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nebula-drcams · 3 months
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@triggerbigger asked: ❛ don't bully me, i'll cry. ❜ (for raith (dw, he won't))
🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 || Accepting
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" I don't need to bully you, that look alone does the job for me. "
   Looking over his entire outfit in sheer disgust, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't green. And that hat, oh good gods that hat. An actual atrocity. He looked like he was trying far too hard to be flashy, terrible business practice if you ask her, and she should know considering she's a top model for her father's fashion company. 
" You need to go find someone to get you a better wardrobe, darling, because you look like you've got into a fight with a tree with all that green you've got on you. "
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bikmui · 9 months
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.@triggerbigger dares request their majesty's presence
And then they were.
Divine amidst the impure; herald of all that was and all that would be; herald of death and war and the deepest depths of the ocean arrived to devour.
Yet here, too, was a land devoid of life. Neither human nor animal; neither tree nor sea remained - and what use was such a place to one such as they, who sought to rule; to devour those who dared step before their path and not bow their head?
Yet nonetheless they found their interest piqued. For if not they, then who would dare such a tremendous, blasphemous thing? And though they would not even glance upon such a person (if indeed, there was such a person), then perhaps-
-Ah, but such frivolous thoughts were not worthy for one so brilliant. For naught - not even the sun - shone half so bright.
Finding themselves upon a mortal child did their royal brow raise. For mortals were naught but shit upon the earth (a realm most inglorious; with mortals aplenty and nothing worth their divine gaze).
Perhaps a joke; or perhaps naught but the incredulous thoughts of the divine given form did they say:
"Do you claim to be king of this land so barren?"
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sliding-into-space · 2 months
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What is Coop's fondest childhood memory?
Weirdly, getting to go to discardia with his mom. It was their secret and a time that was just him getting to spend time with her. She was always so patient and would stop and show him how things worked, how to fix them, or tell him stories about different sites and Earth. Discardia would sometimes have Earth trash slip through, giving Coop a bizarre selection of Earth knowledge that sometimes wasn't always correct. Because of those visits, he was able to know enough about discardia to hide there and survive for years, something he still credits to his mom, Rosie.
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sailingtempest · 5 months
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{Starter from s.c. for: @triggerbigger}
❝Soooo, how was your day going?❞ An awkward smile tugging at the corner of Teresa's lips. One hand gently in the feathers of an emu and the other hand holding a milkshake. One of the few times she will ever drink something like this. Her gaze settling onto the unfamiliar face, not expecting anyone to turn around the corner and see her trying to get the big bird back into the building.
It's not that she stole the bird or anything, though it may come off as such. It's more along the lines the emu decided to escape, but would anyone believe her if she explained that?
Even more that these are one of the few times she managed to come back to Earth. It so happened to be the day things turned sideways for her.
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troublewithvampires · 5 months
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@triggerbigger said: "That was amazing." (LKFDSJAKJDF SORRY… SORRY FOR THIS ONE 🫣)
(in bed - open)
"Jesus, you're still fuckin' awake?" Salvatore grumbled, his upper lip peeling back in a sneer. "Thought you would'a passed out already." Part of him was a little impressed by the Onceler's stamina, he had to admit. Most of the humans Sal fucked passed out after the second round, yet this jackass was still going fine. It was admirable, really.
That didn't mean he found the Onceler any less of an annoyance, though. Sal was sure that nothing would change that at this point.
Before the other man had started to stir, Salvatore had already slipped out of bed, pulling his slacks on and preparing to leave. Unfortunately, before he could finish buttoning his shirt, the Onceler had recovered his voice. Salvatore sighed, turning his head to look at the floozy still sprawled across the hotel bed.
The Onceler looked like a mess. Covered in sweat and bruises, lips swollen, runny makeup still drying on his cheeks. As much as Salvatore hated the other man, he couldn't quite stop the warm flickers of approval deep in his gut as he looked at his own handiwork. Yeah, the Onceler looked like a fucking mess, but he looked good like that.
Despite that, the Onceler had a shit-eating smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes as he looked back at Sal. That expression was enough to have the vampire rolling his eyes, but he soon was smirking back.
"I think I like you better like this," Sal said cheerfully. "You're much less annoyin' when you've been fucked half to death. 'Course, it'd be better if you could shut your fuckin' trap for five goddamn minutes." He knew the insult wasn't going to land, but he hardly cared at this point.
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seeasunset · 3 months
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Hardy Winds with: @triggerbigger
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lay it on me. i love bad news.
How can Vasco break the news to the Onceler?
After all, the admiral told Vasco to break the news with him. The two men been working well with one another on business terms. So, it is up to Vasco to break the news or not. One way or another, it will come out and no one will be happy.
With a small sigh, Vasco folded his gloved hands on the table in front of him. His eyes briefly closing before snapping open, making steady eye contact with the other man.
❝Your contact has to be renewed soon, but there might be an increase in the prices. I have no doubts you have no problem in payment, but I'm unsure how well you will react to such things.❞
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bornchaos · 3 months
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@triggerbigger 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 : [ SWEET ]: the sender and receiver enjoy an evening of baking treats together, again, to varying degrees of success. ——— ( DELETED MEME ⟋ REST IN PISS )
❛ god - sonuva shit ❜ coraline recoils backwards when the oven door opened , smoke tumbling out in a thick grey cloud dense enough to destroy the military bases radar . face turning away sharply as it makes contacts with eyes ; vision blur , sharp stinging as eyes squeeze shut in retaliation , fighting to get some relief . through the sharp pain that's felt in the back of head , there's an annoyance that pulls at chest , why was it always this step ? putting together the ingredients , easy . mixing it , fun - it's when she gets to steal the mixtures with the eagerness of a toddler cooking with grandma - though actually having to cook the thing ? impossible . coraline was beginning to think it's a myth , the oven isn't actually a tool that works &. the world is playing a prank on her .
for a brief moment , coraline feels guilt - that one of the few jobs onceler trusted her with had , literally , gone up in flames . though it's short lived as she remembers telling him anything that involving food was a weakness - used to servers &. take out , never having to step foot into the kitchen herself , this was giving her more of an incentive to actually learn . . . in the future , right now , she wanted nothing more than to order &. forget about the disaster she's made of this .
❛ smoke alarm - smoke alarm , you're taller you can - ❜ she winces , the alarm beeping to life with a horrendous sound ; ear drums piercing against the noise ❛ NEVERMIND - ❜
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companypride · 6 months
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@triggerbigger continued from here
"Okay, first of all--you think I don't know who you are?" Rhys gestured at all of that. The Onceler was pretty distinct. "The kind of scandals your company's been in? I mean, the environmental concerns alone..."
Rhys ticked off the strike against him on his fingers. "It's exactly the kind of thing Atlas doesn't need to get involved with. I'm trying to build consumer trust, here. We're recently revived from the dead. We can't afford to get off on the wrong foot with the general public."
Before it was Rhys's company, Atlas was burned to the ground by a combination of Vault Hunters and Hyperion. When Rhys came into ownership of Atlas and its assets, he brought it back to life and made a name for himself. The new Atlas revitalized Promethea, the formerly-slum-filled city-planet that contained Atlas's headquarters, and made it the cool hip place to be. And he did it all by trying being different from the other corporations, to do the right thing with his power. He was a pretty cool guy. If you asked him. Which nobody ever did. But would it kill someone to ask, every once in awhile?
"Yeah, I don't need to hear your excuses for the corporate espionage. You're a competitor caught wandering around Atlas property. You can get out, though. Before I have to call security and make a whole scandal about it."
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studies-of-the-soul · 11 months
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If someone told Sumire that she had a mental illness, how would she react? / What if a close friend suggested it? / What if a professional made an official diagnosis? / What if a close friend or relative of hers was given the diagnosis instead?
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🎀 I personally headcanon Sumire suffering from depression, anxiety and C-PTSD. I have experienced all three of those and she fits the general symptoms and behaviors.
🎀 While I believe that Maruki is incompetent as a therapist/counselor, I do believe that he told her these things before changing her cognition. Both of them recognized the symptoms and that there’s a problem here, but they didn’t deal with it properly. Why struggle with grief and low self esteem when you can just pretend to be perfect? /s
🎀 Given everything that happened with Maruki, Sumire would be unlikely to visit another psychiatrist or therapist for a while after the events of Royal. Most likely she will turn to Joker, Akechi or the other Phantom Thieves when she’s struggling with her emotions or mental health.
🎀 I feel like Futaba or Haru would be the most likely to help her move on from grief and feeling like she’s not good enough. I’d also like Joker and Akechi to be really supportive/protective in their own ways.
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gas-stxtion · 1 year
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@triggerbigger said: “I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance.” (for tony :3c
(and every time we touch- [open])
Tony barely registers the words at first, as out of it as he is from all the painkillers being pumped into his system. When he does, though, he smiles, wide and goofy and hopelessly charmed, at the Onceler. In this state, he can't be anything but completely and genuinely excited to see the man he loves before him.
His arms are heavy at his sides, but he lifts one, slowly and awkwardly, to try and grab the Onceler's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
"Awww," he says, "thanks, sweetheart. Means... means a lot." Who knew getting shot four times was all it took for the Onceler to come see him after their fight the other night? The thought makes him giggle, then wince as the laughter pulls at the fresh stitches on his body. He takes a deep breath and grits his teeth, silently grateful for the painkillers reducing the pain to a dull throb.
"'ll be okay," he continues, not sure who he's trying to reassure. "Jus' gotta stay here 'til 'm all patched up." He knows from experience that bullet wounds take time to recover from, especially considering where he was shot. Three times in the back, one time in the head. All things considered, he's incredibly, unbelievably lucky to be both alive and not paralyzed.
Which only means that they'll be back. Now that the agency knows for sure that he's alive, if they find out that Agent Rosco hadn't killed him, they'll send someone else. He fucked up big time, and there's no going back.
Not that any of that occurs to Tony right now. Instead, all he can think about is how happy he is to see the Onceler sitting by his hospital bed. He decides that he needs to make that clear, and he beams at the Onceler until his face hurts.
"'m really happy to see ya'," he says. He means to say more, but the words don't come, and instead he just keeps grinning as he stares at the Onceler, drinking in every detail of his appearance.
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bornfiighter · 10 months
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◜⠀  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲      𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂  ﹗
𝓖𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 🙵. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 , 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁͟𝖺͟𝗍͟ ͟𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎͟ ͟𝗅͟𝗂͟𝗄͟𝖾 . 🙵. 𝓕𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 🙵. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽'𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 , 𝐡𝖔𝖜 𝐦𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝐝𝖔 𝐲𝖔𝖚 𝐰𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝐢𝖙 ?
@triggerbigger 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 .
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nebula-drcams · 3 months
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@triggerbigger asked: “In my defense, it wasn’t supposed to make you throw up.” (for nimue, from the love potion meme, only it's not a love potion, he just hasn't cooked for himself in a while LKFDJSKJDF)
Love Potion Starters || VERY Selectively Accepting
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   This is what she gets for helping some stranger. Well okay, maybe he wasn't a stranger considering his business or whatever so his face was practically everywhere. Still, it's not like she was really doing anything else at the moment. However, it soon becomes regret when she finds herself doubled over a trashcan to make sure she doesn't suddenly throw up all over the floor. 
   After a few moments of her trying to regain her composure admist the gagging, she finally stands up and turns to him with the most exhausted look on her face. Was that even food to begin with? She should've trusted her gut instincts and said no when he asked her to try it. 
" That's not cooking, have you been eating like this? Or do you just like grabbing random people and tricking them so you can attempt to inflict them with food poisoning? "
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sliding-into-space · 1 year
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When he was a child, what did Coop want to be when he grew up?
E V E R Y T H I N G.
Coop went with his mother all over Cyberspace and was an extremely extroverted child before he mellowed out later in life. He was always exploring and meeting new people! One day, you'd ask him what he wanted to be, and he'd say a knight because he had just been on Happily Ever After. The next day, he would claim that being a DJ was his future because he was going to party with the pack on Castleblanca. He even wanted to be some Earth jobs from different ads and garbage he'd find on discardia while helping his mother find useful parts for repairs.
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sailingtempest · 4 months
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Access Granted: @triggerbigger
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as if we needed more reasons to avoid touching things in here. (for vetra)
❝As much as I risk my neck here and there, I don't want to die in the most stupidest way ever. Plus, not my place to touch things that I have no desire to take.❞ Unless it's for smuggling purposes, but that is a bit behind her at the moment. Vetra is too focus on helping out the Tempest crew. Specifically Ryder. And to have some stranger in her company for another reason in here didn't bring in pleasant thoughts. It could be numerous things.
❝Now, let's make haste before something else wish to activate on its own and take us out next. Hate to see what kind of death could be mine.❞ Her eyes - from behind the visor covering them - swept over the - now - dead body. A laser coming in and out rather quickly. Luckily, the two weren't anywhere near the poor guy to get hit as well.
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troublewithvampires · 8 months
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@triggerbigger said: 👁
(get some thoughts on your muses - open)
"I think the Onceler is an annoying jackass," Salvatore says with a sneer, the tips of his fangs just barely visible between his parted lips. "A snobby big shot who thinks he's hot shit. He doesn't like me, and I don't like him either--I think both of us would be perfectly happy if we never saw each other again."
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Salvatore pauses for a moment, taking a drag of his cigarette. "... But, well, annoying as he is, he's fun to talk to sometimes. Guess that's why I keep talkin' to him. I know it ain't nice to keep freakin' him out with the whole..." He gestures vaguely to himself, to the pointed ears and eerie red eyes that are plainly visible now. "But, well, I don't give much of a shit." It's half honest, at least.
The Onceler might not know that Salvatore is a vampire, as far as Salvatore is aware, but he knows the other man has realized by now that something is deeply wrong with him. And he also knows that it scares him. And unfortunately for the Onceler...
"I guess it's cathartic," Salvatore muses. "That's the word, I think. It's fuckin' cathartic to have someone flinchin' away from me, afraid I'm gonna rip 'em apart if they look at me wrong. Even if I ain't gonna do it, at least someone knows I could. At least I still have that goin' for me... I can still scare the shit out of some pansy-ass billionaire." Saying it out loud makes Salvatore register how much that's not worth being proud of, but he doesn't voice that thought.
"But, well," he says with a shrug, "yeah, if nothin' else, he's alright to talk to now sometimes. Occasionally."
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seeasunset · 1 year
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Transmission received from: @triggerbigger
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“  don’t look at me like that.  ”
❝Like what exactly? You have to be more clear on that.❞
There's slight wrinkles within his forehead as his eyebrows met in the middle. Out of confusion, of course. More than annoyance. A rather different look than what the two men is usually seen wearing whenever they are in the same room with each other. While Vasco could say the look he has is out of annoyance at what the Onceler said or a calm look, the other man probably meant a different expression. One that the captain had to go through his brain to think of.
Did he make a face he was unaware of? Or perhaps he did make a face, but it wasn't aimed at the other?
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