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☠ Sexuality (Fuyu and Xaye please)

Both Fuyu and Xaye are bisexual. Fuyu is attracted to only male and female icejins and Xaye is attracted to male and female Icejins ,earthlings and saiyans.

Understood ? Practice dude.

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My 4 year old nephew loves to paint his nails. Any time he sees someone wear nail polish he asks if he can have some too. The most difficult part is getting him to decide what color, because he he wants all of them.

Nail polish is for everyone.

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I really had no plan for the setting. I just really wanted to draw Cooler like this.

Reblog if you love all of your rp partners <3

(transparent) if ur mean to scorbunny, incineroar goes to ur house and breaks ur kneecaps

@cosmic-dim-sum-dragon I LUV

My cowboy icejin raised on earth, Frio Grande~

That pretty funny!

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here’s some stupid thing I wrote however long ago

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it’s about a grumpy janitor and a super villain

Well. Nicholas thought. Shit.

He’d finally, finally been left alone in this place, all the heroes going off to do some hero things. Which meant he’d finally actually get this place clean and maybe keep it that way for more than an hour!

But noooo. One of the most powerful super villains had apparently decided that, instead of joining his fellow villains in their weird plan to take the world together and divide it up (How did that make sense? They’d probably just fight over it), he would attack the base. Of fucking course.

The super villain grinned viciously at him, the violent winds he controlled dying down. He was a weird one, unpredictable, and for some reason the only villain in the city who had refused to make up a villain name. It had been left to the heroes to make up one for him, and, while they were known for their, well, heroism, creativity sure as hell was not up their alley.

Nicholas bravely clutched his mop. “Wind Master!” he spat.

Wind Master rolled his eyes. “Such a ridiculous name. Really.”

“Well, it’s your fault for not coming up with your own!” Oh shit. Did he just snap at a super villain?

Yes. Yes he did. Wind Master stared at him. Nicholas swallowed. Well. This was it. This was how he died. Farewell, cruel world. Mom, I’d like to thank you for everything you did, I know I can be an asshole, but I really do appreciate you and-

Wind Master laughed. He. Fucking. Laughed.

Nicholas glared. “Are you laughing at me?!”

Wind Master didn’t answer. He was too busy giggling.

What! No one, but no one, laughed at Nicholas! He’d had enough of that in high school, dammit!

Nicholas let out a battle cry and swung his mop at the villain.

As he should have expected, he was knocked on his ass by a gust of wind.

Wind Master smirked. “I must say, I’ve never been attacked with a mop before.”

“Yeah, well, first time for everything,” Nicholas grumbled, his ass, and his ego, smarting.

“Ha! True! Well, as amusing as this has been, random citizen, kindly tell me the whereabouts of a certain Golden Flame–ridiculous name, if you ask me, but what can one expect from a man with the imagination of a teaspoon– would you? We were going to face off today, and he’s late.” Wind Master sounded so put out that it was almost funny.

Almost.

Nicholas stared. “Uh… he’s with the rest of the heroes, defending the world? From the mass super villain attack?” Shit, don’t tell him you’re alone! Godammit Nicholas!

Wind Master blinked. “Oh. That.”

“Um… yeah.”

Wind Master sighed. “How dull. I’d have thought he would be above such petty squabbles.”

Nicholas stared incredulously. He had a feeling he had a whole lot more of incredulous stares to go through. “Defending the world is petty?”

“It is,” Wind Master said, “when it involves ignoring me.”

O-kay? This was the world-feared Wind Master? The deadly rival of the great Golden Flame? He looked like a 5 year old pouting because he couldn’t have cookies!

Wind Master broke Nicholas’s thoughts with a dramatic sigh. He plopped (Gracefully, somehow. How the hell does one plop gracefully?) into one of the few chairs not reduced to cinders from Golden Flame’s recent temper tantrum.

Nicholas unleashed Incredulous Stare # 3. Wind Master smiled innocently at him.

Nicholas cleared his throat. “Uh… what the hell are you doing?”

“Waiting,” Wind Master said.

“Waiting.”

“Yes,” Wind Master said serenely. “That silly battle will have to end eventually. I shall just wait for Golden Flame to return.” He looked around. “Do you have a coffee machine? I feel like a hero base should have one, you know?”

“Er… yes, but-” Wait. Why the hell was he telling this guy anything?! He was intruding on Nicholas’s precious peace! At this rate, he’d never finish cleaning and Golden Flame would reduce his pay! Again! He was barely making above minimum wage, dammit!

Righteous fury flowed through Nicholas’s veins. He was going to give this guy what for!

He straightened his back, raised his mop like it was a mighty weapon, and glared. Not just glared, oh no. He Glared With Righteousness.

Wind Master looked mildly interested, which only further fueled the Righteous Fury.

“Leave,” Nicholas hissed in his most deadly voice.

Wind Master titled his head. “Hmmm?”

“Leave!” Nicholas shouted. “You don’t have the right to barge in here and interrupt my work day! I need the money, do you know how many damn bills I have, and I swear to God, if Golden Flame docks my pay because of this, I’m going to hunt you down and you’ll wish you’d never been born!” He flung his mop at the super villain.

It flew off target and landed quite a few feet away from Wind Master.

“Well,” Wind Master said.

Nicholas’s anger died down as quickly as it had come. Oh God. Oh. God. He’d just threatened a super villain. He’d thrown a mop at him!

Mom, your son is an idiot.

Wind Master looked slightly concerned. “Oh. That… you look a bit upset. The um… the mop almost hit me?”

“No, it didn’t,” Nicholas said flatly.

“No,” Wind Master agreed.

“Just… kill me quickly.”

Wind Master gave him a weird look. “Why would I kill you?”

“Because you’re a… super villain?”

“Pfft. Stereotypes. As if I didn’t have better things to do than kill some random person.” Wind Master grinned. “Besides, I rather like you.”

“Wat.”

The villain’s grin grew and he stood up. Before Nicholas could blink, the guy was right in front of him, that weird power of the wind making him ridiculously fast. Wind Master leaned in very closely, his long black hair falling over his face like a curtain.

Nicholas’s face heated.

“It isn’t often,” Wind Master whispered, “that someone tries to stand up to me. Most would have fainted in terror or screamed for our dear absent Golden Flame.” He leaned closer.

He smelled like rain and crisp winter air, Nicholas thought absently.

He shook his head. The hell did that mean?

Wind Master’s face hovered inches away from Nicholas’s. His lips parted, ever so slightly, and Nicholas’s brain stuttered.

Then the villain pulled back, grinning. “Well. Let’s wait for Golden Flame, yes?”

“Uh…”

Wind Master laughed and wandered off to look at some random paintings Golden Flame had made himself. It was art, he’d insisted. It looked like a kindergartner’s scribbles.

It took Nicholas a moment to realize Wind Master had shoved something in his hand. It was a small card. It-

Oh my God.

Wind Master, Wind Fucking Master had put his phone number on the card