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hsrmtbrm · 3 months

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OKAY SO, I have a hyperfixation on pokemon again, so YOUR HEADCANNONS WHAT KIND OF POKEMON WOULD HASHITOBI HAVE >:33

AA I NEVER PREPARED FOR THIS QUESTION I GOTTA DO RESEARCH

uh uhm before research i think tobirama would have oshawott as a starter. they just fit. and hed keep that baby as his best friend 5ever.

and hashirama starter would be snivy. an EXTRA sassy snivy. his bbg. shed smack him with her tail when he was being stupid.

ok ok research time

Tobirama:

Vaporeon - originally this was a joke but the more i thought about it the more i thought it fit. probably evolved on accident. tobirama had a water stone necklace given to him by his late mother. he interpreted the eevee's accidental evolution as a sign. he named her Tsubaki to honor his mother.

Marshadow - sneaky bastard latched on to his shadow when he was visiting the nara for a diplomatic meeting. he didn't notice until two weeks later when he discovered they were the cause of his reoccurring nightmares. lil guy just liked his moves too much. named "Shika" in honor of the nara.

Gyarados - tobirama loves fish of course he'd love fish pokemon too. probably found it as a kid and kept it as a pet until he was given his first pokemon. when he realized he could battle with it he jumped at the chance. its name is Koi.

Samurott-Hisui - not the original oshawott that he started with, but one that he found in a mission to hisui. his original oshawott fucking died. killed by his dad as a punishment for failure. he refuses to give it a name out of fear of growing too attached to it.

Lycanroc-Midnight - gifted to him by his aunt on his birthday, originally just as a rockruff. he didn't mean for her to evolve into her midnight form. wrong place wrong time type deal. he takes her with him on missions with more bloodshed. Laika.

Zoroark-Hisui - also found on his mission to hisui, as a freshly "reborn" zorua. would have killed him if it werent for his lycanroc. they exhausted themselves half to death fighting, and tobirama decided to take pity on the poor thing despite its attempts to end him. it grew attached and refused to leave him alone, so he gave in and caught it. it named itself Rust.

Hashirama:

Sawsbuck - nature deer. what can i say. it fits. he raised it from a fawn after its mother was shot. her name is Bambi because i SAID SO.

Serperior - his 1st pokemon! he loves her soooo much (reminds him of his brother) haha uhh who said that. anyway she sleeps on top of his face at night like a cat. it wakes him up in the middle of the night. he still calls her Snivy despite the fact that she's evolved twice. she doesn't care

Torterra - "Torterra's large and clean shell supports the lives of many small Pokémon, which occasionally gather and build their nests upon the shell. Some are even born and spend their entire lives there." konohagakure parallel. even though his other pokemon can't fit on its shell anymore, they still like to curl up on top of it.

Swampert - mudkip itama found when he was tiny, and asked hashirama to heal. hashirama kept it for itama's memory.

Virizion - smthn smthn fights against humans for pokemon. symbolism? hashirama just attracts legendary pokemon.

Zarude - healing monkey :3 an old man that got abandoned by his pack after sustaining an injury they couldn't heal. hashirama took him in and nursed him back to health, even though he got fucked up from all the biting and yowling in the process. he doesn't fight, even though he wants to.

#.txt #i wrote tobirama's second so its longer #is this anything

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starshine-selfships · 3 years

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Okay!! I wanna do some timelining n stuff to talk about pouf, I've mentioned some stuff before but I wanna make a formal post about it

Heads up, not just for major ch.imera a.nt arc spoilers, but also for uhhhh discussion of war, the aftermath of war, mentions of death, and trauma. I'm not going super hard on the discussion, but it's all gonna be brought up so proceed with caution if any of that's an issue!

Alright so, the Lore tl;dr is:

Unstable man + War Is Hell is not a good combo at all and he flat out refuses to address anything that went wrong, even with how he felt before everything fell apart. Post-war he's doing even worse and has flat out just given up, until he ends up meeting someone who's also moving through some wild rough patches who helps him put one foot in front of the other in a sort of mutual recovery type of way.

If you wanna see some specifics then you're in luck bc I've also got a 7 paragraph long version of info regarding canon events and the eventual segway into what this blog's mostly about 👀, let's go:

We're operating on a post-war "no one dies" timeline lmao. For the uninitiated, this arc builds into a small scale war between ants and humanity bc ants wanna replace humans as the dominant species and there's a little too much death involved for anyone to feel comfortable about it; amongst other things that happen, this continues to escalate until the detonation of a nuclear bomb with a rose shaped cloud (that detail is a surprise tool that will help us later). Long arc, lots of gray morality, lots of discussion of what really makes you human, etc etc.

Pouf himself is a royal guard protecting a king alongside two other guards/siblings (he's the middle child U_U); as the arc progresses he becomes more and more attached to his own personal idea of what the king should be and it looks increasingly more like self destructive devotion as well as unbelievable homoeroticism, just a small man with a big crush and self worth issues as he bases his own personal value on his ability to effectively serve his king. You can already see how this just doesn't work 😔. Pouf + his younger brother actually witness the bomb detonation and immediately head to ground zero to find their king at the brink of death, but he does end up surviving until the effects of radiation poisoning start kicking in.

Backtracking a bit, the king keeps talking to a human and he learns that maybe not every single person is terrible, something that really distresses pouf bc That's Not How It's Supposed To Work. Post bomb, pouf kinda learns that he doesn't have a lot of time left after seeing his brother dead in the dirt and starts actively trying to kill this person out of sheer desperation, tl;dr he can't do it, he feels like he's failed his singular purpose in life, the king he loved and admired literally turned his back on him and walked away, and then the poisoning FINALLY actually kills pouf, we get one last shot of him laying in the dirt, covered in his own blood and tears.

Wow, that's kinda heavy, let's back that up a bit 👀

The ants were pretty sturdy, and the bomb itself canonically carried poison, not specifically radiation, but poison, and that's the detail I'm hinging all this on. Strategic human retreat after one of the most powerful explosives in existence doesn't do the job, maybe some kind of "if you don't do anything then we won't do anything" truce or smthn; the oldest guard had their own things going on outside the bomb, but they also manage to get through their ordeal. There's some ant casualties, a few ants even worked for the opposite side, but the guards and their king make it out alive, albeit in varying amounts of pain as they all wait for the poison to eventually purge itself.

No one is okay after this, no one brings it up, but all the guards are noticeably jumpy and quiet after the war. Pouf wasn't doing so well before it, afterwards he's a mess. The king can pretty easily hold his own in a fight and spends more time without his guards, starts spending more time that one person that made him realize why life is special. Pouf barely sees his king (read: the most important person in his life) anymore and spends every day after the war inconsolable. He feels like a complete failure with a shattered heart. If he cried a lot before, at this point it's rare to see him without tears in his eyes; spends lots of time just staring out the windows, sometimes he plays music but it sounds upsetting enough that no one wants to be around for it. He continues isolating himself, and eventually gets pushed to play outside by someone who's also feels poorly. He always comes back in the evening, but he gets a little farther away each day.

But then one day, the strangest thing happens. He's already so wary of humanity, after everything he saw and what it did to his king, but he's too tired and upset to really protest; the eventual discussions that start breaching mental health cause him to open his eyes a bit more and really think about what he's doing with me. He's still on guard, waiting for a stab in the back that will never come, but gradually learns how to be more comfortable with himself and his experiences. It's a lot of work that occasionally gets very painful, but it's so rewarding when he realizes that he's able to be genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

This man works through his p.tsd and severe anxiety with someone who's had to do the same; he finds someone who shares his thinking and behavioral patterns and finds out he's neurodivergent. He's got a rose trigger that vexes and haunts him bc he's a romantic at heart and just feels so sickened and uneasy around roses, and that's also something we work around and through.

Solace and comfort in mutual growth and healing.

#say you're coping without telling me you're coping jsjdkfkf 😔#hes definitely a lil anxious but then im personally handing him my neurodivergence and my p.tsd 😤#he just already has so many issues going on; let's give him like 5 more; i want that twink (obliterated)#i just. there's so much going on here but i unfortunately saw a lot of myself in this man and think it would be cool if he got some help #YES the overarching theme for us is coping and healing what about it 👀#butterfly kisses #star speaks #lovebug

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dysfunctionaltrolls · 4 years

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i feel bad for making this but i feel like i have to

baby’s first call out post

anyway,, i have some things id like to say. i have proof of all of this and it will all be under the cut. this is gonna be really long and im really sorry but its going to be the whole story so stick with me

content warning: being weird towards minors, general nsfw elements, general creepiness, weed (mentions of being high).

everyone involved except for myself and, obviously, them, will have their names blocked out for privacy reasons.

thank you for reading this in advance, i just really need to get this out.

the blog in question is @ask-crappy-fantrolls

in advance

please do not send this person hate. please. i dont care whos wrong or right, hate anons arent necessary.

lets get down to business

point one of ??: ships

im going to say right off the bat, i agreed to some of these. some of these i liked. a lot i agreed to because i was afraid to say no because i didnt want to upset them. some were forced on me. some were made without my knowledge. i will not go into specifics on which ships belong in which categories unless its necessary because this post would be extremely long, but please keep this in mind if you see me reacting positively in screenshots.

this screenshot shows me trying to break off all of our ships the first time. i say right down there at the bottom that i want all of them gone. i thought i was being pretty clear.

one of my trolls (kaivin) has a moirail to whom he is extremely attached. this isnt a secret. he is so attached, in fact, that the two share most quads. so anyone kaivin would get into a relationship with, his moirail would as well. ive posted about this many times and i believe its on his bio but dont quote me on that.

this is me trying to cut the ship off again. i really hate being mean and hurting peoples feelings so i was trying stay polite and let them know gently that hey, i dont want this. keep in mind, this took place after me attempting to cut all of our ships off.

i could put more here but im tired and itd make the post longer than it needs to be. bottom line, i got messaged about ships a lot even though i had cut them all off and literally started shipping with other people by that point. it wasnt a secret, i was posting about new ships.

small tidbit thats very nsfw: one of our ships that we had was purely for their kink, apparently.

for context: axel is my human disguised as a troll who lives on alternia.

literally if you look at cimefas bio, his whole character is just that hes kinky. thats it.

point two of ??: infantalizing me

if you dont know already; hi im joey, im 19, and im a trans man. i am an adult. a grown ass man, if you will. i do not tolerate being spoken to like a dog or a child.

with that being said, here i am being spoken to like someone would a dog or a child:

oh also theres the time they sent me an ask calling me a lesbian HDSFJKSDHF

heres that

i know it was them because they messaged me the same day, claiming not to have known, but we’d already been talking for months and i never went by she/her while having this blog. he/him is all over my blog.

anyway heres a tidbit thats not big enough for its own point but needs to be said: the flirting.

^i just wanted to show them my new shirt :/

anyway next

point three of ??: being weird with minors

okay this bit is very gross but stay with me

right there, no minors. clearly stated. thats fine! thats whatever!! heres what i have the issue with. theyre currently waiting for a few of my friends who are minors to turn 18. no, this is not a speculation. they stated this.

i am keeping minors names blocked out, they dont need to be involved in this.

(quad blocked out so the minor cant be pinpointed)

(different minor, quad blocked again)

(the minor in question is the one from the first two screenshots about “waiting for them to turn 18″)

for context, this was after i reblogged a post about people waiting for minors to turn 18 being gross. yes it was a vague, no i do not care. i didnt say anything to them, they came to me about this unprompted and on their own accord. if the shoe fits, i suppose.

point four of ??: copying

theres been a few instances of this, but heres the main one

i run a cool blog over at @broadcastappear. i got with a friend of mine and they made theirs one day, i made mine the next. of course, i was excited about this! i wanted to tell everyone about my cool new blog, so i started messaging people! them included!

before i get into the screenshots, here is the premise of both of our broadcast blogs:

slightly odd radio host trolls who talk to each other over the radio waves. my friends troll for their blog is crazy and stuck in the desert, mine is slightly less crazy and stuck in an apartment. shenanigans and extremely cryptic flirting ensue.

so i messaged them with a link to my blog after i made it.

take a closer look at that time stamp!

keep this in mind

i get sent a link

its a cryptic radio blog. same concept, formatting, plot, everything.

and would you look at that

same day. it was an hour later, actually.

they were confronted about this and denied that their blog had anything to do with ours, even though it was a clear rip off. their blog has since been deleted, i believe.

anyway, in conclusion, i just really wanted this off my chest.

do with this information what you will. i dont care if i get hate for this, the people who know my situation know how badly this has been on me mentally. ive been archiving things in a server for months while ive been trying to cut them off and im just... fed up. i cant do it anymore. i feel gross. i am the main hub that this is circling around and no one can say thing about it but me. theres a lot more to this that im not adding, mostly because theres less proof but i still know it to be true.

im tired of adults being weird and nasty in this community. i know im an adult too but at least im not gross.

anyway, call out post over. rb or smthn i dont care.

#ask-crappy-fantrolls #discourse #drama #call out #sorry im just trying to hit all the tags #this took a lot out of me to write #ask to tag #im not good w confrontation so im gonna hit post then go hide somewhere

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somethinginthethunder · 5 years

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Unworthy of Your Love. [Brian May x Reader]

Hi yes I’ve cried and screamed about The Politician on Netflix for about 20 minutes straight and I’m still not okay so I decided to write this

If you haven’t checked out The Politician, please do. The story may not resonate with you, or the movement of it, but the message(s) may tell a different story.

Summary: Everywhere she turns, it seems the reader cannot be the best she can be.

TW: sadness/angst (sorry, I’m in a mood lmao), drinking/drunk reader, cheating

Word Count: 1,910

Note: This is more of a vent one-shot. But I just thought I’d share it with you guys, so sorry if it isn’t good or what was expected :/

Also, you can now anonymously ask me anything (since I forgot to allow it lmao) so ask my anything: requests, sequels, parters, hate, headcanons, or just drop in to say hi or smthn idk

You wanted to cry. You did. You could feel the tears welling up, but you held them back. You didn’t deserve to cry.

“Are you gonna explain yourself?” he said expectantly, his voice stiff and bitter, his tears still falling, though slower this time.

You opened your mouth as if you even knew how to start. All that came out was a small, “Brian...”

“No, Y/n. Why would you do that? Why would you be in another relationship while you’re still in one with me?” he interrupted.

His firmness startled you. In his hand were letters from Jacob, a guy who had been flirting with you, and who you had-- admittedly-- been flirting back to.

“He doesn’t mean anything to me, Brian, I swear,” you responded, your hands clenching.

“Oh, so you were just leading him on? Are you serious right now?” he hissed, running a hand through his curly locks. He paused to take in a breath, wiping his tears.

Minutes later, he was packing up a bag and heading out the door. The only other words he left to you were, “Call me when you’re ready to explain yourself. I’m not gonna pry that information out of you.”

You fell to your knees, a thud sounding as you stared blankly at the door. You placed your head in your hands, feeling the warmth of your tears warm your hands and arms as they ran down from your face.

You never called him. It had been 2 weeks.

You didn’t have the courage to show him what type of person you told yourself you were. Instead, you were at a bar, taking your next drink, which you probably shouldn’t have been. Your mind was fuzzy and you were just tired. You were tired of being tired. Tired of waking up to an empty bed. Tired of not hearing the peaceful tune of a guitar drift throughout your home as you got ready for the day.

Exhausted. You were exhausted. And it almost hurt to be.

“Y/n? Darling, is that you?”

You turned your head to look at the person who had walked to you. It was Freddie. He was absolutely glowing with party-fever, a drink in his hand and dazzling clothes on as always.

You shut your eyes and exhaled, turning your head away from him, not giving him much of an answer as you sipped your drink.

“Love, how much have you had to drink? We’ve all been worried sick. E-Even Brian,” he continued.

You could only assume that Brian told them what happened, which only made you feel worse.

“It doesn’t matter,” you muttered to him.

Freddie’s frown deepened. He placed a hand on your back comfortingly.

“It does, actually. Y/n-”

Just then, Roger came into view, whispering to Freddie a little hurriedly. The rockstar sighed and looked out into the crowd. You couldn’t see to who.

“Really? He’s doing it now? Can’t you handle it?” he complained.

“Fred, he’s not gonna listen to me,” Roger snorted, clinking his drink with his friend, giving a nod to you, and then walking off.

“I’ve got to go handle John. You know how he can get sometimes. I’ll come back to talk to you, though, alright?” Freddie promised.

You gave a small nod, even though you barely even processed what he said.

Fred patted your back before leaving to go seek out the usually quiet bassist.

Downing your drink, you gave the bartender a tip before walking out of the bar, not wanting to talk to Freddie at the moment. He was out there to have fun, not to scout you out and talk about your feelings.

What you didn’t see, though, was a certain curly-haired man watching your encounter with the singer. You also didn’t see him pushing away the ladies trying to come onto him, and instead putting his drink down. You didn’t see his brows furrow together in concern, his tired eyes following you outside before actually moving to come to you.

You leaned on the wall once you got outside, your hands in your jacket’s pockets with your eyes shut.

You heard the footsteps following some seconds after you, but assumed they were just some random stranger coincidentally leaving after you had.

“...You never called.”

Your eyes shot open. Blinking away your surprise, you turned your head to look at him.

You made eye contact with him. His eyes held a certain warmth, but you couldn’t detect what kind. He was wearing a simple jacket and coat with jeans and sneakers, his arms crossed as he, too, leaned against the wall.

You weren’t nervous for some reason. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just because you had prepared yourself for this moment a few times too many.

“I know,” was all you could say back.

There was a pause of silence.

“What are you so afraid of, Y/n?” he asked softly.

“Hm?” you said.

“You always avoid these certain things like they’re the plague. Are you afraid of me?”

You let out a soft chuckle, though it left a bitter feeling in your throat.

“No, not you. Never you,” you said. “It’s myself.”

One of his brows raised in confusion.

“You’re afraid of yourself?” he asked curiously.

“Not of myself physically,” you started. “Just... of what I might do.”

Brian didn’t ask any further questions, so you continued.

“When we first started dating, I didn’t think it would... become so serious. I assumed you would just realize you deserve better than whatever I could give you and move on. But you didn’t,” you paused to lick you drying lips, the feeling of nervousness coming to you, but not fast enough to stop you from your admittance.

“You stayed, and you were completely convinced that we were... soulmates or something. And the thought of that scared me. I was scared we were gonna go so deep into the relationship that once I messed up or you realized your mistake and broke up with me, it would be too painful.”

The nervousness was completely there now, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“So when Jacob started flirting with me, I flirted back for some reason. I saw him as a friend, not as some side-lover. No, I was completely enamored by you, but I still tried to convince myself that maybe I liked him, too. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t be attached to only you and just you, that there was plenty of more fish in the sea. But the truth is there isn’t. I have never known of anybody even remotely as perfect as you.

It was also to make myself become less attached to you, so that when you did... eventually break up with me, It wouldn’t be so painful.

I know it’s a stupid reason. I know I’m a bad person. But I’m human. I’m not gonna be flawless, and I’m not. I’m just more ‘flaw-filled’ than most people should be.

And I’m sorry. I should’ve just told you outright the moment I felt it, but of course, I thought that I could’ve just taken the less straight-to-the-point way,” you finished.

Your eyes were on the road in front of you by the time you were finished. You didn’t want to look at Brian. The fear you were filled with now held you back from saying anything else.

“You tried to cheat on me to protect yourself and me from pure heartbreak because you thought that you were unworthy of my love?” he asked quietly after a few seconds of thinking.

“No, because I know I’m unworthy of your love,” you corrected. “You’re amazing, and kind, and so selfless, and I never seem to do anything right, even if I wanted to.”

“That is the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

You turned your head to look at him, making eye contact with his softened eyes.

“You are kind. I’ve seen you with kids, with John, Fred, and Roger. I’ve heard you sing to the neighborhood children and give some of them snacks after they play outside. I’ve watched you take away your own free time to help out friends and even strangers in need. So what if you don’t do good things all and ever time? Nobody can survive if they were truly selfless. It’s okay to be selfish once in a while. It’s what makes us... human. It’s what fires us to make us do more,” he paused to take off his coat and place it on your shoulders as it got even chillier, knowing your thin jacket won’t handle the coldness.

“As long as you feel remorse, want to do better, and try your hardest to, then you are not a bad person,” he continued. “What you did with Jacob wasn’t okay, but not everything is so black and white with these things.”

His words stopped there as he noticed your tiredness more.

“Here, I’ll take you home,” he said quietly, guiding you to his car. You didn’t try and fight him, because you know it was a fight you would lose. Especially to him.

When you got home, he helped you inside, taking the keys he still had and opening the door.

It was mostly silent as he helped you gather yourself properly before setting you to bed. You shut your eyes once you laid down.

Brian kissed your forehead before turning to exit the room, turning off the lights as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

The next morning, a headache greeted you. Your eyes and nose scrunched together when you felt the bright lights reach your face. Opening your eyes, you sat up in bed, rubbing you eyes and yawning.

You got ready, putting on normal clothes and brushing your teeth, all with an aching head.

When you went to open the door, you froze. A small tune could be heard from a few rooms down. A tune on the guitar.

A small smile came from your lips as you opened the door, walking down the hall and into the living room.

There Brian sat, with a guitar in his hands as he picked at the notes softly.

He noticed your presence after a few strums and looked up to you, a welcoming smile on his face.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” he asked.

“My head feels like absolute trash at the moment,” you answered, to which you both chuckled softly.

“...do you remember last night?” he asked almost hesitantly.

“Yeah, I do,” you responded quietly.

“We can work it out, Y/n. It’s okay. I’m willing to try again as long as you are,” he reassured you.

“Okay,” you agreed, nodding your head a little.

“And as long as you promise me one thing.”

“And that is?”

“To try and be more honest about your feelings. To tell me how you’re feeling and to not be afraid to ask for help, because you could ask me a million questions a day and I’d still love you the same,” he said.

You shook your head, a grin on your face as you laughed quietly.

“I promise, Bri,” you told him.

“Great! Now come sit with me, love. I’ve got this new song to show the band and I need your opinion on it, first,” he invited, patting the seat next to him on the couch.

“Alright, space man.”

#I haven't written in a long time #I am so sorry #Brian May #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #brian x reader #brian imagine #queen band imagine #queen imagine #queen x reader #queen x reader imagine #queen fanfiction #brian may fanfiction #brian may fic

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