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bloodfreakcastiel · 8 months
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dracoria-nebulae · 11 months
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Fic masterpost!
I figured it would be good to stick all of them in here heh. One spot and pin it, links to the first chapters of each one. Reminder though you can't read them without an account, I'm sorry but I want to at least try and preserve my work... These are also all explicit, for various reasons, like my blog these are all 18+ ONLY. (Also most are pretty angsty)
Space is kinda scary though- : Roughly among us inspired multi-universe reverse harem in space.
Abyssal Lights : Siren reader and multi-universe marine researcher skeletons. (Machine in the basement type)
Smoke and Mirrors : Megalosomnia mafiafell world where reader is a rival don.
Guardians of Eden : Childhood friends with the dreamtale boys into eventual romance in adulthood.
The Price You Pay : Fae reader and the farmfell brothers living on the edge of the fae's forest.
The Bonds That Break : An 'Inverto' style au where the barrier breaking releases magic that turns many humans with magic bloodlines into a monster form. Massive multi-universe reverse harem and sort of anti-harem.
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wormweavings · 1 year
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adam raised a cain // badlands // darkness on the edge of town // the price you pay
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soulinkpoetry · 1 year
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And you keep working for it for the rest of your life.
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therandomestwriter · 15 days
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To my friends who go to C2E2, don’t waste your hard earned money for a photo op to meet your heroes because you don’t even really meet them. Sure, you say hi, they say hi, and then your photo is over within a minute or so, and then they push you out so the next group could come in to meet them. $300 (this was a group photo) for what? A glossy photo that might not even look right? For a split second to see those people you looked up to since you were a teenager and can barely get two words out and you barely remember their faces other than the photo you took? That’s no way to meet your heroes. That’s not really meeting them. You just get a split second of bragging rights. Maybe the autograph line is better for this - maybe you get a longer interaction. I’m not really sure. Just don’t waste that amount for just a photo that you wonder later down the line, “Was it really worth it?”
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hedgehog-moss · 5 months
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I stopped at some point during my walk to look at the sky then heard a soft pensive sound and looked down and realised a small friend was contemplating along with me
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I said hello and she trotted over to greet me with her cheerful little bell and she was simply the most affable creature I've ever met.
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I hope her supportive smile brightens your day as well !
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screamslikeaman · 1 year
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I HAVE NO EGGS FOR MY NOODLE SOUP </333
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glass-warehouse · 2 years
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gerd really had me fighting for my life last night. i'm wriggling and squirming about like, this oesophagus needs an exorcism.
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stil-lindigo · 6 months
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quick reminder that besides calling for a ceasefire from your political representatives, you can also tangibly help Palestinians get back online by buying them e-sims!!!
Here’s a full step process on how:
Go to Nomad (http://getnomad.app), click on the menu in the top right-hand side, and click on Shop Plans then Data.
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2. After clicking on Data, scroll aaallll the way down. The Middle East plan is at the very bottom of the list of data plans.
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3. After choosing the Middle East plan, choose how much you want to pay, then enter your card details etc and acknowledge everything.
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You can get a $3 discount on this, by using the code "BACKPACKNOMAD" on Nomad.
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4.Ignore the next part. You don't want to install anything. You're waiting for an email with a QR code for activation.
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5) Screenshot the QR code and send it to someone in Gaza! How do you do that? You can now email your e-sim QR code screenshots to [email protected] who will then distribute them to Palestinians.
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Stay safe, stay vigilant and continue to believe in the possibility of Palestinian freedom!
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tapakah0 · 2 months
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Animation commission I guess...
Um... ha-ha, okay, it has been stuck in my head for the whole month, but if I will keep it any more I will explode, I need to busy my brain even more I'd like to take an animation commission. Like, a fully colored, shaded, with lightning, with in-betweens, with the clean line (and background). Up to 5 seconds depending on what you want to get I guess the price may start from 250$ and be higher or less depending on complexity of the details, character or movement (<- of course everything will be negotiated) I never took such commissions before so please be patient with me since I might spend even months ha-ha (really wanna beat this fear of taking something more complex) But I will do my best since it will be first experimental time for me 1. Payment via Boosty after acceptance of the sketch animation (very rough idea) 2. I think I can draw mostly anything (but won't 18+, guro and I can decline something if I feel like I will not like to do it) 3. You must have a reference of the character, I'm not ready to work with something that doesn't have a ref to start working right away 4. Please, properly think of what you'd like to see, I will not make 3 different rough animations of different ideas because you suddenly had another idea ;~;; 5. Note me in dms if you'd like to take commission... (I'd like to move to discord later since it's more comfortable in here) Uh... I have only this as a more or less proper example (it was based on amazing storyboard by yeye23)
Okay, I'll just leave it here if someone really will be interested and will delete if it if it will be decided.... I just feel like my brain is dying if I don't have an enjoyable/stressful more complicated work on a side that demands an attention from me. Have a nice day
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babydarkstar · 4 months
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i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.
i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it
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dracoria-nebulae · 2 months
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Chapter 11 of The Price You Pay!
I'm still alive, still sloooowly writing. I hope you enjoy!
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questioningyourfate · 2 years
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Fate here to echo my lawyers’ words when they urge their clients to be careful what they wish for, because they might get exactly that.
Fate,
Longer ago than it seems, I was a fresh-faced young actress in a traveling theater troupe. I loved my work, and I loved the places, opportunities, and friends it brought me.
Eventually, I came to love the troupe’s gorgeous, charming, intelligent, funny, and did I mention gorgeous new director, and I mean REALLY love him. Our betrothal was a celebration for all in our company as well as all who dwelled or were fellow visitors to the city in which our engagement took place.
A blue-haired woman with lines in her face as deep as her mouth and pupils laid a hand on my shoulder as the party was winding down. She gushed about what a lovely couple my fiance and I made, and while she knew I would miss my days of performing, traveling, and socializing, she also knew how much I would love the home I would keep for my husband and the babies I would raise while he supported us, for she had made a similar sacrifice decades before.
I was, naturally, horrified. So horrified that I dropped my half-finished ale on the ground and fled the party for the nearby woods. I do not know how long it was between when the sun set and when the full moon rose above the surrounding trees, but that is when I, with the day’s food and drink wearing off and awareness of my situation sinking in, stumbled across a root and into a tiny clearing that hosted nothing more than a cabin so small and ramshackle it was really more of a shack and a kettle steaming and hissing over a glowing stone pit just outside the structure’s front door.
A woman was hunched over the kettle, stirring its contents, and when she straightened and turned to greet me, I saw it was the same woman who had literally gripped me at my party. “I knew you’d come,” she stated matter-of-factly.
The deal she proposed was thus: I would have the age of the universe to continue my craft, and then, once I felt I had mastered it all, to try my hand at writing and directing my own plays (as I had always wanted), then perhaps analyzing the collected works of all of theater in an academic setting (as had also appealed to me, though would have been nigh impossible for a woman to do so in any serious manner at the time), then any and all other pursuits that suited my fancy, and unlike the woman who was already of an age when she began her own current studies, my youth (or the appearance thereof) would remain with me, as would my betrothed’s, if he wished the same. The catch: She needed a set of working human reproductive organs for a formula she was testing, and they would need to be mine.
She barely had time to finish her proposal before I agreed to it. What was there to disagree with? An eternity or as close as one could come to it to explore the world and hone my passions, all while looking upon the breathtaking face of my beloved for as long as the sun should rise, and no needy, whinging, stinking brats to get in our way!
The full moon readily lit my path back to the city, where the party had dwindled. I answered my lover’s cry of relief and subsequent scolding with an exuberant explanation of all the opportunities that now lay before us. His face, his exquisite face, crumbled as I spoke.
“Our life now, the theater and the travel, they satisfy me,” my love responded once I had finished. “But they do not bring me meaning. Only when I have a home filled with the laughter of my children will I find that.”
It was not the end of our association, for even after he and his pregnant bride settled in the village where our troupe originated, he continued to write and direct new plays that were quick to gain wide recognition, in no small part due to the masterful combination of aching wisdom and wide-eyed innocence of the company’s lead actress. He mentored me as I began to write and direct my own works and celebrated, he and his wife and their children and eventual grandchildren, when I became an internationally renowned playwright myself (even if it was under a pen name, for such was the plight of women creators at the time).
His children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, etc. all continued to encourage me after he died and his memory became too painful for me to carry around the stage and took to the hallowed halls of academia instead. I visit our home village, now a city in its own right, and tell his great-great-great…grandchildren what a wondrous man their ancestor was and how grateful I was to know him, even though I now live in the woods outside the city of our short betrothal in a small and ramshackle cabin next door to my new mentor. Even with all the years of devotion to my original craft, the look on their faces tells me that I cannot completely eradicate the sadness from my voice when I talk about the only man I have ever and will ever love.
I know you can no more change the past than I can, Fate, nor do I believe I would wish for you to do so, but what I do desire to know is this: why must each succeeding generation of my beloved’s descendants, no matter how far removed, be the exact replica of him, feature for feature?
You did say you wanted to look upon your beloved’s face for as long as the sun should rise, whether or not it was attached to him, did you not?
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I will be taking a break to celebrate my inevitable independence from certain toxic influences in my existence, but don’t you darling mortals worry! I will be back soon to help you in ways your limited visions won’t allow you to appreciate!
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stairset · 7 months
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I do think probably for me the biggest takeaway from both Mando season 3 and Ahsoka is that the Disney+ shows desperately need to abandon the stupid ass 8-episode format already cause both shows feel like they're trying to do so much and just don't have the time to properly flesh it all out which results in some great setups with some pretty underwhelming payoffs. And really this applies to like every streaming service period like at this point I'm just so fucking sick of TV seasons that are less than 10 episodes long. Like we seriously need to go back to the days when serialized action shows had 13 episodes per season at the bare minimum I'm not kidding.
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randomhuman45 · 5 months
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I high key like the idea of Batman going after Danny for whatever reason and while getting info on Danny Cujo is discovered and Damian is like "Father I must help you capture/talk to/whatever this guy you're tracking down".
Bruce thinks Damian is finally warming up to him and this is a way for them to get closer. Damian just wants Danny's dog.
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i’ve been scratching my head over the whole watcher situation. I’m not a fan myself but got dragged into it cus of the people I follow, i only watched their puppet history series and the buzzfeed unsolved series from way back- honestly, i couldn’t care less if they locked all their stuff behind a paywall. I’m so neutral on this whole thing, i might as well be swiss.
but i’m not neutral? In fact, the whole thing really bothers me and i couldn’t figure out why.
cus i get it, yanno. As a company that thrives on creativity, i understand you’d wanna cut yourself off the mega-capatalist-giant that is youtube to get rid of annoying restrictions, and asking monetary support from your audience so you can really stretch the limit of your creativity. I GET IT.
And it STILL bothers me!
And then I figured it out:
the whole “any future videos they’ll be making will EXCLUSIVELY be available through a streaming service you have to pay a monthly subscription for” comes less across as “please support us monetarily so we can grow as creators”, and comes more across as “if you want to continue being a fan, or even being a part of the audience, you’re gonna have to pay up. You have no choice in the matter. It’s either pay, or you’re not a ‘real’ fan or a ‘real’ part of our audience.”
THAT’S what’s bothering me about it. It feels like they’re gatekeeping who gets to be part of their community with money (that not everyone might have). And knowing where they come from and how they started…. That’s… extremely tone deaf. To put it gently.
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