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daphneforrester · 1 month ago
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DAPHNE FORRESTER in every episode [1/?] 1x01 - Pilot
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sammysammer · 7 months ago
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Jealous bunny
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trainwreckintheprocess · 8 days ago
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little doodles of my favourite psychic >:]
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gladiators-spark · 1 year ago
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:p
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silly little doodle I made on a whim
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maidomaidomaido · 4 months ago
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5 objects i shoved up my arse/j
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lol
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dotflare · 2 years ago
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hi!!
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moving from the bird app to the tumble app c:
Im a stylized 3D Artist with an interest in faceless characters, and weird little grimblos :-)
hope you enjoy my art 🧡 artstation.com/flare525
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blebbblez · 19 days ago
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So… this is my first time putting my poetry crap anywhere or really sharing much of it. This is an older one that’s a little more polished than my newer junk… That being said don’t mind me and any grammatical errors that may exist… Yeah idk what I’m doing but tada… words that rhyme…
Therapist:
I don’t tell you this
cause I’m pretty sure you’ll just tell me
to go get a therapist
but I don’t want to talk to a stranger
when it’s my soul that’s in danger
and I don’t need a therapist
to tell me what I’m missing
I don’t need a therapist
to tell me you’re not here to listen dear
I told someone the other day
that I experienced something different
and they told me that’s not okay
it’s not normal, so you must be ignorant
but tell me when did our immortal souls become normal?
I thought that was considered the paranormal
and something all too grand to fit in a box
and yet society is all so formal
that we’re stuck in an orthodox paradox
what’s normal is a broken world with broken people
yes
but normal is also me being different from you
you don’t have to understand everything I’m going through
but don’t fit me into our world’s pretty little wrapped up boxes
because I don’t want to live in their cage
I’m a slave to righteousness and that is where I want my bondage to lie
not in some drugged up, therapied, American pie
change your body entirely, that’s fine and “normal”
but heaven forbid you accept the beautiful way you already are
the world wants us all to change and be conformal
and now accepting who you are as you are is far more bizarre
I’ve played with knives
and my skin’s covered in hives
cause it’s hard to survive
when you’re allergic to life
I’ve played the mind games
organized them all in frames
watch my sanity go up in flames
wrecking ball in my brain
contagious infection
driving me insane
with annoying dissection
I’ve pounded fists against my skull
of blood and pain I’ve had my fill
simple moments can make life dull
and yet so full
but would you even believe me
if I said a miracle’s the only think that kept me?
would you even believe me
if I said I’ve tried to set my blood free?
depression existed after the fall
it’s not new
Job told his friends that he wished he’d never been born
and in great detail too
everyone’s read up on mental health
think they know it all in depth
but I think we smile when closest to death
pump the hurt up on drugs
forget a simple hug
and turn them all into pill-bugs
like a bunch of thugs
therapy can be a very useful tool too
yes
but if I’m telling you what I’m going through
then maybe all I really need right now… is you
ghost with a beating heart
tell me how did dying become an art?
when did therapy
become normalcy?
and what is sought after slaughter
but just definitions getting broader?
but would you even believe me
if I said a miracle’s the only think that kept me?
would you even believe me
if I said that I’ve tried to set my blood free?
I’m a broken messed up thing
who just wants a sling for her heart
held together by a string
held together by her King
but I don’t tell you this
cause I’m pretty sure that you’ll just tell me
to go get a therapist
I’ve played with knives
and my skin’s covered in hives
cause it’s hard to survive
when you’re allergic to life
and I don’t want to talk to a stranger
when it’s my soul that’s in danger
so tell me why can’t therapy
just be a friend who is willing to sit with me?
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mortals-and-mythicals · 20 days ago
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Eurylochus
Sword - Deals 1 dmg to a target enemy
Charge - Deals 2 dmg to a target enemy, and for every soldier active, deals 1 extra dmg. After using this skill, discard 1 soldier.
Since Eurylochus is the voice of the crew, I wanted to reflect that is his gameplay, with his second skill doing more damage the more soldiers on field.
I'll link the explanation to how the soldiers work here
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youraveragerat · 1 year ago
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GUYS LOOK
MY FIRST FINISHED EDIT LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥
I had 2 others that were better but after effects just deleted em cause I moved files so oopsies IG I'll figure that out another day
Genuinely feel like I did pretty good for having barely any experience. I'm in a server full of pretty much only guys who are either super chill and helpful or creepy asf so gotta stay safe 😭
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lotusflower666 · 7 months ago
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this is my first post i dont really know how to use tumblr but i kinda wanna use this place to share my art and speak my mind form time to time
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bloop-im-a-frog-now · 10 months ago
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For the kiss prompt. 19 (for luck) Tango/Joel
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Relationship: Joel/Tango
Tags: HC10, Good Luck Kisses, Fluff, Insecure Tango, Aro Tango
Summary: Joel wants to make a mini-game. But asks for Tango for help instead of Etho.
Short and sweet, just the way I like it when I write a pairing I'm not too familiar with. Thank you for making me practice my Tango voice!
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rainbowgaez · 11 months ago
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arpeggiators are fun
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just4notherd4ydre4mer · 2 years ago
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Sibling headcanons [1/3]
(you are here) -> PART 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
Important note: To the person who requested this, I will be splitting this into 3 parts so its more doable... and bearable to read through. Sorry that just these two took so long :') Enjoy tho!
content: [gn!reader], [olderbrother!kageura], [olderbrother!ninomiya]
status: unedited/not proofread + requested
character(s): Masato Kageura, Masataka Ninomiya
warning(s): mild cursing. Uhhh... likely wont be proofread? I dont think they're too OOC, but Kageura might be...
extra: Masterlist
(reader is around 10 years younger in my mind but its written in a way where you can imagine the age gap as whatever)
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Masato Kageura:
Ur probably one of his favorite people tbh, if not THE favorite
Why?
because ur emotions towards him arent so prickly AT LEAST 60% of the time
Puts up w whatever antics you do and might go along with it
But also gets fed up w you so quickly
He's aggressively protective? Kind of.
Kage knows when you're upset w him due to his side effect
When he senses that, he usually does try to talk to you.
100% hates it when ur angry or upset towards him for more than a day.
He does his best to not have outbursts towards you
Always encourages you to stand up for yourself and gets absolutely pissed off if you dont.
He'll defend you despite that though
Will scold you when he's done
"Why're ya mad at me this time?!" He groaned in frustration, turning to face you.
The annoying, prickly sensation was crawling across his skin. He knew it was coming from you, the only other person in the room.
You glowered at him from your spot on the couch, right across the room from him.
"..."
"..."
Kageura gave you a narrowed eyed look of which you returned.
He apologized, "Alright, damn... Sorry for making a scene earlier."
"Good," you said.
Someone had bad mouthed you for outfit choice and the both of you had heard it. Kageura had expected you to at least give them a stern look but you didn't do anything. So, he stood up for you like a good big brother would.
Masataka Ninomiya:
He isn't as cold and arrogant towards you as he is to everyone else
But he is blunt and is still kind of an ass
Personally, I think he wouldnt be the best older brother, but also not the worst.
Would probably hurt ur feelings tbh LOL
and he'd mean it
If ur the type to friendly to everyone, it annoys him
He wont tell u tho (the one thing he wont bring up)
Ur still ur own person after all
Are u talented in something? Anything?
Ur not his sibling anymore /j
Ok but seriously, in his trivia it says he hates ppl with talent lmaooo
I have the feeling that if u are, he doesnt subject you to his opinion about that but always has that icy stare whenever he see's u doing whatever it is
You call him "Masa" and he doesnt care until you say it in front of someone, especially if they're from Border
In the end, ur his younger sibling and he treats you accordingly
Maybe buys you gifts for special occasions... but always gets u smth for ur birthday
Idk, he's just not the greatest sibling out there.
It was your birthday today. Everyone had wished you a happy one throughout the day. Well, everyone besides your own brother. But what could you do? It was the Masataka Ninomiya after all.
After his shift at Border, he dropped by your room. Usually an unexpected thing, but he seemed to remember that he had a younger sibling when it was your birthday.
"Here," he said with his normal blunt tone.
You didnt question him and simply took the item (pretend it's smth you've wanted for a while now). It wasnt even wrapped up...
After silently swallowing your subtle displeasure, you were thankful in the end, "Thanks Masa."
He ignored this nickname and began to walk out.
"Dinner's ready," he said from over his shoulder.
You suddenly couldn't help but wonder what his reaction was when he found out he was going to have a younger sibling. An amusing thought crossed your mind. It would've been really funny if he had actually made a face of worry or discontent. You were definitely going to bring it up to your parents during dinner.
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to be continued...
word count: dont feel like looking
start: 7/04/23
finish: 7/09/23
a/n: gonna be honest. just these two should NOT have taken this long. the procrastination is hitting me... I PROMISE PT2 AND 3 WILL BE OUT SOON... <3
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autisticaboutstufflol · 2 years ago
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my impression of a nondisabled person getting up
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thank you
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sleepy-writersblock · 2 years ago
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[guns blazin’]
Pairing: Joel miller x reader (post-outbreak)
No use of (y/n)
Authors note: this is my first published fic. It will be multiple parts and way too slow tbh. If you wanna call it slow burn you totally can! It might be mature but for now its pg-13 (for obvious reasons)
Warnings: cursing, gunpoint, explosion, mentions of bruises and blood, probably ooc tbh. (More to come)
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Who knows how long it had been. You stopped keeping count after about 15 years of government lies and propaganda.
Every day was the same. Wake up, work, smuggle, and sleep. An endless draining routine. Thoughts of your hometown always plague your mind, the day of the outbreak still staining your memories.
Walking in downtown boston was never enjoyable, there were always the burning bodies of infected or fireflies, the stench piercing your nose. You would always let your mind wander on these walks, like the good old days, your family, your old frie-
“oh fuck!-“ you feel something catch your foot and fling you to the ground, looking back at the culprit, you saw that it was just a metal pipe that made you trip. Picking up your hands from the rough concrete you see that they are bloodied from the fall,at least it's not the worst that could have happened. After staring at your hands for a minute you stand up and realize what you were even doing in downtown Boston anyways, you were supposed to meet with another smuggler to grab some adderall for a recurring customer. You heard of this guy through your boss, Robert. He was known for smuggling opioids mostly, and being one hell of a jackass.
Making your way into an alley and down a few steps you knock on the alleyway basement door.
“Come in” his voice was gruff- from what you could tell behind the thick steel door. Opening it you see a taller man in a flannel leaning against a brick wall, his hair salt and pepper colored and- oh shit hese holding you at gunpoint…
“Got the cards?” He says sternly, unphased by your appearance. You on the other hand, who isn't used to being at the wrong end of a pistol, freeze up.
“Are y’ gonna speak or just stand there?”
You shake your head out of your trance, sweating as you go to pull the ration cards out of your bag.
“R-right sorry! Here you go, 10 ration cards for 30 days worth of adderall” you say shaking as you hold the cards out to him. He hands you the bag of pills and takes the cards from your hand, not faltering his aim at your head.
“T-thank you for doing business with me-“ you mutter nervously.
He laughs, almost mockingly.
“What, never had a gun pointed at yer head girl?”
He is a jackass.
“No i haven't- t-that doesn't matter, we did the deal and thats final” you say turning your back to the man, walking out.
Everything goes white.
Your ears are ringing. Lifting your head off the ground you see dust and blood. Your hearing clears up to hear… coughing?
“Damn fireflies-“ the voice of the now injured man reaches your ears. You peel yourself off the ground, realising that what knocked you out was another explosion from the fireflies. You feel your nose bleeding- or maybe there's a gash in your head. Not entirely sure. You stumble over to the man on the ground reaching out to help him up.
“Are you alright?” You hiss at the pounding pain that rattles your head. The man looks up at you and reluctantly takes your hand.
“M’ fine, quick, getcha gun out” he grunts. You fumble around before actually processing what he says.
“I- i dont have one.” You say staring at him, slight panic in your face.
“Christs sake- ok stay behind me.” He reaches out and grabs your jacket collar, pulling you behind a wall of rubble before dragging you out of the destruction site and into an alleyway a couple hundred feet away. Now that you were safe (well, as safe as you could be in this hellscape) you get a good look at him. Broken nose, bleeding from the forehead and arm, but overall not bad for being injured.
“Alright, here's what we’re gonna do. I'm gonna getcha back to my place and fix y’ up alright? But you need to be quiet when we sneak ‘round my route'' he looks at you, with a cold yet worried gaze. Maybe he isn't an asshole.
He grabs your wrist and sneaks you through hidden passageways, tunnels, past armed guards, and down more hidden backways. Reaching a taller building which you know to be one of the main apartment buildings provided by FEDRA.
“Y’know i dont think i caught your name” you ask staring at the man in astonishment. He looks back, you think you can see a smirk plaster his face but he turns away before you can confirm your suspicions.
“You’re bleedin from y’ damn head and you wanna know my name? Might wanna check y’ for a concussion.” He mocks. Nope. He is definitely a jackass. He walks you through a door to what you assume is his apartment and sits you in a chair, grabbing a first aid kit and fixing up your wound on your head.
“Why are you helping me?” You look at him quizzically. He turns to look at you and rolls his eyes, scoffing.
“Because you overpaid me for the damn meds, need you to trade me more often. Can't trade if you’re dead.”
“We also can't trade if i don't know your name” you tease back. He groans under his breath and starts to work on his own wounds.
“You’re a persistent one aren't ya? Its joel.”
You smile. Joel.
“Not gonna give me yours?” He asks, eyeing you in his peripheral.
You give him your name and wipe some blood from your hand to your clothes.
“Thank you for helping me- and for fixing me up- you don't meet generous people now”
Truth is you knew he wasn't , and he didn't have to be, you could tell there was something different about him. Something soft. Something kind.
“Right sorry, i'll get out of your hair” you say standing up heading to the door, you turn and smile, thanking him. You swear you could see his gaze soften a bit.
“I'll get Robert to set me up with you more often, he may be a shit guy but he has good taste in workers” Joel remarks. You wave and close the door, starting to walk back to your apartment.
Opening the door and dragging yourself into your apartment you look at your bruises and wounds in the mirror. You think, ‘damn, maybe I do need a gun.
Oh well, another excuse to meet with joel.
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rynrites · 1 year ago
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Hello! Name's Ryn/Mars and I'm finally going to crawl out of my hole and post here. expect it to be mainly Legends of Avantris related :) here is my carrd if you want to check it out!
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