A good name is my fame
Now it's genuine it's the new trend that Emerges from the deepest place in the center of an intensifying tremor that rises and passes throughout the voice box that serves as a filter For a rhyme as special as a wild animal trying to express a good rhyme to TOBI. And today I heard it everywhere I went. No, I'm not delusional. It's an English grammar as the perfect personification of the beautiful wild animals that allude to a flawless rhyme to those letters T O V I please let me give you all an example. Walking in front of me I see a nice couple about to pass me and suddenly I heard the lady's voice say Trobi. What was that I heard well perhaps odds than a full house group of people stood on my path and while I came to pass they gave this girl the respect to say... shhiitt !!! right at this moment rn someone passed and said: I want tombi ?!?! I'm trying to digest is this phenomenon and I can't because it's too big for my size. Even though I know that the vast majority are haters I'm to bend on my knee and thank all the haters to say it, it is they who spreading it way way faster than any pandemic. Covid nothing doesn't even allow to play in send box of a public old and abandoned park. I'm too small to receive such an honor, I'm hiding shy and humble, blushing. It's funny that if it were an election then I wouldn't sleep at night to have time to fulfill my wishes to those who put me up against my request but is it for good things I'm the first to volunteer to do good for everyone and leave a mark for generations to come, Love, Love is the desire to do more for the neighbor than I want for myself Take the money from me give it to the whole. And leaving me with my good name is enough because a good name is better than any cognac x al or whiskey royal salute or patron platinum your name always walks ahead, in front of you again thanks to all the haters to come with such a brilliant. And much applause 👏
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I have the general rule that I just, don't let myself give a shit about other people's dumbass opinions but I have one pet peeve that I just. Can Not let go of. and it's posts that go
How to write [Minority Group]!
Step 1: Make sure all your characters are exactly like me the op, or are exactly what I like to see in media.
Aside: Anything else is impossible, unrealistic, bigoted and you'll go to hell forever.
Step 2: They also have to use the exact language I do to describe themselves btw, no matter the time period or setting. See the above aside for further explanation.
Step 3: you should never ever even think about the actual mechanics of what makes a trope problematic in its impact in the real world. J ust memorize this list of things that should be banned in all fiction (for being problematic because I don't like them/someone else I agree with said they should be banned)
Step 4: Nuances in identity don't exist <3
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First Impression: “omg those are some cool colors i’ll follow”
Current: i’ve been inspired to put make an OC and will scream internally whenever new holy pyre drops,,, and gamaliel is gender
IT IS AN HONOR!! gamaliel suffers
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❝ i’ll be keeping my eye on you. ❞ c:
Somehow these words never stopped holding a sweet sentiment, normally used by companions who found themselves bringing security with their gaze.
Just like Makima.
...Right?
Rare is the feeling that he ever actively tried putting a lens on the way he's being watched. Where those spirals that bordered on hypnotic rings didn't move, but some part of his soul swore they did, as if there was a strange, acidic friction that tried to actively work against him letting his heart bring higher definition to this link that settles between them. Despite how much it'd be very, very welcomed in this world that finds itself victimized by the boundless gluttonous of devils.
And not just by their powers that bordered to conceptual and heights of stellar destruction, but by elements of humanity that danced in depravity alongside them. As one of the newest 'Honorary' recruits to being a devil hunter, Sora couldn't bother to give it much thought while in the process. Makima's guidance on the matter have certainly led him to what could easily be considered monstrosities, lethal powers that needed to be stopped unless blood was spilled.
So what in the hell was this feeling!? It always found itself roaming during the dreary aftermaths, where little hope was salvaged. In this case, here they remain in territory being melted away from a devil's influence, allowing hellish looking wreckage to distort back to normalcy, letting it be metallic ruins burned from the forces of light and the crushing truths of high strength and physics.
A price felt like it was always being made.
"Heh.. Pretty high faith at work again?" The words hardly hold the usual pomp a better day would drag in. As they remain by a shattered elevator, gouged sections of skyscraper, alongside a rainy backdrop allowing them to drink in the water laden air that barely spritz onto the nearly destroyed walkway they remain upon.
Even now, that sensation of her eyes being focused, it never leaves him. Whether it was her means of expressing joy. Whether it was her method of exacting professionalism by her banner, Sora felt as if he'd never truly know.
The Keyblade's power has once more shown heights that felt more like a gambit than the actual fight. Sora's ability to manipulate time, to even deal with matters of space instantaneously moving, to even offsetting a void in the making. Compared to their first meeting where modest potential could handle the job.
Similar to these droplets, the truth finds itself joyously cascading, never enjoying to hide to begin with.
Within that same moment, his eyes find their focus, daring to peer in that bottomless brightness with sky lit irises. The mystical weapon settled in the hero's firm grip begins to fade, dispelling contently in motes of light that begin to dance to the heavens.
"...I think you're missing a better view if a lot of that attention is concentrated on me. Don't you think?"
Isn't the condition of this city finding better days supposed to remain the primary goal? As highly heartfelt he likes to perceive that very notion.
Sora has come to realize that the people within this job dance to a certain insanity. Now what exactly could that say about him?
@makimavellic
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Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Fushicho Marco | Phoenix Marco/Portgas D. Ace/Sabo
Chapter 8 Summary: He thinks of him as like the sun, bright, untouchable and he is so vulnerable.
Chapter Warnings: character/s (children; heavily implied) in peril, forced sedation, nonconsensual touching (not sexual in nature, it’s just unwanted touching), Marshall Teach being gross and weird and I mean really gross, bombing of innocents, nuclear testing on innocents, character death, graphic description of life threatening wounds, wound care
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