They call him the Guess Monster. With his flawless aim and terrifying ability to read and predict his targets, he was a born assassin. Other than that, not much else is known about him. To hire this mysterious man is tricky, somehow he always knows who needs him and who he needs to kill. It goes with the alias most people conclude. He is an enigma wrapped in a mystery and sealed in a conspiracy. Not much is known about him although rumour on the streets says that he’s part of the notorious assassins organisation; ‘Shiratorizawa’. To attempt to dig any deeper is a fools quest - those who have tried to unravel the mystery have simply ceased to be…
I told myself not to but after reading @gue55-monster‘s headcanon submissions, this one in particular stuck out to me and I couldn’t help myself. I have so much other stuff to do which is why this is a massive scribble but I can never resist an opportunity to draw my son being a murderer.
AND just on the off chance there ends up being a Shiratorizawa Assassins!AU, I would be totally on board with that. *hint hint*
“’Never Have I Ever’ is about to get a lot more interesting.” with Adrienette please
“Never Have I Ever is about to get a lot more interesting,” Marinette giggled. “Alya’s going to have some serious ammunition if she finds out about this the next time we play. Choose which shade you like the best.”
Adrien looked at the lipstick tubes spread out on her chaise. “Which one do you think would look best on me?”
“Any of them really. I can’t believe you’ve never tried lipstick before.”
“I’ve had stuff put on my lips for photos but I’ve never worn it just because.” He picked up a pale pink one. “Maybe I should start simple.”
“Do you want to put it on or would you like some help?”
He blinked up at her through a fringe of blonde. “Would you mind helping me?”
Marinette scooted closer and opened the tube. She gently grasped his chin with one hand and leaned in close. She could feel Adrien’s breath on her fingers as she brought the lipstick up. “Do this,” she said, only partly opening her mouth and holding it there.
Adrien mimicked her and Marinette smiled, touching the tip of the lipstick to his mouth. It spread on smooth and even and she forced herself away from his face. She held up a mirror.
He grinned, pink lips spreading wide. “It’s kind of cool, huh?”
“You look good,” she nodded. “I think I’d like to see you in a dark rose.”
“Can I see you in this color first?” Adrien pointed to his lips.
“Oh, uh, sure.” Marinette picked up the lipstick tube again but Adrien pushed her hand back down.
“I actually had a better idea,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
She comes just in time, when his knees give out beneath him and his breath cuts short. She’s wearing yet another expression today, but one he’s never seen before. He wants to tell her to stop stitching creases and deep lines across her face, but it’s difficult shaping words when each breath is a rattle past his teeth.
“Let him go.”
For a second he thinks she’s talking to him, because he sees a blade glinting in the sunlight, blinding. But it can’t be possible. He knows where his hands are, and they’re not holding a blade; they’re tight, coiled, fingers drenched in soil.
Sullied, like the rest of him.
“Did you not hear me? Let him go.”
And for once in his life, it won’t be his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. The knowledge bangs around in his head like a clattering spinning top, pooling strength into his limbs in a last ditch effort to breathe and move away. He needs only a second. One heartbeat.
Something sharp knicks at his neck, and with it, a tear, pain, a dripping sensation in his gut. The tension rains little drops around them, and he knows she feels it too from the sudden electricity sparking off her skin.
He sees it, through the blur, through the shout of his muscles, the ache in each limb. He sees it, because he’s never heard her voice so sharp before, scraping against sunlight. That’s how he knows Saizo’s never heard her voice like that either, because the blade trembles oh so slighty, and he sees it.
switching his fringe all the time to see how different he looks. “oh my god, you look terrifying.” “well gee thanks Y/N.”
you bugging him a l l the time to play the piano for you and he eventually agrees just so you’ll shut the hell up lol
oh my god his singing in the shower gets you mad sometimes but you secretly have him recorded
stealing his shirts and hoodies (because they’re comfortable af)
the amount of selfies you have is unreal
but half of them are just selfies he takes on your phone when you leave it alone for five freakin minutes
instead of going to his flat for a visit, the flat would come to you. seriously as soon as you get through the door Dan just made himself completely at home and Phil is just staring at you apologetically
while you were at work or school or running errands or something you’d see you have like a million new messages but it’s just 5 d i f f e r e n t selfies that he’s debating posting of instagram
“just pick one they’re all literally the same thing”
“No they’re not Y/N, jesus sometimes i wonder…”
you randomly getting twitter mentions when he’s sitting. right. next. to. you.
incredibly passionate lip-syncing to Adele
getting a good nights sleep? psh think again dude Dan is nudging you awake at 1 AM because he’s hungry and wants mf cookies
“go get them. there is no way in hell i’m getting up Dan” …15 minutes later you’re both in the kitchen looking for a damn mixing bowl.
white supremacist travels backwards in time to prevent the colonization of the Americas by Europe, thus ensuring European dominance of Earth in the 21st century. or maybe Chinese dominance. i dont know man, I just want a space war involving mecha-buffalo
if the whites didnt discover america, the asian empires would have
the destruction and dominance of north america by the old world was inevitable by the flat fact that the american civilizations were not only going through a dark ages (the north american empires nation states of the mississippi basin had long collapsed and reverted to semi agricultural or forager status before settlers or their diseases arrived) but the societies that were around and in the midst of a relatively highly advanced state in mesoamerica (mexica/aztec; which were experiencing a golden era) and north south america (inca) were all still at a level of being akin to the development status of the mesopotamian kingdoms several thousand years ago. It was like if the spanish were to encounter and summarily mollywhop nebuchadnezzar’s babylon. But Babylon at least had bronze weapons, the best the aztecs could offer were axes with volcanic glass blades.
The aztecs couldve resisted the spanish though, but their culture and reaction to the invading spanish fucked them royally, as they saw they were literally a force of their god
and thats not even unique to the americans, the europeans and christians of the old world reacted the same way when 200 years earlier, a similarly, insanely advanced and merciless empire bound for conquest rolled out of the superior society basket of china and swiftly brought ruin to everyone else because they found it their religious destiny to spread their domain over the world. The muslim world was so THOROUGHLY ravaged at the height of it’s own golden era that most historians believe it still hasn’t recovered.
the white man’s world of Europe was literally 10 years away from being reduced to the same fate north america had been, when it’s best armies - the largest fielded since the roman empire - were completely smashed in poland and hungry as they desperately tried to fight back subotai’s horde. The christians were certain these were the endtimes because the tatars, or rather, the mongols were unstoppable. They reacted as such, in disarray and in total fear and capitulation.
The mongols were so effective and powerful that they conducted warfare against their opponents as if they were literal livestock to be rounded up and slaughtered. The Chinese fell, the rising powers and old powers of the muslim world fell, and eastern europe was completely ravaged by a mere scouting force of several thousand horsemen that earned little more than two lines of “we checked this place out and returned” in the mongol historical record.
After the main force arrived to smash the collective forces of all of europe in legnica and mohi, there was nothing to impede their advance toward atlantic europe, and envoys of the pope and the western kingdoms made it known that conquest was merely years away.
except these mongol army decided at the last minute to turn around and ENTIRELY return to mongolia because the great khan died and everyone was obliged to be present for the new khan’s ascent to power. That was the literal 1 in a million chance that saved western europe. The total apocalyptic wasteland in the middle east (that europe surely wouldve experienced too) left by the mongols helped pave the way for western europeans to spread their influence, now suddenly aware of and curious to what lay beyond their known universe now that a massively powerful, advanced society exploded out of the far fringes of that and nearly destroyed them. The age of exploration began.
like we are living in the alternate history timeline where europe achieved dominance rather than asia, particularly because of a single, freak, sudden death.
it would be like if hernando cortez arrived at the fringes of mexico and began his conquest of the aztecs and then, suddenly, died, and the expedition returned to the carribean and sailed back to spain. The aztecs suddenly, aware of what NEARLY wiped them out, begin to seek abroad and understand a broader world that nearly wiped them out.
id like to believe most alternate universes of human history are where europe was conquered by asia. Imagine if western europe were as chronically impoverished as eastern europe and culturally influenced by chinese culture (mongols would go on to assimilate into settled chinese societal norms)
but yea, if not yuro poors, the asian societies wouldve rolled into and ravaged the new world. yuropoors got a lucky break and were spared the least scathed group of people from the mongol wave.
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A/N - If you would like a request from the prompt list Send us the name of the Superstar, the gender of the child and a few numbers.
You and Dean had been dating a year and a half. Everything had been going great, Dean was perfect in every sense of the word. He was funny, outgoing, charismatic, loving, understanding. Before you met Dean, you dreaded going out on dates, why? Because every man you met as soon as you mentioned you had a son, they would run a mile.
So when you met Dean you took things extremely slowly. For the first few months, you didn’t tell Dean Y/S/N. But as your relationship with Dean, you had to tell him. You had very much expected Dean to run for the hills, instead, he smiled and began to ask you different questions to get to know the other man in your life. You were shocked by Dean’s behaviour yet you welcomed Dean’s attitude for two reasons, one, men like Dean didn’t come by very often and secondly, in the year and a half you had been with Dean you had fallen in love with Dean and fallen hard.
You and Dean had both discussed when he was going to meet Y/S/N. You tried to work out the perfect opportunity but Y/S/N’s schooling was getting in the way so you and Dean both agreed that you would both wait until the Summer holiday’s and the Summer holiday’s were finally here.
Dean and Y/S/N were going to meet at some time in the next few weeks and while you wanted your two worlds to meet, yet that did not prevent the turmoil of negative emotions that threatened to suffocate you.
You sat in the living room waiting for Dean to call. Y/S/N was already in bed, he had such an exhausting last day at school. After you picked him up from up from School he had been so enthusiastic as he told you about everything he got up too. As the evening progressed, Y/S/N spoke about all the work he had done in school. He also spoke of all the things he wanted to do over the holidays. You didn’t want to promise Y/S/N everything while you did have intentions do a lot of fun activities with Y/S/N, you didn’t know when Dean and Y/S/N for the first time.
Your phone rang, you didn’t have to look at the caller ID because Dean had his own specific ringtone as you pressed your answer button, you stretched out on the couch getting comfortable.
“Hey baby, how are you?” Dean’s rough and ragged voice spoke through the phone.
“I’m good, hows work going?” You replied as Dean slouched onto his bed on the other end of the phone. He had been missing you like crazy today, he wanted nothing more than to see your face. There was nothing more that Dean wanted than to be able to go to bed later knowing that he was one step closer to be able to hold you in his arms and not go to bed alone.
“You know same old, I’ve been causing mischief, breaking skulls everywhere I go. How’s the little man?”
“He’s good, he was exhausted after his last day at school, he made a piece of artwork that he’s insistent on putting in a frame.He’s also mentioned about all the things he wants to do throughout the Summer holiday.” You scooted yourself up into a more comfortable position.
“Was coming to meet his favourite WWE Superstar mentioned? Because I might have an idea about how you can spend your Summer holidays.” You son was definitely the biggest Dean Ambrose fan in the entire world. Every year without fail your son asked for Dean Ambrose merchandise and boy you didn’t even want to go through what happened when Smackdown didn’t record. It was complete and utter mayhem.
“I’m intrigued.” On the other end of the phone, Dean smirked a little bit, while he knew you were going to be hesitant about the plan he knew that you would go for it eventually. Dean was up for convincing and no matter how much it took he needed to see you because he was going stir crazy…more than usual
“Why don’t you come and spend the Summer with me? Do some travelling together, I get to meet Y/S/N, you can meet the guys from work. We get to create some memories. Hopefully, if you agree we can spend some quality time together since I’m going stir crazy. So what ya say, do you wanna come on a crazy adventure with me?” After you listened to Dean’s offer the phone you were tempted, not only would this be the perfect opportunity for Dean and Y/S/N, but you could also spend time with Dean and get out of your area for a while. What if this would be too much for Y/S/N to take in so soon? You didn’t want to overwhelm him.
“It sounds great Dean, but what if this is too much for Y/S/N to take in?”
“He’ll be fine, what kid wouldn’t want to travel, get to spend time in hotel rooms and get to meet the people he sees on TV. Baby, I know I’ve never met him before but I promise you I’ll protect him with my life. Besides you don’t exactly have a choice because I just booked a ticket to come and meet you before we fly out to our first location. Baby, you better get packing because I’m coming for you and Y/S/N. I love you, baby, I’ll definitely be seeing you very soon.” The phone went dead before you could even reply. You just hoped Dean was right and you wondered what Y/S/N reaction would be in the morning…
That morning, you were up early doing laundry. You were in your room trying to work out what on earth you were going to take. What do you even pack for? Hearing the door creak open, you looked down to see your son walking into the room.
“Momma, what are ya doing?” Y/S/N asked as he walked into the room.
“Hey baby, can I talk to you for a second?” You asked as you stopped doing what you had been previously.
“Sure, I’m not in trouble am I?” You shook your head as you scooped up Y/S/N into your arms before settling on your bed.
“No baby, your not in trouble. So you know how Mummy has been seeing a man for a really long time.” Y/S/N nodded so you took it as the signal to continue. “Well, Mummy things that it’s time for you both to meet each other for the first time. If you don’t want too then that’s perfectly fine.”
“Does he make you happy?” Y/S/N asked.
“He does baby. Do you want to meet him?” You asked as he stroked his hair softly.
“Okay. When can I meet him?” Y/S/N asked you smiled. You hadn’t expected Y/S/N to agree so willingly.
“Soon baby, that’s why I’m packing because we’re going to travel with him for the Summer because he moves around a lot for work.” You noticed the twinkle in his eyes appear signally that he was indeed curious.
“What goes he do?” He questioned.
“He’s a wrestler.”
“What his name?”
“Dean.” It was almost as if a lightbulb had gone off inside of his face.
“Dean Ambrose is your boyfriend! Momma, why didn’t you tell me this?” Y/S/N began to jump and down on the bed.
“So I take it you want to spend the Summer with Dean.”
“Yes!” So it was settled you, Y/S/N and Dean were going to spend the Summer together…
i’ve seen the latest trend ovo so i figured i’ll join the bandwagon! IMO, I do have some ups and downs opinions on the current rivals. such as the substitute teacher and some names (if Yandev wants this game to be taken seriously, i feel like he should put the punny names to a minimum. the easter eggs are fine.)
moving on! ever since i learned that the current ayano’s look was a unity asset, i decided to give her a new hairstyle! (that’s not her originalconcept either). the hairstyle is rather basic, as what some asian girls with long hair would usually tie (like me, but i comb back my fringe and half of my longer hair). personality-wise, i would want her to be a chameleon. think of Esther from Orphan! A sweet, fake-smiling sly fox! otherwise, im perfectly okay with the current Ayano’s personality.
I kept Kizana’s red flower but only gave her a subtle hint of her previous curly hairstyle! think of it as her off-day hairstyle~ she’s very charismatic, just the sight of her sweeping her hair back with her free hand makes her juniors sigh in adoration! (like Kokona ;DDDD )
I didn’t change Amai as much. I just made her more chubbier and her hair more shorter. Not as short as those ‘’let me see your manager’’ kind.
Oka. I would want to give her a total 180. She still believes in occultism, and her main reason for her interest in Senpai is because.. she thinks he might be the next actual Incubus! so for the first few weeks you see her stalking the Basu Sisters, when her week comes, you can find her stalking Senpai. she’s also very condescending towards humanity but a coward. her hairstyle never changed since her childhood time. I gave her a more slimmer physique.
As for the uniform, it comes in many forms. but purple and red would be the main colour, showing how prestigious the school should be (despite some students having to break several rules like odd hair colours). Kizana wouldn’t be seen wearing anything unless its white. she doesn’t mind the skirt.
scenariooooo: Yoongi is a bad boy and Y/N is a good girl. he likes her even though she thinks he never notices her. She changes to be like Yoongi and confesses and gets rejected but it's because Yoongi likes her being herself (a good girl). Angst + Fluff Please!!
Good Girl, Bad Girl
I tapped my pencil looking around, as classmates filtered into homeroom, walking past my desk in the front. I had come early, like I did most days, my foot jiggling to unheard music. My books were laid in front of me, neatly, and organized, homework stuck in my blue plastic folder.
The door opened, and my breath hitched.
I watched him from the corner of my eye. His white shirt was untucked, the tie pulled low, the top buttons undone. Gold headphones hung around his neck, his black hair ruffled with a slight bed head. His dark eyes passed right over me, as he walked past my desk. I caught a faint whiff of vanilla as he passed my desk. My heart clenched tightly as he didn’t even glance at me.
I sighed, I really was that forgettable. A friend told me I was too boring, there was nothing exciting to me. I did all my work, was a straight A student, never got in trouble, hang out with good kids, and was student government president. I doodled in my notebook wondering if my was friend was right. Wondering if Yoongi would notice me if I was more like him. More like the girls he hung out with. My heart dropped at the thought of him being with one of them and not me.
With a huff, I sat up, staring at the green chalkboard in front of me. The date was scrawled in the corner, the light from the window landing, in almost a perfect stream, onto it. The teacher came in and we all stood to our feet. We bowed and sat back down.
The teacher gave us a smile, and told us to pull out our books. She began to lecture, but my mind kept wandering back to Yoongi. My hand moved on it’s own, as I already knew everything she was talking about.
“Y/N? Excuse me,” the teacher’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Y-Yes?” I stammered. I heard giggles behind me, my face heated up.
“What does exterminate mean in Korean?” she said, muddling the English word.
“To destroy something completely,” I recited. The teacher nodded, her lips set in a thin line. I went back to my notebook, and slammed it closed almost at once, earning another annoyed look from the teacher.
The page I had been writing on was covered in doodles of Yoongi. I had been so absorbed in my own thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it.
3 hours later the bell rang, and I joined the throngs of students heading towards the lunchroom. I picked up my tray, letting the lunch ladies load up my tray with rice, meat, soup, and vegetables. I began to walk back to my seat, and walked right into someone, causing my lunch tray to clatter and skid across the floor, and me to fall with it. My food was strewn across the floor, and my skirt was stained with soup. I looked up, and met the cold eyes of Yoongi. I felt myself go red.
He stared down at me, unsmiling. His white shirt had small grease stains on it, and a bit of rice was stuck to his collar. Yoongi turned, and walked away, the female by his side shooting me a glare over her shoulder. I hung my head, and began to clean up the mess I made.
“Need a hand?” someone asked. I looked up. The warm brown eyes of Jin were crinkled into a smile as he held out his large hand towards me. I took it.
“Thanks, sunbae,” I muttered, brushing rice off my shirt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“Yeah, just a little wet,” I said, motioning my wet skirt.
“Come sit with us,” Seokjin said, nodding his head to his table. I began to nod, stopping mid-way when I saw Yoongi sitting there.
“I’m okay, thank you,” I said quickly, bowing, and scurrying off to my own friends.
One thing was certain. Min Yoongi had noticed me now. But now, I really wished he hadn’t.
Maybe, now that he knew who I was I could change so he would like me better. Be like the girls he hangs around. Yes, that might just work…
Quill is dorky dad who loves singing and embarrassing his children and is platonically married to green space gal
Gamora is stern mom with extremely dry humor but who loves her children wholly and would not hesitate to murder a nation for them. She was probably like a huge celebrity years ago but only occasionally brings it up with family and always in a very cryptic manner.
Drax is Cool Uncle with the Tatts and he loves laughing and poking fun at everyone
Mantis is big starry eyed little sis who is ultimately too pure for what the world has to offer
Nebula is Edgy Older Sister who, if she had hair, would likely have a fringe over her eyes and would listen to MCR while staring out the window dramatically
Rocket is extremely tired old dog/trash panda who can secretly talk and only mantis and gamora know but Gamora doesn’t say anything about it and everyone assumes mantis is lying
Groot is of course their baby and if everyone but one in the group has to go, groot’s of course gonna be saved
The ravagers are like team skull grunts tbh and they’re all quills older brother even though quill has far outgrown the little brother title (maybe they’re all dorky dads to quill, who’s a dorky dad as well? Maybe there’s levels to the dorkiness)
Yondu is Ultimate Dad and also Mary poppins, he obviously has a big bad guy exterior but loves quill a lot and tries to be there for him (he’s gone SOFT on him)
Ego is assoholic step dad that literally no one likes. He would probably show up to BBQs uninvited and start talking about how, really ALL lives matter, yknow?
So am I the only one who rolls their eyes when they see that Bonner has liked another post of some busty babe? Yes we know you are a single red blooded guy but you don't want to be thought of like that other tool! Also if you were doing it to send a message I'm pretty sure message was received a while ago!
No you are not the only one 👀 😁😏….
But I see him do it so often now, that I am immune, I guess…..
He stopped for a while, now he is back.
Single guys do this stuff.
Hopefully, when he eventually settled down, he will respect his partner enough to unfollow and stop liking the “fringe” wannabe’s…. It would be very disrespectful to continue.
Personally, these women who post this stuff are interesting to me. Not for the pictures. They are a dime a dozen. But for why they are doing it.
For attention? Poor self esteem? To build their celebrity?
Ivan posted a robust model today 👍, with roles on her belly.
Give me a real person any day of the week, with flaws and all 👍👍👍👍👍.
Perfect doesn’t exist 👊👊👊👊!!!!
So the excessive hair, makeup, working out, “see me” posts are superficial.