Requests are closed. (Must be SFW only and please keep the requests simple. Suggestive is as close as I'll get to NSFW content. All I'm literally here to do is write things.)
"We need more freaks in the Devil May Cry fandom!" Y'all can't even handle Berial. Y'all can't even handle me saying I wanna fuck Nevan... IN GUITAR FORM.
IF YOU DON'T AGREE THAT THESE ARE THE SEXIEST DESIGNS IN DEVIL MAY CRY, YOU CANNOT CALL YOURSELF A FREAK
Please, I kindly ask you not to ignore this message. Your support, even just sharing, could truly help my family.
We recently shared our story of escaping Gaza and the painful journey to reunite as a family.
It has been devastating and overwhelming. We're doing everything we can, but we can't do it alone.
Getting our story seen could truly change our lives. Every share, repost, or donation brings us one step closer to safety and to each other.
If you can take a moment to support us or spread the word, it would mean more than we can express.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
And we're truly sorry if this message feels out of place, we're just holding onto hope.
I'm going to try a challenge for our little group, where we take this quiz and create your insert!
(You can use your Tumblr name/nickname, your actual name, or whatever you want your insert/Reader/OC to be called!)
I'll go first-
Meet Honey, a mutant with superhuman agility and senses, who is on the run from the mutants out to get them... They like to eat chicken and rice, love cats and birds and foxes, and make nests out of their blankets and stuffed animals...
I know I wasn't tagged (not that it matters) but here's my result and my OC/Avatar, DJ. A mutant with the enhanced stamina, strength and agility of Beast with the additional power of elemental control (Fire, Ice, Lightning) My second mutation is one that, unlike most, can be triggered as I see fit. An ability I call Trance. I also use a sword as my primary weapon.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻
Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.
All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!
Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down
If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can
Your kindness truly keeps us going
>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at Momen & his family
Hello Everyone,
I am Nour Al Madhoun, 30 years old, a computer engineer from gaza, my h… Tahir Awad needs your support for Help my family r
Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
Hello! Have you ever heard of a "city of the dead ⚰"?
It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚
Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.
It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you
>> Our campaign is vetted by @gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family
Hello Everyone,
I am Nour Al Madhoun, 30 years old, a computer engineer from gaza, my h… Tahir Awad needs your support for Help my family r
Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
Random thought. Where would Dante from Devil May Cry go when he finally kicked the bucket?
To preface this, Dante is a half demon, half human hybrid. So if and when he finally dies, does he automatically go to hell? Does he get trapped in limbo? Or does he go to heaven?
Random post, but I just found my very first phone. My Verizon flip phone. It's charging now and I already got rid of some... unwanted contacts. (That's all I will say on the matter)
Thinking of integrating that into some Final Fantasy cosplay like a mix between Cloud's Advent Children outfit and Vaan's Conflicted Hero outfit from FF Tactics A2.
As for props, it'll be my take on Cloud's Fusion Sword.
Here's some conceptual art of the outfit and Fusion Sword.
Been meaning to ask if you wanted to RP with me, even tho I'm not really good at it.
Thanks very much, it's good to be back!
And I would definitely be interested in RPing with you, provided you're all right with me taking my time with replies - I'm a touch slow to get to things at present, mostly due to my job and other writing commitments.
What character were you thinking of throwing my way? I didn't see a character profile or a Carrd or pinned message on your blog, so you'll have to forgive me and hold my hand a little, if that's all right. :)
How old are actually? Not saying this to spite you, genuinely curious.
*McCoy stares at you in comic book, where time is skewed through shrinking and dilation in comic issues. All of them doomed to a certain age, recycled and rebooted over and over. Never aging, never staying dead. They are immortal as long as the story requires them to exist. Cracks of the 4th wall form, making it visible to him for the first time. He becomes aware...he...*
McCoy shakes his head. He suddenly has a pressure headache. What had they been talking about?
Age. Right.
"Birthdays are something I don't keep track of, especially since my mutation has me aging slower than flatscans. I suppose I'm in my mid to late fifties, but you'll find I have the health and build of a young man in his early thirties. If you really need to know my exact age, find out dear little Hank's age and add twenty. Easy math for...perhaps not for you, but for most."
A/N: This pretty much goes without saying, but don't ever, and I mean EVER, cheat on your partner. Even if it's hypothetically justified, don't.
It was a late night in the Xavier institute, and you were wide awake, unable to sleep. So to tire yourself, you quietly wandered about the mansion, doing menial tasks to drain yourself.
At least, that's what you planned on doing. But as there wasn't anything to do, you just sat on the steps by the entrance in the main room, silent, defeated. Until a familiar voice entered the fray.
"Hello, dear." Hank said quietly as he approached.
He sat beside you and offered you a mug of hot chocolate, his special blend, which you took gladly as you both sat and drank in comfortable quiet.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
You weren't exactly one to be too open with how you felt, but Hank didn't need telepathy to know what was bothering you.
It had to do with something Magneto had told you earlier. Something that made you begin to question all that you knew.
You remember him asking you if you truly believed that Hank truly loved you, and he provoked you with the thought of him cheating on you for someone else.
And with those questions, you were sent on a spiral of questioning yourself and your commitment to your guys' relationship. So much so that you actively avoided Hank whenever you could, and when you couldn't avoid him altogether, you gave him the silent treatment but tried to signal to him that you wanted to talk privately.
You heard Hank move his arms and open himself up for a hug which you accept as he holds you gently, but firmly.
"I'm not exactly sure what Magneto told you," he said softly as he stroked the back of your head gently, "But I can assure you that whatever he said was merely a ploy to exploit you."
You snuggled up closer to his chest as he let out a soft purr and kissed you on the top of your head.
"I know," you said quietly, "But I still can't help but think about it. What if it's true?"
"If it were," he said, "I would've told you as soon as possible."
You knew that he wasn't lying. Hank had always made it a point to be 100% transparent with you about relationship issues as to not leave any room for others to exploit a potential rift opening between you two.
"And you are justified in thinking so, my dear," he said as he stroked your cheek, "Many people see others as mere objects to satiate their primal urges. A damn shame, since of those people, there were more than likely some that were willing to give them their hearts."
You set down your mug and so does he, you then look into each other's eyes. His calming sapphire eyes that had captured your heart so long ago. You then held his cheek as you leaned closer and kissed each other sweetly.
"Now, to bed, my love." He said as he carried you, meanwhile you held both mugs so he didn't have to.
In his bedroom, you set the mugs on the bedside table before he laid you in the bed and climbed on top of you, wrapping you in his arms, your back to his chest.
He turns off the light, drapes the blanket over the pair of you, and kisses between your neck and shoulder sweetly.
"I love you, Hank." You said as you felt your eyes grow heavy and your body weak.
"I love you too, Y/N" he said as he closed his eyes, pulled you closer to him and buried his face in the crook of your neck.