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gazelessmenagerie · 2 years

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(more thoughts beneath the cut.)

( ..and that’s not touching on my ideas for broly’s power don’t align to other folks ideas sfnalsnfknflkjg tbh i think he can totally square up to a lotta things. the main reason why i just have not want to really ‘fight’ hard is bc he totally can beat tf outta so many things so its more of a ‘ I dont need to express my energy too much ‘ deal with him. but thats not to say he wont use his brawn for threats and follow them up when he doesnt get his way. He has the capability to destroy the universe if he wants to and no i will not be persuaded that he is anything less than that. But you know.. its hard to find food if he destroys everything. )

( im not saying he’s invincible but he sure as fuck isn’t meant to be a pushover and I try hard to juggle that with him not murdering muses but keeping his animosity and hella threatening aura as close as I feasibly can. )

( putting into perspective that amount of raw power is both fascinating and yet so infuriating bc his entire reason to NOT do that is bc ‘ lol fuck you dad. I’m living my own life........................ ............................... that I’m figuring out. ‘ and thats it. afldsjg its not a bad reason in my view, his inactivity or lack of ‘ambtion’ is part of his journey to figure out what it is he wants bc he never had the chance to think about it till now. What does Broly want? What COULD he want...? He has all the power he could ever have. He has free reign to do was he wish but he’s got things to work out on his own. ruling an empire is nothing new, he’s been worshipped, he’s killed, he’s destroyed. what good would starting another empire do for him than to give him some luxuries he finds temporary use for until he gets bored. Living out in that desert has been something of a strange conundrum in a way..

He could totally take over earth, make people worship him but what will he do after..? he doesn’t... necessarily have the ability to Rule as a king would. He knows the basic order but to keep it running is different bc that was Paragus’ entire shtick in a sense. Broly was just the means to enforce those rules when he was under control. On his own.. I dont think Broly would honestly care too much. He’d want food, be decorated in lavish things but he’ll grow bored of it on the eventual.

Now living out on the harsh lands. thats where he feels more at home. Facing down tooth and claw, testing his strength against the elements and beasts of varying kinds. It just feels more natural to him as much as it is lounging around doing nothing and enjoying the sun and wide open air. Just... so many small components come into play and they totally go ignored or they aren’t “noticed” by him or anyone unless someone pays really close attention to the way he acts and reacts to things.

as it was Pointed out before.. ‘ he’s never honest with himself ‘ and that just drives such a hard fucking stake in my heart bc its true. for all the power he has, he just... denies something in him that’s as equally in part of him as it is his rage and power. and yes this is totally me inserting my HC on Legendary Saiyans if I haven’t yelled about it enough. I just.. .really enjoy duality and opposing natures being at war with one another. Its just that survival specifically favored one side over the other but the diminished side has never left.. its just dormant but it resides still. Its just.. really good and such a fun little thing when I get to write on those rare moments he finds himself at a certain loss with his own feelings. )

( of course this goes without saying he wont ever show that to just anyone. anldfsjg just. i cannot stress how fucking hard it is to get through his shell. but the more people he meets and cares for, the worse he’ll be off bc his paranoia will be off the charts and it’s going to cause him to lose control over himself. As great as his power is, it comes with a heavy toll bc he never learned to control his own power and manage it beyond getting overwhelmed with power and outright Needing to expel the excess energy in a violent burst before he tears himself apart from the inside. To reach that equilibrium within during his Legendary state.. just.. whoo man. he’s got.. some good reason why he doesn’t always go Legendary both bc there’s a pretty good chance he won’t remember what he did during that state and the immense amount of strain it puts on him physically and mentally afterwards. )

( afnlsdjf which.. idk, i’d like to explore somehow if he would be willing to learn how to control his own Legendary power, i think that’d be fun but also so aggravating bc he’s stubborn and it’s gonna take months for him to get anywhere.. but he’d be better for it in some way. Not ceasing being a menace but at least he won’t destroy the earth in a fit of jealousy or outrage (possibly) )

( just.. anfalsdjg idk man.. I see and write a lot of facets for this bastard that really only get to show when he’s observed long enough but lmfao he doesn’t let people in that close on a usual basis. I just want him to have a better life at time and other times I just want him to drive himself up the wall with his senseless self destructive habits bc he just doesn’t know better than what was instilled to him and what his power does to him if he lets it take over. )

( he doesn’t know how lonely he is in truth or how much pain and sorrow he has beneath all the anger. again.. lots of feels anflsjg but jfc thats my tedtalk on like a tired and anxious brain. apologies if this made no sense bc i sure as fuck didnt proofread it and I wrote whatever came to mind. )

#|| Tag: OOC #|| Character Study: {Broly}#( ...i guess this is just Kuro spills out his thoughts bc Hw broke him and he has no brain at all to write but still has Thoughts(tm)#( lowkey thoughts. im tired and i want to sleep but i dont want to go to class anflsfklgjkjg )#( i think just the stress of getting assigned not only 2 thigns due tomorrow and its a shitload of questions. )#( but also having some mock-interview thigns to prepare for really got me over my usual threshold so )#( idk thsi is just how I try to deal with it bc stupid space gorilla is my fucking blorbo )#( and thinking about him kinda helps. now if only he can do my hw or at least blow it up. i'd be forever grateful )#( BUT ANYWAY. back to my thoughts. )#( tbh I think he shouldn't have been killed by the sun in the second movie anflsdjfsjg )#( bastard survived a exploding planet as a baby. can't really tell me he won't be strong enough to face the goddamn sun fully grown. )#( bUT AGAIN. plot reasons. anflanflkajg )#( Not really like.. /complaining/ just kinda splurging out thoughts bc trying to measure anything in this godforsaken fandom over power lvls #( is just a fucking nightmare and I dont wanna deal with that. )#( i just go by what my thoughts feel bc its my blog and I get to dictate how I want to make my interpretation of broly. )#( not to say i wouldn't be opposed to just plotting it out???? cause fuck man. I'm not here to try and overpower everyone )#( I just want a good story/rp experience as opposed to fighting over who's stronger or whatever db fans do typically. )#( idk AGAIN. TIRED BRAIN IS JUST TIRED AND SPLURging. anway thx for my tedtalk. )

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bigdumbbird · 2 years

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was invited to play in a new campaign by a friend thus I must introduce my newest bastard

#this man is such a bastard but he means well #me being autistic: i can make a character that is SO autistic #this man has no filter and plays a lil fast and loose with his morals when in combat with specifically goblins #dnd oc art #dnd character #dungeons and dragons #dnd art #ive never played a half elf or a fighter im very excited!!#hes both strong and sneaky/hard to hit #its gonna be an interesting combo #esp since the other characters are a human sorcerer whose rlly charismatic #a human paladin who follows rhe god of peace/balance #and a half orc barbarian who doesnt know who she is! has no memories!!#also im playing with rlly big improv/rp ppl im very excited #we're doing #the lost mines of phandelver #my art <3 #digital art #krita

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babygirl-riley · 7 months

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My Peace

“You took my hand, added a plan, you gave me your heart.”

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Warnings: smut, blood, violance, swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of torture

You sighed as Simon sucked the side of your neck. Biting down hard as he rolled his hips in you. You felt his hard cock lay against your thigh. His hand trail down your leg gripping the meaty part of your thigh. His hand will run up to you stomach holding it there for a moment. “Fuck y/n, what have you done to me?” He whispered, grunting as he felt his cock rub against you.

You giggled that lead into a long sigh as he played with your panties. You were soaked, you knew it just from him moaning loudly. He slipped his hand down your panties and inhaled deeply. “Christ my love,” He mumbled dipping a finger into your cunt. “Fucking soaked.”

“Just for you Simon.”

You opened your eyes once more as the man in front of you carved the knife into your arm. You had to be in your safe space, your safe space being him. Simon. It was hours of the man torturing you. Water boarding, cutting, cigarette burning, he even started to break your fingers. You knew your ribs were shattered. Blood seeping through your nose and wounds they made.

The bastards didn’t let off for more than 10 minutes. Making sure to scare you and try to get you to give the information. Instead of focusing on here you thought of Simon. The last private moment you had with him. Yes it was sex however, it was the best moment you could think of. You also thought about the way he would softly chuckle when you tried to make jokes. The way he would stare at you. You had to disassociate yourself from being tortured. You had to think of your peaceful place.

It happened fast, you were retreating back to the LZ with civilians but it was too late. “Bravo this is Bravo 9-0 we are surrounded! You gotta take off!” You yelled as the solider that stayed with you shot back to the enemy.

“What? No we are comin’ to ya!” Ghost yelled back.

You shook your head, shooting back as the solider covered to reload. “Negative! I repeat negative! You have to get out of here!” You yelled again. When you turned your head, RPG came into view. “Fuck! RP…” Then black.

You kissed Simon as he lined up his cock into you. Pressing against your entrance. “I love you.” You whispered holding his cheek.

At first Simon was shocked, at first you thought he was going to zip up and leave. Then he crashed his lips into you pushing fully in. You gasped at the feeling, his cock ripping you open in the most painful satisfying feeling. He slowly pulled out to slam back in. Simon’s breathing was becoming more pants as he picked up more. Grabbing every part he could reach, loving how you would wrap around him. Hold him near you. feeling your heartbeat thump harder. Faster.

You jolted awake, your head bobbing forward. “There ya are.” You glared up, softly. You knew that voice. Your body shivered. Simon.

“Simon.” You whispered as you felt the restrictions become weakened.

Simon held your cheeks as Soap broke the ropes and chains. “It’s me baby girl,” He tried lifting your face to look at him. “Open your eyes.”

You sighed and tried to but to close them back. “It’s,” You moaned as you felt him shift you. “Ow.”

Simon looked over at Soap. “Let’s get her out of here, take point.”

“Fucking hell y/n,” He whispered into your neck. “You feel…fuck…You feel amazing.” He bucked harder into you as you held onto him gasping from the contact. You gasped louder as he started to go faster feeling your pussy clench around him. His mind buzzing with nothing but pleasure.

How did he deserve her? Have her say those fucking pretty words? He couldn’t be loved? He couldn’t love? Yet here he is, feeling his heart flutter anytime you laugh, look at him, talk, moan, cry. He loved being around you. Being close to you. Never in his life has he felt this way especially with a solider that worked beside him.

He grunted loudly as he hit that one spot you craved. “Si fuck right there don’t stop please pleeease!” You cried clinging onto him for dear life. Seeing stars as he kept pounding into that spot over and over. Your body on fire.

“Price we are losin her!” You heard Simon yell as the movements of what you think a car.

Your body felt like it was burning all over. You groaned anytime someone put pressure on anything. You opened your eyes at some points seeing Simon, his eyes panicked, his hands bloody. You wanted to reach for him to tell him you are okay.

You didn’t even remember how you got into the medical bed. Simon next to you holding your hand. “Si.”

“I’m right here, I’m never gonna leave,” He struggled saying anything feeling his spine tingle his skin flaming. God how you made him feel was out of this world. He wanted to say something more. Give you more. Feel you more. He didn’t know how to. He moaned loudly. “Fuck my good girl taking me all in.”

You gasped as you looked up at him. His brown eyes piercing into you, his jaw clenched anytime you clenched around his cock. His mouth slightly parted letting out huffs and pants. This is what you lived for, him, all of him. Ghost to Simon. Simon to Ghost. Didn’t matter to you. He was your love. Your peace. “I’m all yours. I’m all yours. No one else.” You reached up to place your hands on his cheeks as you felt that band start to snap.

Simon placed his forehead against yours as his hips started to stutter. “Oh fuck,” He growled gripping your hips hard. “That feels…Oh god.” He mumbled as his pace was brutal.

You could hear both of your juices mixing in together. Both of your sweat sticking to one another. Both of you just intertwined. “Cum for me Si! Please please! Pump me with your cum!” You whined, moaning loudly choking back a sob.

Simon slammed his lips into yours, swallowing both yours and his moans. His body shook as he came hard inside your pussy, having you moan softly. He kept pumping until he couldn’t move. Simon moved his lips to your neck kissing softly. “Stay here.” Simon asked holding you closer.

“Y/n,” He whispered gripping your hand. His eyes roaming everywhere, his stare was like you were not real as if he just believed someone telling him that you were here. “Ya here.”

You smiled holding his hand tight as you could. “I’m here love.”

You could tell it was Simon, his eyes soft, maybe fear in them. “I…we almost lost ya.” He whispered looking away.

You frowned. “But you didn’t.”

Simon grunted in agreement, nodding his head softly. It was quiet for a moment. “I love you,” Your heart froze and your skin warmed. He turned to face you. “I love ya so much that I was afraid of losing ya.”

Your eyes started to tear up. “I know. I know Si,” You reached more of him. He followed your actions, as you moved over he laid next to you. At first he was cautious but then laid down fully. “Stay here Simon. Hold me so you know you didn’t loose me.”

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capt-mactavish · 1 year

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Provoke

little ficlet I wrote while I should have been writing my other one, while I should have been writing my RP, while I should have been working around the house on my day off. Enjoy!

Warning: Explicit!! 18+, minors DNI

Warnings for: gratuitous sex

Bottom John “Soap” MacTavish x Top Male Reader

“Fuck, Johnny, look atchu,” you speak in a hushed whisper, almost in reverence.

Johnny turns his head to look at himself in the mirror of the vanity you have him pinned up against. His mouth hangs open as he pants gently, fogging up the glass. And quiet, breathy moans leave his throat on every snap of your hips. His face is dusted pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears and down his neck, disappearing underneath the hem of his shirt.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” you coo, leaning over him, caging him in as you plant your arms on either side of him on the countertop.

The man beneath you shivers as your breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, and your lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

“Cheeky bastard,” Johnny huffs, wearing a smile of his own as your eyes meet in the reflection. “You’re way too into this.”

“Would you prefer it if I stopped?” You offer, slowing your thrusts and leaning back up as if to step away.

“Stop and I’ll gut you,” Johnny growls, whipping his head around to face you and gripping the shoulder strap of your tactical vest in a tight fist.

“As you wish,” you concede, picking the pace back up, exaggeratedly rolling your hips.

“Don’t think- ah- you could if you… wanted to, anyway,” Johnny says with a growing smirk, turning back to face the mirror, his eyes once more catching yours in the reflection.

“You’re probably right,” you growl, dropping your head down to press your forehead against the back of Johnny’s shoulder. “You feel so good.”

Johnny chuckles and reaches back to you, curling his fingers into your hair.

“Knew you’d be into this,” he says in a prideful tone. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You think back to just moments before. When you had been so fed up with the Sergeant’s constant teasing, on route to- and the entire duration of- the mission, you had finally had enough and snapped.

Grabbing Johnny by the shoulder, you had shoved him into the dingy bathroom and shut the door behind you. The Sergeant stumbled back and watched you advance on him with wide eyes like a predator stalking its prey.

But still, a smile graced his lips, heart thumping in anticipation as to how you would finish what he started.

Forcefully, you spun the man around to face the mirror, then slammed him down onto the countertop, pinning him there with his hands behind his back.

“You fucking tease,” You had hissed, rutting your hips forward into Johnny’s backside, letting him feel the hard length of your cock, his doing, straining against the front of your pants.

“Come on, big boy,” he goaded, looking at you over his shoulder. He pressed his ass back enticingly against your crotch and smirked when you sucked in a sharp breath, “You know you want to fuck me.”

Unfortunately, and much to your annoyance, he had been right. Evidenced even further by the fact that you were now buried balls deep inside him, in the middle of a mission, in a dirty bathroom, with the rest of your team who knows where.

“We could still get caught,” you warn, moving your head to brush your lips against the side of his neck.

“And would ye stop if we were?” Johnny challenges. He’s got a cocky look on his face, along with that stupid, pretty smile of his.

You don’t answer, knowing the answer is probably, most definitely, no.

Johnny feels too good around your cock, and looks too pretty all flushed and panting. It didn’t matter who could come through that bathroom door right now and see you. Let them watch for all you care, you weren’t stopping for anyone.

All you can do is growl and reach an arm around Johnny’s front, pulling him back against your chest as your thrusts become harder.

“Kinky fucker,” Johnny teases.

And you hate that he’s right. Again. That you wouldn’t mind one bit. Might even enjoy it. At least whoever it was would know for damn sure that Johnny is yours.

“Don’t... worry about it,” the Sergeant says, trying to reassure you. “The building… is clear and the rest of the team… is nowhere near here, nobody-”

“Soap, this is Ghost, how copy?”

You freeze, stilling yourself for just a moment. You can feel Johnny having become just as rigid beneath you.

Again, your eyes meet in the mirror and you swear you can see a bit of color draining from Johnny’s face.

“Soap?”

You smile mischievously at Johnny before slowly starting to fuck him again, and you tilt your head to whisper directly into his ear.

“Go on, Johnny, answer him.”

Another shiver rolls down Johnny’s spine. His eyes are wide, you can tell he’s reluctant. He looks like he’s about to refuse when Ghost’s voice comes over the comms again, a bit more urgency in his tone now.

“Johnny, how copy?”

The arm still around Johnny’s front reaches down to his comm unit and presses down on the PTT button, all while holding eye contact with him in the mirror as you fuck him from behind.

Johnny swallows thickly before speaking, “Th-this is Soap. I… I copy, L.t.”

“‘Bought time, Sergeant. What’s your twenty?”

Just as Johnny gets ready to respond, your next thrust comes hard and fast. It tears a groan out of his throat just as you press down on the button, forcing him to bite down on his lip in order to try and cut himself off.

“Johnny, you alright?” comes Ghost’s voice.

Obviously he hadn’t stopped himself in time, and he glares at you in the reflection. Though his expression doesn’t hold any weight, and looks more pleading instead.

“Y-yes sir, -ah- just… just finishing… the sweep, sir.” he huffs between thrusts.

“Sergeant, what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Ghost asks, a bit of concern starting to seep in.

You're starting to move faster, and Johnny preemptively grabs your wrist, holding your thumb off the button of the comm as he lets himself moan loudly. His eyes are closed in pure bliss and he leans forward and lets his forehead prop against the glass.

What a pretty sight, seeing him so undone. It fills you with pride, and the grin on your face says it all.

Once he lets go, you retract your hand, giving him control back over the PTT. He fumbles his fingers over it for a moment, jostled by your sharp thrusts, but finally finds the button and presses it down.

“N-no, sir… ‘M fine. Just… finishing up here.. -AH!”

Johnny keens as the hand that was once pressing his PTT was now underneath his shirt pinching his nipple. Though, you think he had managed to release the button before crying out this time. Lucky little shit.

There’s a long silence over the radio, and you wonder if Ghost is buying it. You certainly wouldn’t if you were him.

Johnny also seems doubtful, glancing at you in the mirror with eyes full of uncertainty and a hand covering his mouth.

“Copy,” comes Ghost, finally, though with a suspicious bit of resignation in his tone. “Evac is on route, ETA 5 minutes. Get your arses over here.”

“Yes, sir,” Johnny pipes, letting go of the comm and slamming his hand down firmly on the countertop.

“Dirty bastard, I’ll get you back for that!” he exclaims, glaring at you over his shoulder.

You only grin, your fingers curl into the short mohawk and yank his head back as your other hand digs into the exposed flesh of his hip.

“I look forward to it, sweetheart,” you say, and any more words Johnny had wanted to say die on his tongue as your thrusts turn brutal, fucking him relentlessly.

Johnny mewls obscenely, bracing his hands up against the mirror as you fuck him into it. His mouth hangs open, letting every lewd and wanton sound he can possibly make fall off his tongue freely.

If only he was still on comms now, you think to yourself, imagining everyone hearing everything you’re doing to him.

Glancing down between your bodies and letting go of his hair briefly, you pull your shirt up, wanting an unobstructed view of your cock disappearing into Johnny’s eager hole.

You can see him watching you in the mirror, watery eyes taking in your bare skin. And you watch as he reaches down in between himself and the vanity and starts to stroke himself to the rhythm of your thrusts.

“That’s it baby, you take my cock so well,” you praise, running a hand up his back underneath his shirt. “Such a good boy.”

“Oh fuck!” Johnny blurts out, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin. He’s looking at you in the mirror, his glassy eyes pleading with you yet again. His strokes start to become erratic, hand shaking. “‘M close!”

“Yeah? Ya gonna come, baby? Go on, sweetheart, come for me,” you speak, and as if waiting for your permission, he does.

Johnny comes, and you can tell he’s never came quite so hard before. The sound that tears itself from his throat is absolutely filthy and he looks surprised at himself for having it in him to make. His legs quiver and shake, and you think they’d probably give out if you didn’t have him in an iron grip.

As he comes down moments later, his top half slumps against the countertop, whimpering with oversensitivity as you still plow mercilessly into him.

“Good boy. So fucking good for me, baby,” you growl through gritted teeth, feeling yourself nearing the edge. “‘M gonna come, sweetheart. God fucking dammit you feel so good. Fuck!”

The sound Johnny makes is somewhere between a sob and a moan and it’s what finally tips you over the edge. You slam into him one final time, pressing yourself in as far as you possibly can as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You groan, deep and guttural, and your cock spasms as you coat his insides with your thick seed. Your hands are sure to leave bruises on his hips with the way you’re gripping them.

A moment passes where you are content to stay like this forever, buried inside Johnny with no care for the outside world and its responsibilities. But as you feel yourself softening, and your senses return to you, you become aware of time passing once more and pull out.

Stepping back, however, you allow yourself a moment to watch in satisfaction as your cum drips out of Johnny’s ass onto the floor or runs down the inside of his thighs.

You hum contentedly, burning the sight into your memory for a rainy day.

Johnny is still whimpering softly, and you can see he still has his leaking cock in his hand.

“Alright, there, MacTavish?” you ask, pulling your pants back up and rearranging your gear.

He only nods, and you smirk triumphantly before swatting a hand across his bare ass.

“Careful what you wish for, Johnny boy,” you say gruffly. You then grab your discarded gun by the door before opening it and walking out.

You can tell you’re a little late to the evac helo by the angry, irritated eyes Ghost was giving the two of you.

“Everything alright, you two?” He asks, eyeing Johnny as you let him climb in first.

“Yes, sir,” Johnny responds, avoiding his gaze, as well as the others, and taking his seat quickly.

Ghosts' eyes fall on you and you flash him a devilish smile.

“Just peachy, sir,” you say, and you swear Ghosts eyes narrow just slightly before you, too, board the helo.

You take a seat opposite Johnny, and smirk as Ghost takes the seat next to him. You can’t wait to watch him squirm in his seat the whole way back with the Lieutenant's eyes on him and an ass full of your cum.

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 8 months

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(Open Rp) "Godly Love"

A Long time Ago in the Small town of Middleton, where the times Of a Lovely Kitsunes romantic relationships Went Down Hill on the Marriage with Her "Soon-to-be" Ex-husband name Ronald Stoppable. It Started By When Ron Change his attitude Since After Marriage, Saphira notice his change..and all her money, jewelery and her clothes went missing...She got really Suspicious on Rons behavior..He never Show up at the hospital when she got into the accident, he stood her Out on the romantic dinner date after Saphira made a reservation...and of course..the death of her 4 beloved children..who died mysteriously..until...He Shows up at the "Wake" party..all dressed in color..and Saw the illegal Pill bottles came out of the pocket and landed on the floor..and she knew he did this..but he wasn't alone..She saw her friend Kim and her arch Bully bonnie...until One day on they're 2 year anniversary, Saphira saw ron and Kim on the dance Floor kissing together..and then..Saphira stormed at him and said.

Saphira: "RONALD STOPPABLE!!" Ron froze as he sees His Angry Wife..Holding a frying pan with rage look on her face..and she taps her foot. Ron:"Saph, this isn't what it looks like!"

Saph: "It is What it looks like ronald, Don't you dare lied to me! Do you have any idea what day it is!?" Ron: "umm..it's thursday?" Then SMACK! She hits ron with a frying pan..and she did the same thing with kim and Bonnie at the same time.. Saph:"NO!, It's Our Anniversary! and You! cheated on me!..Now..I'm going to divorce you..and sue you for Petty thieft!..and i'll have you charge of murder of my babies!..Your going to pay.."You" i mean YOU! And Those two Sluts are going to pay me For Everything YOU Stole from me!..and oh yea..I told your family and those two as well...See ya in court Stoppable! Cause when I'm Done with ya, I'm moving away and never come back..so i can start fresh in my life!" Then..day later..Divorce Is official..Ron, Kim, and Bonnie was charge of murder and has to pay Saphira 50,000$ for damages each..and 40,000$ For Murdering her 4 precious angels..and requested to be Castrated and sterile..to make sure no kids exist in this world...So after the Divorce and rewarded..saphira began to Move away from middleton and Start a New life in the Island of Nantucket, Home of the Greatest god Of them all..He's the Sun god.....She sees the statue of him...Which is saphira was pretty interested in this place...So Saphira got herself a Nice Big house on the hill...She was so happy that she lives in the luxury life near the sea..But in few weeks..she was heartbroken and felt betrayed..She looked back in the past..knowing that she was betrayed by the ones she loves the most...She sighs softly in sorrows..5 weeks had passed..Saphira looked at this god and said" well...if you had someone who loves you..that means your a lucky bastard...but me..*Sighs*...i got betrayed...2 years of my marriage was just a Sham...nothing but a big fat Sham..oh i wish i had someone like you..*Scoff*..your a one lucky bastard..." She gets up and sighs...next day..Saphira was sitting on the bolder alone..until...One handsome man..came to her..his hair is blue..and his bod was well built..when she sees him..her face turns pink and he said...

#Open rp #Romance #drama #God au

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the-kipsabian · 6 months

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#chris brookes #ddt pro #ddt wrestling #ddtedit #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #my beloved #idiot bastard giraffe man #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

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enderwoah · 1 year

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jimmy solidarity is so intrinsically mind-meltingly confusing i love him dearly and i want to squish him with a passion and i want him to win (or lose) the next life series installment and here is why

(this is a very long insanity fuelled rant sorry but if you too are obsessed with jimmy solidarity and the concept of him actually not being pathetic and possibly winning heres the post for you)

jimmy solidarity is the kind of guy that literally has one gimmick and its being the most pathetic person on every server he has the pleasure of being on. he is the wet cat of a man that gets bullied and taken advantage of and nobody listens to him when he complains or objects to anything and yet not once has he truly gotten angry about it because hes just that nice of a guy. sort of.

cause i dont know about yall, but jimmy solidarity is kind of a bastard to me?? i will never forget him swindling joey out of 50% of his gunpowder profits (u think that wasnt swindling?? consider the following: he was earning NOTHING before joey started doing gunpowder on his own. NOTHING. and yet all he had to do was go over and put on his little sad pitiful pathetic song and dance and beg for a cut of joey's profits and suddenly: whats that? a net profit?) i will never forget the sheer amount of times this guy has had to hold himself back from straight up killing or aattacking someone; not because of morals or kindness or goodwill, but out of spite. but out of "i need to be better than this person it hurts them more if i dont kill them in cold blood (in my head)." i will never forget the amount of times he has just straight up punched someone in the nose (/rp) because they were being mildly annoying in the middle of a conversation.

im not saying hes a mastermind thats manipulating everyone by acting lame but also just a little bit?? minus the manipulation part?? hes proven on multiple occassions that he isnt like stupid idiot baby man. like yeah he can be a little incompetent sometimes but so can scar and by now we have ALL recognised that scar is terrifying and could raze the server by himself if he so pleased. i think if jimmy solidarity's main bit wasnt 'its funny when my friends bully me' he could genuinely cause some serious damage. i think the one time hes like ever made a trap on his own in the life series (the one in his doorway in last life) it worked flawlessly which. like. a trap. in the life series. working flawlessly. hello. sure it was basic but the fact that it worked without a hitch should alone be a testament to his ability

and if thats too obscure for u i mean we can step out of the life series for a little bit and just direct you to the fact that he isnt bad at minecraft like at all?? if u havent had the pleasure of watching his dodgebolt 1v3 i really reccomend it because youd THINK that someone bad at minecraft would be trembling in his boots and being in a total panic in that situation. hell even someone AMAZING at minecraft in that position (grian) literally sounded on the verge of throwing up for his entire time and thats FAIR. thats NORMAL.

all i am saying is that jimmy solidarity rolled up to this 1v3, said 'ive got this,' and took out two people in literally a second and a half. and then just chill-ly said 'ive got this' again. the only time he sounded mildly panicked was when tommy was making him dodge for a ridiculously long amount of time. as soon as tommy missed twice- or, rather, as soon as he dodged tommy's bolts twice, mine brother in craft took one shot after like five seconds and it was over. every SINGLE time i decide to watch a jimmy mcc pov im sitting there like. 'damn. DAMN?? JIMMY SOLIDARITY???? POPPING OFF???????" at like more than one point every single time. there are so many other places that hes demonstrated that he isnt bad at minecraft but its late/early and my memory doesnt work like it used to

which brings me back to the life series. since we all know that his 'being bullied hahaheeheehoohoo' bit is a bit (and hey. its a good bit. im not saying its a bad bit. i think its funny and i think it gets even funnier when jim starts fighting back. if youre gonna have a long-lasting gimmick thats a good one and jimmy does a swell job at making it entertaining and also making it clear that it isnt serious) this means that he can un-bit it for a bit. or at least peel away the bit a little.

im just saying jimmy solidarity has huge bastard energy and hes allowed to let it free in the life series!! he will burn things down he will cheer at traps he will fight for his friends he wil fight tooth and nail and claw for his life (he started last life with two lives. he never got any more. he only died due to a trap and due to murder like COME ON). if he wanted to burn down a base he could if he wanted to set up a huge trap PERSONALLY i think he could hell i think if he went up to someone in 1v1 combat he would at least have a chance (depending on the person of course). i mean look at his dodgebolt performance all the man needs is a bow and some distance and hes APPARENTLY set for life!!

ill say it

if jimmy solidarity played it smart, he could win the life series. easily.

jimmy is good at making alliances with people (coughs and kicks the southlands betrayal underneath the rug Ignore That One he was Desperate he started off with two lives remember honestly it was a justified move) hes a litlte bit silly stupid and oft acts impulsively but he can direct that impulsivity against one person and for another. if he got himself in a squad like he did in 3rd and last life and stopped playing up the pathetic bit and set a trap for once in his life (/endeared) he could actually get himself some kills. some Real kills, not accidentally blowing up ren and skizz with tnt.

i dont even care how he does it. i just want him to win. and if he doesnt win, i want him to come top five at LEAST before getting horrifically stabbed in the back by someone he had been running with for the whole series that is the ONLY loss i will accept and still be happy about. the man deserves a girlboss moment please we're approaching two years let the man LIVE

#will be making another post expanding upon him winning #i need to get out ALL of my brainrot #all of it #but first i needed to rant without direction #thank you #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #life series #3rd life #last life #double life #last life jimmy #trafficblr #grian #yippee

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