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@seven-circlllxs --Niss-- (Liked for a Starter)
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Things have been...quiet...as of late.
In this line of work Quiet could be exactly what you want-- or...
It could be the worst possible outcome.
The exchange and manufacturing of holy and blessed weaponry and the black market was the Overlord's primary business his mafia covers-- that with the occasional drug dealing on the side--
with the approaching E day Coming... He expected business to be booming at an exceptionally high rate-- but...he felt rather short on the supply and demand...
This year's freight seemed lighter than usual...
"... Arackniss..."
He calls for his son, who also happens to be one of his best men.
"...Have you seen the log book as of late? Could ya tell me if there are any missing debts."
He says this as more of a command rather than a quest while he lights a cigar and crunches the end of it between his teeth as he gives a few puffs...
"..M'gettin a feelin'at it's time...to collect."
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Starter @hastalikanhci
Location: Ashen Armour & Weapons
Time: Nearing the end of work day
As day rolls into evening, and the sky begins to reveal its' dark side, the town of Destarin also seems to slip into something a little more... risqué. Entirely too comfortable with the idea of danger, Maeve sits with one leg crossed beneath her, atop of the store counter, her other bare foot, she left dangling. The long, lean leg was sun kissed, the sheen of bright, golden hairs catching in the the crimson, red lamps hanging overhead.
Maeve was a werewolf of about three hundred and fifteen years old, and yet to look at her, one would simply see a woman in her late twenties, early thirties. One might assume Maeve is a little palates bunny to maintain the long, lithe figure beneath her simple white summer dress. From her relaxed countenance one might underestimate the young looking blonde. On first glance there was no kind of threat about the sun kissed armorer.
Her teeth shone brilliantly white, her blonde waves hung loose down her back, lazily adorned with pastel sea shells and a few stray twigs and leaves. Sandals lay discarded in the break room behind the counter, and Maeve's bare feet were closely followed by long, strong legs. Despite the recent grey weather, Maeve looked as though she were on holiday, instead of at work.
In her hands, Maeve held a crossbow. The weapon looked heavy and yet the blonde wolf held it with such ease it was almost comic. At least until an observant eye were to notice the sinewy muscle in her arms shifting with each movement. She was replacing the string, and was of half a mind to check the rest in the store, but for right now, her keen hazel eyes were concentrated on the task at hand. No matter how trivial the chore, Maeve applied an almost militant approach. If Maeve were an artist, it might be in her approach to handling and maintaining weaponry. It was a passion that often bordered on intense.
Surrounding Maeve was an eclectic mash up of weaponry, guns, bows and arrows, blades, caltrops, pikes, various shields, and axes. In the low light, every point and blade seemed to flirt with eyes, winking enticingly. The low, red lighting did nothing to ease the unnerving atmosphere. This store was no place for rookies, novices, or really anyone who couldn't dance with swords, and despite Maeve's sunny exterior, her confidence with the crossbow might indicate to someone paying attention, that there is more to the situation than what meets the eye.
A sigh escaped the blonde's pursed lips as she lifted one hand to scratch her face, leaving a dark smear of grease and lubricant on her cheek. Once more, Maeve returned expert fingers to the task of changing the strings when a fresh scent caught Maeve's nose. Her hazel eyes were already on the person's face as the door swung forward, gently knocking the bell above the door to signify their arrival.
"It's late, I'm locking up soon so you'll need to make it quick" It was blunt, to the point and quite possibly rude, but it was followed by a very small wry smile. "Oh..." she said slowly, wiping at her grease stained cheek, a small gesture that disguised the eager twitch of her nose.
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Good night, Darling.
Part one found here
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Leo walks into the lab, in a 3/4th profile, an ajar door behind him as he says, "So what was it you wanted to show..." He looks toward the "camera." "Me..." A close up of his eyes is shown with a worried, scared expression, pupils slit in fear and his brows creased. Donnie is then shown lying over a desk, still seated in the chair with his head not facing the "camera", the arm closest to the "camera" hanging limply, the other reaching above him. A shot of a hand pointing toward the back of Leo's head, as Leo looks behind him with a scared expression, the text reading, "I'm sorry, darling." A front view shot of both Leo and Usagi, with Usagi's upper face blacked out, his ears tied in a top knot. He stands slightly behind Leo, and Leo looks frightened as he tries to look at his lover out of the corner of his eye. He asks, "Yuichi...? What did you do to my brother?" and Usagi responds, "Oh, just a small tranquilizer." Then a close up on Usagi's muzzle as he smiles, "Would you like a taste, love?"
@maxdark158 @thesamurairabbit
#rottmnt leo#leosagi#rottmnt ask blog#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donnie#yuichi usagi#tw weaponry#go the fuck to sleep arc#crack treated seriously#image described under the cut#rottmnt art#rottmnt comic#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt fanart
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I don’t know if I've actually posted about this AU I've had which is basically a dark comedy where c!Dream is a serial killer and c!Tommy is the ghost of his first victim haunting him for eternity here, but I’m proud of it so here’s a comprehensive documentation of it.
More Detailed Summary:
It was twelve years ago when Tommy died, and ever since he has made it his mission to annoy the shit out of his murderer Dream ever since. Truth be told, there wasn’t much else he could do, and really, he should have moved on by now, but he kinda pitied the man, with no other friends but him which of course Tommy wouldn’t see him as a friend that’s ridiculous no. But when Tommy accidentally mentions his friends, and Dream makes it his mission to kill them too, he worries for the first time in a long while. He can't haunt Dream anymore if he’s dead, after all, and he doesn’t know what he’s getting into with Tubbo and Ranboo
As all of this might imply, TWs for topics of crime and murder under the cut, along with kidnapping, abuse, torture, mentions of terrorism, and weaponry! Most of it is played mostly for humour, but they’re there (and the serious topics are examined and treated with actual seriousness at times.) Also obviously I’m talking about the characters and shit. I can’t be bothered to write a million c!'s but you know they’re there.
The Main Plot:
Twelve years ago, the body of an unidentified teenager was found deep in the woods, buried in a shallow grave with flowers of varying ages laid on top. Despite the care of which the body was handled, the evidence of physical injuries dating back to at least a month before death and the gunshot wound to the torso gave no doubts that this was a homicide. The case quickly went cold, and only two people would recognise the boy as Tommy Innit- his best and only friends, Tubbo Underscore and Ranboo Beloved. One would grow to hate and fear the law and government due to how carelessly the case was handled, the other would start repressing memories starting with the corpse of their best friend.
Being dead, however, turns out to be pretty fucking cool, Tommy reckons. Sure, he can't feel anything anymore, but all he felt was pain even before he'd ran into that dickhead Dream. Sure, the afterlife is kinda dull, but the arbiter of fates thinks he’s pretty cool and lets him out to haunt his killer. Which he is, of course, doing out of revenge. Not because he's lonely. That'd be ridiculous.
He wasn’t a pathetic loser like Dream. At this point, Tommy was fully convinced that he'd kidnapped him solely because he wanted a friend and somehow decided that was the easiest and best way to do that. To Dream, Tommy was meant to be his Best and Only Friend, and he treated him like such, which was fucking bizarre between being beat. In Super Smash Bros. Brawl. And also by blunt instruments but that was way less embarrassing.
There wasn’t really much Tommy could do to haunt Dream apart from being generally annoying- being completely unable to interact with the living world or appearing to anyone but Dream- but also that’s what Tommy was always best at. So for the next twelve years, he sets out to get on Dream's nerves as much as possible. Keeping him awake all night, stopping him from working, distracting him, the works. One might almost say he’s like an annoying little brother except Tommy would never say that because no matter what Dream says they’re not anything like family.
It’s just he can’t stop, because every second he keeps Dream distracted is a second Dream can’t hurt anyone. Tommy's not the only victim, just the first. And while Dream didn’t want to kill Tommy, not really, but Vikk and Lazar? Wilbur? Those were fully intentional, fully planned. When asked why, Dream would always just raise an eyebrow and simply say he was bored. How his mind worked was a fucking mystery that Tommy didn’t want to solve.
(But, hey, at least Wilbur was pretty cool! They hung out in the afterlife together sometimes, when Tommy needed to take a break from Dream being Dream. He was almost like a brother to him, and Tommy never knew family before. It was a nice feeling.)
During one of Tommy's most useful tools in the haunting game, Distracting-Dream-From-Work-By-Chatting-For-Hours, though, he mentions something he never did before. The two people he'd been keeping a secret for twelve years, a part of his life he could keep his own. His two other he means only friends.
Tubbo and Ranboo.
Dream is… eerily calm about this, when he mentions ever-so-subtly he'll “have to pay them a visit.”. With a visible wink because he’s a fucking loser nerd who thinks Shadow the Hedgehog is cool which he is but not for dumb edgy reasons. Tommy doesn’t fear for the two of them, oh no. He fears for Dream, because he doesn’t know what he's getting into with the two of them. And if he dies, which he will, well… how can Tommy haunt him?
Meanwhile, Tubbo and Ranboo are living a charmed life, albeit one so far outside of the traditional idea of that it’s almost humorous. Living in a shack powered by homemade nuclear energy and filled with enough guns and explosives to arm a small militia, far away from any society, the two of them are quite happy with their life, their marriage, and their not-so-legally adopted son Micheal.
And when Dream comes into their life… this doesn’t change at all.
Hilariously inept at his attempts at murder to the point they go unnoticed, the two regard the weirdo who showed up at their door one day and refused to ever leave with a sense of kinship. Sure, he’s not normal, and he’s kind of intruding massively, but hey, neither Tubbo or Ranboo are normal so they can set aside a couch, it’s only polite!
(Plus, it'd be nice to have someone to fit the twelve-years empty seat by the table. Maybe it's time to move on.)
So, while Dream is trying and horribly failing to kill the Underscore-Beloveds, Tommy makes a new friend. Micheal, it turns out, can see ghosts, and while he can’t talk and Tommy doesn’t get his sign language at all, he can hear Tommy perfectly fine. Tommy does warn Micheal, but he seems to find the whole thing more amusing than anything.
As time passes in the Underscore-Beloved household, Dream quickly learns how much more he's bitten off than he can chew. Tubbo is an amateur mad scientist who can live off the land on his own and carries several guns on him at all times, most of which he's modified himself to be a bit more… horribly murderous. Ranboo seems like a normal businessman in a snazzy suit until he takes Dream along to his “book club meeting” once and it turns out to be an anarchist terrorist group made up of people that certainly could take down Dream in an instant and also whom have way better insight on Moby Dick than he ever could. Now, it’s him trying to plan an escape from these terrifying people immune to simple murder without leaving behind any hints of his crimes for them to use against him.
Eventually, of course, though Tubbo and Ranboo find out about Tommy from Micheal. He draws a family portrait, including a floating, pale figure helpfully labelled “ToMEE”, which Micheal is all too eager to sign an explanation to while his parents pale in horror. Understandably, they're furious at Dream, but they're smart enough to not kill him- not yet. After all, if Tommy's sticking around because he's haunting him, they need Dream alive to have a chance of contacting their spectral friend, right? Of course, alive doesn’t mean unharmed.
As for being able to contact Tommy, well… turns out, being in a terrorist group with a man who's also the servant of the Goddess of Death is incredibly convenient in the scenario your dead teenage friend is hanging around. Philza shows up, and is able to contact and talk with Tommy, and find a way to make him… not corporal, but visible and audible to those around him, as long as he's still very close to Dream. If he goes out of his eyesight, no one can perceive him anymore (expect people like Philza and Micheal who can see the dead regardless.)
So, good for Dream, he gets to stay alive and not turned into the cops! He can even stay. In fact, he has to. No worry, it'll be fine. They're friends, right? Yeah, he basically gets uno reverse card kidnapped because I just think that’s the funniest possible ending to this. Meanwhile, Tommy's having fun catching up with his friends, and Tubbo and Ranboo are starting to get over their trauma there a bit. A happy ending for everyone for once! Except Dream, but he murdered four innocent people including a teenager who he kidnapped and tortured for a month so I think that might be a good thing.
Bios on the Main Characters:
Dream is, basically, a lonely rich kid gone horribly wrong. Child of the incredibly wealthy Dream Exdee (he's technically Dream Jr. but he will punch you if you say that), he was completely neglected and had no friends, so he decided to fix that with kidnapping! Tommy, specifically, was targeted because he thought no one would miss him. What specifically happened during that month is entirely subject to whatever is funniest at the moment, but use exile for a pretty good reference. Either way, he didn't want Tommy dead, but between an escape or shooting him, he chose to fire.
The other victims were out of his own curiosity. After all, from his perspective, he HAS a friend, but he found the act of murder interesting, and wanted to do it again. He found it much more boring these times. After killing Vikk, Boomer, and Wilbur, he stopped because he didn’t consider it worth it anymore.
Dream tries desperately to pass under the radar. He got a management job, despite not needing the money, because he thought it’d throw off suspicion. He wears a green hoodie and jeans at all times, an outfit he picked out specifically to he unremarkable. He's maybe on the pretty side of average, slightly more charismatic than your average man, but not to a remarkable level. When he found out he was ambidextrous, he broke his left hand until it couldn’t work as well solely so he had no identifiable traits.
Of course, beneath this carefully constructed mask is a very unstable person, with a childish desire for control and a cunning intellect. Deep down, all Dream really wants is a family, but the way he understands family comes from his own upbringing, as while he was emotionally neglected he was also strictly reined in and under the complete control of his father. And he'll do anything to keep his utter dominion over his “family”.
Tommy is… surprisingly well adjusted for a forever teenage ghost who underwent several extremely traumatic events and who's desperately lonely enough that he'd willingly spend time with his own abuser and murderer under the guise of haunting him (though, to be fair, he is also genuinely haunting him by annoying the shit out of him). He's cheerful and boisterous, and regards the changing times with a sense of wonder.
Over time, the memories of physical feeling have completely dulled, while he still has all the emotions he once has. As such, he views his abuse and murder incredibly casually, them being nothing more than neutral events that happened at this point, while he takes hits to his pride as far worse and incredibly embarrassing. He does know, logically, that murder and hurting people is bad, but he struggles to see it as anything but a neutral fact of life. Honestly, he even kind of misses the feeling of pain.
Before he was kidnapped, he was a teenaged runaway. His birth family was both neglectful and abusive, and he left as soon as he was old enough to. He wouldn’t say he's homeless, though- he knows this neat cave by the beach you can sleep in! Ranboo and Tubbo were the only people who ever even bothered to do anything but shout at him or ignore him when he went into town. As such, he has a very limited education, along with also very quickly getting attached to anyone who shows him genuine kindness- even if it’s mixed with suffering.
His ghost is quite disquieting in appearance, bearing the injuries he gained before his death along with the gunshot wound that was his final death. He doesn’t have any control over this, and is uncomfortable with it- not because of his injuries, he thinks they’re cool, but because he's still dressed in the pyjamas Dream bought for him instead of his favourite and only pair of clothes he had back when he was free.
Tubbo is a genius unparalleled. When asked to make a science project as a child, his mini nuclear reactor got the government called on the school. Despite this, his true passion is nature. From beautiful flowers to bees and hornets, Tubbo loves it all, and he has a remarkable ability to survive in any situation, and probably thrive too.
However, after the death of his childhood best friend, Tubbo grew skeptical of the law and the government. If they were so powerful, why couldn’t they even try to find who hurt his friend? If they were meant to enforce the law, why could a murder go away free? Clearly, there’s no one you can rely upon but yourself, and honestly, Tubbo likes it that way. He's been living his own nature dream technically outside of the dominion of any government since he turned twenty, and that’s how he likes it. It might not be as cottage core as you were expecting- think less fun rural vibes and more a shack in the freezing wilderness. It’s a comfortable shack, at least- more than big enough for two husbands and their young child, and powered with a now bigger and safer nuclear reactor so their every needs are catered to.
Tubbo keeps at least eighteen forms of weaponry on him at all time, preferably guns, and preferably ones he modified. Laser weaponry? He's got an armoury? Plasma? Give him a few hours and he'll make your rifle shoot plasma, sure. And in the basement of his shack, he's working on explosives, just in case the government come a-knocking. Mostly TNT, C4, stuff like that, but he's working on his very own nuke, just in case…
Despite all this, Tubbo himself looks unassuming. Still baby faced despite close approaching thirty, with curly strawberry blond hair he ties behind his hair, more than a few burn scars due to a few accidents, wide grey eyes, a gap-toothed grin, freckles, and a small frame buried in the warm winter clothing he wears. He looks almost innocent, but if you were to ask him, his innocence died twelve years ago.
Ranboo would call himself a travelling businessman to anyone who asked. A more accurate term would be “domestic terrorist.” Spending most of their life at home with their loving husband and son, every few months they travel to a nice suburban house they bought in the city to meet up with their friends in the Syndicate for a coffee night, a book club, and bombing the homes of wealthy politicians to send a message and stealing what isn’t nailed down. Despite this, Ranboo wouldn’t call himself an anarchist- he really doesn’t care that much. He just likes having friends, and if he has to blow up an empty office building or two, that’s fine as long as no innocents are in the crossfire.
Ranboo developed memory issues after trauma in his teenage years, though he can’t quite pinpoint where it started. Before he got the memory books is all but blank at this point, apart from what Tubbo told him. After is just bits and pieces he managed to write down. Despite this, he’s generally a friendly and mellow person, and observant, witty, and smart as a whip. However, he struggles to make up his mind, and in general lacks a backbone. His one stance he will not bend on, though, is protecting his family and home above all.
No one, not even Tubbo, is quite sure whether Ranboo's appearance is natural or if he's been altering it from a young age. The dark patches across normally milky white skin are clearly birthmarks, but is his one red eye and green eye because of contacts or natural? Is his hair black and prematurely half greyed, or it it dyed? Honestly, not even Ranboo is sure anymore.
Micheal is the six year old son of Tubbo and Ranboo, and despite looking similar to both of them- with Tubbo's strawberry blond hair and grey eyes and Ranboo's birthmarks- he is in fact adopted. Probably. Every time you ask one of the Underscore-Beloveds, they'll give you a different story.
What isn’t in question is that, for whatever reason, Micheal can see ghosts when no one else can. He’s been able to do this since birth, and it’s normal to him. This, along with growing up in arctic conditions away from everyone else (except for when Daddy Ranboo brings him to meet up with his friends on business trips and leaves him at school and he makes the teachers very scared), has left him fearless with almost everything, and fascinated with the macabre.
Micheal is mute, and as such communicates with sign language of his own making, one only his parents also understand. This, along with his budding artistic talent, suggests he might be an intellectual powerhouse like Daddy Tubbo, albeit in a different area. He certainly would have some stories to tell!
Fun Details I Couldn't Include Anywhere Else:
Sam is the mentioned “arbiter of fates.” He decides the punishments people go through after death. He immediately found Tommy endearing, and basically adopted him.
Dream is sentenced to several eons of horrible torture after he dies. He's got the highest and most intense sentence of anyone ever solely because Sam doesn’t like him. Tommy is trying to appeal to be able to visit. To help with the torment, he says.
Yes, Philza is still the literal Angel of Death here. Ghosts are real, so why not?
Wilbur isn’t biologically related to Philza here, he just adopts him after the end of the story because he can contact the dead.
Dream's favourite hobby is tending to Tommy's old “room”- aka, where he was locked up. Its almost indistinguishable from a normal teenagers room, apart from the locks on the door and lack of any windows. He keeps it neat and tidy, holding onto the vain hope it may be used again someday, that it’s resident may somehow come back.
Tubbo is immune to radiation due to sheer force of will. He eats uranium.
Ranboo and Micheal both have very distant inhuman ancestry, hence Ranboo's appearance and Micheal's ability. The world here used to be a lot stranger, once upon a time, and ghosts are one of the last remnants. Dream, Tommy, and Tubbo are (or were) fully human though.
#my aus#dream smp au#dsmp au#primeboys (derogatory)#tw crime#tw murder#tw kidnapping#tw abuse#tw torture#tw mentioned terrorism#tw weaponry
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Star Wars was real and the prequels were happening in modern times but the Star Wars government made all non-Earth weapons illegal so Earth became a huge weapons exporter and I was working the gun counter at Cabela's and Yoda came up and asked for a shot gun and when I asked what it was for, he smiled and said, "Weekend plans, I have," then I woke up screaming.
#dream#star wars#movie#film#government#earth#weapons#weaponry#gun#guns tw#gun violence tw#guns#gun tw#gun mention#cabelas#store#shop#cabela's#screaming#violence tw
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shiny, sharp, and lethal - the knife too 😘
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oh boy oh boy the riddler's got a scar-l!
#edward nashton#danonation#the riddler#batman 2022#dano riddler#this one is my boy Rooftop dano rids#he's thinking about kyill dyeath myurder#I saw one (1) comment by someone saying there isn't enough art of Eddie with guns#Do not worry my child I have come to alleviate your problem immediately.#Unfortunately my gun drawing skills are near-unrecognizable.#but perhaps you can appreciate the attempt...#I'm a big fan of the scar-l#I like UMP too#and a Vector is nice#and the fictional P18C which is a glock 18 with a silencer but more russian-y / sigsauer-y and Flatnose-squareshaped is godtier#hhough i will hauve covid if i draw NSHTN with a P18C... he should not be allowed weaponry#tw gun
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Rescue Bots weapon headcanons
First off I headcanon the main four rescue bots to be just barely as old as the war
Blurr, Salvage, and Quickshadow are all older than the war
so keep that in mind with these
Heatwave has hand blasters (imagine the tfp ones) that he never used after becoming a rescue bot in an attempt to distance himself from the war
Blades has claws and hand saws (think Knockouts weapons) which he uses entirely for medical purposes
Boulder never got any built in weapons so he sticks to the seismic powers.
Chase only has a taser, he’s had hundreds of chances to at LEAST get a basic pistol to hold. He doesn’t take the offers ever.
Quickshadow has tons of built in weaponry that she received while actively dodging the rescue bot massacre left and right, her most notable weapons are: her laser gun that’s hidden in both bot and alt mode; a gun extension that can only be used in her alt mode; and a basic pistol
Blurr nabbed a pistol while with the Bee Team, but never really uses it
Salvage has fucking everything, he just never makes it. He has the materials and the capabilities, he just doesn’t. He’s recognized he has the ability to, he just doesn’t
#rescue bots#maccadam#rescue bots Heatwave#rescue bots blades#rescue bots chase#rescue bots boulder#rescue bots blurr#rescue bots Quickshadow#rescue bots salvage#weaponry headcanons#headcanons#headcannons#war mention tw#war mention
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sullivan stimboard for anon :•]
[ID: A 3x3 stimboard.
GIF 1: A black and white view of someone's chest, they're wearing a 3-piece suit and adjusting the tie.
GIF 2: A closeup shot of someone mixing a stack of red poker chips and black poker chips together.
GIF 3: Black and white footage of someone picking up a large saw out of a case.
GIF 4: Close-up footage of someone reloading a pistol.
Image: Sullivan from Bioshock.
GIF 5: A view of a bloody knife, the person who's holding it is out of view but their hands are shaking.
GIF 6: Black and white footage of someone's lower torso, they're wearing a 3-piece suit and adjusting the sleeves.
GIF 7: Someone fanning out a deck of cards with one hand then sliding them back into a stack.
GIF 8: Black and white footage of someone opening a drawer with a variety of tools and sharps, and they pick up a scalpel.
End ID]
#scopostims original boards#tw blood#tw guns#tw knives#cw hands#stim#stimboard#stimblr#stimmy#bioshock#sullivan bioshock#blood#knife#gun#suit#poker chip#poker chips#cards#cardistry#weaponry#weapon
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Ey Eyesore
You drink, right?
Got any favourites?
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Indeed I do, and hm... That's a tough question as I tend to lean towards fruity drinks, buuut...
Either scotch whiskey or martinis! For romantic outings or at-home dates, however...I prefer white wine.
What about you, friend?
~ᗯIᒪ
#Nothing wrong with red wine though! ~ᗯIᒪ#Interview Time!#Bubbles & Weaponry#Glitch Bitch#antisepticeye#jse anti#wilford warfstache#cw alcohol#alcohol#tw alcohol
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gun
and the winning name from the poll only 9 people voted on (minus me): the PUSSY PINK LONG SHOT
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as if 2 pistols that shoot explosive lollipops werent already deadly enough
Marlie has a sniper rifle now, and its made using bullshit anime gun combining, and also she can still fucking fly with it.
bonus inpiration overlook under Keep reading
#homestuck#dapper.bmp#Marlie Malour#Tw: guns#Tw: weapons#tw: weaponry#you can probably see some major inspiration from a few different guns#all of which are fictional#main insperations were the crocker corp sniper from homestuck because of its rediculously long barrel#the heavy sniper and the storm scout sniper rifle from...#fortnite...#they have good gun design man cant blame me#and one final inspration was the hitman's heatmaker from tf2#as well as the origional lollipop guns marlie weilds#thats a shit place to put a laser imma be real here#the sidney sleeper feather wasnt part of the origional concept image i made so thats why its a banus
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Street fighter x goretober: day twenty one to thirty
#cute#street fighter#my art <3#final fight#f.a.n.g#poison#kolin#chun li#Vega#Laura#Ed#falke#balrog#karin kanzuki#gore trigger warning#blood tw#injuries tw#weaponry tw //#body horror tw
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dialogue 6 dhdjdjdj
And now, back to your regularly scheduled c!Primeboys.
TW: Knives/weaponry, hostage taking/kidnapping, threatened murder, self victim blaming.
The sky was a deep blue, nary a cloud in sight as the sun peaked through the leaves into the forest. Birds tweeted, animals scurried through the undergrowth. All would be good, or rather, all would be if it weren't for the knife at Tommy's throat.
Fuck, Wilbur was right. He should have never left the palace.
“Don't struggle.” the voice behind him said, muffled by a heavy mask. “Just do what I say, and you'll be fine.”
“I- please,” Tommy whispered, the knife digging into his throat when he got too loud. “Please, just- just let me go. I won't tell a soul. Fuck, I'll get Dad to give you whatever I want, just- please, I wanna go home-“
“I'd rather kill you than let you go.” The voice was barely over a hiss, cold. Emotionless. “I need you for my plans, and whether that’s alive or dead is irrelevant. But I'm a kind man, so I'm giving you this one chance. Now, follow me.”
Tommy mutely complied as he was lead through the forest, knife still sharp against his skin. If only he hadn’t left his swords at home, if only Techno was there, if only, if only. There were so many things he could have done, but he didn’t, and now he was paying the price.
Finally, they reached a clearing, where a wagon lay waiting, and stopped. The knife was removed for a second, and just when Tommy thought of running, he felt the electrifying, exhausting feeling of something ethereal wrapping around his arms and legs, sapping his strength, his ability to even keep his eyes open.
Magic.
Dad always said that magic was extinct now, that the last mages had disappeared ages ago. So, either Dad was wrong, or this masked man was very, very old.
The last thought Tommy had before falling asleep was that maybe even his family couldn’t save him here.
#My writing#dream smp#primeboys (derogatory)#tw weaponry#tw kidnapping#tw threats of murder#Tw self victim blaming
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idk man we probably gotta do something about poc normalizing child abuse by making it about ~culture~ and kids doing the same bc apparently it's our fault when we're asian and our mother hits us with hard slippers or belts when we're too young to defend ourselves and verbally abuse us when we're old enough to know that's fucked up but still have to rely on her 😶
#speak iza#child abuse tw#watching belt making videos and the comments are like perfect for dads who want to expand their weaponry#slow blinks#at a time id do this to now im like this isnt helping#oh my gah you forget how fucking deranged your parents are bc they thing the ultimate lesson in any story involving ANY kind of family#conflict is. but theyre your parents and that means they love you 🥺
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Ask answer for an accidentally deleted ask under the cut.
Tw: Talks of war/war weaponry.
There was an ask from moth anon (i think) that was talking about if the fatui has such advanced fighing/ war technology because a rift opened between earth and Tevyat and the Tsaritsa saw war tech from our world and took inspiration from it,but I accidentally deleted the ask 😔 (I also forgot to screenshot)
But here's my thoughts anyway though. I actually think that in terms of sagau,that is definitely possible,especially considering the designs of the fatui skirmishers. It's definitely a really interesting and creative idea! War stuff isn't my forte,but it's still something I think would make sense fitting into sagau,and maybe even canonical genshin,at the very least in a character design sense.
Yeah,I'd like to expand on this,but again,modern war-type weaponry isn't my thing. Medieval weaponry however... 👀
#♡mist answer's<3♡#again#sorry for not having the ask :/#someone was bugging for my attention#and i accidentally deleted it in a panic#tw talks of war and war weaponry kinds#yeah#srry moth anon :[
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girl literally what the fuck
#[REDACTED] is trying to fucking take down the ONLY endo clinic in our state#bc quote 'our children are being groomed' with an image of a pride march in the background#(a COMPANY march too. not even like...a free parade)#and implied that all queer ppl should be in jail#how the FUCK is this allowed rn#it's 2022 dude. how can this man say shit like this#and get it MONETIZED#for the love if you can vote i'm begging you to go vote#he led a parade to a peaceful workplace and some of his supporters brought concealed weaponry#local voting is incredibly integral to your community#vent in tags tw#tobi talks too much
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