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blackmuscleai · 1 month

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milehighmechanic · 1 month

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𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

red

gold

black

glowing sky blue of the arc reactor

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

engine oil

that sort of real subtle, real expensive spiced cologne

coconut

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

designer suits

leather jackets

sneakers with everything

sunglasses indoors

MIT sweatshirts

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

a metal suit

a personal modified audi

stark-glass smartphone

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

shoulders back, head up, you're on camera, never let them see you bleed

restless fingers tapping a beat

an arm around your shoulder, peace signs thrown to the sky, a cocky grin and sure footing

a hand over his chest, breathing just off-kilter, tension lining msucles, holding just too still to be natural

that Classic Iron Msn attack pose, coupled with the Superhero landing

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

trails across the sky

the city skyline at night, shining and bright and ALIVE

sleek and shiny, futuristic

the whole Workshop aesthetic - battered leather couch and floating holograms, soldering irons and the whir of fabrication units, organised clutter and robots scurrying around in the background

the clang of metal in a blacksmith's forge

Tagged by : @glacierfront Tagging : @myatonements @rcscue @rejectory @feralego @paragonrising

#personality&etc.

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murdershaped · 6 months

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@weaveshadows | asked: “you are sulking,” vespera says, without looking up from the still-beating heart in front of her. magic from the demon weave bleeds from her hands, its deep red and black hues complementing the viscera congealed there. she is slowly threading a haste spell through the muscle, keen to see its impact. however, she can barely think over orin’s boisterous pacing. “loudly.”

Orin froze where it stood, the cool, damp stone of Bhaal's temple felt oddly grounding in that moment. Its soul did not feel TETHERED to its flesh, the stale air was more homely than her meat and bones. It had grown MORE AND MORE accustomed to this sensation since Vespera's hush hushed meetings with the little tyrant became increasingly common. Each play date was a corpse, and the pile of ROTTING FLESH emmited an odor none could escape this late in their little game. But Orin felt the ABSENCE of her sister more than the others, the two were linked. Flesh to msucle, but the sinews and ligaments were becoming INCREASINGLY STRAINED. Soon they would severe permanently and the innards and crimson of ALL THEY BUILT would flow out, never to be recovered.

" Sulking ??? " she hissed, turning to SCOWL at her bloodkin. Her arms outstretched at their sides, raising a chin in defiance. " Would you PREFER that I bow before you ??? Lower myself so that even my forehead touches the muck and filth you float over ??? Sing your praises until my throat CLOSES so all I may do is choke bile as well as adorations for you ??? " Orin's arms dropped back to her sides and she slowly shook her head. JUST LIKE GORTASH, she was becoming just like him. It was MADDENING, especially so when it saw all swoon at their sibling's whim now. They ALL CRUMBLED before her, their throats had been cut deeply and their fleshbags collapsed before her as they choked on their sanguine supply.

Not Orin. Orin would not be SO EASILY misled, it would not allow her sibling to drag all which Bhaal had built down further beneath the ground. " Your eyes have been plucked from your sockets, bloodkin. You are BLIND to the slaughter your ego leads us all towards. "

#weaveshadows #ANSWERED.#ORIN IS ASIDJASIDASAD #SO SALTY #vespera why dont u drive me to go get starbies anymore ;-;

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dredshirtroberts · 6 months

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Gonna waste some spoons on being introspective about my disabilities

Typing has been taking a lot out of me every time i attempt it, so we'll hope that it just like. Doesn't hurt as much if I lay back and just touch type while I've got my eyes closed.

Today is a bad day.

I mean like. Realistically i haven't done anything yet and therefore it can't be bad because nothing bad has happened to me yet? but also i can't move without extreme pain or tiredness so like. It's bad.

Even little movements are painful and ehausting. I can already feel the burn in my forearms from typing and do you want to know what i've spent the most time building up the msucles for over the course of my life? you know what muscles shouldn't ache after very small exercises? my forearm typing muscles that i use to type and have been typing tens of thousands of words per day every day for the past 20 years.

I could barely roll over this morning. It took me like a half an hour to do just that much. i was still and screaming at myself from inside my head for ages. i'm not super certain my voice will make words happen if i need to talk out loud. I did it a little earlier but that might have been it for today i don't know.

it's not even heavy bones even though that's how i've been describing it. it's that i'm so terrified of the pain of moving that i just...can't make myself do it. it hurts too much to move.

it's just funnier if i say that my bones have been replaced with black holes.

makes it feel more whimsical and silly than just "my body refuses to work today because it's too afraid of the pain".

i even tried to bargain that i wouldn't even make myself put on a bra to leave the house. we would just throw on the easiest clothes and the idea of having to sit up made me scream in agony at the prospect and i just lay there.

frustrated.

angry at myself.

disappointed in myself.

furious that i couldn't make myself move.

it was at least another half an hour (and my partner handing me some medicine before they left) before i had to force myself standing because otherwise i was going to have a huge mess on my hands that i am absolutely not prepared to handle today. I made myself grab food and a drink before i came back and i set up my computer so i could at least have that rather than just my phone

i'm going to have to get up again sooner rather than later, i can feel it. and i don't want to. i know it will hurt. it already does.

i just...want to be able to move. or i want the option to move. or i just...

i just don't want to hurt.

#transition seasons are the worst transition seasons are the worst #we struggled with this last year it's going to be fine it's going to be fine it's going to be fine #just gotta get through the transition.

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werspinna · 10 months

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“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

Bruises and Bruising !

Reineke of House Fuchs was the name of Wolfs time Electro. Reineke of House Fuchs had been send into the Templarorder to study after his Lady Mother had been murdered by Robbers while traveling. Reineke of House Fuchs handprint was still on Wolfs neck.

The hand had had closed around her throat and left a deep purple, almost blackish, perfectly handshaped mark on her olive skin as if it had burned itself into her flesh. In the bright light of the sickbay the bruise looked almost black. One moment the woman had sat quietly on the gurney, elbows on her knees and poxscarred hands folded, fingers gripping, digging, frantically holding together. Then Wolfs head snapped so fast up when she heard Miguels voice she seemed to almost be ready to jump up and run away like a scarred animal. And for a second she did looked at him just that way with her eyes big, her hands digged deep into the gurney, very single msucle tensed and ready to flee.

Reineke of House Fuchs was the name of Wolfs time Electro. Reineke of House Fuchs wore a crest of red which had had been on the ourside of a carriage Wolf had robbed when the Childrens Crusade had passed through Bavaria on the way to the alps. The Fuchs crest as red as the blood on Wolfs axe. Reineke of House Fuchs handprint was still on Wolfs neck.

The second ended as soon as it had started. The grin sneaked on Wolfs scarred face and needed only another second to look naturally. Theatralically Wolf lay smugly a hand behind her ear as if she had not heard the other, although her movements were sluggish from painkillers and her voice was nothing but a quiet croak from a brutally crushed throat that was only starting to heal itself.

"Awwww, what is it? What did I just heard? What sweet singsang did just touched my senses? Which sweet bird just sung into my ears? Was that worry? Oh, Harrijasses! I could almost think that was worry! is it worry I her in your voice, Miguel? How nice, oh so so nice! I am touched-" too dramaticaly to be serious Wolf palced a poxscarred hand on her chest, throwing - carefully and slowly to not hurt her neck or spine even more-her head back theatralically: "- my heart swells in my chest! My poor sining soul is forever saved from the burning hellfire and my life will be forver changed by this sweet gesture of care!" Wolf croaked a chuckle that hurted in her throat, then she leaned to the side and wriggled her thick eyebrows at Miguel: "Oh, not nice. My voice sounds like I aged eighthundred years and smoked pipe through every century. I sound like you. Not nice,not nic-"

The grin creeping on her poxscarred face slowly, so slowly, so so slowly, looked more like a baring of teeth and showed the small gap between her stark frontteeth in all its little glory as she said so, so, so sweetly and very clearly mocking with her now husky and deeper voice without a single ounce of regret his words from that other time: "You should see the other guy." Wolf exploded in uncomfortable husky laughter than, just a second later, she regretted it and almost fell off gurney in a miserable mix of coughing and painful whimpers. Reineke of House Fuchs handprint was still on Wolfs neck. [ @iobartach ]

#does this count as bullying your coworker?#[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷#iobartach #I laughed so ahrd #FUCHS IS ACTUALLY A BAVARIAN NOBLEHOUSE I AM FUCKIN SCREAMING #personal connection to a villian for wolf: Check!#and now ther are two villians in Wolfs villian gallery. Aka the Lizard adn Electro #tw: injury #tw: violence #tw: murder #tw: death

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warriors-but-cats-die · 2 years

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shadowclan — year six — allegiances

leadership

leader: blackstar (11y). tall white tom with a broad chest and black-rimmed ears.

deputy: boulder (9y). grey tom with a torn ear and blue eyes.

seer: runningnose (9y). small tom with a grey muzzle.

warriors

scorchwind (11y). ginger tom with amber eyes.

deerfoot (9y). lilac and white tabby tom.

tallpoppy (6y). sleek, light brown tabby she-cat.

wetfoot (5y). fluffy, grey tabby tom with yellow eyes.

quietwillow (5y). massive she-cat.

bayantler (4y). massive red she-cat with a patch over one eye.

willowspot (3y). huge, white and brown tom with hazel eyes. (apprentice — maplepaw)

birchwhisper (2y). large, well-muscled red tom with brown stripes and hazel eyes.

snowbird (2y). sleek, well-msucled white she-cat.

junipercloud (2y). white tom with very mottled cream patches and green eyes.

moonbreeze (2y). deaf white tom with silvery-cream tabby patches, big paws, and amber eyes.

watchbark (2y). tom with dark spots and teal eyes.

creamtail (2y). tom with hazel eyes.

galewhisker (2y). brown she-cat.

kinkfur (2y). sleek grey she-cat with long fur.

talonfur (2y). grey tom.

whitewater (1y). long-furred white she-cat with a blind eye.

willowthorn (1y). cream she-cat with dark, thin stripes and amber eyes.

scorchfur (1y). dark grey tom with slashed ears.

queens

cypresstail (2y). she-cat with darker spots. (kits — pinekit, sleetkit, windkit)

elders

brightflower (15y). tabby she-cat with a broad face, snub nose, cloudy eyes, and grey muzzle.

brackenfoot (13y). big, pale ginger tom with dark legs.

ashheart (12y). pale grey she-cat with blue eyes and unusual ears.

nightpelt (10y). small tom.

bristlefur (4y). huge, skinny, pale brown tortoiseshell and white she-cat with amber eyes.

rowanclaw (3y). lithe, dark ginger tabby tom with amber eyes.

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trashbinbackyard · 3 years

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Behold! Your husband! Yecal Ol’Iris

Meztli gives his kind bad rep outside their homeworld but you know, he’s not a shining example himself

Kind of a vigilante on the outer rim where he earn just enough money to keep a roof on his head (he does Not consider himself a hitman bc he doesn’t take just any job)

Has an accent like Meztli but not as heavy as he has better grasp on trade phonetics (it is now canon that all their kind speak in varying levels of southern accent sfdfgarhargh)

he thicc msucle

and tall (195cm)

his feathers are balck with grey tips, same with his limbs, black with light grey claws

yes, those are assless chaps

not as goofy as Meztli but there is some culture shock still in him even though he’s been out there longer than Meztli has been, he just hasn’t left the outer rim area

A toughboy for sure but also very dedicated

Very much a creature of the night

#i see you posted your own while i was writing this and did not look i swear #lets see what catastrophe will happen doghnta #i was about to make him a bounty hunter leader of the outer rim but then again #spice things up #he's kinda like shyn #based on the people he'll go bother he could be a bounty hunter but he likes being his own boss #also i didnt put an exact age for him but it's on the middle aged side #more or less depending where your guy is #enjoy!#space shitstorm #oh and this is pretty much his color palette #black and white bc i am afraid of color

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askmspaintcyborg002 · 7 years

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WHATS UP CUCKS THSI IS MY FANFICTION (DO NOT STEAL SHITYMURA >87(!!!!!) JETSCOOLER THAN U PART 1 SOME C OOL DUDE WAS WLALKING IN THE HOUS HIS NAME WAS HET RINK AND HE WAS COOL❄️❄️❄️ A S FJICK 👌🔫 HE HAD GIANT MSUCLES AND SUNGLASSES 😎😎😎😎 ADN HE WAS COOLER THAN EVERYOTHE BORG HE WAS ALSO 10 FT TALL 👀👀AND WA SWEARING SICK FASHIONS 2 GTE ALL THE BNICHEZ!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTD DNE AUDDENLY HRER WAS EXPLOSION!!! IT WNET BOOM 💥ADN THER WAS 🔥 FIRE!!! 🔥 ROAST ROAST SHO HET RINK HAD TO SVAE THEM BINCHES!!!!!!! o noez!!!!!SED FRANCISEY ARNOLE ADN THEY WER SAD 😭😭😭😭BTU HET RINK WAS LIKE ILL SACE U 😏ONLY IFF U BE BNOCH AND FRANSESCO WAS LIKE K 👍👍👍👍 ADN HET RNK PUT OUT THE FIRE WIT HS FACE ADN USED HIS MSCLES TO PUT IT OUT TOO 💦 💦 ADN FRNA WAS LIKE "yea" aDN THEN SUDDEN JOE SHITYMURA!!!!!!!!1111 "HDHEF" SHT HET RINK AND HE KILD JO 🔪🔪🔪🔪BC HE LTE NOBODY ELS HAVE BNICHES EXCEP HIM 👀👌MYBA JOE BNUCH BUT NOT RN ADN THEN!!! STINKY BLACK GHOST 👻👻👻👻 BTU HET KILDL THEM TOO O 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 AND HE GAWKT ALL BMICJES!!!!!!!!! HTE END BHOW I GOTTA GO BEFOR JOE SES THIS HAND SMALMS MY HEAD AGAIDMRST THE KEYBOARHFHDJJFJFEGFFCCEBENKFJJFHXYYWIWOEBBDVDHEK

#hiatus #cyborg 009 #JTE WRITES FIC!!!!!!!!#LONG POST LIKE ME

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