#taurae

[sylvanmigdal]

The Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet Wants You

[ohomich]

bang!!! 💥

[mixvillainousandtcoaal]

Graves of Eden AU: "I saw" Part 1

"It's not nice to take other people's things, sabes?"

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Fun fact: Blackberry is a symbol for death, pain, remorse, grief, and lowliness in Europe. However, it also stands as a symbol of God's voice and divine love to the Hebrews.

No, Taura didn't say what happened but someone else saw it.

Gabriel belongs to @bipanicoverthegravessiblings

Graves of Eden AU belongs to @ultravioletqueen

[crazysodomite]

Seeing ragebait is really upsetting for me even if I don't engage with it at all 😭 when I see someone behaving badly i start feeling like it's my fault for not stopping them even when it has nothing to do with me

[llamaisllama777]

THE WEEKLY*/DAILY* LAES,TSAMS,MGAFS REVIEW!!! 🎊👏🎊

Starting off with a wholesome one

Aw, Lunar and Earth show, when the other shows give us chaos, you give us wholesomeness. Earth and Eclipse's friendship is just amazing! She's the only person who ever gave Eclipse a chance and proved to himself that he can be good and that he does care, even if he wants to believe he doesn't. Earth, you did the impossible! 👏 👏 👏 I also loved the little talk with Earth,Lunar, and Monty at the end. I just like it when the characters interact and have normal experiences and not have to worry about monsters, or villains, or other dimensions. They deserve a little break by the end of all this.

Next show!

OKAY WE GOT SOME MAJOR LORE!

and about the Stitchwraith none the less.

So massive spoiler 3,2,1,

The red crystal that gave Stitch his power that is now in F.C. ya, that one...

IT'S A PIECE OF A WITHERSTORM!!!!

So, F.C. is in more danger than we thought! If Taurus or Creator find out about this, let's just say it won't be pretty! And to make matters even more interesting, Molten was MADE by the Crystal or from it. This star power is some crazy stuff if it can create a being that is effectively a living portal!

Molten has proven to be a great ally so far, we're gonna need all the help we can get if we want to stop Dark Sun and the other villains. Also, Molten is beginning to piece together why he was made and what he was built to do. He may have been built to hunt down and capture/kill anyone who posed a threat to the Creators, making ya wonder who these threats were? Are any of the still around? Are they betteror worse than Creator? Let's hope we don't find out.

DID

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DID PUPPET JUST "NO WAY HOME" HERSELF

or something like that? She cut her strings! Is this like if Shadow takes off his cuffs he gets more powerful is it like that? But does it come at the cost of everyone's memories of her? Cause she said she'd have to restring 40 years of her life? What does that mean? Did she just pull a "No way home?" In exchange for more power?

The fight between Puppet and Puppetmaster is gonna be some dragon ball level poo!

Puppet is done playing nice, and I'm genuinely scared of what she'll do and what she'd be willing to sacrifice to win. Eclipse, you have really proven your metal out there helping Puppet and the others even though you don't have to. 👏👏👏👏 Eclipse whether you like it or not. You're one of the good guys now! Davis, thank you for the Eclipse redemption arc.

11/10 👏 👏 👏

[bestofsophieturner]

Sophie Turner via instagram story

[sophietisthebest]

Sophie with her friends at the Cowdray Gold Cup Finals.

[rabdoidal]

i. fragment 24 by sappho ii. [-161] Now we’re all sons of bitches. by @asoftersea

more art of my dnd character cassandra and my friend @eon-elirium's character lockne! the first is them hanging out pre-campaign doing their normal thing (lockne weaving and cassie reading out loud from a book), and the second is cassie having a typical family trauma nightmare

🧵🩸 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🩸 🧵

some sketches under the cut:

[twilightronin]

Beautiful Wrestlers: Down for the Count - Hiroyuki Nasu 1984

[sir-adamus]

get fucked get fucked get all the way fucked

[dreadsuitsamus]

Hey Ellie! I hope you’re doing good! May I please request sfw prompts #39 and #13 with Vegeta? I got hit with the mood of wanting something soft with Vegeta out of nowhere.

Slow | Vegeta x Reader |

#13- "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."

#39- "Why are you scared of loving?"

author's note: something soft with vegeta? sign me the hell up 🫡🫡 this is also (i believe) the second to last request i have remaining from the prompt lists requests, since i lost the lists 🫠

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: brief mentions of canon typical violence and death, no dialogue

Stargazing with Vegeta wasn't a new pastime of yours, but it's always somehow felt so special to sit with your prince in the darkened silence, watching the twinkles above you with no one around to interrupt. It's been a long time of this, with plenty lost along the way, but time and time again you've proven your strength to match up to his and that's why you've remained his second for so long.

You find that your eyes keep slipping to look at him rather than the dipper before you, however.

Oh, how he's changed after all this time. He used to be horrific, cruel even for a Saiyan. He was even unbothered by Frieza's annihilation of your home planet! And now he's at ease, though not without an occasional princely tantrum every now and then. Having his ass absolutely handed to him on Earth ended up yielding results you never could have seen coming; perhaps his death on Namek played the biggest role in his changing ways.

Though it was temporary and will continue to be should he perish again, you'll never quite recover from the scars his death left on you.

Vegeta shifts just a tad, his arm brushing against yours as you both lean on the large rock. It's wide and tall, slanted and perfect for gazing at the stars or clouds alike. It's as if destiny curated this spot just for you and your Prince of all Saiyans— you've never once seen or sensed another soul here.

Goosebumps cover your skin at the vague touch. He's attractive, no doubt, and you've seen him damn near naked more than once and vice versa, but the proximity is a thousand times more intimate and only ever occurs here. Any other time, without this setting, you and Vegeta are both highly prone to distance from the world and each other.

You're certainly best friends, having lived through what feels like three separate lifetimes together. And at one point, it seemed this barrier had the potential to lift. Post-Namek, things were… Gentler. Vegeta had hugged you for the first time, and you remember it more fondly than you'd like to.

There's a solid few taps on the door to the bedroom Bulma's given you, and you don't need to recognize the strength behind it to know it's Vegeta. It's late, well past midnight even, and perhaps he's also finding it hard to sleep on the too-soft bed. You can hardly stand to even sit on it, though you've been seated at the end of it ever since the shower you took in the extravagant bathroom connected to your new bedroom.

"Come in."

He enters quietly, not even a word spoken as he crosses the room to join you. The bed dips as he takes his place to your left, and together you stare at the carpet. This place is much different from Planet Vegeta, of which your memories hold an unfavorable fog, or any Frieza Station. There's no tyrant to obey, no missions to fulfill… The world is yours to claim on terms you get to create, for the first time in your thirty years of life.

Will you and Vegeta have those same terms, though? Or for the first time in both of your lives, will you navigate entirely alone?

Vegeta's arm moves around your shoulders, tugging you close enough for him to rest his cheek atop your head, and your lips curl just a bit for the first time in quite a while.

A breeze rolls through and you shiver despite your hot-blooded Saiyan nature. Unbothered by the chill himself, Vegeta tugs off the jacket he's wearing and drapes it over your shoulders. Wearing a small smile, you give his arm a gentle pat.

You find it difficult to believe the man before you is the man you once knew— though he can probably say the same about you. You were his favorite warrior, slitting throats and tearing things apart with your bare hands right alongside him, and now you care for the son he had out of wedlock with Bulma as if the boy was your own.

Vegeta being a father in itself has been hard to believe at times. But just as he's grown as a man, his fatherhood journey has been complex and constantly changing too. In the beginning he chose not to acknowledge the child at all, not until you swiftly nipped it in the bud at least, though one thing you absolutely could not (and wouldn't dream of attempting to) change was his lack of commitment to Bulma herself. Truthfully, it's probably for the best that they co-parent rather than cohabitate as husband and wife.

She's got it all, though. Money, beauty and fame, his firstborn child even. Why he hesitates, you may just never know.

Looking away from the sky and in the face of the man that's already looking at you, his normally sharp features softer than usual and illuminated by the stars and dwindling fire you lit hours ago. You're left to simply stare and wonder as far as your mind can take you.

Why are you scared of loving, Prince? You think to yourself as Vegeta's knuckles brush against you lightly in his effort to adjust his jacket over you properly.

To himself, Vegeta muses something he may never gain the ability to say aloud.

I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much.

[rainwingmarvel7]

Taura Elistacia - Half-Elf Battle Smith Artificer

Been playing around with Procreate recently and decided to draw the bestest girl, Taura bc she’s so precious, and I miss her dearly

[blacksapphicguide]

Now What (short film)

2020 short film. Available on YouTube. Drama, romance.

Plot points:

Love confession

Crushes

Teenage romance

Falling for the best friend trope

Black sapphic (joint main)

Black sapphic characters:

Kenzie (Taura Trash)

Connections:

Kenzie x Maya (interracial sapphic)

Sex & Nudity - Very Mild

Heterosexual couple kissing

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - None

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - None

Frightening & Intense Scenes - None

[mixvillainousandtcoaal]

"THE INCIDENT”

Years ago, a mother and her daughter went camping in a forest far from the city, hoping that they would bond since the daughter was adopted.

When the mother was busy setting up camp, her daughter ended up getting distracted by two rabbits. The daughter tried to get closer, but the two rabbits ended up running away, forcing her to go deeper into the forest.

After a while, the daughter realized she was lost, she tried to find her way back, but she ended up getting more and more lost until she found a camp but unfortunately it wasn't hers and before she could realize it someone hit her in the head.

The poor daughter was used for a demonic ritual, they cut off her head to use her blood to draw the symbol of the entity and when they finally summoned their evil master, the 2 cultists who summoned him ended up arguing about whose request would be granted, since they only had 1 soul to offer, this made the entity realize that they were just idiots and decided to check the soul that was given to him.

Because it would be more interesting than dealing with those 2 idiots and he felt something strange with the little soul.

After having a little chat with the soul, he decided to make a deal, the entity wouldn't let her die if he did something for it and let's just say those 2 cultists didn't end up surviving.

But was this deal worth it?

[cookie-nom-nom]

[“But I’m not even human.” 

Miles shrugged. “Human is as human does.” He forced himself to reach out and touch her damp cheek. “Animals don’t weep, Nine.”

She jerked, as if from electric shock. “Animals don’t lie. Humans do. All the time.”

“Not all the time.”

“Prove it.” She tilted her head as she sat cross-legged, her pale gold eyes were suddenly burning. Speculative. 

“Uh, sure. How?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wot.”

“Take off your clothes and lay with me as humans do, men and women.” Her hand reached out to touch his throat. The pressing claws made little wells in his flesh.

“Urp?” choked Miles. His eyes felt wide as saucers. A little more pressure and those wells would spring out red fountains. I’m about to die. 

She stared into his face with a strange, frightening, bottomless hunger. Then, abruptly, she released him. He sprang up and cracked his head on the low ceiling and dropped back down, the stars in his eyes unrelated to love at first sight. Her lips wrinkled back on a fanged groan of despair. “Ugly,” she wailed, her clawed nails raked across her cheeks, leaving furrows. “Too ugly. Animal. You don’t think I’m human.” She seemed to swell with some destructive resolve. 

“No no no!” Gibbered Miles, lurching to his knees and grabbing her hands and pulling them down. “It’s not that, it’s just— how old are you, anyway?” 

“Sixteen.”]

——

Miles instantly recoiled, cracking his head on the ceiling again because those who didn’t learn history were doomed to repeat it, as Commodore Tung was fond of reminding him. Immediately her eyes narrowed, a snarl creeping over her sharp teeth. “You don’t think I’m human enough,” she accused, voice still husky from disuse. “I knew it.” Her claws slipped back up to the scratches on her damp face, and he jolted forward, batting them down again in a reckless manner. 

“No, it’s not that,” Miles insisted, eyeing the way her claws were curling into fists about the same size as his entire face. “You’re a child! I can’t do that.”

“My life expectancy was barely a few years. The rest of the projects have been long dead.”

“Well, it’s still wrong in human years, which is the point. There’s plenty of other tests for humanity, anyways.” Sex was by no means the epitome of human existence. “What about Socrates? Human choice motivated by the desire for happiness? Or, oh, what was that test for AI centuries ago? The Tuning Test? That would work too.” He didn’t remember what it actually entailed. “There’s many tests. You yourself said only humans lie. By your own logic, lie, ergo, human. Human is as human does.” That’s what he’d meant it to be applied to, anyway. 

Her eyes narrowed. “None of those prove your belief to me. I still like my test.” Well, naturally. [Sixteen. God. He remembered sixteen. Sex obsessed and dying every minute.] 

[“Aren’t you a little young for this?” he tried hopefully.] She started a protest, but he continued. “It’s illegal. There. I applied human laws to you.” Probably a first for Jackson’s Hole. “I also just offered you a job, and regulations ban interrank romantic interactions.” No matter how much he might want to with one particular Eli Quinn...

The power dynamic was entirely wrong, between his age and rank and the fact he was beginning to suspect he was about to rescue this girl. Or, hell, look at it the other way, at the underlying threat that he must prove he believed her human or die. It was a messed up power imbalance from nearly every angle. 

A crumpled look crossed her wolfish features. Miles tried to console her. One for it being the Vorish, gentlemanly thing to do, and two because while he thought it unlikely she’d kill him at this point, he still didn’t want to increase his chances. “I’m probably the first nice face you’ve seen in a while. Don’t settle for me simply since I got here first. There are plenty of suitable partners once you get out of this basement. Which, reminder, we’re in a hostile environment surrounded by enemies. We still need to escape.” 

Moroseness slumped her features. “It’s impossible. I stopped trying years ago. And…” a shudder ran down her strong back, ears flattening. “...they don’t like it when you try,” she said lowly. “They wouldn’t do this to me if I was human.”

“Eh, actually they would. I mean, I’m human, and I’m down here, aren’t I? I’ve been deemed subhuman before. It hurts when they think it’d be a mercy to ‘put you out of your misery’.” He was going to strangle that scientist.

She gave him an odd look, scrutinizing him more thoroughly. “You don’t look like Jacksonian work. And you said you’re human. Why isn’t that enough for them?” 

Miles spread his hands wide, a wry expression crossing his features. “Ah, but I’m a mutant. A weakling. A curse from God upon my father’s house for every sin they can think to lay at his feet. They will find anything and everything they can to hold against you, Nine, no matter what it is that makes you different. Eight feet tall or four foot nine, unmatched strength or bones of glass; they will despise you either way. Well damn their notion of being born wrong because I intend to be ten times the man they ever could be.”

“Then it’s hopeless.” 

“If you want it to be handed to you, yes. You can’t rely on someone else to give you your humanity, because that implies they can revoke it at any time. It’s a value you have to find within yourself.” It sounded like some pithy Betan advice he would’ve picked up from his mother. “With your test, you wanted your body to feel human. But what about your soul, Nine?” He paused. “No, we need a name for you. I can’t be calling you a number like some type of lab rat.” Something strong and pretty, like her. He fell into that well of old earth philosophy he had initially fallen back on. Socrates, the Greeks, the like. When he finally found the name, it seemed perfect for the girl called a monster and trapped deep in the heart of a labyrinth of labs. Wasn’t Miles intended to be some blood sacrifice to her as well? And hadn’t the minotaur been a child when he was imprisoned for life? Punished for the crime of being born, just like them. “Taura,” he breathed. “I think I shall call you Taura.”

She went still, enraptured. “A name.” Tears welled in her golden eyes. “No one has ever given me a name.” 

“I’m not giving it to you. I’m letting you take it, to seize it, to make it your own. As much as I’d like to, I can’t give you your humanity either. That’s all up to you. Break free of every cruel moniker hurled at you. Monster, mutant– who cares what any of them think!? Prove them all wrong and never look back. That’s what I did. So here: I may reject your test, but I offer my own. I believe you’re ‘human enough’ because I believe you’re worthy of freedom, of a future, of a name. I certainly can’t give any of that to you, but I sure can help you try.” Something sparked in her gilded gaze, the tantalizing offer she’d likely never been given before. It was a hope doused quickly, but it had been there at all. Miles had a chance of relighting it, of fanning the flames. 

“You really think so?” Uncertain, her fangs twisted into a guarded frown. 

Miles batted aside a twinge of guilt. It wasn’t just because she was his only shot of escape, and it certainly wasn’t for a particular scientist whose neck he wanted to wring. This was because Taura didn’t deserve to be trapped in a basement eating rats for the rest of her tenuous life. He might have needed her, but she needed him, too, if only for a little while. 

“I don’t make offers I don’t intend to provide. So, care to escape with me?” He held out an arm, almost ridiculously formal, and she took it, choosing to trust him if only hesitantly, if only for that little spark of hope still in here somewhere.

[littleeclipze]

Wdym he can't be my dad?

He's signing adoption papers right now!

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