#The Controller

[amuseoffirebane]

can't sleep, felt like doodling some expressions and it's been awhile since I drew Connie

[cogsandgadgetry]

Who wants to go first in creating fan theories about Aubrey Woods' roles in Day of the Daleks and as Bill the Candyman in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971)?

[sometimesraven]

@febuwhump Day 4 - Hivemind

Fandom: The Truth Saga (original work)

POV: 3rd Person

Whumpee: OC

Summary: A scientist and his subjects are not unlike father and child. Or God and Angel, perhaps...

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse & Medical Experimentation, Death/Murder, Child Soldiers, just general Creep Behaviour

AO3 Link

((Truth Saga Taglist: @westenra97 ))

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He revelled in how close they all were.

Brothers in arms; comrades in torment. Tied together with threads of his own power, intertwined just enough that every failure would punish them all. Ignorant enough to remain under his control; aware enough to feel it like a knife to their skull when another of them failed.

Of course, The Controller wasn't immune to this connection himself. His creations, after all, were as much a part of him as the share of power he had granted them. In the early days, when the soldiers were children barely able to string sentences together, it was difficult to see them cry. To feel their fragile bodies break apart to be remade in his image. Perhaps that was why he named them, after all. Such whimsical combinations of natural power, to give them some form of identity despite their function as a unit. In hindsight, that was a mistake, but he was always a sentimental man.

Even now, he felt their pain as if it were his own. He had grown accustomed to the burning under his skin whenever he disciplined them, learned to enjoy the buzzing behind his eyes when they were pushed to their absolute limits. This discomfort was the price of perfection; the trial and error before the final evolution.

While is was unprofessional to have favourites, Silverheart's fate was certainly the worst. Such a delicate creature, her connection to his power so wild and uncontrolled that it consumed her from the inside. It was a mercy to have them kill her, and yet... Her torment was exquisite, pain in every fibre of her being as she was torn in half. He felt her loss as a shooting pain behind his eyes and, perhaps in a moment of weakness, he pitied her.

When he ordered the demon to bring her back from the dead, he wasn't sure what he expected. The sight of his dark ritual was almost sickening; discomfort once again touching his gut at the sight of something so unnatural. But when the breath returned to Silverheart's body, he felt... relief. Her body had healed, stitched together and scarred like a seam through her entire torso; a mark of his care. His mercy.

He couldn't let her go to waste, nor could he let his other subjects believe their punishments were not severe -- Purpose was forged in hardship, after all. So he kept her at his side, gave her special access to his personal suite. Though she was quite useless to him as a soldier, she was a capable personal assistant (if a mite slow). It helped to keep her busy, keep her mind sharp. It was almost quaint, her company. The way she glowered and groaned and yet her face was still so fair: almost pure.

What had the other children called her... Angel. Yes, she was rather angelic -- more so now she had cheated death. The experience had shocked the follicles of her hair a bright white, patchy at first but soon the entire head was that same, beautiful purity. It was fitting, he supposed, for a God to create such a divine messenger.

Sadly, he still had to return her to the table. No body was primed such as hers was to sacrifice itself to the greater cause; to test his prototypes until he perfected them. The next time she died, he did not waver. The demon's ritual became a beautiful rebirth, over and over.

Did he shed a tear, when he learned of her betrayal; made the decision to leave her behind? No. But for a moment, a tinge of regret ghosted his heart. For all her failures, Silverheart had lived up to the name he gave her.

It was a shame the world did not cater to the pure of heart.

Perhaps he did have favourites, after all.

[duranduratulsa]

Duran Duran Week member spotlight...Nick Rhodes #duranduranweek18 #duranduranweek2024 #DuranDuranWeek #duranduran #nickrhodes #TheController

[marvelousmrm]

Invincible Iron Man #91 (Conway/Tuska, Oct 1976). Tony leverages every resource he can imagine, but the Controller can’t be contained…

[razmonik]

Finally got to draw Contro's plant version. Yippee!!! :D

And here are few facts about him below!

Controller loves giving his friends and enemies nicknames. For example: He calls Green Shadow "Shady", Solar Flare "Sunny"(Not in a shipping way), etc

Contro's limbs are transparent, and are made of magic. So if you cut them, they will just regenerate, and it won't hurt in the slightest

Contro is a sadist towards zombies, and really loves killing a lot of them

His other abilities besides hypnotizing zombies are: Telekinesis, flying, creating any object from magic, and telepathy

Of course, Controller can kill a lot of zombies on his own. But he loves a good show, so he mostly leaves all of the dirty job to his hypnotized zombies

He's very tricky. So he always has a plan B if the main plan fails

He's Aroace :D

That must be all for now... See ya next year! /J

[captainvell]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

now that trump has tiktok, twitter, facebook and insta in his pocket, get ready for a massive wave of internet censorship. one of trump's greatest weapons has always been misinformation; it's going to become harder and harder to spread facts and criticism going forward. posts that aren't made invisible will be magically ignored by the algorithm. dissidents will have their accounts deleted and voices erased.

this is a suppression tactic. this is another stage of fascism.

[animentality]

[ceaselessbasher]

I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.

[some-pers0n]

How it feels getting obsessed with something new and then realizing you're going to spend anywhere from a week to the rest of your life thinking about it

[eggsaladstain]

what a time to be alive

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.

[pinyonrice]

I DUNNO! IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE BEING ALIVE TO ME!

Edit, Jan 2025: hi if you're going to ask for me to turn reblogs on or ask why they're off I have a suggestion: don't! They're off because I want them to be and that's that. I'm tired of being nice about this stupid fucking post. Don't tell me how nothing matters because we're going to die on a post about living, or make weird comments on a post about my body, or insert your weird "I am a god" soapbox spiel into my deeply personal post. This art is not about you, and it never fucking will be. The people on this website don't know how to interact with other people normally.

[mindovermuses]

Actual image of Master Strange, hooked up to the Tumblr mainframe on floor 500 of Station Five.

Do you have a BlueSky?

NO i die when tumblr dies we've been over this