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#tw; escapism
hamoodmood · 4 months
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In another universe I was happy
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maldefekt · 3 months
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HELP US ESCAPE!
Hello! It's me again. I know we keep asking for help, and I know this is a lofty goal. This goal, however, if achieved, will set us up for financial stability, for safety, for mental and emotional health, etc. This is our only hope now.
Kippers and I need to get out of KY. We are moving to Colorado. A thousand and some miles away from that which keeps us pinned down and suffocating. We are currently living in a bad situation. My sister is abusive toward us, and my mom. When she is home, we are not allowed to make *any* noise. We cannot speak above a whisper. We can't use the microwave, washer, dryer, or anything that makes noise. If we do, she yells, she screams, she insults us, she threatens us, slams doors, throws things, etc.
Please. We are incredibly stifled here. The two of us are both autistic, and trans. Two things that she does not "believe in" and readily spews vitriol at us for, saying transphobic and ableist shit at us daily.
We are both artists, but this situation makes it to where we can't even express ourselves through our art; we are too pushed down, the creative spark is dead.
We have a cat, Waldo, who needs to come with us if we can afford it. He can't stay here with her. She has already hit him once. She *will* do it again, I'm sure of it.
We have tried for years to work things out. We have tried getting her to leave. We have tried -everything- . There is no other resolution but this. We need to get as far away as we can, lest she try to follow. We need to be in our own home, away from everyone here.
Please help us.
1980/2750 - first goal
We are both working, Though Kippers is on temp disability. We still can't make it out by May with that. We *need* your help to get out. We need deposits, car repair, a pack rat, moving funds, etc.
I am dedicated to keeping the totals for everything added up on Ko-fi, even if the donations come from elsewhere.
My PaƴPâl is [email protected]
My Câsĥapp is $MalDefekt
My Kọ-Fi link is at the top.
Your shares, your reblogs, your donations, and your words of encouragement are what will get us through this. Please, please share. We are both willing to do commissions for anyone who donates more than 50$, just DM us with proof and we'll work it out from there. Anything will help, though!!
We have a goal of 10k
What this covers, in detail, will be under the cut:
Post Updated: 3/4/24 ; Lowered goal amt, updated info under the cut.
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This is the board lists everything that we need, with the approximate and average prices of what is needed.
• First/Last month's rent and deposits: $3,600 - We avg'd the area, and found the average rent to be around $1,200/month, with deposits equalling one month of rent.
• Other deposits: ~$830 - We are including the pet deposit of 500$ in this, plus water, sewer, trash, electric and internet deposits.
• Travel Costs: ~$1000 - We considered gas, incidentals, food, lodging for the middle of this 19hr drive, etc.
• Car Repair: $1500 $1000- My honda needs new brakes, a/c evac and recharge, transmission and coolant flushes, oil change, fuel filter, and needs the charging port fixed (for gps charging). Transmission and coolant flushes done for 200, not 250. Brakes and tires checked and are okay.
Paying off current rent: $2275 - We still owe the landlord this from when I had cancer. We knocked it down to $1500!
This is what we're trying to get help raising. We cant do this on our own in this amount of time. Please share this if you can. And thank you so much to everyone who has shared and helped thus far.
A special thank you to the following people;
@yakamashi-ao3 @gearthepunk @theramseyloft @thegrindragon @tway-la @mondhound @jayprawn @grrawesomeness @gendermuttreal @pulsarsatellite @v0idbird @iamthewanderingbard @dericbindel @sneeblbop @nonekop @thesketchystar @kibbits @basyacriptid
Thank you all so much for the shares, the boosts, the morale, the love, and everything else you've given us in the last month. We appreciate you SO much 💗.
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ruporas · 4 months
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feast (ID in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#tw blood#im posting this so late because october escaped me Suddenly.. hello....#i wanted to make it a photoset with this other vampire vw wip but i don't think i'm finishing it any time soon and the mood of it is#completely different anyway. also i don't think i ever shared anything about my vampire au on here !!! it's all old art by now so im shy lo#but maybe i'll do a photodump of it. long story short vash is a vampire since birth and ww is a human vampire hunter that turns during thei#travels together due to EoM experiments + getting vash to drink from him at some point.#humans turn once they get bitten but bc ww has been experimented on#& got bitten by a bunch of human turned vampires thruout his hunts he thought it wouldn't be a problem for vash to drink from him but alas.#theyre both ok though theyre traveling together definitely not hating themselves for what theyve become and feeling guilty for what theyve#done to each other. theyre completely normal about it. the biting part is really appealing to me in vampire aus so i draw it a lot but#in reality vash only drank from ww once and ww mightve done it twice under the realization he might actually die otherwise#since he wont drink from humans after being turned.... he's combatting the 5 stages of grief at all times#if this is all nonsense im sorry DMGKSDF I'M NOT good at explaining and this au came from nowhere in the depths of my mind its a mess#ruporas art
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A young villian who claims to be in love with one of the bats uses a magical cursed item/some kind of freaky tech to blast said bat and make them fall in love with them.
Things don't go as planned as Phantom is thrown into the mix by a ghost he had been trying to fight discretely in Gotham.
The bat falls in love with Phantom.
Problem is that the bat immediately goes full yandere/psyco and Phantom freaks out and flees. Danny can't run or hide forever but by the ancients, he's gonna try.
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rachelsennot · 1 month
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MARMALADE (2024) + gender
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doctorsiren · 13 days
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I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 month
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Someone was playing a FNAF fangame, kinda like that one escape room fangame, but they died from Springtrap fucking walking at them WITH A  FEBREEZE CAN.
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daisyjohnsn · 8 months
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Oh my God, we're a team?!
THE MARVELS (2023)
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dcxdpdabbles · 6 months
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Respawn and Relive
@thenightwolf51 who tagged me in this months ago, but I didn't know enough about Respawn to write something. I didn't forget! I just still haven't found much on him, so sorry if I get his character wrong.
They don't give him a name.
It's one of the first things he notices they do to dehumanize him. It's not like they see clones as humans- he's just a science experiment meant to keep the legacy of the League of Assassins alive, even at the cost of his life.
He is just there to be trained to follow commands, and if needed, he is spare parts for the Real Son. He is made from part of the same DNA as the Real Son, but that hardly matters to what should be his mother, as she does not feel anything for his biological father and thus feels nothing for the being created from the two DNAs.
He is the clone created by Slade Wilson- alias Deathstroke- and Talia al Ghul. She may not had a hand in his creation, as that was done by her father, but she had no issues using him.
Torment him. Rip him apart and put it back together just to see what happens.
She looks at him with the same gaze she would a sword. Valuating his worth by how well he can do in training, how healthy his organs are, and how he should be nothing but a loyal dog.
But he isn't. Not really.
If this was all he knew, maybe he would be the weapon they wanted, but he knows more. Remembers more. Yes, he doesn't have all his memories, but he has flashes- glimpses- of the life he had before the Leauge.
They would disapprove of the memories, which makes them all the more precious.
He can still clearly remember his mother- his real mother- a brilliant mind, his father's warm, solid hugs, and his sister's gentle eyes. He can recall his home's layout even if he can not remember the street or how far it was from his school. He can identify his two best friends' faces even if their names slip through his fingers like falling sand.
He also remembers his first name and the initials of his last.
Danny F.
He thinks he died before, waking up as the clone. He remembers standing inside a metallic cave- or a large hole in a machine?- and being electrocuted. He remembers the screams, the flashes of light, the pain, and even a glimpse of his best friends' horrified faces but not much else.
The next clear memory is looking in a mirror to see white hair and green eyes. The same combination he now sports as the Leguage's weapon and spare organ farm.
The memories after that are filled with harsh training, even more, brutal torture, and the reintegration that should his half-brother ever need them, he would give up his organs for the Real Son.
He is, after all, Damian Wayne's gift. He was created to harvest his super healing for the boy's body parts. Danny thinks he hates him, but he's not sure he can remember what hate is supposed to feel like.
He does remember what love is supposed to feel like.
Sometimes, when all he can do is lay in his cell, body aching as they test his healing factor beyond its limits- they cut off his left arm once, just to watch the tissue slowly regrow- he lets himself drown in his old memories, in the few dream-like sequences.
Some make sense, others don't. For some, he's a black-haired blue-eyed boy, and for others, he has white hair and green eyes.
Danny is sitting in class, eagerly taking notes on a topic he has been having trouble with-
-He's playing fetch with a small green dog, throwing snowballs into the air, flying after the excited creature-
-Danny is playing video games with a goth girl and a nerdy boy, laughing so hard he can't see the buttons on the control correctly-
-He's flaying alongside his sister, aiming his outstretched arm at a figure in the sky, shooting a green ray at the same time she does down below in her mechanical armor-
-Danny is helping his mother mix the dough for the cookies. He is swaying his hips to the song she has on the speaker. She's in her teal jumpsuit, having come up from the lab to do mother/son cookies as they do every Thanksgiving-
-He's testing the latest blaster with his father. They wanted to see if the auto-aiming feature was interfering with his flying. He flickers the white bangs out of his eyes as his father cheers from the roof while he takes aim-
Yes, Danny knows what love is supposed to feel like, even if he can't remember all the details, even if his full name evades him. He will escape the Leauage of Assiagins and find that feeling again.
Maybe he'll track down his biological father. Deathstroke does not know a clone was created by him, so maybe he will be willing to take him in.
It takes months, but eventually, they tell him Damian Wayne needs a kidney. Why? They don't say, but Talia knows her Beloved will donate his own, and she won't stand for it. She orders him to fulfill his duty as guards drag him to the operation table.
He grits his teeth as they strap him down and prep for surgery. Thankfully, they don't apply any anesthetics- they don't deem him worthy of a painless operation- so he has a clear head for escape.
The surgery has a thirty-window opening with no guards around. He waits until they are about to begin when he taps into the powers his memories tell him. He makes his limbs intangible, slipping through the restraints with great effort.
The medics only have a few seconds to be shocked before he is upon them. They lay in a pool of blood- not dead. His chest flares up in pain if he kills, so he tries to avoid it as much as his environment allows- as he flies through the walls. He has been planning here, so he knows what to do. Turning invisible, he passes under a helicopter scheduled for a month supply run.
By doing so, he does not appear on any radars using the large cargo as camouflage. Danny drops into the ocean as the alarms go off on that wrenched island, allowing his whole body to turn tangible. This way, the water does not slow him down as he flies deeper and deeper down, praying that they won't be able to track him the further he goes. When he gets to the part where everything is too dark to see- he picks a direction from where he came and hits top speed.
Traveling three hundred miles an hour, Danny escapes the League of Assians with all his organs intact, so take that Damian Wayne.
He has no real destination in mind but maybe, he can find the little town of his memories or maybe he'll find Deathstroke.
Maybe he will discover what the F. in his name stands for.
For now, he'll work under the name Respawn because that's a name he picked out for himself, and he'll do what he wants. He's no one's tool any longer.
(Miles away Tim Drake squints at the small dot darting from Nanda Parbat on his spying map. He's not sure what kind of misle Ra's just shot, but it's traveling fast, and he feels like he needs to phone this in.
"Hey B, we may have an issue." )
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feluka · 1 year
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"Jumpy, have you ever heard the name, [Goncharov]?"
-Goncharov... Can't say it rings a bell. Is that some sort of scientist?
"It's a movie, actually. About the Italian mob. Goncharov is the eponymous protagonist."
-Hang on a second, Italian? I thought Goncharov was a Russian name.
"Well, yes. But the movie takes place in Italy. That's not important right now. What's strange about this movie is, although it was supposedly released in 1973, it only gained attention in 2022."
-Almost five decades later... marketing really flubbed that one, huh?
"That's not it. The movie doesn't exist."
-Wait, what? What do you mean it doesn't exist?
"It never did. There was never a movie called Goncharov. Only one day in 2022 the internet started talking about it as if it was real. As if everyone had already seen it."
-That... that has to be a prank, right? I mean it wouldn't be the first time the internet took a liking to spreading lies, would it?
"That's true. Especially on tumblr, where the phenomenon originated. But what if there's more to it? What if the knowledge of that movie was "plucked" from some alternative timeline where the movie was critically acclaimed, and "transmitted" to our timeline through fields invisible to the naked eye?"
-C'mon. That's insane. Isn't it way more likely that tumblr was, y'know, being tumblr?
"Maybe. But isn't it strange that the name of the movie, its director, its cast of characters, the actors playing them, and the year of its release was unanimously agreed upon by one of the most inconsistent and chaotic blogging websites out there?"
-Th... that's...
"I'm not done yet. Not only that, but the events of story, the relationships between the characters, interviews with the cast, audio recordings of the movie score, fandom discourse, and multiple gifsets of the movie footage started appearing on everyone's dashboards. And none of the information contradicted each other."
-!
-(Could that really be? A movie that was transmitted to the public consciousness from another timeline...?)
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p4sk4l · 4 months
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he is the standard, idc 🥱💞
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hamoodmood · 4 months
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 15
Hood remained silent, even as he clenched the gun tightly in his hand. He hadn't even seen a hint of green portals or blond elfs but 200 witnesses couldn't all be wrong.
All of them had stated that a white haired meta with a gas mask was working with a blond elf with a leaf mask and that they had been the ones kidnapping the kids and teens of Gotham.
Jason had heard stories of fairies snatching kids and infants, sometimes swapping them out with a sickly one of thier own. But there were no trades that Jason knew of. Only missing kids.
Hell, all of the biggest child gangs around Crime Alley and the Narrows were gone.
As in gone gone. Not a single member was left nor any trace of where they could have been taken to. As much as he hated to admit it, he might need to ask for help from the Justice League Dark...
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Link stared down at the kids from his rooftop perch.
They looked...cleaner. Happier. They had gained a healthy amount of weight, no longer stick thin and weak looking. They had season appropriate clothing without holes and others hidden away in chests and armours for the coming seasons far off from now.
His spirit friend, Phantom, had panicked a bit after he realized what they were doing was trafficking, but calmed down once he pointed out that these kids would have a much better life in Hyrule than they would have had in the rotting trashpit that was Gotham.
If they would have lived much longer at all
Still, thier presence here was mutually beneficial. Hyrule had lost over 80% of its population in the Great Calamity and they were no where close to regaining the population they once had. All of thier forts, training areas, ect were specifically targeted and destroyed in the attacks and gardians and monsters were left in the ruins to ensure they could not rebuild what was lost
Which led to the bigger issues at hand. All the empty occupations.
The castle, and thus castle town, were ground zero for the disaster that wiped out the Hylian peoples. With it many businesses and trades were lost. Hyrule had few soldiers and those they did have desperately needed armor, weapons and training.
That wasn't all. Hudson construction had attempted to repair Castle town and eventually the castle, but they were wood workers, not stone masons. They knew little of the craft that was needed.
There were lessons and information in the castle archives covering most of the jobs and trades, as well as how to proform them, but the princess didn't see it as a priority. They didn't have the people necessary to teach these crafts and the castle and town surrounding wasn't really a priority anyway. Not with all the people who still needed help around the kingdom.
Phantom helped a lot too. Other than helping them build towns for the kids (the child gangs actually really liked having a town all to themselves) he did a lot of other random jobs around the kingdom, much like Link himself.
Unfortunately, his next trip to Gotham lead to a run in with the "Red Hood" and the phrase, "Was that a fucking fruit grenade?!" Link did not know what the word "Fucking" meant but the Hood man would not tell him. He is learning a lot of new words from this guy, words that Phantom appearently didn't like cause he loudly scolded Red Hood like a naughty child the first time they met. It was hilarious to see this tiny 15 year old tell off a giant tank of a man.
Link couldn't see the mans expression due to the odd red helm the man wore, but he could tell he was cowed, even if just a bit. Then he began speaking to someone who wasn't there while pressing his finger to the side of his helm where his ear should be. Is Red Hood ill? Does he have a mind sickness like the ones Phantom told him of when describing his parents? Or is this something Link doesn't yet understand...either way he doesn't think he's getting more children for Hyrules future in this trip...or anytime soon if those ominous masked people landing on the rooftops around them had any say in the matter.
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noname-404s-blog · 8 months
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maxanor · 5 months
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FAVORITE FINAL GIRLS ➝ "She is the one who is cornered, wounded; whom we see scream, stagger, fall, rise, and scream again. She is abject terror personified." (insp)
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fridayplease · 8 days
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Astarion, who vividly remembers the horror of breaking out of his own coffin and digging to the surface, losing you to death. Having to come to terms with burying you.
Panicking and stressing about the burial, insisting on burying you with things you might need to escape your coffin, despite having checked a hundred times and knowing you’re dead. Because someone thought he was dead once and buried him, too. 
Astarion coming up with elaborate ways (think 18th and 19th century style in our universe) to make sure once you’re buried, you haven’t come back somehow and you aren’t screaming for help down there. 
Astarion sitting on your grave every night that first week, just in case you need him.
Astarion, who has been so absorbed in his own terror of what happened to him after his death that he hasn’t really processed your death… finally coming to terms with losing you. It hitting him, alone and in the dark on your grave, in the middle of the night with only the moon for company.
Astarion weeping for hours on your grave, clutching a handful of dirt.
Astarion who is alone again.
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