#shiniigamiism

[fcrhumanity-blog]

{{i feel like death. caddy get ur muse outta here}}

[fcrhumanity-blog]

@shiniigamiism

“Y-y-you’re..”

Oh she was in trouble now. That figure standing right in front of her was none other than Death himself. No one would dress like that after all. She wouldn’t have been so scared if not for what she did just moments ago. A child, just barely a few days old, with a very low chance of surviving. She had used her power to spare him long enough to save him from certain death.

And now she could very well be in some deep trouble.

“D-don’t.. don’t erase me!”

[necrochronology-blog]

     It made Tony wonder if or if not Death would be impressed by his transportation powers. One would not think that time should have such a capability. Yes, he could freely travel throughout the fabric of existence. He could see a piece of the string and point to it, exclaiming that he desires to go there. All he would have to do is reach, grab, and pull -- allowing himself to jump into that realm, to push himself into the past and stay for as long as he possibly desires. But that isn’t the only kind of manipulation the clock can do. He can do much more, such as teleport from place to place -- for wherever time exists in the world, or any world, Tony exists too. It’s how the world works. It’s how time works. If Tony senses time, he can flow through it. He can bend it and mystically reappear in any way, shape, or form that he desires.

     The clock was out. He was doing nothing, standing aside and watching civilization as they went through history. A new one had appeared in Syria, it seemed. It divided itself up through a war -- a major part of history that the clock knew would eventually be marked down in future books. He kept in his head to watch these two new countries fight and see who won. To captivate this moment and stick it in his mind, on the ruler of time that kept traveling farther and farther and farther, seeming to reach no end. Tony stood far away, watching from afar to see both civilizations. It was interesting how quick a new people could be born, only from the opinions of others. Curious hands were on steady legs. Gloves wrinkled up as the clock leaned forward to try and get a better view of a couple of raiders in one of the towns --

     That’s when he started  r i n g i n g. 

     He jumped, eyes popping out and his hands twirling furiously. Out of his mouth came the sound of cuckoo clocks, his screaming alarm, and metal bells ringing together. He couldn’t control himself for a moment, letting his whole body shake and vibrate about as this alarm took control. Nothing was in danger, that was for sure. Nothing big was happening to time itself. Daylight savings time happened recently, but it was an annual occurrence that Tony had sense gotten used to. There was no big war, no super-spurt of technology that could mean that Earth skipped decades upon decades of years, but instead a reminder.

     When Tony could contain himself, he lifted up a seizing arm for his wobbly vision to look at. On him, all of a sudden, came a watch. He read the time, just as he would report it to others. Eyes skit about rapidly to try and focus all of his attention on the watch that laid on his R I Z Dwrist. It took him a couple of moments, but then he remembered exactly what he scheduled himself for. The clock then stopped shaking, and he gasped to realize that he was a few minutes late. He scorned himself for it, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. One hand was thrown out to the side, the one arm in front of him clenched its hand into a fist.

   ❝ --- What am I doing?! Tony, get a grip of yourself!             Quit mucking around! This time is meant with             death, not staring  at the ground. ❞

     And that’s when the power happened. The clock ran through time, trying to find and pinpoint the very, exact time that Death was at this moment. Off went the white kuffiyah a top his head, disintegrating into space as the clock traveled through time. Speeding through blackness, dark matter and stars, out come his bowtie and the strings that kept his shoes tight on his feet. He then, in seconds, appeared right before Lord Death -- without any explanation. The air around seemed to twirl clockwise and counterclockwise at the same time. The light around grew dim and the sky grew to shades of red, blood, and apple. The apocalypse was looming overhead as the clouds in the sky swirled about furiously. The swirly existence twirled longer and longer until --

     It all stopped.

     And Tony was there, one hand on his waist, and the other suspended in thin air. He had a wide smile that almost, if just a little more twisted, would look like a grin.

   ❝ --- Death, I hope you do forgive me. I was standing,            watching history. New civilizations were born, and            you should already know it was under great scorn.            But there’s another time for that -- in the future, when            you and I don’t have guts to  s p l a t . ❞

[urzeitlich-blog]

HC + Mew's & Death's relationship~

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

Mew is really good at making good friends in a short amount of time, && that doesn’t exclude Death. But truth be told, it never expected to ever be friends with Death. The Pokemon never really thinks about death, && even prefers to stay away from death && dead/dying individuals. 

But the legendary genuinely likes Death. It doesn’t think of him as someone who kills, in fact, it doesn’t think about what Death is doing at all. If focuses on the happy times they spend together, treating Death just like any of its friends. However, they are already closer as Mew is with most of its ‘friends’, Death being someone it would love to see again.

[urzeitlich-blog]

canon mew: only appears to those pure of heart

my mew: is best friends with death

[wcrshipper-archive]

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A roleplaying pet peeve the mun has

honestly, the biggest pet peeve is how as a community as a whole, we are ridiculously judgmental. and in so many ways. if you don’t use a fancy theme you’re out, if you don’t use beautifully made icons you’re out, if you have any less aesthetic than what people want, your writing doesn’t matter. and really, i didn’t see this problem until… what, 2 years ago? i’ve been on tumblr writing for about 4 years now and it was just NOT like this ebfore than. 

Something the mun likes about their writing

its very difficult for me to like my own writing since personally i’m very judgmental of almost everything i post. however, it’d probably have to be my dialogue. its what i excel at and can do the easiest, and so it’s what i focus on in my threads.