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[formulanni]

Sponsors as The Devil:

This card represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters.

Ravage, violence, vehemence, extraordinary efforts, force, fatality; that which is predestined but is not for this reason evil

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[fantasykiri5]

I think I will be a curly-haired c!Mumbo truther until the end of my days ngl

[hauntedhopeghost]

fire.

Guess who was in pain after the new video and made this in *checks* yeah no 20 something minutes in the middle of class.

Burn.

And Blue was back in the Nether again, holding up the child as high as she could while she sunk.

And she was back there, screaming, but now it mingled with the chorus of her friends as they burned.

Hurt.

Hurt.

Hurt.

She floundered, jumping and clinging desperately for the edge, there weren’t any piglins to save her now. Just a lava pit under sakura trees. With that flaring white pain that was so hot, it was as if she was encased in ice.

Again.

Why her friends, too? Why them?

.

.

.

Green had been distant recently, so it was a bit of a surprise that he offered to invite them out for a picnic. Of course, they all accepted, though some a bit more hesitant than others.

But she’d been eager, wanting to talk about how nice it was that they were spending time together. Especially since Green started influencing… a few weeks ago.

(Oh, that was a few weeks ago? It felt like both minutes and years at the same time.)

It’s been a month since the channel was created. And only ever since then he’s been spending most of his time out in Minecraft doing Alan-knows-what.

But she trusted him, with the picture of cherry blossoms overhead and the basket and how peaceful it all was. Sandwiches too, he’d even told her not to bring any food since he already brought them himself.

Maybe that’s what he’s been doing in Minecraft instead? Making something nice for them besides editing and recording those videos. (Even being closer to him lately, she still didn’t know much about it all. Besides the occasional dance and the slightly older videos. The ones where she knew his smile did reach his eyes because they weren’t obscured by the sunglasses.)

Thinking back, when they ate, she’d caught Red standing up despite everyone else choosing to sit. (They’d said they just preferred to eat that way, and Blue didn’t give a second thought about it.)

That was, until Green got his phone out. He’d gotten it out before, with a quick excuse of replying to comments. That only got her a shrug in response, a reassuring smile.

“It’s fine, we should just trust him on this.”

Then the ground fell open.

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Freezing wasn’t going to do anything. It wasn’t going to get her out of this burning pit of hell.

It wasn’t going to do anything as her body burned.

It wasn’t going to do anything.

But she was watching herself burn to death, her limbs stopping their function as she could only hold on, to the side.

She can pull back up. She had the strength, not the will.

Burn.

Burn.

Burn.

Her eyes closed.

Then there’s another hand against hers, making her open them again.

Yellow was kneeling down, grabbing her arms and hauling her onto the grass.

Blue didn’t move.

She couldn’t move. Not a muscle. Not anything.

Ears ringing.

Burn.

“Are you okay?!”

She couldn’t open her mouth. Someone was screaming in the distance and sounds were echoing off each other. Blurs of color were dancing in front of her vision now that wasn’t that reddish-orange.

But she was there. She was still there.

Fine.

She tried to say, in the tone she’s gotten so used to.

The only response she gave was hugging her knees against her chest.

Staring.

Did she expect him to know?

No, she didn’t.

(It was supposed to be funny!)

[wodania]

Egg brained. Egg pilled. Should’ve never given me money I’m obsessed with this man now.

[rubybug]

hello yes I would also like to pat the ruby

Stop you’re spoiling her!!

[error404-holiness-not-found]

Tbh, I’m at the point where I feel like the alterhuman community might as well just be called the ‘therian+ community’. I mean.. that’s obviously where most of the community’s main focus is. Anything else is just an afterthought, so the name fits perfectly!

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

Sketchbook Log: Unlucky ladybug 🐞 💀

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[thestarlightforge]

People are genuinely watching for the CGI war machines… Wild 😂

[gremio0]

character design concepts for something I want to do

[mochatears]

I need to follow some of y’all Cats artists I think 😂 I jump headfirst into a fandom I haven’t been active in before and make fan content for like a month then stick my head out of my hole and go

Who are y’all? Idk anyone here, what’s going on? Lmaooo

[thatotherman001]

Do you have any other social media other than tumblr?

I do technically have a Twitter, but I basically never use it anymore

I’ve thought about posting on multiple platforms ofc, but never felt a real reason to outside of “growing my audience”

I’m just trying to draw what I love, and I don’t need to think about algorithms to do that

Plus people on Tumblr seem to be a lot more chill and levelheaded than on Twitter or Reddit

[rttnpnkpmpkn]

Man of His Word

[oldxenomorph]

end of 2024 retrospective

interrupting rogue trader for a little bit to gather up all the stuff i enjoyed creating this year. being more active and creative has brought me a lot of joy! 🥹❤️ thank you for being with me on this journey! i will be getting weirder in the new year!

fics

ode to joy - birth of the red xenomorph.

a special day - for alien day 2024. once a year, the emperor’s daughters gather in the black palace, to be in their mother’s presence, to bask in her love for them.

anakalypteria (part one) - nyx/the reaper emperor. (18+) zagreus asks nyx if she has a companion, a partner, someone who she loves and calls significant other. the question brings forth the memory of her and the emperor when the universe was young.

spice of eternity - nyx/the reaper emperor. (18+) shai-hulud’s gift is best enjoyed in the company of one’s soulmate.

unmask, o night - nyx/the reaper emperor. (18+) successor to devourment. the night participates in an old ritual and feeds extinction.

heavy metals - reaper!nemesis/melinoë. (18+) nemesis returns after a century away from the crossroads, now a machine-goddess that serves the reaper emperor. her reunion with melinoë goes a step further, to make up for one hundred years of yearning.

lathbora viran - zarya'th lavellan and solas. (18+) as her body is on the brink of a meltdown, zarya'th lavellan makes a choice that ensures a terrifying future for thedas comes to pass in service of an entity far older than the evanuris. all disguises have been laid aside, there is no more hiding what she truly is. and the dread wolf must die.

garden of night - nyx/the reaper emperor. (18+) during a particularly longer than normal shift in the underworld, nyx summons the emperor in the darkest depths of persephone’s gardens to satiate her needs and desires.

meta

things about the emperor’s true form

little thing about parents in the great family (edited slightly)

melinoë and reaper!nemesis

zarya’th lavellan, xenomorph-hybrid post-trespasser

zarya’th lavellan and nova’ra ingellvar = fission and fusion

nemesis, nyx, and the emperor

soft ‘n spicy nyx and the emperor things

slaanesh and the great family

nycteïs and xenomorphs born of night and extinction

tyranids, the reaper emperor, and the xenomorphs

scorched xenomorph

artwork

nyx and the emperor (done prior to changing the emperor's height)

not mine, but this incredible portrait of the emperor by @fatherentropy

the emperor and nyx enjoying some spice melange

nyx for the banner art of unmask, o night

special

oldxenomorph plays rogue trader - holds out my hand to all my friends, let us enjoy warhammer 40,000: rogue trader together.

oldxenomorph yaps about wh40k - folks, we are so back!

works/ideas in progress

more nyx/the emperor lemons. duh.

anaklypteria part two.

nyx commissions the mi-go to create this dress for the emperor. it's perfect and she can't resist having the emperor worship her while in that dress.

(if matty @bodysnatch3r keeps sending me more stuff we're going to have a whole series on our hands. nyx loves dressing up her big, tall eldritch wife.)

maybe something with kibellah and the reaper emperor once i'm done with rogue trader. maybe a lot of thing with indoctrinated!kibellah.

something, anything involving slaanesh.

more things with the xenomorphs, obviously, maybe including the tyranids. but i already have a couple of works in progress of nyx with her and the emperor's xenomorphs.

more reaper!nemesis things once hades 2 early access is updated or gets a full release. i'm dying here, supergiant.

[trevisos]

beneath the cut is a xarrai/astarion wip i’ll probably never finish but still stands alone as a nice little piece. please enjoy :)

His heart beats in his dreams. It always has, as long as he can remember dreaming - as long as his reverie has been stripped from him, the whole breadth of his unlife. He hardly notices it, the thrum of life beneath his skin, this aberration born of a mind that still aches for life centuries after its end. His heart beats and beats and beats until he opens his eyes and finds it stopped. When he wakes from nightmares like the one he’s had tonight, a twisting mess of shrill voices and red eyes and collapsing stone, the sudden stillness still sends icy panic down his spine. For a moment he lies motionless, unbreathing, until the dream recedes and the last orange embers of the firelight burn through his eyelids and, slowly, he lets the cool mountain air fill his dead lungs.

“Bad dreams?”

Astarion nearly jumps out of his skin at the unexpected voice. He sits up, and there Xarrai is: perched high on a rock, cutting an unusually graceful silhouette against the star-drenched sky. He manages to compose himself, pushing his curls back out of his face and mustering his best indignant huff. “What makes you think that?”

The near-dead fire casts just enough light that his vision can’t properly adjust, and so Xarrai is more phantom than man sitting above him, one knee pulled up to their chest, the other leg dangling off the rock next to their swaying tail. “The thrashing was the first clue.” He doesn’t have to see their expression to know the smug tilt of their lips. “And you look dreadful.”

“I do not!” He reflectively snaps. He starts to turn away, but then they laugh and his eyes are dragged back toward them of their own accord. Even this far apart, the perfume of their skin is overwhelming, all salt and wood and dark vanilla, tempered by the earthy smoke that clings to their hair and the sharp metallic tang of blood. His first, his senses remind him again and again, his first.

“No, I’m just fucking with you,” they lilt. “Come sit a while, if you’re not going back to sleep.”

A glance at the state of his bedroll, with its twisted covers and crumpled pillow, tells him they are not, in fact, “just fucking with him.” He scowls. “You’re just lying to make me feel better,” he sniffs, but it doesn’t stop him from clambering up the stone to sit beside them in the moonlight. The valley below opens up impossibly wide, washed blue by the night air. He kicks a pebble and watches it bounce and roll until it finds the lip of the vast maw and disappears into the blue night.

“Of course I’m lying,” Xarrai says, flicking open the little black and gold case sitting on the stone and retrieving a cigarette rolled in black paper. “But it’s bold to assume I’m doing it for your benefit, sweetheart.” Astarion watches perhaps more closely than he should as they clamp the thing between their lips and light it with a lick of blue arcane flame from their hand. They meet his eyes with a knowing smile. “Maybe I’m just incapable of telling the truth.”

“Oh, that’s not in question, '' mutters Astarion, tearing his eyes from the scar across their cheek, silver in the moonlight. The memory of his heartbeat still buzzes in his chest, and he tries in vain to rub a little warmth into his frozen fingers. Despite the summer heat in the lowlands, the night air is cool and crisp this high into the mountains. “What are you doing up this late, darling?”

“You want one?” They nudge the gilded box toward him and glide past his question. “These ones are only tobacco, I’m afraid, but it’s better than nothing.”

The game the two of them play, this endless dance of deception and seduction, demands Astarion press them for an answer. It demands he chase the lie and pretend it is the truth. And perhaps he would if the sun were up, if his empty chest didn’t ache, if he weren’t so godsdamned cold, if there wasn’t a tadpole in his head and the smoldering ruins of a monastery filled with charred corpses behind him, if, if, if.

He takes the last cigarette without a word. They conjure another arcane flame to light it, leaning in close and resting their other hand on the back of his neck. In the blue light, he sees nothing but dark circles under bright eyes and a dusting of freckles across scarred skin.

This is more honest, anyway.

[whatsaweekend]

I don’t think my dash shows all the posts I need to see