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primitiveside · 6 months
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-> various pitch black promotional imagery
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fals3nd · 3 months
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odette isn't dead while under von rothbart's curse, but she doesn't quite belong to the land of the living. i think of the swans almost as a foil to the willis in giselle (ballet blanc core lol) in that they're ... spirits of people, in a way. living in between too long turns you into something else. odette isn't the odette she was when she was just a human girl, that odette died long ago, and now she's essentially a ghost of that person.
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dullweapons · 7 months
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tag dump ( ray )
⸻  RAY  :  in character   ✦   i am a weapon & weapons don’t weep  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  answered   ✦   i keep everything i get  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  visage   ✦   rusted cracked & broken : but still standing  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  about   ✦   remember me i ask . remember me i sing  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  dash games  ✦   lets gamble  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  muse  ✦   you live for feelings you never felt because you cannot feel  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  dash comm.  ✦   do i look conveniently human ?  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  aesthetics  ✦   i’m afraid i'll go to heaven  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  music   ✦  i miss the rage  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  clothing  ✦  nothing gets the blood stains out of your soul  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  drabble  ✦   its written in dead tongues  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  crack  ✦   we got a number one victory royale  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  desires  ✦   i’m starving’ darlin’ let me wrap my teeth around the world  ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  smut   ✦ we're plotting our demise of perspiration & alcohol as i introduce the bedroom brawl   ˎˊ˗
⸻  RAY  :  one liners   ✦   not a man of many words but of actions  ˎˊ˗
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insilentruin · 11 months
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| 🗡 | Conversations like that remind Knives, especially with the way his thoughts have changed, that he'd chosen too hastily when he'd forced the flight control malfunction on the SEEDs fleet all those years ago.
He was too young, hadn't thought far enough ahead, hadn't considered that his siblings would not have the infinite capacity to do what he childishly dreamed of creating--The shame of that made his chest so tight he couldn't breathe. He very well could have attempted to create an Eden out of this arid wreck of a planet, and killed too many of his siblings to count in a futile effort, because he hadn't known enough, had recklessly, haphazardly chosen the first planet within range to set his plans in motion.
If only he hadn't been so plagued by his own fears, those nightmares brought on by witnessing Tesla's mistreatment, the outcome of human curiosity untethered by ethical and moral restraint.
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If only he'd waited just a little longer.
And that... sparked a hysteric little chuckle inside Knives. One he couldn't suppress, edged with tears that threatened to overwhelm him, too. How very human of him, to make such errors... And continue to make them, blinded by arrogance and what he thought in those days was infinite superior power.
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unstablerk800 · 1 year
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|| I just realised why I'm absolutely obsessed with Connor's storyline.
Markus has no choice when it comes to becoming a deviant. He breaks the system that binds him, and you don't have a choice in that matter. He'll awaken no matter what you do before it. Both options - push and don't move - appear after he'd broken out of his programming.
With Kara, you have more freedom. The game offers you two options before you can break Kara's programming: save Alice or don't move. But who wouldn't move when Todd walks up the stairs to hurt Alice? I'd like to think that only those do who replay the scene for the trophy or are angered by the angsty plot; I've seen people complaining about it being 'cliché' and 'annoying' - I think that storyline is beautiful, how they become family, how Luther protects them, the Jerrys and sacrifices along the line. Sure, that was the storyline that made me cry the most, but I still find it beautiful and traumatizing.
But with Connor? The choice is entirely in your hands until the end of the line. Whenever you prompt to earn software instability, the choice is there. And when you make your choice, there's no turning back.
Connor becomes what you want him to become.
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dhampirslays · 1 year
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*gets extreme kidnapped arena vibes from this*
this fits Jo so well
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cameoappearance · 1 year
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Not thrilled about how much more credit the profile rewrites give Torbjörn for Bastion's recovery.
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ever-winter · 1 year
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@sangdelune asked: 
☹ ☹
WELL THAT HURT
65. Open fracture on Arm
28. Broken Ankle
With a small cry of pain, his back hit the wall rather harshly, a small groan heard before he slowly slid towards the ground, holding his arm close to his chest, trying to ignore just how ugly the injury was looking, trying to focus instead on the mindless like beings that had corned them, and been surprisingly rather strong too. They had to be vampires, right? But then what were they after? He glanced towards Misha, trying to urge his arching form to move, but the pain was more or less keeping him rooted in place.  Though maybe he would have moved if it wasn’t for the figure that had just walked around the corner, bouncing on his little feet, looking rather excited by the sight of the two injured forms. Moreau. One of the many faces he had hoped he would never again have to see - and yet there he was, eyes almost seeming to sparkle, looking over himself and Misha like they were some life stock. Well, to this madman, that might be the actual case. 
Shit though, fear like this hadn’t affected him in years, it actually took a few seconds to catch his breath, shifting slightly closer to Misha, an action that just made the doctor beam proudly. “Oh! Number 71! Do you have a new brother?”. Number 71? The hybrid frowned. Was he talking about Misha? DId this man have something to do with this child too?  “...can you run?”, he whispered under his breath, trying not to move too much as he would need his strength for what he was about to do, “...I can cause a distraction...but I can’t protect you while I do...”. Why the hell was he thinking on doing this for a kid that he barely knew? Just because the boy had offered him the first real company in years? Maybe...or maybe a part of him did care about others falling into this mans hands. 
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alwayslcyal · 2 years
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i truly can envision josh being a regina george type when he has no humanity.  like him being a straight up mean girl, gossip gossip to someone else, manipulating his way for things, seeding doubts in others, yea.  definitely.
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autopsified · 20 days
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Lydia's tag dump
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kirbyddd · 2 months
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see see this is a big part of what's gone. whatever tf that process of active memory retrieval is. so recalling and holding onto information at will, but also like for example when i have to look for something these days, i can't actively seek the visual object, i have to like just scan my eyes around and hope if it's there it triggers my pattern recognition. i can't "keep an eye out for it" as they say
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mushroomrph · 1 year
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Human disaster mood board
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neon-poison · 1 year
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Tag Dump! (Characters/Verses)
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lingeringscars · 2 years
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You and I, up all night / Nothing's wrong, nothing's right / I swear these walls are upside down / Swear the roof is on the ground / Demons don't sleep at night / Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I try to turn off my mind / Say I'm doing just fine / But I'm screaming inside like (oh-oh-oh-oh) / Say these words on repeat / While I'm trying to breathe / Now you're counting on me
So I fake a smile / But I know you know me too well / But it's alright /You're like heaven when I'm in hell
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ever-winter · 1 year
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@xsalvaticn asked:
6,8, or 17 ( dottore obvi jfdogkfd )
TORTURE PROMPTS
6. your muse snaps my muse’s ankle.
Anything that Moreau was working on, of course, could never be as interesting as his own research - but with the puppet currently in regeneration mode, and his other subjects having passed away by various means, he decides that he'll check in on the researcher's project, the new little toy that the other has been so excited to have back in his hands - even if The Doctor has yet to witness anything that makes him stand out from the others. Research into the use of delusions - a tiresome subject to have been explored many times before, but there were so many answers that a mortal man could gain within their lifetime. Perhaps, there would be the smallest of chances that something new would be discovered, but he didn't entertain that idea for long. Anything new, would require a test subject that was as durable as the divine doll - humans were much too fragile and even inhumane subjects could break easily enough, though containing such creatures was usually were the real issue laid. After all, they wouldn't be quite as willing, they'd fight like the wild beasts that they were - a welcoming challenge, true, but for those with limited time, it would simply be too much of a waste. "Hmm", well, this was something that he hadn't been expecting, "I see the security needs some work", he comments rather calmly, watching as the figure he'd come to check on was rushing down the corridor, towards the elevator that had first taken him here, but surely he knew that there was no way to gain access - unless someone else came off it perhaps, but very few came to this level of the labs. This was were most went to die, and there were still idiots to work beneath him with useless morals.
"Where do you believe you'll get to? Even if you did make it outside - we're in the middle of no where", he chuckled lightly, "Oh unless you wish to look for sanctuary in mountains filled with training Fatui, the House, or the Palace...those would be the only options". He spoke as though he were talking to a child, for he felt as though he very much was, heels clicking off the cold stone floor as he followed after the fleeing figure, not at all in a hurry. As Vanitas ran, he'd see a few looks of pity thrown in his direction, from others stuck within this house of death, from those who knew that there was no point in running. There was no escape from here - it was different from where Moreau had originally held him, that much was pretty obvious.
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"Now, what did you say your name was again?". He'd suddenly gained ground, though it didn't appear as though he'd sped up at any moment, a short distance still kept behind them, the Harbinger simply wishing to drive it home that this entire action was next to useless, "Dr Moreau should take better care of his pets. He'll be heartbroken to know you tried to leave". And then he was gone - and for a few seconds, silence was all that filled the air, as though the very walls held their breath, awaiting what was to come.
A few heartbeats longer, and thick vines would suddenly erupt from below Vanitas' feet, thorns digging hard into skin as they wrapped around his legs, The Doctor seeming to reappear from no where, holding a dendro delusion in one hand, eyes lazily watching as the vines trailed higher, as thorns started to dig into thin arms. "Do you still refuse to accept how powerless you are here?", not that he held much power outside, but vision bearers could be so arrogant - but as he had no desire to kill him, he was holding back. "Let's get you back to where you belong...thou look at the mess you've now made". The vines had just started to circle around his neck, but before the thorns could do much more than to scratch the surface of his skin, the entire hallway suddenly turned back to normal, Vanitas dropping to the ground, though apparently unharmed, that was until The Doctor wrapped his hands around one of the subjects ankles, a small smile given, before, with a quick gesture difficult to follow, there would be a sudden surge of pain, as the bones of one foot seemed to simply snap beneath his touch, "And let's make sure you can't make any more messes".
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