To anyone that’s still a mutual of mine, I’m sorry about being gone for 3 months. I just don’t have the drive to use this account anymore. I’m in the middle of deciding if I just want to make a new account or trash this whole blog into something new.
Every time I open up this account, I don’t feel happy or excited like I used to be. Now, I just cringe every time I look at this account. It reminds me too much of how happier and passionate I used to be.
My depression hasn’t made this any better. I haven’t felt any commitment in staying invested with the fandoms I used to love. It’s just a fleeting feeling that comes and goes everyday. I barely have any energy on some days to even bother interacting online.
I’ve had some good times with this account, and some not-so-good times with this account. I think it’s time to just disappear from ‘Nicasdreamer’ and rename myself into something else.
Thank you to all my mutuals who chatted with me, supported me, and let me do the same for you. And thank you to everyone who enjoyed my content 💜✨
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Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, guys. My mentality has been going through a constant on and off depressive mood for a long while now.
On some days, I wanted to be active again and interact with my mutuals again. But it just never happened.
I wanted to get back into the fandoms I was normally in, but I slowly lost a passionate interest in posting about them. I’ve been lingering around and seeing some posts occasionally, but I was scared to interact again after being gone for so long.
Therapy has been helping me deal with my personal struggles. I’m not always gonna be on here, but I definitely won’t abandon my tumblr or delete it. I’ll still come on here and hopefully be active again.
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Since i been away for too much time without posting (It was because school and forgive me for It)i wanted to start a tumblr chain! So show me your wallpapers! (Both of them but only if you want to ofc!)
I'll start first!:
The first one:
And the home page one!:
(i screenshoted It from my gallery)
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Hiii there~ can I ask for a favor to write with healing plot for Indra from Snv plsss? I find him quite sarcasm, carefree but solitude. Reader will be the one to enter to his life and accompany with him and lift up his spirit. thank youuuuu
Ofcourse! I hope i did this right! Sorry if it’s not how you want it to be! Sorry if it’s short, feel free to ask more things/ scenarios if you like!
Into the light
⚡️Indra x fem! Reader ⚡️
I based this a lil off the mythology since i’m hindu myself! Sorry if it’s bad. It’s my first request😭
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Indra sometimes thinks about why he fell for you. It’s something he can’t quite bring into question. He is a sarcastic, arrogant, carefree but lonely god. Often left alone and only caring about fighting. His life had a normal routine. He always smoked, fought, sought trouble, then sleeps. It was something he did daily for centuries. Something he considered the norm. He didn’t hate it, nor disliked it. Feelings and emotions weren’t his thing, this caused him to be uninterested in most things in his life even more. Indra isn’t one to love, nor to have a crush on someone. One can say that his title as the god of the storms and thunder fits him well for his personality. A gloomy yet nonchalant god. It became a running joke between Rudra and Shiva to refer to him as a clouded man. Not that Indra minded anyway.
Yet, one faithfull day he watched over the earth from the heavens, the rain pouring over the land, the shadows of the clouds casting a rather gloomy and grey like atmosphere on the lands. It made him smirk to see how right most gods and deities were about him, the rain and thunder, the grey clouds and gloomy atmosphere really fit him as they say. It was almost laughable. One of his hand was brought to his mouth, between his middle and index finger was a cigarette, his mind was amused by himself and his thought, yet his eyes held the same uninterested look. The slight damp, yet still lit cigarette hanging on for it’s life while a small puff of smoke escaped his lips. The smell of tobacco filling his nostrils. Smoking was something that he did often, yet it was something that brought him a slight bit of joy.
Indra’s eyes were still dull, lazily watching over the humans who disliked the rain, complaining about the weather and their mood worsening what made him chuckle. Yet he his eyes soon caught the attention of one of the mortals who seemed happy in the rain. This confused him, a mortal? Happy? Because of rain and thunder he causes intentionally? It made him raise an eyebrow. It almost baffled the god. No logical reason came to his mind as to why one would like this gloomy, annoying and depressing atmosphere and weather. Yet, because it was so illogical it also intrigued him more. Are you doing this to catch his attention? Well, you certainly succeeded. He finds you interesting, but don’t let that fool you. Indra is only interested, not placing trust in you.
That faithful day where he suddenly showed interest in you changed everything in his life. Many other gods had things to say and found it suspicious that Indra often spent his time on earth, a place he almost never went to and caused bad weather on for his own fun. No one knew much about the god himself anyway, only his routine and basic knowledge. What was only that he smoked a lot. Indra himself on the other hand hadn’t noticed how much you changed his life. He felt more..alive. He couldn’t even described what he felt for you. Every time he saw you the thunder and rain stop, the shadows of the clouds moved away, the thick gloomy atmosphere casted upon himself and the land suddenly disappeared, and a ray of sunshine shined brightly. A sunshine that symbolized the new light in his life. You. His dear mortal lover who made him realize that the thunder and rain needed the sun. You meant so much to him, to a deep level even the sea bottom was more accessible to reach. Your bright and warm smile, the beaming radiation of happiness that you brought along with you no matter where you went, your humble yet patient personality that helped everyone and everything. You truly were the opposite of him.
Often he finds himself guilty, thinking about the times he didn’t trust you or accused you of using him. Yet you always put up with it. You could handle someone like him. That’s what he found so admirable about you, even trough his flaws, his nonchalant attitude, his sarcasm, his arrogance… you loved him for who he was. And that alone made him fall for you even harder. One can say anything that they like about him, but you, you were a different situation. Ue wouldn’t let anyone talk about you that way, even if it meant he had to fight his fellow gods.
it is said among the gods itself, love usually comes when it’s unexpected. The polar opposites of each other is what attracted one another.
Backstory -> Stige comes from a very poor family. Her father is left with only one daughter to support and does not earn enough for both of them. When the girl turns 14, her mutation finally develops and the man decides to exploit her in illegal mutant fights to finally make some good money. When Stige fights, everything ceases to exist and in her head the choirs and cheers of the people who watch her, who have bet, reverberate. She takes refuge in that false validation, feeling appreciated even though it is in the worst possible way. As an adult, she finds the strength to run away and leave everything behind, even though she can't bring with her any of the mutants who helped her over time, ready to finally find her path. Eventually, she will be identified by Xavier and recruited to join the X-Men; but, despite her new respinsability as ome of the "good guys" and helper of the weakest, she will never fully integrate into the team, sometimes playing the role of an ally instead of a former member.
Abilities -> "Dead Man Walking", that's what she was. The girl could be considered a zombie: impossible to kill easily thanks to the rigeneration and good to control her body. Stige could easily take one of her arms or hands out, put it back together, especially since she learnt how to use her blood as a weapon. It's not weird for her to break down her fingers to use them as guns or to push gushes of blood to have a burst under her feet. Since her brain reads the body as half dead, she has no sensivity to cold, warm or pain; she uses this little "issue" to hide weapons inside her body.
Different relationships:
Kurt Wagner -> the two find comfort in their being different, in feeling out of place despite being part of a team. Kurt will help Stige to fully accept her diversity.
Rogue -> the two young mutants will help each other live with a mutation that brings more problems than anything else. Rogue can't touch anyone, well, not even Stige can fully feel what she touches. It's a small start, right?
Deadpool -> Wade was the first to make her feel completely accepted despite her unique mutation. Stige knows how hard it is for others sometimes to watch her fight, with all the sound of bones breaking and blood. But for Wade, it was pure entertainment. Finally there was someone like him and Stige will never forget the mutant's laughter when he saw her head fall off for the first time.
Charles Xavier -> the old man's and the young woman's way of thinking are very similar. Stige recognizes the frustration in having to help the first to attack, she understood in the ring how easy it is to recognize the fear in the first that throw the stone. But the girl knows that Xavier's path is the best among the options and dhe will do everything to make his dream happen.
Victor Creed -> combining Sabretooth's brute strength with Styge's fast regeneration is never a good idea. Victor has never been more stressed in his entire life until Stige showed up on the battlefield: he tries to slice her and she keeps teasing him about how impossible it is for her to die. Why? 'Cause she already is, in a sense.
Pietro Maximoff -> the speedster and the zombie girl have a love-hate relationship. As time goes by, a rivalry has developed between the two that will often emerge in each of their encounters.
Something more about her:
Stige is afraid of bugs because she thinks they might mistake her for a real corpse. She doesn't want to find herself with a family of flies in her stomach.
Her greatest fear is that she will stop feeling anything. Is it possible for her brain to read the body as completely dead? Surely, Stige wants to find out as late as possible.
She tends to annoy people with her mutation. The girl knows how tough it is for strong stomachs to even handle it and will use it to her advantage. Need an hand? Great, Stige has two to throw at you!
That's the only comedy she knows. Stige will bend over backwards for you and give you her heart...literally.
This is my OC - Rinne Fukugawa. and she is close to my vibe and appearance the most :> @mizz-sea-nymph @nicasdreamer @riseofamoonycake @rlvdnt @tyrhalzen @pengugay @praisethesuuun @amphitriteswife @deathmetalunicorn1 @bones4thecats @nicasdreamer @micah-drew @mizz-sea-nymph @evansuvamp and everyone who wants to join! Sorry if I forgot to tag anyone
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I’m pretty sure I’m in the minority of RoR fans on here that actually want to read more of the AOTG spin-off.
Don’t get me wrong, I hate how the Egyptian goddesses we got so far have been treated as Ra’s harem girls that glaze him while he’s out here looking like a constantly pissed off middle aged dad. I’m mostly invested in it because of the cool looking fight scenes and art style.
I might start posting links to it if anyone is also interested in reading it. It’s just my opinion and I won’t force it. I like it despite it’s hit or miss design choices with some of the gods (Wukong PUT A DAMN SHIRT ON!)
Words cannot express how much I hate the writing for The Princess' Jewels.
I believe it could've been written better, but holy fuck, is it bad.
The female lead... I can't describe how much I hate her with words. Plus, she isn't even that pretty, despite the comic CONSTANTLY claiming that. I know that sounds petty, but bear with me.
And the guys in her harem (there's no way I'll ever call them jewels-) just... Fell in love with her? Just like that?? Except for Jade. He had a pretty reasonable and realistic reaction to that. I'd be pissed too.
He was threatened into joining her harem. THREATENED.
For those who don't know, let me summarise it as best as I can cause I ain't gonna re-read it. May be short though.
Ariana De Secramise, the female lead of The Princess' Jewels, wants to be the first Empress.... Just so that she can have more than one husband. That's it. That's mostly the whole plot.
In the first episode, she goes to her room and reads magazines of handsome men and I quote "Nothing beats good looks". A bit shallow, don't you think?
Throughout the comic, it's clear that the comic tries to say she's "perfect" and barely has any flaws, when her whole character is a flaw, but not in a good way.
Ariana isn't really a good female lead, but I have seen people praising this comic because of her so do what you wanna do.
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Walking up the steps of Valhalla you tried your best to ignore the Nordic god floating above you. He had been pestering you for some years now. Why? Because he proposed, after he only knew you for 1 month. His words were that he could already sense you were the one. Ofcourse that was a lie and he immediately went to the fates to see if you would be his partner. Typical of Loki. ‘Comeeee ooonnnnn~’ Loki whined at you, still floating and following you even if he was supposed to attend the meeting with the other gods. You ignored his whining and finished walking the steps, entering the green house. He just sulked and closed his eyes, murmuring to himself.
In the green house you searched for some flowers you had to attend to on request of Idunn, who also needed to attend the meeting that Loki skipped. Wondering why you couldn’t hear the exaggerated whines and complaints of the trickster god you turned to find him outside the house still floating and murmuring with his eyes closed, he was floating with his face turned to the sky and his hands behind his head. His hair messy because of all the turning and moving. However, he wasn’t looking at where ye was floating and he was getting closer and closer to the glass. As a sign to hopefully make him aware of what he was doing, you ticked on the glass. But he was too caught up in his childish sulking to realize and then bumped his head into the glass which resulted in him falling to the ground on his back with a loud ‘Thump’ and a breathy but screeching ‘OUCH!’
This made you burst out laughing. It’s such a Loki thing to do that would never happen to anyone else which only made it even funnier. ‘H-HEY! IT’S NOT FUNNY! DON’T LAUGH AT YOUR FIANCE!’ Loki spurted out, embarrassment mixed with irritation and a pinch of humiliation. He quickly got up and clenched his hands when you still laughed at him, feeling more humiliated now but also kind of relieved he was able to make you laugh after you ignored him. ‘I’m not your fiancé, Loki.’ You told him a clearly. You hadn’t even accepted his proposal. Not that you would if you’ll be honest, but you’re not going to tell him that. Loki seemed a bit disheartened by your answer. It was no surprise that he really wanted to be with you, but he hated getting rejected like this. It hurt. And hurt is not something he experienced at often which only confused him and the way he should handle his feelings.
‘…why not, Siggy?’ He asked you a little more seriously now, trying to mask his disheartened and difficult acceptance. He isn’t one to take bo for an answer and would push until he gets what he wants. That’s how he is and always had been. Though despite the mixed feelings of being married to him you couldn’t deny that the nickname he gave you was cute. ‘Well we don’t know each other that well, and you proposed to me 1 months after we knew each other. It’s all just so fast.’ Loki’s expression turned a little solemn at your words, but at the same time it also made him thought for a moment. Is he really pushing to hard? But he’s certain you’re the only one for him? Are you going to reject him? No! No way! It’ll be humiliating. Perhaps he should just play it as a long lasting prank… but it’s no secret that he does love you though. The scenarios in his head, the way he wanted to know more about you. He played it off as a crush before. But it’s so much more than that.
You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for saying that. He looked so sad… ‘come here.’ You said opening your arms for a hug, this seemed to make him feel a little better as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, his head was on your shoulder and he seemed to still be deep in thought. Even though his body was bent because of the hug, you could see his muscular shoulder a little slumped down. It was kind of amusing that he assumed you didn’t like him just because you refused the proposal. It didn’t mean you didn’t love him, just that you didn’t want to marry. ‘You do realize that i’d rather be your girlfriend first than actually marrying right away right?’ You asked him patting his back, this made him a bit stunned… you wanted to his girlfriend…you. Wanted to be his. His girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND?!!! His expression turned into one of happiness and excitement, but before he could say anything he choked on his own spit which caused you to laugh.
‘So…you’re my girlfriend now?’ Loki asked you, seemingly still needing time to process it. He did have a smile on his face and hugged you tightly. He seemed very happy, his cheeks slightly red and he seemed a little flustered. ‘Well, yeah! You’re cool with that?’ You asked him patting his back as he hugged you even more and placed a kiss on your cheek. ‘YIPPEE’
Being a moon goddess isn’t easy. You have to deal with many gods, deities, mortals and the lunarians, aka the inhabitants of the moon. Usually the council helps with major decisions and choices. Yet it once again fell into your own hands as the Greek pantheon was a ruckus and the moon god from the Egyptian pantheon was busy challenging Ra. Luckily the Moon god from the Japanese pantheon, Tsukuyomi was there to help you at the moment.
Even though you did a lot for the moon, many were terrified of you, that was because of your strong opinions. Many thought you were too harsh and too confident. Others thought you had too much charisma and power. Yet all of those traits is what also made you popular among various marriage candidates. They all asked your hand or tries to make a move, but for you it was no use. After all, you had seen the ancient worlds with your own two eyes. Men ruled the word, not all ofcourse. Yet the kind ones were seen unmanly while the barbarians were seen as the real men. They held unrealistic expectations for women and often saw them as lessers. Hence why you have refused all the proposes and offers.
Making Tsukuyomi aware o your exhausted state, you decided to go for a walk on the moon. You blended well with it’s pale yet bright look. Despite the fact many thought of your personality as ‘manly’ it was no secret that you looked like a noble woman out the renaissance. The chains and jewelry on your body making soft ringing sounds as you stride over the moon surface, deep in thought about your work. There was so much to worry and care about…until the sudden sounds of an instrument filled your ears. It was soft and distant, judging from the little sound you had you assumed it to be the sitar of Saraswati. The Hindu goddess often played it when there was a festival or just for her husband Brahma. Seeing her always brought you comfort as most Hindu goddess had always been very motherly or sisterly to you. So why not take a quick trip down to the heavens?
Landing on Valhalla you took a deep breath of oxygen, even if you didn’t need it as you’re an immortal being. It was still a pleasant experience to finally breathe air on earth. Following the sound of the sitar, you were eventually let to the Valhalla garden. The sitar increased in sound, yet there were no lotus’ in sight. No matter where Saraswati went, there were always lotuses and waters….was this on the sound of Saraswati’s sitar? Now that you thought about it, it wasn’t the same melody she usually played…who in the name of the moon could be here playing the sitar? Stepping inside the green house you walked past many flowers in the colors red, pink and purple. The green complimenting them elegantly and the plants were kept neat. The sight and of the woman playing became more clear.
Being now almost a meter or two away from her you were facing her back. She had purple hair, and the sitar was resting in her lap. You spoke to her in a stern voice. ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked the woman, walking a little closer, making her turn her head. ‘Well hello there~ i’m Bemzaiten, goddess fortune, music and arts.’ Benzaiten? That wasn’t a name you had heard among the other gods. Ever. Was she perhaps new? But even if she was. Why is she holding the Sitar, a hindu instrument? ‘The sitar is a hindu instrument…are you from the same pantheon?’ You asked Benzaiten with narrowed eyes, she instead smiled and giggles at you. ‘I suppose you could say i’m Involved in the east asian pantheons.’ Benzaiten told you, her lips twisted into a smirk as she looked you up and down, taking in the many features you had that resembles the moon itself. She herself wasn’t that bad looking. She had a slender body, deep purple hair, yet looking at her form she had a more masculine look.
‘You’re eyeing me, lady moon. Are you perhaps interested?’ Benzaiten said in a voice laced with interest and mocking intention. This made you raise an eyebrow. You were used to many men being like this, yet never met a woman so…bold and daring before. At least not in this flirty way. ‘Is that a challenge?’ You asked her back, amused by her behavior. Benzaiten gave you a challenging smile back, her eyes holding mixed with confidence. ‘Perhaps.’ She said in a sly tone laced with arrogance. Her eyes half lidded and seductive. You narrowed your eyes once again at the daring words. But before you could say anything you gelt a hand on your shoulder, Turing around you could see Tsukuyomi who held a face full of worry and conflict. ‘My lady…Poseidon is trying to conquer the moon because his daughter said she wants it…’ typical. When is the greek pantheon not causing trouble. You said your goodbyes to Bentaizen and left for the moon once again to stop Poseidon from conquering the Moon. Once again. Cause it aint the first time he pulled stuff like this.
Benzaiten herself just snickered in amusement. Hoping you will visit her every time she plays the Sitar.
