im sorry if i offend

Polyglot

Request: “Hello! Could you please do some hcs with the paladins who have a polyglot s/o ?”

A/N: i actually didnt know what polyglot meant but i was like aight lets go. for reference, polyglot means that they can use and know multiple languages. also i feel like im going to offend someone… sorry

Shiro

  • He can speak Japanese pretty well, and he’s semi-fluent in other languages
  • He’s really handy with languages, and he can pick them up quickly, so he tries to learn the languages you know

Keith

  • He’s terrible at learning other languages
  • He tried French in high school
  • He barely passed
  • You try to teach him some phrases in your languages
  • It doesn’t go well

Lance

  • Lance is bilingual, he knows Spanish
  • You two like to talk shit about people in other languages
  • He likes to learn the ones that you know, and he helps you learn Spanish (if you don’t already know it)

Hunk

  • He knows some words and phrases in a couple other languages
  • He’s so enthusiastic about learning your languages
  • He’s just a lil cheeseball, so he learns how to say ‘i love you’ in all of your languages

Pidge

  • She knows a bit of Latin
  • She thinks it’s really cool that you know all these languages, but she’s not super interested in learning new ones
  • But she will totally ask you how to say pickup lines
  • And then use them
on some thursday
  • <p> <b>some american:</b> hey!! u know what day it is :D????<p/><b>me, a non-american:</b> uhh umm philip..hamilton's death???anniversary??????<p/><b>american:</b> <p/><b>me:</b> <p/></p>

One of the things I really like about Garrus is that he’s a 7 foot tall terrifying and ruthless bird person who carries around a huge gun and will murder you if you step out of line ….

….and his go-to expletive is ‘crap’.

I mean yeah he says ‘damn’ sometimes for emphasis but he opens an elevator and comes face to face with a BOMB and just goes “Oh crap!!” like he’s 12

One time a husk manages to sneak up on him and he freaks out for a second and blurts out “whaT THE FUCK!?” and everyone just whirls around and stares in shock because did he just swear??? and they all kind of laugh and comment like ‘wow I didn’t know you had it in you!’ 

Garrus is horrified he might have offended someone and apologizes non-stop for like 45 minutes 

Guys…. Yesterday I lashed out a tiny bit and my ask box was getting heavy and I was so afraid to even open it. So I asked my friend to take a look at the messages for me and she told me it was safe to look because pretty much every single message and comment of all those dozens that I received yesterday were the most heartwarming. So I went ahead and read them all and broke down weeping uncontrollably because you are all so so so sweet and wonderful and kind, I cannot even explain it… thank you so much with all my heart for being so understanding and supportive. Whenever I feel like I’m getting overwhelmed or begin feeling pressured, you help me remember how amazing it is to be part of this community, and my gratefulness is not only brought back to the surface but also multiplies a million times. Really. I’m just some random sad nerd who fell in love with a fictional world and wants to recreate it out of my imagination, and you are here being with me and loving it. Thank you so so so SOOOoooosnsdsfehgu much. Really. Truly. Love you all, even if you don’t really care that much, I still love you and am grateful for you. You don’t have to be here, but you are, and you appreciate whatever I manage to give. Thank you ❤

P.S. I’ll try to respond to the off-anon messages as soon as I have time!!

ABOUT KILLING STALKING

I’m fucking crying bc of the anti ks tag I swear y'all are so extra like, bruh. I can’t even kill a fly I won’t fucking kill anyone just because I read this. I’m not gonna shame anyone but I have read things that made me think of taking my eyes out and putting them back on just to confirm that I read that with my own two eyes but anyway.

Yes, we do like the plot bc have you even read the two first chapters before saying anything? Dude that shit makes you think of who a person can truly be and makes you wanna know what happens next after a really fucking crazy ass moment that ends with a cliff hanger, like what the fuck happened to bum or what is going to do with that girl and things like that. And the art? I’m majoring in arts (especifically music and theatre but I have art classes too so I know what the fuckity fuck I am talking about for once in my life) and it’s amazing, so no, we’re not psychopaths with a fetish or something like that.

Another topic that leaves me on the ground rolling for air is the yoonbum x sangwoo topic. The fuck is wrong with those people that say that if you ship those two you are a horrible person and that you should kill yourself?? And wait, hold on a second, you said to someone to kill themselves over a ship that it’s fictional, who the fuck here is the real psychopath now huh?? Anyway, what I was saying, yoonbum and sangwoo both are fucking fictional characters that doesn’t exist in real life and are not going to fucking murder or stalk you in any way and of course not a single person in there is suffering for real (except me every time I read it I swear to god). I personally don’t ship them bc I like Sangwoo x jail and Yoonbum x therapist but that doesn’t mean that I should F U C K I N G DISR ES P E CT SO ME O N E’S O P I NI ON AB O U T IT FO R F U C KIN G FR EE. If someone ships them it’s alright. If someone doesn’t it’s alright too and if you don’t fucking like Killing Stalking don’t make an anti blog, block the tag, don’t comment negative things on someone’s blog about it and go on with your fabulous and sweet fantastic life.

I don’t care if you think it’s horrible and a taboo topic just go on with your life and stop being immature and a hater. Tumblr really needs to fucking chill a lil bit.

Originally posted by thehidingamaranth

Some thoughts on bi Simon Snow

I’m am all for bisexual and pansexual representation and I really think it’s something that needs to be happening more. However I really like Simon never identifying his sexuality in Carry On. I personally relate to Simon a lot and I really have no clue what my sexual orientation is. I pretty bad for a while because I wanted to have that label to identify with but I couldn’t find one that ever felt right. Simon not identifying with any sexual orientation made me feel a lot better because it made me really see that it’s okay to not identify with anything. You can just be attracted to anyone you happen to be attracted to. So it makes me a little upset when I see people calling Simon bisexual or anything else because he canonically doesn’t identify as anything. However, those are just my opinions and thoughts and personally I really like Rainbow’s choice to not have Simon identify as anything.

how the signs apologize
  • aries: *scoff* yea i /guess/ im sorry...
  • taurus: lol oops
  • gemini: oh man i am so deeply offended that i even thought about hurting someone like you that is suCH A MASSIVE PISSBABY CALM DOWN
  • cancer: literally repeats "im sorry" for thirteen years straight
  • leo: what the fuck i don't have anything to apologize for???
  • virgo: ugh im so sorry i just want so badly to convey to you that i apologize
  • libra: i am sorry, but i want you to know i was still right.
  • scorpio: i am shit and you need to wipe me from your ass to be free of me.
  • sagittarius: oh shit i did that? sorry mate
  • capricorn: *doesn't apologize for anything ever*
  • aquarius: they never do anything wrong tbh
  • pisces: i AM SO SO SOS oS OOOO SO SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT HOW CAN I CARE FOR YOU I AM THE DIRT UNDER YOUR SHOE I AM SO SORRY

GOD THE OMAKE IM STILL EXASPERATED!!! WHY IS TERU LIKE THIS???

i mean damn i guess we can add “big eater” to his list of traits?? he better be paying for his damn order though like wtf reigen isnt made of money

hes so hungry. mob and ritsu are eating a Normal Human Amount but teru has height to gain and muscle to maintain. fast metabolism too probably…since hes only like an inch taller than ritsu

-ugly sobbing in the corner- (based on this)

Mirrors

 Khada Jhin no longer felt the once- familiar presence of his mask, no longer felt the smooth handle of Whisper running up and down his palm. And yet he more than occasionally thought of what he used to be, where he performed so wondrously, so passionately, though no one clapped at the end. No one cheered him on, blessing his very being. His performances were perfect, yes, but with a startlingly disturbing beauty that no one could look away from, and no one could appreciate.

 He had cast away his guns, cast away his mask and identity with such an unnerving ease that it startled even him. The silence had become too much, too predictable, too boring. His performances faltered, faded, then suddenly stopped, much to the anger of the Ionian council. Caravans dared to run freely throughout the country again. The past performances rotted away or were cleaned up, and his name became one of the haunting myths that spread through the country like wildfire, children’s tales that were much more exaggerated than his artwork had ever been.

With Jhin’s absence, Ionia and its citizens were free of its terrifying Golden Demon.



 “And now, the curtain rises!”

 Jhin’s hands gestured extravagantly to the stage, he gave a small yank on the rope that drew the cloth up. The frame of the wooden puppet stand held, and he raised two marionettes to accommodate with the story. The children, wide-eyed with amazement, followed his every movement. Jhin gave a little smile, then continued with his story.

 The tale was a simple one. A lonely shepherd and a lovely young woman meet one day, and they fall deeply in love with each other. She proposes to him, and they get married to live happily with each other on his farm. However, a murderer sweeps through the region and kills the woman, leaving the shepherd grief- stricken and vengeful. The shepherd chases after the murder tries to kill him, but ends up dying instead. The shepherd then reaches out for his wife on last time-

 “Mister storyteller, that’s a very dark story!” A child called out throughout the protesting, young crowd. “Tell a happier one!”

 Jhin turned towards the child and gave a slight frown. “No story is truly happy, because they’re modeled after the lives of others. Every story is riddled with death and sadness, young one.”

 The child defiantly jutted out his chin. “But they’re stories, Mister!”

 Jhin sighed in defeat. “Your ignorance is admirable, yet you are so young. The world is full of death and sadness, and you choose to remain bright. Very well.”

 He did not have the heart to tell the child that his story was one he had participated in, where he turned the wife into a beautiful creature but her husband had no appreciation for such art. Back then, when the man had hunted him down and shot at his arm, now replaced with a prosthetic. How hard he had tried to forget those moments of beauty where a clean kill brought joy, no matter how brief, to his life.

 Not many recognized him without his mask and trademark guns. Not many even believed he was still alive after his rampage ended- and yet here he was, in his home village, welcomed but feared, telling stories to the children.

 Jhin rubbed his temples to clear his head and prepared the stage for another show, when a voice from behind stopped him.

 “Ah, Mr. Khada. We haven’t seen each other in some time.”

 Jhin felt a ghost of a smile grace his lips at the voice. It was older, and full of much more malice than he had remembered, but it was definitely recognizable. A painful yet strong reminder that no matter how much time had passed, no one could outrun their identity.

 “Indeed, Shen. Would you like to join the audience for this performance?”

 Long ago, that sentence would have meant something else. A taunt, dripping with paint and blood, with the sickly sweet scent of lotus flowers drifting through the rank air. Yet he still kept the offer casual, and gestured towards the children as a small sign of truce.

 There was a pause in the conversation, and Jhin realized that while he could not see Shen, the children could. His eyes darted up and he saw them cowering in the firelight, eyes fearful as they gazed at the Eye of Twilight. Eye of Twilight indeed, for Jhin knew that he could see all. There was a reason for this meeting tonight, yet Jhin allowed himself to wonder if Shen was truly alone pursuing this encounter.

 Shen still did not respond, and Jhin did not dare look up. Instead, he calmly went back to preparing for the next puppet show when Shen spoke again.

 “I might as well join in. After, however, we have some business to settle.”

 Shen walked out from behind Jhin, and the children hastily made a path for him to walk to the back of the clearing and sit down. Addressing the children’s nervous looks, Jhin smiled reassuringly. “There’s no need to be afraid. This is Shen, and old, ah, friend, of mine.”

 Shen’s eyes flashed noticeably at the title before settling down again, yet he remained silent. Still somber as usual, isn’t he? Jhin thought in amusement, then raised the puppets.

 “There were three powerful ninjas once, a master, and his two top apprentices. They were feared and respected throughout Ionia, for they knew the meaning of balance and security-”

 Jhin look up briefly to meet Shen’s startled gaze once more, then gave a slight smile and went back to his performance. He told extravagant stories, weaving details into a narrative of their feats and the growing respect they had earned, their successes, their failures, their joys and sadnesses.

 The stories and legends of Kusho, Shen, and Zed.  

 At last, he finished. The children cheered wildly, jumping up and down, clutching each other in excitement. The sky had gone dark, and he half- heartedly chased the children back to the main village.

 “Thank you, Mister Storyteller!”

 “We’ll be back tomorrow?”

 Jhin gave a slight bow. “Of course, young ones. I will be waiting.”

 He could hear Shen’s footsteps approaching slowly behind him, then felt a sudden cold grip on his shoulder.

 “Storytelling? That’s something I didn’t expect.”

 Jhin smiled a bit. “I didn’t either, but clearly not everyone enjoys a live performance.”

 “Clearly.” Shen snapped, and it was then that Jhin finally turned around to face him.

 “Shen,” Jhin cleared his throat for a moment, then continued. “Shen. I may be half blind and old, but I am not a fool. Who have you brought along to rampage through this village? I may be guilty, but this village is harmless. Should you bring death here-”

 Shen cut him off with a small wave. “I am alone here. Your village is safe. It is you I want to talk to.” His brows furrowed. “What a performance.”

 Jhin returned his gaze evenly. “A performance, indeed. I assumed I had most of it correct? It would be a pity for me to have the most important adventures wrong.”
 The Eye snorted. “It was accurate, though for you to find details that well done I’d have to question how you found them. Though I’m sure I already know,” He added, voice hardening at the end, “which brings me back to why I’m here.”

 Jhin spread his hands. “How long has it been, Shen? 4 years? No one remembers me, and a public execution would just call your authority into question. I live to entertain, if not for the vast crowds anymore. Let me live for the children.” He finishes, his voice tired. “This is not a request for my selfish desire to live. I just want to pass on the tales of the ones who I ended. A redemption of sorts.”

 Shen did not get a chance to speak again, because just as he opened his mouth, the same child that had asked Jhin for stories ran in between the two men.

 “Mister Storyteller is a nice man, I swear!” He cried, hugging Jhin’s leg. “Mister, please don’t kill him. Please, please! He’s really good at storytelling, he cares about the village, and we all like him- don’t take him away, please, Mister-”

 Jhin patted the boy’s head gently to calm him down, and the child’s cries receded into quiet sobs. Shen looked at the boy, then back at Jhin, his gaze hardening.

 “Khada…”

 “Shen.”

 Shen sighed loudly, then rubbed his temples, brows furrowing again. The boy hugged Jhin’s leg closer to him, still sniffling, eyes and nose red. Jhin simply stood, petting the boy’s head, his left eye never leaving Shen.

 Finally, the Eye of Twilight looked back up at the former Golden Demon, his eyes hard.

 “If you… if there is ever a case of mass murdering in Ionia, or anywhere, you understand the future consequences, correct?” Shen’s voice was cold, stern, and unforgiving- a far cry from his youthful appearance. Perhaps his experiences with Zed in the past had changed him drastically, or the pressure of the spirit world and his responsibility to maintain the order had reformed him. Whatever it was, he followed his own orders. Shen had undoubtedly grown since their last meeting- for better or for worse, though, Jhin was not entirely sure.

 “…Yes.”

 Shen straightened his posture, then sighed deeply. “I hope I do not regret letting you slip away once again, Khada.”

 Jhin’s eyes widened slightly along with the boys, then gave a small chuckle. “You have grown to be much like your father, Shen. Hopefully you will not meet a bloody end as he did.“

 Shen shouldered his spirit blade, ready to leave, when Jhin reached out a hand to stop him.

 “What is it?”

 Jhin uncurled his fingers to reveal the small puppet he had been using to represent Shen in his show. “A sign of truce.”

 Under his mask, Shen felt himself smile. Touched, he took the small puppet, tucking it in his sleeve.

 “Until we meet again, Khada.” Shen bowed slightly to Jhin, and Jhin gave him a small wave in return. “Have a safe trip back.”

 The boy watched Shen go with wide, wet eyes, then turned to look up at Jhin.

 “Mister Storyteller, aren’t there monsters in the forest?”

 Jhin crouched down to match the child in height, patting his head affectionately. “Yes, little one. There are many.”

 “Then why did you let him leave by himself?”

 Jhin smiled. “Child, the puppet I gave him is a clear sign to the monsters that he is my friend, and that I will protect him. No harm will come to him so long he keeps my gift. The monsters fear my wrath.”

 The boy scrunched his face up in deep thought. “But why would they fear you, Mister Storyteller?”

 Jhin led the boy back to his house through the darkness, the borders of the village lit dimly with torches. Before the boy went back to his house, he looked at Jhin again.

  “Mister Storyteller?”

 Jhin turned towards the child, a small, sad smile flitting across his lips.


 “Because, little one, monsters do not like mirrors.”



@parachuter @bloodynumberfour kind of thought of you two when i wrote this :

also i want to point out the last line is what stuck with me I’m 99% sure it’s from something but I can’t think of it

Skelly sketches

K I tried but there are a few unfinished ones like: @trashy-artzy-me cause I tried to do her hair and I failed (IM SO SORRY IF ANYONE IN THIS DRAWING GETS OFFENDED, IM ONLY HUMAN WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES)

Here comes the cast!

Artists:

@nekophy @golzy @loverofpiggies @jakei95 @camilaart @7goodangel @undertalepeasant @blogthegreatrouge @jokublog @trashy-artzy-me @walkingmelonsaaa @silverhope54

Skeletons:

Ganz belongs to: @golzy

Error, Fresh, Geno belongs to: @loverofpiggies

Cross!Sans belongs to: @jakei95 

Goth belongs to: @nekophy

Palette belongs to: @angexci

Ink belongs to: @comyet

Swap!Sans belongs to: @popcornpr1nce 

Dream and Nightmare belongs to: @jokublog

Edentale, Teardrop,Sunshine, Serif belongs to: me

Glitchtale!Sans belong to: @camilaart

Paperjam belongs to: @7goodangel

Naj! Goth and Palette, Eraser belongs to: @blogthegreatrouge

FINALLY…

Glace belongs to: @silverhope54

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! IM too lazy to do the tags but screw it