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calimanc · 10 months ago
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thegrickus · 1 year ago
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Just got that first dopamine hit from getting reblogged and it feels so much better than getting an upvote on reddit because someone else chose to display your unhinged monologue on their little fucked up blog as well and it gives you a sense of solidarity
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muscari-fae · 2 months ago
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Questions to the Void
Elizabeth Shaw x David 8
an: First time posting a Fanfic on Tumblr because there isn't enought Prometheus content, so I thought I share in on here as well!
David's chest rose and lowered itself slowly, simulating a calm breath.
He found out that it calmed her, gave her comfort.
He did everything for her comfort.
Elizabeth's red curls fell wildly over her shoulders, now as long as they had not been for years.
Lost in thought, her fingers wandered over the fabric of David's gray shirt.
The Engineers' ship they used had enough food and water for a lifetime, even though she still couldn't get used to the consistency and taste of it.
All of her surroundings were alien and weird. Everything was weird.
But David was there, and that helped her to stay sane.
The android pulled her closer.
He had gotten really good at reading her expressions, and often knew when something was wrong.
"Elizabeth?" Her brown eyes met his silver ones.
"Yes, David?" She noticed how his body got warmer, another thing he simulated for her, to make her believe that he was human.
But to be honest, she was slowly starting to see him as one.
At first, she hated him, but that didn’t last for long.
She really tried to not let him get close, to not let him into her heart for what he did to Charlie, for what he did to her, but she failed.
A few days after they had set their course, she started to repair him.
Brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip full of bite marks, arms and hands soaked with his white android blood.
It took a few days until he could move and walk again, but after a week he was back to full functionality.
Was she scared? Of course she was.
How should she know that he wouldn’t betray her? But he did not. In fact, he gave her everything he had.
He prepared the Engineers' food, searched his data for music and books, taught her the language of her creators because she wouldn’t be swayed in her decision to search for them.
That one question wouldn't leave her mind.
"What are you thinking about?"
Elizabeth shook her head before laying it back onto his chest, looking at nothing in particular.
"I just can’t understand it. Why do they hate us? Why would someone want to destroy the beings they brought into the world? Why don’t they love their creation?"
She didn’t notice that she had put her hand over her womb, where staples once held the wound together, until he tangled her fingers with his.
The only child she would ever give birth to was a monster, an alien which had tried to kill its ‘mother’ the moment she cut it out of her body.
"What if we don’t find them? If this search ends in nothing?"
He probably would never understand why she needed to know, just as he couldn’t understand her belief in her God after everything that happened to her.
But it was important to Elizabeth, so it was important to him.
Elizabeth was better than every other human he had ever met.
For him, Dr. Elizabeth Shaw was holy.
She was quiet for a moment before she looked back up at him.
"Then at least we tried."
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delta86-art · 1 year ago
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500 Follower Raffle
I've never done something like this on Tumblr, so bear with me.
I want to say thank you so much to the 500 people who have decided to stick with my blog! (even though I only post, like, once a month)
As thanks, I'm going to hold a raffle where the winners will get a finished artwork of their character.
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Rules:
I will draw
Pokemon (Preferred)
Personal OC's/Sona's
A Background in addition to one of the above points (depends on how complex)
I won't draw
Overly complicated designs
Humans characters (I suck at it)
NSFW
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I'll pick a few winners on August 21st. (I can't pick that many since university is starting soon and I won't have that much time to draw)
To enter the raffle, reblog this post or message me with a reference of your character and tell me any specific pose or background you would like. (Don't send an ask cause I might accidentally delete it) If you don't have any specific pose or background requests I'll pick one.
References aren't necessary, but if you don't have one you'll have to describe your character's appearance and personality in detail.
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Just some important things to note
Any artwork I create for this is for personal non-commercial use only (you can use it as a profile picture or background or whatnot, but can't sell it.)
If you are not one of the winners please do not reupload any of the art onto other social media accounts.
I retain complete creative freedom over the artwork, but I will try to adhere as much as possible to the specifics of a request.
I won't change a character's design unless asked to.
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mochi-and-dragons · 6 months ago
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Snake Boi Callum Week 2.0
Day 1: Prince/Pieces
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As the dust settled, Callum couldn't help but feel relieved. His family was safe. He had won. So what if he had to compromise his morals again? So what if it meant betraying the trust of those closest to him? It had all turned out ok at the end, had it not?
Sure, it would take some getting used to seeing the bits of white in his hair when he looked in the mirror but conflicted was basically his base emotion now. The sacrifice was gigantic and the guilt might follow him forever but it was aaaall ok. Yep. Totally alright. Just look at his loved ones! And his loved ones' loved ones! Aren't they here? And alive and free? And (mostly) alright? That counts as a victory in his books.
All that was left to do was pick up the pieces. Patch what needs patching, replace what needs replacing and all that jazz.
He just hoped there were enough pieces left to feel like a family again.
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cooing-pigeon · 1 year ago
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trick or treat!🎃
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you get assorted feathers!
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madoumonogatarirunelord · 7 months ago
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Introduction:
Hi, my name is Newt/Ash, and welcome to my silly little blog! I post fanart, reblog posts and do funny little RP things here or something!
I suspect I may be a fictionkin, due to a connection I feel with Newt from The Maze Runner.
Other Blogs!
@AskTwistedFutures
@glisten-the-gay-mirror
My interests are:
Splatoon
Puyo Puyo/Madou Monogatari
Genshin Impact
Danganronpa Antebellum
Persona 5 Royal
Final Fantasy 9
Chocobo Tales
Characters available for asks on this blog:
Runelord
Young Runelord (Ryuko)
Ocs available for asks on this blog:
Crowsa Rana
Void
Null
Dubul Yuu
Nightshade
Nico
((To submit an ask to a character, make sure to address who you're asking, or if you want to ask me, please say so))
About me:
My name: Preferred to be called Newt, but I also go by Ash.
Sexuality — I'm a pansexual
Pronouns — I'm not really too bothered but I mainly go by she/her irl
Age — I'm a minor so don't try anything weird PLEASE
Content I post — Twisted futures, fanart, fanfics and reblogs
DNI Criteria:
People who actively ship me (personally) with Thomas (Newtmas).
I don't mind Newtmas shippers, as long as y'all don't harass me or ship me specifically with him.
Proshippers, pedophiles, racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes ect.
Please be respectful guys!!!
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annoyingttt · 2 months ago
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Rules: List your five all-time favourite films and have people vote on which matches your vibe
Hiii thank you so much for the tag @blondiest this is so exciting :) I don't watch many movies at all so the only criteria was "rewatched it willingly several times" and even then scraping up 5 was tough, so I had to borrow one...
Tagging all of my 8 dearest mutuals!!! @f-imaginings @lumafly46 @suspicious-cheese @pneumatictubesystem @jkbot-the-nonrobot @melancholic-fig @silverguardian @twigoffir !!
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jnewinchester · 3 months ago
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Apparently, it's the 4th year anniversary of this account, and artfight is ending soon, so here's the pfp I made for it
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grass-drink · 1 year ago
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they are so silly (mostly had like one scene of screen time together i think)
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Merry Whump of May - Day 1
(The Man From U.N.C.L.E. 2015)
@themerrywhumpofmay
“You should not be here.”
This was the first thing that Solo said to Illya in two weeks.
“Too bad.” Illya whispered and finished uncuffing Solo from the metal chair. The dim bulb above made it hard to parse Solo’s expression, as did the bruises. 
“You should have left.” Solo stood slowly, arm wrapped around his chest. He leaned over and spat dark blood on the floor before speaking again. “Why didn’t they bring you in?”
Illya jerked his head towards the door, holding out a pistol.
Solo took it.
Illya took the lead and left the room. “They tried.”
He heard Solo wheeze out a laugh softly behind him.
They finally got outside and Illya led the way to the first car he spotted, halfway down the street from the warehouse. It was unlocked. But no keys. 
While Illya hotwired the vehicle, Solo eased himself into the passenger seat, groaning in pain.
The engine rumbled into life.
Illya slammed the door closed and caught sight of Solo’s face. His head was back against the headrest and his brows were furrowed. The harsh light of day brought the bruises into sharp relief. Yellowing greenish contusions that were healing. And darker, reddish purple for newer ones. 
Illya gripped the steering wheel hard and set his foot against the gas. “Are you ready?”
“No.”
“Good.”
They sped off into the sunset.
An hour later, sun down and surrounded by dark trees, Illya pulled the car to the side of the road.
“We have arrived at milepost-” Illya turned and noticed his companion was asleep. “Solo.”
No answer.
Illya reached out and just barely touched his shoulder when Solo gasped awake. He pressed as far away from Illya as the car door would allow.
“Solo.” Illya retracted his hand and filed that reaction away for later. 
“Y-yes.” Solo relaxed a little. “What?”
“We have arrived at milepost 8. This is where we start walking.”
Solo sighed. “That sounds like the last thing I want to do.” His voice was hoarse.
Illya left the car and circled around to Solo’s door and opened it. “Too bad.”
Solo unfolded himself gingerly from the car. “Where-” He stopped to breathe. “Are we going?”
“Remote cabin.” Illya retrieved two bags from the side of the road from underneath some bushes, damp with dusk dew.
Solo limped over and took the map, compass, and bag Illya held out to him. “How remote?”
“We will arrive by dawn if we make good time.”
Solo swore, coughed, and swore again as he slung the bag over his shoulders. 
Illya paused for a moment and looked his partner up and down.
“What?” Solo asked. Hunched over. Already panting. 
“Can you?”
“Can I what?”
“Make good time?”
Solo straightened up immediately. Even in the darkness of night, Illya could see his jaw was set. Eyes gleaming.
“No pain, no gain.” Solo grated out. 
“That does not make any sense. Follow me.” Illya led the way into the dark trees.
A few hours later, Illya stopped and waited for Solo to catch up. “Water.”
Panting, Solo nodded.
They both drank from the canteens in the bags and caught their breath. The forest was thick with trees and brush and the hillsides were steep with slippery pine needles and rocks. It was slow going. Slower than Illya had hoped. But it could not be helped. 
He watched his partner take out the map and compass. 
“Flashlight?” Solo wheezed.
Illya stepped over and flicked on his flashlight.
Solo took a small step back, map shaking in his hands.
“Th-this is the location?” He pointed at a small pen mark in the middle of the map.
Illya stopped where he was. “Yes.”
“Right.” Solo sighed, held the compass into the flashlight’s beam, turned a pace or two to the right. “We need to be going this way.”
“We should take a break.” Illya did not want to push Solo too hard. The way he was favoring his chest suggested a broken rib. Or more. And that could not be all. The point of rescuing Solo was not to kill him in the process. 
“Sit down.” Illya urged his partner.
“No.” Solo pocketed the compass and map again. “Sorry, but if I do that, I won’t get up again. We keep moving. Unless, you need a break?”
It was dark but Illya could hear a little smile in Solo’s last words. At least he felt well enough to needle Illya. 
“We keep moving.” Illya agreed. 
The first tatters of dawn were showing when they reached the cabin. They were cold and damp from a mist that had settled into hills. Feet wet from fording a few streams. They trudged inside. It was bare bones. Cool and musty. A fireplace. A table. Kitchen sink. Bed in the corner. 
“This is honestly worse than the warehouse.” Solo drawled, panting. He dropped his bag to the creaking wooden floor planks.
“Be grateful.” Illya sniffed and set down his pack on the rough table. “You are safe here.”
“Yes, safe from a hot bath.”
“There is a gas generator and well-water. This is better than most hotels.” Illya dryly said.
Solo edged closer to the kitchen windows and stripped off his jacket and damp shirt slowly and painfully.
Illya stayed across the cabin, despite how much he wanted to help.
Finally free of the shirt, Solo let it drop to the floor and looked down at his torso. In the dim dawn light from the grimy windows, Illya could see a mess of mottled bruises, the worst of it dark like thunderclouds over Solo’s ribs.
Illya realized Solo was falling before Solo did.
A brief moment. A sway. Eyes glazed. Eyelids fluttering.
Illya strode across the cabin and caught Solo as he went down, head hanging limply. The heat coming off Solo’s body was concerning. And he was slick with sweat. 
Solo’s faint only lasted a moment.
He began to thrash in Illya’s arms, pushing away. Frantic. A rough sob tore from his throat.
“Stop.” Solo’s voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t.”
Illya did not drop Solo to the floor but lowered him as carefully as he could as Solo struggled. And then he backed away.
“Sorry.” He muttered.
Solo propped himself against the kitchen cabinets, panting, eyes wide and wet. Tears threatened to fall.
“Sorry.” Solo coughed. “I don’t-”
“It is fine.” Illya cut him off. “They beat you. I know. I am sorry.”
Solo just breathed and shook then closed his eyes. “Yes.”
“You are safe now.” Illya knew there wasn’t anything he could say that would fix this. But he tried. “You rest. I keep watch. I will keep you safe.”
A few tears hit the wood floor, soft sounds, the only sound. 
“Thanks, Peril.”
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idril-la-wiccan · 1 year ago
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Tagged by @toastypastry.
I think the silliest headcanon I've ever had (or at least that I can think of from the top of my head) is about Pacman and the Ghostly Adventures.
I headcanon that Zac (Pacster's father) can play the recorder like The Legend™.
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I'll attempt to tag :
@hajacrmainblog What's your favorite fandom inside joke ?
@grey-spark What headcanon do you have that you love the most ?
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cave-cryptid · 1 year ago
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I'm curious
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pu55yboy5 · 8 months ago
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about me!! :3
18+ blog!!! minors dni at all times!! no age in bio= no interaction from me!!
you can call me puppy (or whatever degrading nicknames you can think of) i use he/him out of kink but in kink i use she/it!! im 19, white, 5'8" and kinda chubby :3 !!
i am owned by my Daddy!! and they take very good care of me 🩷 @seraphimnoted
i enjoy all dms/asks!! it might take me a bit to respond bc i can be shy tho!! :3 send me pics, p0rn, fantasies, or just a hello!! ill send some back if you're nice (or mean) enough!!
my k1nks <3:
forced detrans and forced feminization (and some bimboification)
breeding/impreg :))
r4pe/abu5e play
petplay (puppy) :3
hucow/lactation
degradation/humiliation
chastity + orgasm control/denial
watersports :p
exhibitionism/public play
dad/daughter play (+ being called "little girl")
intox and somno
(probably others that i will add later hehe)
limits:
both feederism and weight loss stuff
scat
diapers
knife play (just a limit irl, fantasy is fine)
face pics/identifying information
!!importantly- i have NO intention of detransitioning irl, i am comfortable and happy in my identity as a trans man. these are just kinks/fantasies of mine and nothing more. i've been on T for over a year and will not be stopping it. if i ever tease otherwise that is purely in kink. i dont mind playing that i would detrans but don't ask me to do so irl.
thanks for reading!! i'm still pretty new to tumblr so i hope this is formatted right n all :3 !!
also, i am autistic so please try to be understanding if i have some trouble communicating w/ u :p
-puppy!! :3 <3
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lamuradex · 8 months ago
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Meet the Character Monday
Let's meet: Cerris
Appears in: Signs of Light and Shadow (Fantasy Adventure)
Gender: Cis/Woman
Orientation: Lesbian
Description:
She was in her mid-twenties, with long black hair which hung down her back. Her complexion was a robust peach, with only small scratches, a few lingering freckles, and some flecks of mud to mar her skin. Her eyes were a deep, watery blue, but shone brightly out from beneath her dark eyebrows. Her cheeks and chin were soft and mild, her features surprisingly delicate for one so used to the outdoors. This was with the exception of a slightly crooked nose and a small scar on her left ear from some fight arguably won. Athletically built, her body was toned and agile. She wore a light-armoured garb, all greys and dark blues, made of leather and metal plates, tough but built for movement. It covered her from her neck to her boots, a dark red cape attached at the shoulders which hung down past her knees.
About: Cerris and her sister Elena were born and raised in the woods by their parents, Winfirth and Selene. However, when the girls were eleven, a monster appeared and attacked their home. Their parents were killed, leaving the girls to survive on their own, struggling to make it through. But they managed it.
As they've grown, Cerris has become the fighter of the pair. Learning to hunt, fight, and defend the pair of them, she's mastered the use of a woodcutters axe and a shield which belonged to her father. She wears her armour constantly to the point it's second nature to her now. She is also the more cynical sister, taking a more realistic view of things, but that isn't to say she's dour. She quite enjoys teasing Elena, and she does hope for romance at the taverns on the rare occasions they visit the nearby town, but living so isolated does make things difficult.
Even if they annoy each other, she loves her sister more than anything. If they're in public, Cerris will always have one eye out for her and one eye out for trouble, spotting the fight before it starts. She can however be a little reckless if Elena isn't there to temper her. Beneath her armour she has quite a few scars from training against wild wolves when she was younger, before Elena found out and forced her to stop. At the end of the day, all they have is each other.
At the beginning of the story, she is given two divine blessings, the titular Signs of Light and Shadow. These grant her a collection of magical abilities, including invisibility, insightful visions, summoning willpower, and a light which dispels illusions.
If only the gods had given her any instructions on how to use them. She'll just have to work them out for herself, as she follows the visions she's been receiving and sets off in pursuit of fate.
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dual-hearted · 2 years ago
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vee and nova ask #1: unfortunately the large cat is touch repulsed
original post (i am not currently using a whole separate blog)
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