeeh yeah swap!rui feeling like he doesn't quite belong in wxs but he can't bring it up to mizuki because they were the one who pushed him to join in the first place and he doesn't want to disappoint them. (emu and rui heart-to-heart? it's more likely than you'd think!!)

mm mizurui dynamic my t4t besties adore them!!

Mizuki is Rui's self-proclaimed assistant/agent who makes his show costume and polices his postures and designs.

Mizuki pushed Rui to join wxs and soon regretted their choices when he ended up constantly clashing with Mafuyu. /lh

Mizuki is part of the Rui self-care committee.

Rui and Mizuki lend Mafuemu their Kamikou uniforms so those two trespassers can finally enter stealth mode.

Mizuki starts going to school more often for wxs' Kamikou takeover- i mean practice.

"Rui, you need your sparkles!" "I think the sparkles are quite enough, Mizuki-kun-" "WRONG!"

Yes, Mizukirobo, yes, it has cat ears.

Um this:

I hope this makes sense!!

#project sekai #sekai swap au #luci art #lore ramble #mizuki akiyama #rui kamishiro #mafuyu cameo #emu cameo #luci fridge #/pos

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nmzuka · 3 years

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Just wanted to say that your ocs are super cute and can't wait to read more about them 💖 you have an awesome unique style, have a great day!

Weeeh thank you anon~ it makes me happy to hear people enjoy them.

I really should share more about them here

I really appreciate it tho anon thanks again I hope you have a great day too!

#zuka replies #just like general ramblings #I'm always open to questions about them if people want to ask stuff haha

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ckret2 · 5 years

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Ghidorah prompts! climbing a mountain, first flights, passing requirements, annnd “Dancing Queen” by ABBA

EDIT: I’ve tried to insert a read more half a dozen times. I’ve tried on both mobile and desktop, in both the normal text editor and HTML mode. Tumblr refuses to let me. I apologize for the length.

Edit 2: What’s up it’s three months later and not only will tumblr still not let me insert a read more, it also deleted the text from the original ask when I tried to edit the post. Lucky for tumblr I predicted it would do that and copy/pasted the ask! Tumblr’s a shit show.

Did you want angst? You’re getting angst. Backstory angst. With climbing a mountain + first flights. Although not impossible, it’d be pretty hard to write angst to “Dancing Queen.” I’ve been trying to hammer out my personal Ghidorah backstory headcanons, so this gave me a good opportunity to test them out.

I see Showa’s “Ghidorah is a terrible space invader who compulsively destroys planets and keeps getting mind-controlled by aliens” and Heisei’s “Ghidorah is an experiment fusing together three adorable empathic dragon-kittens whose original purpose was being loving pets” and I raise you a “why don’t we have both?” Ghidorah is basically three 500-foot-tall kittens at this point in history so they’re less RAAAH and more weeeh.

I’m… probably not taking new King Ghidorah fic prompts at this point, due to the fact that I’ve got six asks and five replies with prompts. … Unless you’ve got one you’ve really really really gotta share. EDIT: And, of course, I always take fic prompts via ko-fi, hint hint.

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STAND UP AND TRY AGAIN

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They flap twice, dragging their massive body into the air, feet lifting off the peak of the artificial mountain for the first time that day; but they feel far too large for this, and their balance is wrong, and as they try to stabilize themselves somebody takes control that he shouldn’t have. Their wings pump out of sync. They crash into the mountain and tumble to the ground.

The starry black sky and cold white dust spin dizzily around their faces. Shards of gold in their peripheral visions clatter around, like a kaleidoscope made from their own body. They shut their eyes, one head at a time, waiting for the spinning to stop.

A voice in their head commands, GET UP, and they are powerless not to obey. PATHETIC! CLIMB BACK UP AND TRY AGAIN.

Only one of them opens his eyes. It’s easier that way, without three different views tangling together, making the landscape throb like a migraine.

Slowly, they roll back over. Moving their body is like three different people trying to control the same marionette, each reaching out to grab a string and tug on a knee or a wrist or hip or neck, without any practice or instructions. Usually, one of them will grab hold of a muscle, tense it a moment to make sure no one else is trying to use it at the same time, and only then gradually move it. It’s slow going. A day where they do nothing but stand upright and raise their wings can leave them sore and exhausted from moving so slowly and holding their muscles so tightly.

Just standing isn’t good enough today. FASTER! Their masters think they should be better at this—better at everything—by now. They feel their masters’ forced patience turn to frustration and disappointment more and more frequently. They try to move faster.

One claims control of one wing. One claims the other. One controls one leg. Maybe like this? Take one big piece, instead of a single muscle, and focus only on that. Take turns. Crawl uphill jerkily. One leg, uncontrolled, is dragging; one of them takes control of both that leg and a wing, alternating between them. He loses their rhythm, they try to lift both wings at the same time, and their long necks and heads flop into the mountainside.

White dust puffs up and settles on their scales.

They consider staying there.

GET BACK UP!

They get back up.

It’s easier with one of them controlling both legs and the others sharing the wings.

They miss being small. They miss being separate. They miss living inside. They miss having pillows. They miss cooked food. They miss short necks. They miss when their heads didn’t throb and their muscles didn’t ache. They miss when their minds were their own. They miss walking and flying and moving without having to think about it. They miss when the masters and owners around them sometimes felt happy, instead of angry and frustrated and burning with a long simmering wrath. They miss their owner, who would pet them and smile at them and love them.

They’re at the top of the mountain.

AGAIN. STAY STRAIGHT THIS TIME. The master feels irritated already, already convinced they’re going to fail. As if it’s so easy! How would all of them like being stitched into a three-headed monster and yelled at to do a hand stand?

Their burst of rage synchronizes them. Their wings spread wide and slam down. It’s the hardest they’ve ever flapped. They shoot into the air. Dust devils twirl down the mountainside.

They feel the masters’ fear.

Their anger pounds in their throats like a heartbeat, and each time it pounds they flap again, lifting higher, straining through the thin atmosphere toward the stars, like they can escape to another world…

The anger drains away.

They crash back down to the mountain.

It takes a long time before the dust settles and they can again see the artificial white hill with its glimmering black windows where the masters are watching. The masters’ fear is giving way to excitement, amazement, joy.

They think it felt better when the masters were afraid.

That thought scares them. They don’t know which one of them the thought comes from. That scares them even more.

But the masters are happy now. They have accomplished their given task and are exhausted by the effort. Maybe they’re done for the day, now that the masters are happy? Maybe they can go home at last, curl up on the ground between the fences, and sleep?

THIS TIME, TRY GLIDING.

Their heads droop.

But they’ll try to obey. They have no choice.

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Comments/reblogs are welcome! Check the “source” link below for my masterlist of Ghidorah-centric and Rodorah fics, as well as my AO3 and Ko-fi links.

#ghidorah #king ghidorah #godzilla #fanfic #my writing #soundwavereporting #ask

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lxttlew0men · 5 years

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College Update

I passed my second dream school!!! and here’s a thing or two I learned about having dream schools and trying to achieve it.

1. You want it but you don’t need it and sometimes you just don’t understand the underlying reason why the universe is not giving it to you and what the universe have up on its sleeves. I was rooting for both my dream school and my second dream school during the CETs season. My dream school is the University of the Philippines and the second one is the Polytechnic University of the Philippines. I admit I did not really studied hard for the UPCAT compared to the PUPCET and PLMAT, and I was not focused upon taking it for I have so many things on my plate during the UPCAT season--org duties, shs duties, family duties, personal issues and at the time I was also preoccupied with different schools I needed to apply in and requesting needed requirements so needless to say, I have got no time to study for it. But I prayed hard apparently, not hard enough since I did not passed and I tried using the Law of Attraction to manifest it spoilers didn’t work since I was not focused enough. But I didn’t mope about it that much though I cried one time then that’s it. I moved on. Second was the PUPCET, I did better on this one though. I know I could’ve given more but the time constraints have only limited me to such for I am busy with my SHS graduation and all that jazz but I was for sure I worked freakin hard for this, this was my sure bet. I worked harder and prayed even harder and I focused on this more. The only thinking I have whilst on the process was this is all or nothing unfortunately the exam was harder than the UPCAT but hey I passed. I was so grateful, I was so happy to see my result yesterday, I was so joyful and full of hopes and praises. Yes you don’t always get what you want but there’s always a reason behind it, I have realized now what the reason behind my not passing the UPCAT is and what matters now is I am very happy. But, you see there will always be buts, and here comes the second thing I learn about it

2. People will rain on your parade. They will always do that. So as I was saying, I was really happy and jumpy about it because I know it to myself that I deserved it, I know that I studied hard for it but people will always step on it. So initially when I posted it, I got all those congratulatory responses and all that until this one friend of mine, sent a “weeeh :---(” you see, that’s just bad, just because you feel bad for yourself does not mean you get to rain on other people’s parade especially if that person is your friend, ya’ll have to be happy for them and wish the best for them, if you didn’t passed and feel bad about yourself keep it to yourself or atleast let them celebrate first for a day and then tell them. You see I’m really sad and pissed because I have never experienced this when I was still in junior high school, 2 of my senior high school friends have done this to me just because they feel bad about themselves and I was sad for a moment and felt bad that maybe I shouldn’t have posted it, but later on I was pissed because I deserved it and my family needs to know about it and my real friends needs to know about it so they can celebrate with me. And ya’ll I never said anything about it yesterday, I contained it all yesterday since I was letting my self savor the moment and I just snapped. All in all what I’m just trying to say is, WORK HARD FOR YOUR DREAMS AND SCREW OTHERS BECAUSE LIONS DON’T CONCERN THEMSELVES WITH THE OPINIONS OF SHEEP ya all hear me? PLEASE DO NOT FEEL BAD ABOUT YOUR SUCCESS JUST BECAUSE OTHERS ARE SAD ABOUT IT DO NOT DO THE SAME MISTAKE I DID. Do well on your entrance exams incoming college students just drop me a message if you all want some reviewers :)

#studyblrph #UPCAT #PUPCET #PLMAT #filipinostudyblr #RoadToCets #Cets #PUP #iska #PUPstudyblr #studyblr #studyblrcommunity #studyblrnewbie #studyspo #longpost #entranceexams #college entrance test #personal

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kcrtanakid-a · 6 years

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He hadn’t lost everything though, as he would soon find out. After all, just as quickly as hope had been snuffed out, he had been retrieved, and Thunder had miraculously returned to him. HIROKO had retrieved his gear, and one of Silver’s packmates had rescued his team ... HIS TEAM.

“ I WANT TO SEE MY TEAM. ” He has not seen his pokemon -- his family -- in over three weeks now. Kubo reaches for their pokeballs as soon as they are offered to him, feeling a slow swell of pressure and nervousness gather in his chest. The boy huffs. They needed fresh air, but for some reason, he was ANXIOUS. How happy would they be to see him? Would they be disappointed? Would they be sad?

Thankfully his answer comes immediately as they are released. PIKAKE is the first one to come out: he stretches his legs and shakes his body, almost as if his icy skin had gathered dust while inside. No sooner than when the AMAURA opens his bright blue eyes does he immediately cry out in excitement.

“ WEEEH! WEEEY -- ! ”

Kubo has braced himself a little too late, for the ice-type literally charges into him, bowling him over. “ GAH -- ! ” The boy yelps as he his knocked onto his back by his amaura in its excitement. Pikake has shoved his head up against Kubo’s chest, nuzzling it fondly. Two others immediately greet him.

“ SCY - THAAA ! ” His SCYTHER calmly places his elbow on his trainer’s shoulder, as though welcoming back an old friend.

“ Miiii ... ” Nonchalant, his infant CHINGLING. floats and gently places herself on top of his head, appearing completely oblivious to the otherwise heartfelt moment.

NAMI emerges from her own ball, just behind the growing pile of pokemon and trainer. Shifting so that the others witnessing had the opportunity to move away from her massive girth, the LAPRAS sticks her head into the middle of the group, bringing the boy close and nuzzling him with just as much affection as PIKAKE did. “ Ruuu ... ”

BETWEEN ALL THIS, Kubo starts laughing. Genuinely laughing, something he had not done since he was first taking away. He’s laughing so much that he can’t complain about the fact that Pikake was on his chest, and that he couldn’t get up and that he was being swarmed by his own team. He flails as his amaura begins to lick his face. The only one who does not approach immediately is AKIO.

As soon as Pikake finally gets off, Kubo sits up, using his arms to hold back the gleeful ice-type. Then, he spies his closest friend: the loyal fire-type, the cyndaquil-now-turned-QUILAVA, staring back at him anxiously. The sight strikes worry and guilt back into his heart.

𝖭𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖡𝖸, 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖢𝖸𝖭𝖣𝖠𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖫 𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖲. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 -- 𝖠𝗄𝗂𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖪𝗎𝖻𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖤 -- 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗄𝗂𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒! 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌! 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣, 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖮𝖱, 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖱! 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾! 𝖪𝗎𝖻𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾! 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗍 -- 𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 -- 𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖲. ‘ 𝖨 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 ... 𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖳 𝖧𝖨𝖬! 𝖨 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱! ’ 𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖮 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖽 -- 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱. “ 𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖨𝖫 -- ” “ -- 𝖫𝖠𝖵𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖠! ” 𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖡𝖸 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖠 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱, 𝖠𝗄𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑨!

... AND YET, HE HAD STILL FAILED.

“ AKIO, C’MERE ... ” Kubo calls to his most loyal companion, his first pokemon. Even as he does his mind cannot suppress the recent memories that flashed in his head -- Akio evolving rapidly to defend his partner. Visions of the quilava being flung into the cabinets and sent crashing down violently onto the floor. He couldn’t help but imagine how much more hurt Akio would have been had he not acted quickly to return him to his pokeball.

Akio had evolved for Kubo, before he was ready. The REGRET that surged through him. “ It’s okay, AKIO ... I’m okay. Please, come here ... ” His voice quivers.

THE QUILAVA HESITATES. He has heard his master’s pleas, yet for some reason something stopped him. Was it his own guilt and shame? Did he believe that he was not worthy of such attention, when he had failed to protect his master with newfound strength? I’M STILL SO WEAK. It wasn’t until he heard the soft shivering of Kubo’s voice, that the fire-type finally reacted. The sight of warm tears on his master’s face briefly breaks through the barrier constructed by guilt.

“ RAAVA! ” Akio himself shakes, and feeling his own dose of warm, salty tears well up in his eyes before he bounds for his closest companion, shoving his head in the crook of Kubo’s neck. Kubo holds him and squeezes him in a tight hug, burying his face into evergreen fur.

“ AKIO! Oh, forgive me, AKIO ... you evolved for me ... I’m so sorry, you weren’t ready yet, I’m so, so sorry ... ” He manages to hold back sobs, a bittersweetness lingering over the entire party. “ Please forgive me, I almost thought I would never see you again ... ”

The remnants of his family linger close by his side. Mother and Gabu were gone, but he still had THEM.

AS SILENCE WASHES OVER THE BROKEN FAMILY, THE MOON TABLET BEGINS TO GLOW ...

#ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ʷᵉ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ ( EVENT | THE MOON RISES )#ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ( IC )

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