pet butterfly

Originally posted by magically-strange

You know, I was just thinking about how really frickin’ ballsy is was of Marianne to outright storm into Bog’s castle without knowing exactly what to expect (other than ‘more’).  I mean, what if Bog had a whole Jabba the Hutt thing going on?

Marianne:  “Release my sister!”

Bog:  “Summon the Rancor!!!”

Marianne:  “Summon the what?”

Originally posted by ghostofcheney

Gonta, Korekiyo, Ryoma, Kirumi, and Tenko reacting to their trans s/o’s parents being transphobic and emotionally abusive

I hope this is okay!~Mod Gonta

Gonta Gokuhara:
-When you first tell him about this, you need to explain transphobia and emotional abuse to him.
-When he gets the point, he is highly horrified and distraught to the point of nearly crying.
-This turns into visible fury.
-“How could someone do this to you??? They need to learn to be gentleman!”
-He is tempted to confront your parents, but he knows thats not gentleman-like.
-He gives you a giant Gonta hug.
-“Gonta promises that he will never let this happen again!”
-If your parents ever say anything transphobic and mean again, he will take you to look at his pet butterflies to help calm you down.
-He doesn’t exactly have the money to get a new apartment, so he lets you move in with him!

Korekiyo Shinguuji:
-He is extremely disgusted once you tell him.
-“What ugly, vile humans…treating their own child with this disrespect…”
-He wants to go “teach your parents a lesson”
-You know its gonna turn ugly so you have to convince him that its not worth it.
-His view on humanity changes drastically.
-Afterwards, he tries to distance you as much as possible from your parents to the point where you barely hear from them.
-He reads you calming folklore stories and poems to help you forget about them more.
-He constantly reminds you that he loves you no matter what and will try to help the best he can with your transition.
-He ends up finding a small but nice apartment for the both of you to live in together so you can escape your parents permanently.

Ryoma Hoshi:
-Once you tell him this, he instantly feels awful.
-He wishes he could have known about this earlier so he could have protected you more.
-This quickly turns into extreme anger, he is already out the door making his way to your parent’s house
-You have to drag him back inside and convince him that violence does not solve anything.
-He’s not the best at comforting people but he tells you he’s sorry that this all happened to you and he will never let anything remotely like this happen to you again.
-He ends up having extra room in his place, so you two get to stay there together.
-This causes him to become extremely protective of you.
-You two are shopping for clothes and someone gives you a dirty look? He instantly flips them off and tells them to f*ck off.

Kirumi Toujou:
-Once she finds out about your parents being like this, she is very shocked.
-She can’t believe that the supposedly “nice” people she had once met were these monsters.
-She is also livid, but she’s very good at hiding it, so you think she’s trying to stay calm.
-She kisses you on the forehead, and tells you that she loves you and will support you 100% and will get you anything you need for your transition.
-Your parents forced you to wear clothing/accessories based on your biological sex? They’re going in the trash.
-Afterwards, she works longer hours in order to save up enough money for you both to find a new apartment together.
-She’s burnt out and tired, but she doesn’t want you to live with those monsters anymore.

Tenko Chabashira:
-Probably the most visibly angry out of everyone.
-She’s literally trembling with anger.
-She’s running out the door to go practice her Akido moves on your parents.
-You have to hold her back so she doesn’t do anything drastic, and you convince her being violent will just make things worse.
-“Tenko will protect you at all costs! Tenko will never let those filthy, nasty transphobes hurt you again!”
-If your parents say more transphobic and hurtful stuff towards you, she will make sure to lecture them on why they’re wrong and ignorant.
-Like Ryoma, she already has room in her place so you get to live with her.
-Afterwards, she will always be leaving you little notes with inspiring quotes on them to help you get through the day.
-If you’re ever feeling sad, Tenko will take you to practice Akido with her to help you get your mind off of stuff!

anonymous asked:

SO I SAW A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT HAVE AN ANON MAKE THIS SUGGESTION BUT ID LOVE IT IF YOU COULD WRITE A SCENARIO WHERE MARINETTE AND ADRIAN AND HER FRIENDS ARE ALL PLAYING SCATTERGORIES AND THEY ROLL B AND THE CATEGORY IS NICKNAMES AND ADRIAN SHOUTS "bugaboo" AND ACCIDENTALLY REVEALS HIS IDENTITY TO MARINETTE THANK YOU BLESS YOUR SOUL

omgHAHAHAHA okay let’s whip up a quick thing and tag @geek-fashionista​​ @krzed​​ for their idea for the dorks’ reactions.


“Okay, so we each get one of these,” Nino said, handing Adrien an answer pad. “Here’s where we write down the answers to these categories over on this list here.”

Adrien nodded, determined green eyes examining his answer pad carefully as one would a legally binding contract. Goodness, but he was an enchanting mix of adorable and intense, and Marinette could barely keep herself from sighing.

This was a great idea. Alya was always full of great ideas, but this was one of her stellar ones as of late. Scattergories was not only a fun game, but it was one that helped people get to know each other better by finding out what kind of things were at the top of their head. And Marinette definitely 100% would like to know more about Adrien. 

“So, for example–” Nino was saying, but Marinette barely heard him. How many obscure color names would Adrien know? she wondered.

“–if we roll the die and get a ‘B’, all your answers have to start with a ‘B’–”

How about Adrien’s knowledge in pizza toppings? Is he even allowed to eat pizza as a model?

“So for the Nickname category you can put–”

What thing with spots would he think of first?

“Buginette!”

Marinette jolted out of her daydream, shoulders tensing and brain torn between Don’t call me Buginette! and oh my god I’ve been discovered– and wait, was that Adrien who–?! Across the table from her, Adrien’s smile was broad, and in his eyes was a mischievous sparkle that Marinette found foreign and familiar at the same time.

“What kind of a nickname is Buginette?” Alya snorted. Marinette was sure that was the only thing keeping everyone else from noticing her mini freakout that was edging its way out of “mini” holy–

“It’s a perfectly good nickname,” Adrien defended, looking almost offended, almost as if he used it on a regular basis but that couldn’t be right because who would Adrien call Buginette on a regular basis–

“A nickname for what, your pet butterfly?”

“Or ladybug,” Adrien muttered, effectively pouting by now and oh my god did he mean ladybug or Ladybug because those were two very different things and the difference was Very Very Important–

“C'mon, Alya,” Nino cut in, laughing a little, “cut him some slack, yeah? It’s his first time to play this game.”

“Okay, okay,” Alya conceded. “But for clarity and simplicity, let’s stick with nicknames typically used for people. So, for example if we rolled a ‘C’, the nickname could be–”

“Chaton.”

There was no taking back the name that slipped from her lips. Marinette could only watch, fascinated and mortified, as Adrien went rigid, his eyes blowing wide as his gaze jerked up to collide with hers.

“Marineeeette,” Alya all but whined. “That’s not a nickname for people.”

“It could be,” Marinette answered slowly, not looking away from the boy who was looking like his throat was tight from keeping a scream from escaping, "if he had magical cat ears.“

Our Eyes Ch. 2 (Steve x reader)

Hello my loves. Before we get started, I just want to let you all know that you all are amazing and I love you guys so much. I hope this series gets somewhere good, and that my story line holds up. So, if you like it, let me know :) xoxo

Description:You’re a quiet girl who hangs around coffee shops, capturing what you see onto paper. You’ve always minded your own business, never getting involved with anyone in any relationship for reasons you’d rather not say out loud. He’s a super soldier who keeps to himself, never one to really talk to anybody that he doesn’t have to. He’s been through a lot, but never talked about it, always shoving it into the back of his mind. A chance encounter makes some sort of connection between you two and suddenly everything changes. Your eyes tell a story, as well as his, but will either of you find the courage to say it?

Warnings: None

Chapter 1

Masterlist 


You walked through your front door, tossing your purse on the small chair in the living room. You were exhausted from work, the bags under your eyes were evidence of that. The sky was dark, no longer the bright, light blue you had seen earlier at the coffee shop. It was now replaced with a dark, navy blue, specs of white showing up here and there. You slumped against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest, and sighed, placing your head in your hands. 

“Another shift closer to getting the studio.” You tilted your head towards the ceiling, staring at the light fixture above you. The was a studio in the city that you had been looking at, hoping that you could come up with the money to purchase it. You wanted your own space to paint and sketch, and not cramping all your supplies into the corner. It was honestly the only thing motivating you to go to work these days. But, today was different. Ever since you left that coffee shop, Steve had been hanging around in the back of your mind, his kind and tired eyes blazing a trail through your memory. The small apartment was completely silent, the only sound was the sound of your breathing. You checked the time, 11pm. 

Oh my god, what if I creeped him out? What if I scared him off? Was I too straight forward? Damn it. You kept thinking to yourself as you slowly went from sitting against the wall to sprawled out on the floor. You were mentally face palming yourself for possibly freaking out the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. Drawn in by your own thoughts, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. You froze, still sprawled out on the ground. Figuring that you should probably pick it up because it might be someone from work, you crawled over to your bag and fished for your phone. 

It was a number that wasn’t in your contacts, but the area code was the same as yours. Probably someone from work. You thought to yourself as you pressed the answer button.

“Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear, the screen cool against your face.

“Hey stranger.” It was him. He actually called. His voice sounded so smooth and you could practically hear the smile on his face. 

“Steve! Hey, you called.” You were so nervous, you couldn’t believe that he actually called you. You were just a girl in a coffee shop, for crying out loud. But, hey, you weren’t complaining. 

“Yeah,” you could hear him chuckle through the phone. “I thought to myself, why not call that talented and beautiful girl from the coffee shop?” Blood began to rush to your cheeks as you bit your lip, a smile reaching across your face. 

“Awh, well I’m glad you called. I just got home from work.” You plopped yourself on the love seat couch. 

“And how was that?” You could hear the roughness in his voice as he got more tired. 

“Don’t even ask, my job is literal hell.” You chuckled through your words, but the pain was definitely there. 

“What do you do?” Steve was interested in you. He wanted to know more. 

“I’m a bartender. And I’d just like to say that it’s not the most fun job when wasted men at trying to hit on you.” You smiled, looking out the window, watching the cars pass by. 

“Oh god, that does sound awful.” His voice made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “How about I steal you away for a night from all the drunk men? Would you give me the honor of taking you out on a date, doll?” 

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. The pet name made butterflies go around your stomach. When you realized that you had paused for a long time, you finally said something. 

“I’d love to, Steve.” You were grinning from ear to ear. He just asked you out on a date. You were speechless. “I’m off Friday night.” 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight?” Your face was beginning to ache from all the smiling. 

“Sounds great. I’ll text you my address. See you then?” You couldn’t believe this was really happening. You were finally feeling happy again, which you hadn’t been in months. 

“See you then. Sleep well, yeah? Goodnight, beautiful.” 

“Goodnight, Steve.” You hung up the phone and squealed into the pillow. God, he was such a charmer. You felt like you were in high school again, fawning over the coolest kid in school. Steve seemed like a sweet guy, who also happened to be completely handsome. You wanted to see where this would go, you wanted to give the guy a chance. Turning off all the lights and heading to your room, you asked yourself if this was a good idea. As your closed the door to your bedroom, you finally came to a conclusion. You were going to let it happen, you were willing to let him in. Sleep tugged at your mind, one last thought releasing itself before your eyes flitted closed. 

I’m rooting for you, Steve. 


Ahhhh, how’s you like chapter two? If you want to be tagged, let me know. I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but I’m guessing there’s going to be at least as many as Battered and Bruised. Have a wonderful evening everyone, I love you all. xoxo

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A couple of recent doodles
Skeptical Suzy and her pet, Butterfly Owl

Skeptical Suzy ain’t no floozy.
Humble and sweet, talks no conceit.
Will call your bluff when enough is enough.
Understands fake brings about heartache.
Walks away from pain, thinks beyond the mundane.
Loyalty is her trump card unless you betray her courtyard.
She detects your lies yet she’ll never chastise.
Often thinks with her heart, compassionate, known as a sweetheart.
Believes small things matter most.
Always worrying from her queen post.
Notices only her flaws
Above any praise or applause.
Needs time to reflect and analyze
To choose thoughts only wise.
Knows if something can’t be fixed
Unfortunately it shall be deep sixed.

Profile - Misaki Kyuusei

FACE CLAIM: None
NAME: Misaki Kyuusei

AGE: 24 summers old
HEIGHT: 155cm (5'0")
SPECIES: Au Ra - Raen

GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: 31st Sun of the 4th Astral Moon
RESIDENCE: Lavander Beds (apartment)

MARTIAL STATUS: Single
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
DRINK: Doman Wine, juice (preference for lemon and passion fruit).
FOOD: Dark Chocolate cake, lemon pie.
DAY OR NIGHT: Night
SNACKS: ——–
SONGS: Symphonic/Gothic Metal, and a bit of everything else
PET: A butterfly that always appears when she’s sad
COLOR: Black, Red, Blue, Silver, Green
FLOWER: Viola, Black/Red Rose.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Monogamy
BODY TYPE: Curvy
EYE COLOR: White hues with Black Limbal Rings (Crimson Limbal Rings under control of her Dark Knight Soul Crystal)
HAIR COLOR: Black