#lance fuller

[theglitterdome]

A publicity photo of Lance Fuller, Jayne Mansfield, John Smith, Natalie Wood, and Robert Fuller in Jayne Mansfield's pink 1954 Jaguar XK120 - June 13, 1955

[gatutor]

Cathy Downs-Lance Fuller "El rifle de Kentucky" (Kentucky rifle) 1955, de Carl K. Hittleman.

[cormancatacombs]

A bit late but worth the wait! Our episode on Apache Woman is here!

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[vertigoartgore]

Countdown to the 10th anniversary of the Hannibal Series Finale (31) :

Hannibal 1X09 - Trou Normand (airdate : May 23, 2013)

Directed by Guillermo Navarro and written by Steve Lightfoot.

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2024: 87. The Pit and the Pendulum (1991) - Dir. Stuart Gordon

[ilikeredcars]

Hiiiiiii!!! How r u guys this days?? Sooo I've just ended this huge test and as I was writing my essay I kinda realized tumblr actually still exists (??) and I've wrote here for ageeeeees when I was younger, so I tried to get my account back cause I miss writing, but I don't remember the password so I lost it😪😪 (pls don't judge me I know I'm kinda dumb) anywaaaaays, I just created >this< new account and I want to start writing!!! so send ur requests and let me turn your wishes into reality my delulu friends! I'm accepting requests that are:

TYPES:

• ANGST

• FLUFF

READER X ?

• Any Formula One drivers

(This list may get bigger as I start to write more)

(I do not write smut cause I don't know how ☠️)

Last thing before I leave, I'm brazilian, born, raised and live here so please forgive my English if it isn't that good and if you have any requests with a brazilian!reader I would be pleased to write it to you!!!

(btw here's my masterlist)

Bye bye 👋👋

[jbcchan]

[klamv-art]

How the Eldarya men would look based on my headcanons Pt. 3

Valkyon

When I posted this design of Valkyon last year someone said that he looked like a god and I couldn't agree more with them 😫🤲🏼

The first thing I decided to change in Valkyon's design was his face structure so I gave him a square face. The more I look at the design of the guys the more I realize they have very similar features, so in my design I focus on trying to change that. For Valkyon it was pretty easy ngl since I've always imagined him with very strong features: thick eyebrows, strong jawline...

I also wanted to give him fuller lips and curly hair making him resemble Tia a bit more since she is my only reference for the brothers. In my headcanon, Valkyon looks way more like their mom and Lance like their father.

I also added a couple of scars to him, but overall I didn't change more things.

I really hope you liked him jeje next one will be Leiftan (hopefully tomorrow)

[foolish-gaymer]

CREDITS TO: @draconicgraphics

Villain and violent

Infant and Innocent

List of muses for those who have not seen Google sites:

TESTING: Bobby, All of my DSMP Muses, Q!Misclickduo (Q!Mariana and Q!SlimeCicle), C!,K!,Q!Quackity, Q!Philza/Phoenix, Q!Luzu, Q!Foolish and Q!Tubbo. Bluey: Bandit Heeler, Stripe Heeler, Radley Heeler, Bob Heeler and Rusty Kelpie.

Big Hero 6:

Tadashi Hamada.

DSMP: Fundy, C!Foolish/Félix, C!Tommyinnit, C!Ghostbur/Salvatore, C!Wilbur/Revivebur/Callum, C!Philza, C!Quackity/Drake, C!SlimeCicle/Stephan and C!Tubbo/Tucker.

Fuller House:

Jimmy Gibbler

Gravity Falls:

Dipper Pines.

Heartstopper:

Nick Nelson Karmaland: K!Luzu/Lance, K!Quackity/Sage K!Maximus/Sapo Peta/Madsen, K!Rubius, K!Vegetta/Vincent and K!Willy/Gabe. Life Is Strange: Sean Diaz.

Pokemon:

Ash Ketchum.

QSMP:

Q!Acau/악어, Q!Bobby, Q!Chayanne, Q!Cellbit, Q!Etoiles, Q!Foolish, Q!Fit, Q!Germán, Q!Luzu, Q!Maximus, Q!Mariana, Q!Missa,Q!Philza/Phoenix, Q!Quackity, Q!ElQuackity/Dolion, Q!Roier, Q!SlimeCicle, Q!Samuel (OC), Q!Tubbo, Q!Trump/Theo, Q!Vegetta, Q!Willy and Q!Wilbur/Sean.

Shera:

Bow.

The Dragon Prince:

Callum. The Owl House: Hunter.

The Walking Dead Game:

Lee Everrett and Duck.

[gatabella]

Jayne Mansfield, Lance Fuller, John Smith, Natalie Wood and Bob Fuller pose at a drive-in restaurant in Los Angeles, 1955

[jooeeydee]

We know how Sara Lance likes her coffee, black with lots of sugar! We learn that early on in Legends Season One. You might like your coffee differently and that's fine, so is artistic liberty in matters the show didn't elaborate on but if the show gave us the answer, stick with it. And the shows gave us several people's coffee preferences. Sara drinks it black with two sugars, Oliver likes it black, Felicity drinks a none fat latte with extra sugar (that makes zero sense on a nutrition level) just to name a few. We got the info. So do your research. Use another methaphor. Sorry things like that just really annoy me. But then again, I spend hours working out the smallest detail and researching things like Max Fuller's wife's name...

She doesn't like her coffee bitter, like her relationships and dirty martini, the woman mainly drinks scotch!, like do your research if you use it as something to make a point about a character and their actions.

And Sara was not sleeping with whoever tickled her fancy during her time with the Legends. There were a few choice people she hooked up with but she wasn't sleeping her way through time as so many Avalance people would like to make it out.

And who the hell thinks Ava's sweet while Oliver is bitter? It's like the exact opposite. Oliver's the sweetest person on the planet, Ava is so fucking bitter it's not even funny anymore.

And I don't why I'm over here ranting. Blame it on all the people tagging fics as Canarow simply for mentioning the fact that Sara used to date Oliver. That's a fact, you don't need to tag it that for two sentences.

I swear I get heat for also tagging a Canarrow story Olicity because technically in the story Oliver is with Felicity as in the present but Avalance and Olicity people tag a story Canarrow just because Sara and Oliver having been together is mentioned or they break up in the first chapter and them actually being together is never shown in the story.

Make it make sense and stop tagging your toxic bullshit with my ship! There are so few Canarrow fics out there don't throw your anti-fics in there I don't want to see those toxic ships under my happy tag.

I think I'm done now.

And where are my fellow Canarrow writers at? I sort of want to go through with "there can't be a none Canarrow ship at the top of the Canarrow tag" but I'm one person, my muse is flakey and given the amount of Avalance and Olicity people that are currently falsely tagging their fics Canarrow I will not be able to do that.

Wow this post just turned into something entirely different.

Anyway... I hope everyone has a great day.

[1up-girl]

Tacet (2023) Ch. 1

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda Pairing: Link/Zelda Current Word Count: 3.3k Rating: E for sexual content

Summary: In their shared silence, she craves his voice. The distinction of hearing it is more than she's bargained for.

Faron welcomes its newest guests with all of the oppression that Zelda expects it to. The first sight of the Floria River comes into view as the sun crawls along to its zenith in the midst of an azure sky, and it isn’t long before the damp air is pressing up against Zelda’s skin, incessant and irritating, quickly gathering at her underarms and at the crooks of her elbows. Strands of cornflower are slowly adhering themselves to her temple as the stallion she’s been gifted for the expedition trots along the unevenly marked path. Relief seems unattainable. 

The Princess had set off for the Spring of Courage without a lance in tow, and when she passed through the galvanized apathy of the castle gates, there had only been one, quiet soldier following in her wake; through a persistence that’s garnered more luck than her usual efforts, Zelda managed to convince her father that a smaller expedition would likely yield much more positive results. His initial recommendation of fifty men had felt far too overwhelming when he announced it— Zelda recalls the way anxiety jumbled in her stomach and twisted every which way so that she was nearly tossing up her feeble breakfast before the throne; but the thin tiara atop her head reminded her of its presence, and she struck the idea down in a fuller voice than her father had come to recognize. This should be done quietly. It hadn't been long before she’d wheedled the number so far down that the King was rubbing at his temple with exasperation, soon deciding, perhaps only out of spite, that it’s Sir Link and Sir Link only that shall aid her. 

Zelda can accept that—after all, Sir Link’s daily routine already consists of an overwhelming dose of disappointment in her. 

The sprawling canopies of the jungle soon echo with the strident call of birdsong and the prattle of a rushing stream. The copse begins to grow thicker, and for the first time all afternoon, uncertainty is gripping at the Princess’ throat as tightly as her fingers around the stallion’s reins. A flurry of cries tears through the veil of radiant green, perhaps drawn from a lone hog caught between some bloodthirsty predator’s ravenous incisors. She inhales sharply and sits taller, the taste of the jungle’s air sitting thickly on her tongue. 

“Are you faring well enough back there?” She calls backwards in an attempt to shed her nerves. Faring, Faron, ha. She tosses the laziest of glances back at her knight attendant, catching just enough of him to find that humidity hasn’t left him entirely unscathed, either. He nods politely before his sharp attention is pulled down to where a vine crackles beneath his mare’s heavy step. 

Zelda, for the most part, has grown warmer towards Link in the last few weeks. It’s hard to stay cross with the man who once darted across the dunes to save her from what ought to have been a horrible death at the hands of those who'd sought the blood of the Goddess, meant to spill it across the desert's sandy swells.  The hero seems almost indifferent to his efforts, as if he’d only prepared her a prompt afternoon tea; perhaps it’s his indifference that’s driving her a bit wild. Only a month ago, she’d hardly been able to look at him, each sight of his piercing stare and his long lashes and the damned sword on his back a blistering reminder of her own failures—but she’s far more embarrassed now, critical of herself for reasons that have more to do with the huffed tantrums of days passed. Perhaps her knight, given his nonchalance towards much more pressing matters, might also turn an eye to the juvenile behavior she’d once reserved for him.

Zelda draws her stallion to a halt to assess their location and drags a finger, gloved and sticky, across the map, running along a trail of blue dye as she traces the river southwards. “How would you feel about a quick rest soon?” she asks, her voice competing against the thrumming swell of the jungle’s mysterious strains. He has no objections, though she’s sure he’d never voice them even if they were to float across his mind. 

As she expects, a small clearing just south of the ancient ruins opens up to them, and Zelda is sliding off of her horse’s stark white frame before Link has a moment to offer his assistance. She wiggles aching fingers and stretches her limbs, bends to feel the grass beneath her and raises her arms skywards with a sigh that her handmaidens might concern themselves with. For all of its uncertainties and in spite of everything that lurks behind the verdant curtain of foliage, the jungle is liberating. Hyrule Castle is far more oppressive than this. 

Zelda’s thighs quiver as she sinks into a shady spot. Link ties their horses to a neighboring tree and is immediately on the hunt, eyes flickering from one dense branch to another before they lock onto the spiked husks that dangle from them. He launches himself up into one of the trees with ease, leather boots digging into the bark and thrusting him upwards. The fruit hits the ground beneath him with a soft thud that pulls Zelda from her thoughts, and she squints to make out what he’s gathering for them. 

“Durians. I’ve never tasted one before.” 

He turns and disarms her with the gentlest of smiles, but he’s quickly scaling another bole for more. When Link is satisfied with the pounds of durians he’s tugged from their perch, he shovels them into a bag and rests them neatly among their belongings. More weight for his mare, but they don’t have too much further to go—hardly an inconvenience for an animal as determined as the regal sorrel that gives Zelda’s own dignified thoroughbred a run for his money. Epona, she’s called, and she wonders if Link’s given her such a strong name all on his own or not—before her near death experience, she wouldn’t have thought considered asking purely out of spite: she’s a little too embarrassed to do so now, doesn’t want to feel her face grow hot when he wiggles his way out of a response with a shrug. 

The reprieve ends far too quickly and they’re soon descending into the heart of the jungle, equine footsteps surprisingly gentle as they maneuver through tendrils of vine and root running along the small palisades that line the Dracozu River. Zelda peeks over the cliff to find the body of water rushing by—wonders what it might be like to pitch herself into it for the quickest, most peculiar of moments. She finds herself wondering if Link would jump headfirst after her, scold her afterwards— and what would that be like? To find herself embroiled in his admonishment?  She ponders such a curious thing, temptation flickering in her eyes before she’s shaking the ridiculous thought away. 

The river winds and bends, and just as the massive stone monument comes into view, one of the region’s hallmark showers quickly rolls in and sends rain clattering off of the trees, blotting the sun out with pale gray. The horses skid across wet stone as they draw nearer to the Spring. Zelda’s never seen it in person, and the sight of the structure stitches a soft gasp tightly to her larynx—it’s large, ancient stone cut to resemble a serpent’s unhinged jaw. When both sets of leather boots are firmly planted on the slickened ground, Link racks up the horses as Zelda glides through the two, protruding fangs that hang from the structure's mouth. 

While Zelda ogles the craftsmanship, Link tends to the housekeeping duties that come with an expedition, and their campsite is fully set up by the time she’s done inspecting the architecture—he’s pitched the small tent that will house her that evening, a safe distance from where the he’s arranged for the campfire to be, and just beyond that, his own bedroll sits unfurled. She wishes he’d let himself stretch out upon it, settle in for a cat nap while she attends to her duties—she knows he won’t; he’ll stand for hours instead, his hands resting on the hilt of the Master Sword while his focus drives hard into whatever looms before him. Sometimes, when she hesitates between beseeching thoughts, she wonders if he ever bends his knees or shakes sleepy limbs out or rolls his neck. Wonders what crosses his mind in the silence—wonders if he ever lets the thoughts grow curious in the ways any normal man might. Heat quickly colors Zelda’s cheeks; what a foolish thought—of course he doesn’t. Link is as much of a statue as the figure set deeply against the spring. 

For all of the communication issues between the Princess and her knight attendant, they move fluidly together. Link pulls neatly folded fabric from her pack, her prayer dress nothing but a small patch of cream with gold jewelry perched upon it when he hands it off to her. It’s hardly out of his grasp before he’s wheeling around, offering her as much privacy as he can afford. She doesn’t have to worry, really—she knows he won’t dare to sneak a glance, and yet meadow green eyes affix themselves to his back, run along the slope of his shoulders to see if she can catch a flicker of movement as she trades leather for silk, gloves for golden bracelets. When she’s ready, the Royal Crest up against her throat and inflexible around her wrists, she sets her belongings aside and draws nearer to the water’s edge.

“Well…” she starts with a sigh, her voice reverberating off the stone. “Let’s begin.”

******

Dusk stains the jungle with jagged shadows as the sun dips below the horizon, and Zelda is still waist deep in the tepid waters of the Spring when she hears the first scrape of steel against flint. It only takes a few clicks before a small flame is licking up from a patch of firewood, and she opens her eyes to find space doused in soft saffron, the Goddess statue’s wistful smile now far more sinister beneath the quavering bloom of the campfire. 

The last two hours have been lost to the divine thoughts that percolate her mind, but the Goddess ignores every one that Zelda has prepared for her– those same, echoed thoughts that bore no results during the hours already spent in the Temple of Time. Zelda will not admit, not even to Impa once she returns home, that the last few traces of prayer have dissolved into nothing but a series of silent pleas: the Princess of Hyrule ends her session begging for a guidance that’s she expected to have secured long ago, as though it ought to have already been marked in a blueprint of her soul when she first came barreling into the world as nothing but a screaming infant.  Perhaps it’s foolish to admit such a thing, but she’s expected this to…well, she’s expected this to work . And yet here she stands, exhausted, her limbs soggy and her dress equally so, with a grumbling stomach that demands attention. She exhales heavily and returns to Link’s side, and he watches her approach with raised eyebrows. 

“Nothing,” she says. “Not a single word. It’s peculiar…don’t you think? I truly believed praying here might have helped.” She watches his eyes consider the words and for a moment, she thinks he might actually give voice to a response, but his lips twist in thought and he only shakes his head and shrugs. 

“You have full permission to speak to me, you know,” she reminds him, her voice gentle yet firm. 

He ducks his head and nods. 

Link prepares a dish of mushrooms and simmered fruit that tastes inexplicably sweet and savory and peculiar. The cooking process, however, is less than ideal—the odor leaves a bewildered Zelda pinching her nose as she tries to place some distance between herself and the cooking pot, but the stone mouth of the dragon traps her in the pungent aroma. She politely rejects the dish he tries to hand off to her, but he tries, again and again, and when she declares that she doesn’t mind favoring sleep instead of a meal, he grows persistent. 

“It tastes far better than it smells,” Link explains, his soft voice like a crack of thunder and the blue of his eye suddenly as torrential as the shower that splatters against the roof of their lodgings.  Pinned beneath his watch, Zelda considers that maybe he really is as handsome as the ladies of the castle claim him to be—no, it must be his kindness that has the tips of her ears burning. 

He throws himself before blades and claws to keep her safe–he certainly won’t lie to her about this.

“Alright, then.” 

It turns out that he’s right, and for once, she’s relieved to be wrong.

They eat in silence, as anticipated, save for an exclamation that durian tastes much more enjoyable than she’s expected it to. Zelda is far too exhausted to try and coax any genuine conversation from him; she finds herself turning over her pleas to the Goddess again and again, wondering if she misspoke. Wondering if she had done something to cross her long ago, long before the endless evenings of prayer ever came to light, long before that wretched fortune teller bound her to such a devastating prophecy.  She wonders what her knight attendant must think of this attempt; her stomach churns when she imagines her father’s expectant face crumbling into distress as she stands before the throne and delivers such news.  All lingering traces of hunger drain from her body at the thought. 

“Thank you for dinner,” Zelda begins, her voice hardly audible over the small crackle of the campfire. “I appreciate it.” 

She thinks Link will choose silence again, but a quick glance at his low lit expression tells her she’s caught him off guard. His lips are parted slightly and his forehead creases. He clears his throat.

“You’re very welcome, Princess.” 

A small victory—but it sends drips of warmth down her spine all the same. 

“Good night, Sir Link,” she offers politely. She doesn’t wait for a response–she knows she’s unlikely to get one–and if he speaks further, it’s drowned out beyond the flap of canvas that waves in her wake as she disappears into her tent.

*****

The stress of travel weighs so heavily on Zelda’s bones that she cedes to the night’s sleepy call without much protest. Her dream carries her closer to home, across the patch of wetlands, along the peculiar Pillars of Levia, over the settlement of Hateno further east. She finds herself summiting the Dueling Peaks, surveying the land, leaping from the southernmost of the twins and landing neatly in the plains below. Her feet have hardly touched the ground before the world is exploding around her, and when the blurs of blistering heat finally pass and the red skies melt away, there’s nothing but scorched earth left, the steely scent of blood and ash and the ache of shell-shocked limbs as they struggle to shake off hints of paralysis.

She wakes with a sharp gasp, forehead damp from more than just a humid night. Zelda presses a hand to her chest and breathes into her palm. Deep breaths, it’s just a dream.  She settles back upon her bedroll and seeks sleep out once more, but the soft rumble of something unfamiliar beyond the tent tugs her up. 

Zelda clutches the edge of the bedroll as she cranes startled ears forwards.

It happens again—a low murmur among the jungle’s sleepy trills. Nocturnal voices chitter and hum, but above them all something grumbles: a moan, a sigh. A whine. 

Is that…? 

It withers away, dissipates into nothing before it’s replaced by the unmistakable rattle of sleep lodged in a throat, a small crackle fraying the edges of his voice before a heavy sigh shoots out from his nostrils. And then, another hum, and the rustle of his bedroll as he moves atop it before another sound breaks free from his drowsy lips. It’s a rather high pitch, Zelda thinks. She's never known her knight’s voice to be stentorian or grandiose in any way, but she doesn’t know what to make of these sounds. She hardly realizes that the corners of her mouth are turning up with glee.

“—oh,” he breathes.

An oh ! Hardly a word, but it will be enough ammunition to tease him with once morning dawns. Perhaps she might convince him to open up with this newfound knowledge. Just a word, she’ll tease before she tries to make him guess just exactly what it is that he whispers into the night. She’s already giddy at the prospect. 

Zelda can’t help herself—she wants a visual to help with her recollection in the morning. She pokes her head through the tent’s opening and finds his supine form exactly where she expects him to be, half illuminated upon his bedroll by moonlight streaming in through the slotted stone above. She squints and makes out his fingers twitching gently atop the bedding, his chest rising in a short shudder as his head lolls to the side with a non-committal hum. He inhales sharply through parted lips. A small grunt. And then another word, jagged and delivered as a harsh whisper:

“ F…fuck .” 

Zelda nearly chokes on an abrupt gasp before she's clapping a hand across her mouth in shock. It’s spoken so clearly that she’s suddenly panicked that he’s speaking to her directly through the tent. And then she’s panicking for other reasons: first, because the sound of an expletive of all things in her stalwart knight’s tone is more than enough to send distress signals rippling through her body, and second, because it thrills her in a way that her instincts deem as far too unseemly for the Princess of Hyrule. It’s as though he’s taken that scandalous word, traced her lips with it and forced it into her mouth, dangled it on her tongue before pushing it so far down that it anchors itself in the pit of her stomach. She replays the sound in her mind, again and again, and with each repetition the aftershock grows more and more daunting

It’s all over so quickly. The jungle draws to a hush—the creatures of the night must catch wind of her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage. Zelda doesn’t know how long she sits at the tent’s opening, on her knees, waiting for more, and soon his soft breathing—the sleepy inhalations that she actually does recognize— are floating across to her. She can only draw one assumption: her knight has had a rather… indecent dream. Vulgar and whining, crass and needy. Oh Goddess, he is just a man after all, isn’t he? A man with simple needs, primal needs, like any other man. She’s made the mistake of craving his voice and the Goddess has punished her with more than she's bargained for. 

Something quickly swells in her, and when it settles, she's left with an unfamiliar thought peering over the edge of her mind, blinking up at her, waiting for her approval before it spills over entirely. Zelda shakes the thought from her head and darts back across the bedroll, but even weighted with sleep something in her body burns, her blood singing her veins and an impending storm rumbling to life inside of her. 

No, she will most definitely not be mentioning this in the morning. 

[taleswritten]

Under the cut is a list of muses I have for those who can’t open the google doc. Note: the google doc has detailed information about them so if you can, please open it up.

Bold is primary, italic is secondary, regular is by request.

TVD/TO/LEGACIES:

ELENA GILBERT

KATHERINE PEIRCE

DAMON SALVATORE

ALARIC SALTZMAN

LIZZIE SALTZMAN

josie saltzman

caroline forbes

bonnie bennett

Klaus Mikaelson

FINAL FANTASY:

CLOUD STRIFE (ff7r)

aeirth (ff7 remake)

tifa (ff7 remake)

Jill Warrick (ff16)

Clive Rosfield (ff16)

snow villiers

THIRTEEN REASON’S WHY:

Justin Foley

Bryce Walker

Jessica Davis

Clay Jenson

911/911 LONE STAR:

ATHENA GRANT

MADDIE BUCKLEY

OWEN STRAND

TK STRAND

GRACE RYDER

AHS:

Brooke Thompson

Montanna Duke

donovan

BBC SHERLOCK:

SHERLOCK HOLMES

BRIDGERTON:

Simon Bassett

Daphne Bridgerton

kate sharma/bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

BTVS/ATS

Buffy Summers

CORDELIA CHASE

CAOS:

SABRINA SPELLMAN

ONE CHICAGO:

natalie manning

JAY HALSTEAD

ADAM RUZEK

KIM BURGESS

Hank Voight

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

DAREDEVIL:

MATT MURDOCK

DEXTER:

DEXTER MORGAN

DCTV:

SARA LANCE

JOHN CONSTANTINE

SPOONER

EUPHORIA:

JULES VAUGHN

RUE BENNETT

FROM DUSK TIL DAWN:

Seth Gecko

Kate Fuller

GOOD GIRLS:

BETH BOLAND

Greys’ Anatomy:

meredith grey

JO WILSON

CARINA DELUCA

Ameila Shepard

GAME OF THRONES:

DANY

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

NCB HANNIBAL:

WILL GRAHAM

HAUNTING OF BLY MANNER:

DANI CLAYTON

PETER QUINT

HEMLOCK GROVE

PETER RUMANCEK

HTGAWM:

CONNOR WALSH

LAW AND ORDER SVU:

OLIVIA BENSON

Elliot Stabler

kathleen stabler

alex cabot

casey novak

LOST GIRL:

BO DENNIS

LUCIFER:

CHLOE DECKER

lucifer morningstar

mazikeen

MINDHUNTER:

Holden Ford

POSE:

ANGEL EVANGALISTA

BLANCA EVANGALISTA

PRODIGAL SON:

MALCOLM BRIGHT

RIVERDALE:

ARCHIE ANDREWS

BETTY COOPER

TONI TOPAZ

CHERYL BLOSSOM

FP Jones

JUGHEAD JONES

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO:

MAX EVANS

LIZ ORTECHO

STRANGER THINGS:

NANCY WHEELER

BILLY HARGROVE (BILLY’S TATTOOS POST SEASON THREE HERE )

STATION 19:

Vic Hughes

SUPERNATURAL:

Dean Winchester

THE MAGICIANS:

ELIOT WAUGH

MARGO HANSON

THE WITCHER (GAME, TV SHOW, AND BOOK MIXED MEDIA):

GERALT (please note, geralt has cat-eyes. not the eyes we see in the show. if you need a visual, think game geralt)

CIRI

Yennefer (only willing to write her with @writtenmisfits at this current time)

Jaskier

TRUE BLOOD:

SOOKIE STACKHOUSE

TARA THORTON

jessica hamby

JASON STACKHOUSE

SAM MERLOTTE

WYNONNA EARP:

WYNONNA EARP

WAVERLY EARP

NICOLE HAUGHT

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

KLAUS HARGREEVES

ALLISON HARGREEVES

VAN HELSING:

Vanessa Van Helsing

YOU:

BECK

JOE GOLDBERG

LOVE QUINN

THEO

FORTY QUINN

DCU:

WONDER WOMAN/DIANA PRINCE

HARLEY QUINN (au verse 1 here)

DESCENDANTS:

HARRY HOOK

MAL BERTHA

EVIE GRIMHILDE

MCU:

DEADPOOL/WADE WILSON

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

WANDA MAXIMOFF

BUCKY BARNES

NATASHA ROMANOFF

YELENA BELOVA

THOR

LOKI

MICHAEL MORBIUS

Peter Parker (the amazing spiderman)

POTC:

CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW

ASSASSIN’S CREED SERIES:

JACOB FRYE

EVIE FRYE

EIVOR

KASSANDRA

DETRIOT BECOME HUMAN:

Connor

DRAGON AGE:

MORRIGAN

FENRIS

GARRETT HAWKE

MARIAN HAWKE

LUCANIS

TAASH

CYBERPUNK:

V (both male and v, both streetkid and corpo)

JOHNNY SILVERHAND

JUDY ALVAREZ

LAST OF US:

joel miller

ELLIE

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

LINK

RESIDENT EVIL:

ADA WONG

LEON KENNEDY (previously traumamade)

ETHAN WINTERS

LADY DIMITRESCU

Claire Redfield

dimitrescu daughters

TOMB RAIDER:

LARA CROFT

UNCHARTED:

NATHAN DRAKE

BLEACH:

ichigo kurosaki

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

VAMPYR:

JOHNATHAN REID

BLACK BUTLER:

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

BLUE EXORCIST

RIN OKAMARU

HELLSING:

SERAS VICTORIA

INTEGRA HELLSING

NARUTO:

NARUTO UZUMAKI

TSUNADE

SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

BAN

VAMPIRE KNIGHT:

yuuki cross/kuran

ZERO KIYRUU

OUAT:

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

SOA:

JAX TELLER

VENUS

GEMMA TELLER

WHITE COLLAR:

Neal Caffrey

FAR CRY:

FAITH SEED

NEW AMSTERDAM:

MAX GOODWIN

CRUELLA:

CRUELLA DE VILLE

MASS EFFECT:

JOHN SHEPARD

JANE SHEPARD

KAIDAN

SAMARA

KASUMI

MIRANDA

DOCTOR WHO:

rose tyler

GOSSIP GIRL REBOOT:

ZOYA LOTT

MAX WOLFE

DOOM PATROL:

JANE

LARRY TRAINOR

A WAY OUT:

LEO CARUSO

CASTLE:

RICHARD CASTLE

BITTEN:

ELENA MICHAELS

TEEN WOLF:

CHRIS ARGENT

ALLISON ARGENT

SCOTT MCCALL

LYDIA MARTIN

STILES STILINSKI

THE FLASH:

BARRY ALLEN

NORA WEST ALLEN

BART WEST ALLEN

IRIS WEST

CAITLYN SNOW

KILLER FROST

SUCKERPUNCH

BABY DOLL

SHADOW HUNTERS

ISABELLE

ALEC

HOUSE OF ASHES

JASON

THE MEDIUM

MARIANNE

THE LAST KINGDOM

UHTRED RAGNARSON

Iseult

MOON KNIGHT

STEVEN GRANT/MARC

FIRST KILL

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont.

THE QUARRY

Kaityln Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Laura Kearny

THE SANDMAN

Dream/Morpheus

INTEVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis De Pointe

Claudia

HORIZON SERIES

Aloy

THE VAMPIRE ACADEMY (TV SERIES)

Rose Hathaway

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Enid Sincliar

DAYS GONE

Deacon St. John

QUEEN CHARLOTTE - A BRIDGERTON STORY

Queen Charlotte

MAYFAIR WITCHES

Rowan Fielding

Critical Role (currently caught up to episode 97 and both seasons of the animated show)

Vax

Vex

Keylith

THE EVIL WITHIN

Sebastian 

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Karlach

Orin

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Charlie Morningstar

Niffty

Alastor

Outlander:

Claire Fraser

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES SERIES:

Feyre (started and currently reading book 3)

HELLUVA BOSS:

Stolas

Loona

Fizz

Moxxie

Millie

[justadumbasskid]

Strap in, Rimmers. This is a longpost.

At the end of the time of Valley Station, I wanted an entirely new spin on the last colony I was about to build in my pursuit of the Archonexus. I would call this one Artifact Plains. Set on a cold, flat grassland biome up near the North Pole of this planet.

With scarce building materials, I set myself up in the ancient danger as a temporary camp, looting the surrounding ruins for supplies and buildings like the heater. The bugs inside were swiftly dealt with, dying to Volz's charge sniper rifle and Mei's monosword. In the fighting, the cryptosleep tombs were damaged and automatically opened. I do not plan on keeping any of the wayward souls that emerged.

Inside the hermetic crate was a persona eltex lance called Naga, I gave her to Fuller.

The ancient danger quickly grew into more than just a temporary camp, but it was still quite shabby as a barracks, a workshop, a warehouse, a rec room, and a laboratory all in one. (I got all the Archotech eyes and synthetic hearts when Mei killed a bunch of bionic thrumbos and we butchered them)

Such compactness was necessary as I began work on what would be the final grand temple to the Archonexus. It's so hard creating circles in RimWorld without mods, this is actually an oval. It's slightly stretched upwards.

As the Long Winter set in, I began to expand on the temple structure even more. I planned that this would be a very communal type of colony. With huge rooms serving multiple purposes in loosely-divided areas. Geothermal power plants would provide heat and power on every corner, and the "inner sanctum" of the structure would hold smaller structures. Like a Mechanitor laboratory, shrine, hospital, travel hub, and courtyard.

Such plans were quickly dashed as I checked the quest tab and realized I already had the wealth to pursue the Archonexus. Hm...

It's a bit demoralizing. This is my holy mission, so I can't just ignore it. But it's just demoralizing how all of my colonies get smaller and less grand than the one before it. All my pawns are so good and so augmented that they are worth forty times the price of an un-augmented pawn, and they work at four times the speed while needing half of the sleep, food, and recreation.

At the same time, though, I was getting a bit bored, and was ready to wash my hands of this playthrough. So, for old time's sake. Here's First Factory, Valley Station, and Artifact Plains compared to one another.

[blueikeproductions]

Heathers AU hypothetical voice cast

I’ve always pictured my AU as being an animated version of events with extra bits to make it fresh.

The voice cast I generally had in mind for the preexisting cast was the majority of the original off Broadway cast reprising their roles like Barret Weed as Veronica and Ryan MacCartan as JD in particular because they’re the ones I’m most familiar with.

Some alterations, with ideally some of the original movie cast returning in guest roles:

Westerberg principal Gowan played by Andre Braugher

Mrs. Sawyer played by Winona Ryder

Mr. Kelly played by Lance Fenton

Mrs. Sweeney played by Shannon Doherty

Mr. Sweeney played by Patrick Labyorteaux

Betty Finn played by Grace Victoria Cox

Tracey played by Sophia Anne Caruso

Bud Dean played by Kurt Fuller

Alex Brightman as Father Ripper (mostly to retain a coincidental Beetlejuice connection and because Beetlejuice himself being the Father is funny to me)

Original cast:

Dan Braverman played by Landon McDonald

Specs played by Nicolas Roye

Jamie played by Brandon Mychal Smith

Voice Inside Your Head played by Christian Slater

Throttle played by James Scully

Thrash played by Omar Miller

Mrs. Braverman played by Candi Milo

Mr. Braverman played by Josh Brener

Cheryl Rodgers played by Grey DeLisle

Bud Sr. played by Maurice LaMarche

Jocelyn Dean played by Lisanne Falk

Kara Sweeney played by Christina Vee

[oschvank]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Nelliel Tu Oderschvank

Alias: Only a select few can call her Nel.

Gender: Female

Age: Looks around mid-late twenties.

Species: Arrancar

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents:  Her existence.

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: --

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Japanese, Spanish, Nahuatl

Family: Deceased.

Friends: Few, but close

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual (in the ace spectrum) / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: Scar going down her forehead, across down of her mask. Many other battle scars littered around her body.

Facial Features: Fuller bottom lip, downward slanted eyes, red mark across nose bridge.

Tattoos: '3' on her back.

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats? None

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow? Lance

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

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