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This will likely be the last post I ever make on this website. I don't have a non roleplay blog to post it on, and it would be pointless to make one now.

I know I've been too busy to actually post anything for a long time, but I've been watching.

I'm tired, everyone. My creativity has been all but completely stomped out. My job is relentless, demanding unnecessary overtime. I don't get more than ten to twelve hours of sleep in a given week anymore. This insatiable capitalism has taken everything in me that is not a worker and pounded it so far into the dirt until even my family feels like little more than a hobby. All in the name of "the ends justify the means". We live in a society where we've fabricated our own downfall. We've let ourselves be talked into thinking that the most valuable thing we can have is money. That our lives aren't even worth the money we have, but rather are only worth how much money we make for our employers. And the summary of that value is...never enough. They're never satisfied, because they're always in need of more. So they'll always demand more from us.

I even told my boss that all of this overtime was not affording me the ability to get adequate sleep. It's affecting my performance at work, and I'm feeling braindead. Her response was simply to tell me to "prepare to be even more braindead, because this overtime isn't stopping any time soon".

At this point, I guess I just wanted to say goodbye. And thank you. We may not have ever interacted before, but just know that I appreciate every one of you, and I wish I'd had more time to create with you all. But my time here is done.

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send me an AU and i’ll tell you 5 of my headcanons for it

Freeza sat in silence for a minute, digesting the information before heaving a distressed sigh. “So, it seems I’ll be needing to have a word with Captain Ginyu.” The words were spoken calmly, but there was an underlying rage in the tyrant’s voice. To up the ante on training was one thing, but to do so in a manner that cost the men their sleep was a grievous oversight on Ginyu’s part. Still, Ginyu had been faithful, which was to be rewarded with some leniency. “In light of this news, Jeice” he began again “I’ll be giving you an order.” There was a growl in his voice now, irritated but controlled. “It sounds as though you’ve been pushed to your limit. I will be recanting my previous offer, and this order will take its place. Pour yourself a glass of wine, on your way out. You will not be taking a nap today. I want you to head to the medical bay. Tell Appule to place you into a healing pod.” By now, Freeza was already out of his throne, and had begun pacing in thought. “You will sleep in there. No less than eight hours. When you’ve finished, report to me.”

#stylepose

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@emperor-freeza / cont.

❛ Really, Lord Freeza, you’d actually let me do that–? ❜ Already, it was clear that he had been trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, drowsiness overtaking even his shortest of sentences. For weeks, now, he’d been cutting back on sleep, per Ginyu’s request between a new training regime and a sudden onslaught of consecutive missions that had managed to knock the warrior flat on his ass. In short– he was absolutely burnt. Yet, to disappoint anyone would be a failure to himself, anything short of praise may as well have been an insult.

❛ I– yeesh, y– yeah, thanks, my Lord. I’m dizzy. Like, real bloody dizzy. I hate t’admit it, but I’d be right stupid not t’take your offer. ❜

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“Of course.” The emperor sighed, tapping his tail against the side of his throne. “I expect my men to take the utmost care of themselves, Jeice. I demand peak performance from my soldiers.” He hadn’t missed the symptoms his minion had described. Sleep deprivation at its finest, he supposed. “Not taking any offer from me would be stupid, yes.” Freeza chimed. “But before you go, Jeice. Tell me why you, a member of my army, have not been receiving the mandatory eight hours of sleep.”

#stylepose #yo!

▼ - childhood headcanon

// LOL much like Shallot, himself, you don’t pull any punches, do you?

@shallxt

// okay, so, this took quite a bit of thought. i usually don’t think about Freeza’s childhood, ever since the last headcanon i had about it was blown out of the water by Toriyama coming out and saying that Freeza was born of King Cold, and ONLY King Cold. but i think i’ve got an acceptable one. Freeza is short. like, crazy short. i think this is actually because he’s suffered from insomnia from a very young age. as a result, his body was not able to maximize its growth as he aged. on top of this, he became paranoid, due to never TRULY being able to let his mind rest and recover; again, something which is primarily done while one is sleeping. over the years, his insomnia only got worse; to the point where he would go months, sometimes a full year without sleeping. in the end, this drove him to the brink of madness. a point that he was finally pushed to after being defeated by Goku. after that, he almost NEVER sleeps anymore.

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Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon. Yes. Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

“I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.”

Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

@stylepose

“Fine.” The emperor groused. “You’re an important member of my specialized assault force, so I will afford you the privilege of a one hour nap. After that, drink some espresso and get back to work.”

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Send 😱 and my muse will give your muse TERRIBLE advice.

This is meant to be a joke but feel free to turn answers into serious threads!

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“I’m surprised you would come to me, of all people with this problem.” The emperor hummed thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, I’m not much in the way of romance. Perhaps you might talk about this with Guldo? Before he was part of the Force, I heard he had quite the reputation among females.”

// okay, i’m here after a super tiring day. i know i owe a couple replies, but imma just put them on the back-burner for now. until then, i humbly request an onslaught of memes in my ask box; please and thank you.

#OOC

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Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment!

#OOC #mobile

The galactic tyrant silently made his way to the bay doors with an eerie silence, one that had his men backing away from him; each of them wearing a face of pure horror. Some looked to the large monitoring screen, which depicted several images of an alien civilization. Freeza would turn his eyes over to the woman one final time, pointing to the massive window to her right. There she would see the full view of the planet below, a lush planet with golden grass and deep amber waters, shining like a bright jewel in the vast darkness of space. The emperor then looked to the bay doors at the ceiling of the ship and began to make his slow ascent, flying out into the dark and cold beyond the vessel. Many of the men aboard would comment how unbelievable it was that their lord could survive at all, let alone breathe, in the icy vacuum outside. Freeza would position himself miles away, between the ship and the planet. It had been a nuisance, anyway. For months, the planet below had resisted his will. Bested his soldiers, and had dared to openly oppose him. Thus, this display would be, in a sense, therapeutic for the emperor. He would raise a single hand, extending only his index finger. The soldiers in the room around the woman would have their gazes locked in terror, some commenting about how their own men were still on the planet. At that moment, a ball of fiery energy began to form above Freeza’s extended finger; tiny, at first. But it rapidly began to grow, only taking half a minute before it was larger than the nearby moon that orbited the planet. A simple flick of his wrist sent the entire mass hurtling toward the world below. By the time the tyrant reentered his ship and stood at the command station again, that shining and beautiful world was already gone; the monitors long since having gone dark and silent, after a brief display of screams and a burst of explosive light. “That’s better.” Freeza sighed, causing all of the soldiers to frantically return to work. “Now, as promised, you will know before whom you stand.” He held his hands out, taking up an almost messiah-style posture. “I am Freeza, Emperor of the known universe.”

#fiercekunoichi #long post #the boi is all about bravado lol

“Oh, my boy, I would never lie about something like this.” He said, a malicious glee shining in his voice. “In fact, the Saiyans were not slaves. They were more like mercenaries.” The tyrant held up one hand, palm facing upward. “They would seek out planets they thought I would want, invade, decimate the population- sometimes even completely exterminating the peoples of that world, and then they would offer me that planet. And, in return, I would pay them for it.” He made sure to lock eyes with the Saiyan. “I would pay them not only with money. I would pay them with upgraded technology. With weapons and armor. This was all an arrangement between Vegeta’s father, the king of Saiyans, and my own father. This ‘slavery’ Vegeta spoke of was nothing more than bitterness. After the Saiyan home planet was destroyed, I took in the survivors; Nappa, Raditz, and Vegeta himself. I still pay them for their services, just as I have always done. And Vegeta and Nappa happen to be the two best individuals at the planetary conquest task. They’ve ended more lives than anyone else who works for me.” Oh, how delicious this moment was. For the emperor did so relish the palpable anguish the truth often caused its victims. And of how that damage was so much more difficult to heal, knowing that he would, eventually, no matter how many lies were told, find out that this was the truth.

But, indeed, back to the matter at hand. “You’ll do well to remember that part of the agreement, Shallot.” Freeza said, his voice snide and amused all at once. “I asked you to work for me. And you agreed. You. Work. For. Me.” A statement that would have further example given. Another beam of energy would lose from the index finger of the emperor’s already raised hand, launching just shy of Shallot’s arm; completely passing him by to kill the traitorous soldier that had been standing behind the Saiyan. “So let me clarify. I do care about my men. But only so long as they remain my men and follow my orders.”

#shallxt

“Seer Taiko. Pleasure to finally be acquainted properly.” He gave a mirthful chuckle, following closely in tow. Indeed, the emperor didn’t truly care about drawing attention. In fact, he was rather counting on it. He wanted everyone to see the seer guiding him. Wanted everyone to think, to know, that she was now associated with Freeza. His gaze was eventually drawn to the Namekian’s dwelling, taking note of the joint work-home design.

He looked the structure up and down, appraising it as they continued their approach. “So, this is your...home, I assume? How quaint.” The tyrant hummed as the tip of his tail began to periodically tap against the side of his hover throne. “Would you care to explain how this is going to work? I must admit, I’m more than a tad skeptic. For a very long time, I’ve held the notion that mystic sight is nothing more than a myth. I’m giving you a chance to prove otherwise.” After all, he’d done the same with the Dragon Balls, and those turned out to be very real indeed.

#seerxxtaiko

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@emperor-freeza replied to your post: me: oh I forgot to put where her hollow hole is…

//maybe on her solar plexus, just above her naval?

I gave Vegito the solar plexus but I could do that for Sakura too just cause.

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// well, if you wanted something original, you could go unorthodox and have her hole be on her dominant hand. it’d be an interesting symbol for how important her hands are, drawing attention to the one, and would also mislead people into thinking it was either a wound or a hindrance.

#fiercekunoichi #i mean solar plexus works as the core of the body and could be seen as the centermost energy pool in the body #but no need to be conventional all the time right? :P

The head of Goku.

If there was an altar dedicated to My Muse, what would your Muse place there as an offering?

“I see someone’s gunning for a promotion to vice commander of the Freeza Force.”

#this was nice to wake up to lol

// why is it unacceptable to call your boss out on making bad calls and shitty decisions? i mean, the employees are the most immediately affected by this shit. we should have the right to go "well, that'd be a bad idea" without being punished.

#OOC #mobile #mini rant during lunch break

The lengthy silence didn’t exactly sit very well with the emperor. In fact, it left him more irritated than anything. He did so despise being made to wait for an answer. But wait he would, if it meant the possibility of obtaining a being with mystic sight under his thumb. He could see the internal struggle on the other’s face, taking mild delight in the low-key torture. No doubt, this was going to be an agonizing process for the Namekian; but Freeza was confident that they would make the wise choice.

His features twisted into a strange sort of genuine glee, wafting his hand to the side. “I shall accompany you there, myself, then. Please, lead the way. I suppose I should learn your name, if you’re going to be lending me your gift. How shall I address you, Seer...?” He left a pause, as if to imply that the Namekian was to fill in a blank of some sort.

#seerxxtaiko

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