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This new ban is honestly the worst
Why would you just one-sidedly decide that after almost 11 years that now is the time to remove anything and everything remotely suggestive and above? That's literally Tumblr entire site. (Well, more like 70 percent; theirs about 10 percent that refuses to leave because of this. The rest don't care)
Honestly, that's one of the worst business decisions I've ever had the heard of or had the displeasure of have to experience.
You like Bakugo's mom?
I do.
She fiesty.
I like her better than I like Deku’s mom at least.
How does one manage to magically lose a foot and a half in height in a span of ten years?
She’s significantly shorter, but probably weighs more than she did when she was taller. How embarrassing.
Woman looks like a cheese wheel…
How dare
This is the definition of rude.
Fuck you OP. You dare insult mom?!
You’re right guys. I’m sorry.
She’s sweet, soft, and creamy with a nutty aftertaste. Great with crackers.
Shame she smells like feet tho…
S T O P
Her legs are too squat and frumpy for her to move very fast.
Fortunately, she has adapted and uses other means of travel to get around.
DUDE TF IS YOUR PROBLEM!¡ she got older and a bit shorter and izuku got a lot taller since, you know, PUBERTY EXISTS so she seems a lot shorter? And maybe she’s a stress eater and is sad because her ONE AND ONLY SON AND THE PERSON SHE WOULD GIVE HER LIFE TO PROTECT got his dreams shattered! Think before you speak! Even if it was just a stylistic choice and everything i said is bullshit, you shouldn’t just dislike and shame a character cause she’s fat! I know she’s fictional but if you said that to a real person how would they feel?
Despite her impressive physical prowess, cheese mom is not without her weaknesses.
Yeah. But I’m sure most people know I’m just messing about.
We all love Deku mom. Some of us may not love her as much as others, but we love her nonetheless.
And in her defense, she did have a rough childhood…
Sometimes I forget about all the stupid shit I’ve done on this site.
If you listen closely, you can hear a ship sailing
I need fanfiction
I’ve been working on it >_>
That moment you realize you never really were on the righteous side of things
Mannequin study
Enjoy my art
(Wip)
Markus Blythe was currently recalibrating and running diagnostics on the Ambane, a military survey ship. The Ambane’s mission was to jump into uncharted space and catalogue planets and star systems. Finding habitable planets in the process helped further the Captain and his crews prestige and careers. The Ambane was currently in a drydock Thazae, currently one of the farthest habitable planet in the human sphere. The crew of the Ambane were currently on Thazae getting ready for their next exploration mission into uncharted space. Mission lasted anywhere from a few weeks to a whole year, though most only lasted six months. The only reason Markus was stuck on the Ambane was the fact that at least one engineer had to stay on the ship at all times. While that meant he had to stay on board by himself Markus didn't mind. In all honesty he prefers to be by himself with machines, at least with those he knew he would mess up or embarrass himself.
He usually fumbled over his tongue when he was near or talking to the ships lead medical officer, Myra Tharam. When he first joined the crew he'd gone around and introduced himself to everyone. In no way did he consider himself to be a ladies man; he always treated everyone on equal terms until he met Myra. He'd been smitten by her. It wasn't just her appearance, it was also how she acted and how awesome she was. She was just a few centimeters shorter than Markus, she was what would be called black Irish; that refers to someone of Irish origin with dark hair and blue eyes. Her skin was almost completely flawless, except for a scar that started at the edge of her widows peak that disappeared into her hair that she almost always had in a tight ponytail. Markus’s face grew bright red as he thought of her. He'd had the hardest time talking to her, he'd rather sit there and watch her laugh at one of his terrible jokes or the way he acted or how excited she'd get when talking to him about the things she liked. He knew that she'd probably not like him. He guessed from the she acted that she either had someone she already liked or is in a relationship already. And Markus was far too nervous to even ask about such a thing. In fact he'd rather not ruin their friendly relationship.
Markus shook his head clearing his head of such thoughts. He'd only been on this boat for a year and a half while everyone else had been here for three plus years. He'd taken the empty spot the lead engineer left after he'd retired. The crew was nice enough, but most had doubted his abilities and experience. Markus never let it get to him, he knew he was worth it and that's all he needed.
A heavy thump shook him from his reverie, it didn't help that he jumped. It didn't help that he mumbled to himself when he was deep in thought. Hoping against all hope he looked around to see if anyone was here to have possibly heard him. To his great relive no-one was in sight. Another smaller thump sounded. It was from the outside. After connecting himself to the ship board super computer he routed himself to the outbound cameras along the hull as he tried to find the offending masses. To his dismay they were armor chunks from another ship. His eyes were glued to the monitor on his wrist computer. Another ship… how had it lead to this? Markus poured over the systems security and news feeds. Nothing was pointedly out of place, that was odd. An idea came into his mind, along strategic points where Intel satellites. These satellites are meant to inform planets and ships in system of impeding jumps, asteroids, and other spatial debris that could harm or impede many of the proceeds in the system. Markus was aiming to see what had happened with this particular debris.
None of the satellites had picked up any information on what happened. The only thing was the registering of the debris and classifying it as none important. Only one piece was catalogued as important. The Intel satellites couldn't make it out completely, but it was a large chunk nonetheless. And at current it was making its way toward the starstation. Markus began a computer program that would catalogue and plan drift or possible impact path. While the computer ran its course on the projection, Markus made his way towards the bridge. Once there he punched in his command code (one of the benefits of being an engineer with admin access) the ship began to thrum to life as the Bridge computers woke up. The wrist computer chirped signaling it had finished its task. The engineer hooked his wrist computer into the ships main console causing both to sync. The main computer console flickered to life bringing up the projected path and time. A nervous smile began to form on Markus’ face…
…
The captain of the Amdane, Irwin Ivanov, is a man pushing forty, his hair was already streaked with gray. He loathed to admit it but he was becoming overweight and losing his touch. He's been a military man for life, just like most of his entire family line. Irwin had been on six different tours during his career, each had lasted four years. Most had been campaigns against insurrectionists, pirates, separatists, and smugglers. The whole human sphere was split between the original parent nations back on earth, now called Terra or in some cases the homeworld. There are also planets controlled by religious groups and alliances. Both factors tend to lead to wars for one reason or another.
Once Irwin had joined the Astral Corps, the spatial military, he had left all that behind. Besides many of the planets had fallen under one of the three governments, that includes all two hundred and nine planets… and whatever resource commissions they had. Irwin was currently in a bar enjoying a Martian zero gravity brewed rum, most planets in the Sol system had been terraformed and had exports of their own. Though he was partial towards mars where he'd been born. Even at his age, Irwin was debating if it was worth a shot to seek out romance from one of the natives. He shook his head, his wasn't a sexual need. All the captain really wanted was a companion he could confide in. He sighed wistfully. No one on his crew would do; that'd be him showing weakness and ultimately losing his crews trust, them believing him not a worthy captain. In more ways than one was he an odd captain. Instead of splitting his crew, he'd done his best to mesh them together and get them to be a well oiled machine. It had worked well instead of rivalries between officers they were friends and in some ways family. His fellow peers believed him mad for such tactics, but not many would argue with his results. The only two he'd feel he could talk to that weren't hardcore militants would be Myra or Markus. Myra would make the most sense with her being the lead medical officer… though many of the crew have talked to and spoken of Markus’ kindness and friendliness. He finished the rum in a single swig. Still both were under his command, he'd have to–
His wristcom began chirping signaling he's being hailed. Who could be calling him at this hour? Irwin tapped the computer face with his index and middle finger accepting the call. Markus’ came up on the screen, he was obviously nervous about interrupting the Captain. Markus stuttered for a few seconds then clumsily saluted. “Sir!” The flustered engineer practically shouted. It was a good thing that the wristcoms had a subdermal implant that allowed the user to be the only one to see or hear what was on screen.
“What is it engineer?” Irwin ordered. The man on the other side of the called flinched and opened his mouth, stopped himself and looked to be carefully thinking over what he was about to ask “spit it out boy.” The captain said simply. The man on the screen nodded “Sir, roughly five minutes ago I spotted debris and what is possibly an armored piece of another survey ship. Most of what I've seen is through the Intel satellites and the ships sensors,” the image of the engineer spun away and the layout of the ships sensors took it place. A series icons of various sizes and denotations were spread across the screen. That doesn't make sense the captain thought as he watched the small display. This far out in the fringes of human space there wasn't any enemies because of the fears of being completely abandoned by the rest of the human sphere. “permission to retrieve the larger piece floating towards us? I have already gotten Yuki Palmerton on board to relieve me for my brief shore time.” The old captain began to stroke the short stubble on his face. Yuki was a savant at engineering and technology, though she was always serious and refused to waste time. She was tall for someone of Asian descent. Her home planet had less gravity than earth causing the inhabitants of the planet to grow taller. At first it was almost detrimental, but after years of living on the planet human inhabitants had adapted to the gravity. Yuki was about one hundred and eighty two centimeters tall (roughly six feet). Her no nonsense attitude and intimidating manner had earned her the name Ice queen or ice giant in the crew, no-one had the balls to say it anywhere near her. Though Irwin suspected she knew about it. The engineers on board the Amdane we're technically note military personnel and that allowed them some personal freedoms the rest of the crew wasn't allowed. Yuki always took advantage of that and always had taken advantage of that and modified her uniform and hair. It always seemed different every time he saw her. You could say that was the only thing unserious about her.
“Sir?” a small voice asked. Irwin nodded his head “You have permission to collect that thing. I don't want that to damage our ship” he spoke firmly. “Aye aye, sir” Markus saluted and the feed went dark. Irwin sighed heavier this time as he pressed the recall all on his wristcom. That would send a single over the military channels call all hands to report back to the ship. He drained his drink as he got up and threw down bills. The only reason bills still existed was for places such as this where the money card systems have not yet been set up. The solid currency was a special kind made to withstand most punishment and only ranged seven bills based on old American currency. Simple does what simple does.
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Markus made his way towards the hangar bay there he'd get on one of the ship’s cutters and retrieve the wreck. His blue fatigues sat on top of his underlying space armor and suit. The suit was a nanoweave smart fabric that made perfectly fitting clothing on any person. The suit had standard armor padding made up of a synthetic and highly resistant armor polymer. The suit were dubbed Zero G Armor or ZG armor for short. Marine fatigues were standard for all those about a military ship. Even those who are considered civilian personnel, the main difference between them and full fledged marines was that their uniforms didn't not denote rank only name and occupation. Not being of military crew, Markus rarely wore the blue cargo jacket. He normally just wore his simple gray tee and the uniform pants. Fear of being vented into space caused Markus to always carry the hood that acted as a helmet and always carried the recycling rebreather. The prospect of being vented into space made him shudder even though he wore and carried the safety gear he'd have a microsecond get the gear on; it would likely not be fast enough. Markus shook his head. Even so it made him feel far safer than without. He keyed his access code into the computer and gave dock control to the closest of the four cutters. The Ambane was roughly six hundred meters from stem to stern. While not large in the human fleet she wasn't small. She was also fitted with a loading dock the could carry at least four Ox half tracks with breathing room. An ox half track was about the same size as a standard Semi truck and attached trailer. Though there weren't any on board now, that meant if need be Markus would be able to bring back the floating hulk.
Basic stance
Nightmares are not just casual dreams, they’re actually training sequences, that are suppoused to prepare people for the after life (which is why it is so hard to explain them). Today is your first day at your job, where you create and control each persons nightmare, suddenly, something inexplicable happens.
As per usual I was late for a big test I didn't study for only in my underpants. Man, I hate my job.
Write a story from the perspective of someone who is blind
Ok so, this is gonna sound weird but, um, I'm blind... Wait! Please don't leave...! Well I guess I can't ple— oh! You're still here? It sounded like you just walked away... Sorry that happens to me a lot. Not many people want to listen to a story from someone blind.
Anywho this is the story of how I helped the knight save the princess! Well... Maybe not that dramatic. All I did was talk to a beautiful sounding lady and introduced her to my friend. From what I hear they hit it off well and have been dating for a time.
What about me? Oh, I'm fine. I like telling stories. I believe it stems from the fact that I am blind. Everyone I've ever gone out with was a ten out of ten, and they've liked my stories. But you know how it goes most people are out there just to hook up. I usually loose people at this point so I'm kinda at a loss... To be honest I didn't think id get this far...
tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like
“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”
and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent
“I literally made three- THREE- 18th century corsets last week. You can wait until one of them gets back, or you can go sometime post-1920s, because if I have to sew one more god damn channel I will literally lose my mind.”
“Upper middle class?!?!? You told me upper class! FUCK YEAH THERE’S A DIFFERENCE!!!”
“How about kimoNO.”
“Look me in the eyes. I do not care what you want. This is the 1500s. You absolutely cannot wear trousers.”
“Another court gown?? Here’s a novel idea: go as a peasant for once in your life. Why do you do this to me? You’re fucking sadists that’s why.”
“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be up all night hand painting silk.”
“THE POLICY IS ONE MONTH’S ADVANCE NOTICE ON PRE-1900s WOMEN’S FASHION FOR A REASON, DEBRA.”
"What do you mean you need an entire 16th century Victorian gown by TONIGHT!? Do you not understand how HARD that is to MAKE!?"
It’s been seven days since you’ve watched the tape. The girl climbs out of the television, intending to end your miserable life. Your response: “Hey there beautiful, how you doin’?”
She fuckin kills you on the spot for catcalling her
What if it was the first the time anyone has ever called Her beautiful and she is happy about that?
android tentacle fishman, I can work with that
Mermaid dragon harpy. Well that is interesting...
Anybody wanna make me a new icon?
I have absolutely no ideas.
You are an all powerful MMO end-game boss; adventurers once came to you in groups to try and defeat you for gear and glory. Several years and expansions later, you are all but forgotten. You have gotten use to your retirement, until one day when a lone adventurer appears.
I'm enjoying my retirement, it's been so long since someone's tried to beat me. Its really nice. I mean now there is better and other bosses. Being the first final boss has it's pros and cons. This is one of the pros. Now all I have to do is sit back an----
"boss!" One of my underlings shouts
"boss!" his annoying voice grows more worried
"boss, please! Where are you!?" He shouts
The doors to my chambers fly open wide and fast as I came bursting out. Flames, anger, and all.
"What!?" I shouted dragging out the word
The underlying is unperturbed "we have an adventurer in our domain" he continues
What. Why? Doesn't he know I no longer have gear of value? The beginners gear now is practically on par with anything I have. I basically just a floor or area boss now.
I follow the little underling to where the supposed adventurer is. This will be an interesting encounter to say the least....
(cont?)
You are a psychic medieval swordsmith, with the ability to see the future of every sword you make. This sword you just forged will kill the king.
I'm pacing back and forth in front of my newly created sword. I can't see their futures until completed. And I spend so much time making this things. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"The king... The king... Of course, always thought I was going to make one for that purpose. I mean come on I made swords the Heroes used to save our country everyone comes to me. But why this one? It's for a kid who hasn't even turned twelve yet. And I'm supposed to give it to him? I guess I could say it was a fluke. I mean not everyone believes I can see my swords futures... Well except for the regulars..." I buried my face in my hands "What do I do? What do I do? My daughter is a swordsmith as well I can have her sell it. No that won't do she inherited my abilities. I know," I say as I put the sword on the finished rack. "I'll make another one for the kid and I'll be fine, no problems!" And I set about doing so.
...
Three swords later...
I screamed into the forge causing the flames to grow a little. I rubbed my temples "Four swords... Four swords..." I kept mumbling as I paced about "this will not go so well..."
Every kingdom’s princess must select someone to serve as her personal knight for the rest of their lives. You, a regular soldier in the army, have been hand-picked by the princess of the dragon kingdom, the most hated in all the land.
Dear Madam Lietier, Commander of the Four nations army
This is Corporal Larings, personal knight to the dragon princess, formerly of the Lyspick knights. I write this in order to tell you m'lady that I am no longer of your ranks. The reason I am now bound to the dragon princess is because I had saved her life, at the time I did not know 'twas her, I assure you, I did as I was instructed while under your orders. Specifically the one where we are duty bound to help those in need during the happenstance we come upon them. She had been cornered by vagrants planning on gods-know-what to her. I stepped in as I came upon the vile scene. After they'd been quickly dealt with, she asked me to take her home. Pray imagine my surprise upon arriving at the Dragon Duke's castle. Upon entry she told me to follow her to her father. That is how I am now her personal knight.
I know full well no-one of the realm likes this Lady, but now 'tis my duty to protect and serve her. In all honesty, I held no ill will towards the Lady; I never took part in the ilk who spoke of rumors and lies. That was also in your rules. I thank you for the years of training I have received from you, madam. Please do not think less of me and my selfish act. Pray, if you would please inform the others of my battalion.
I thank you for taking me in when I was but a child, those of my ilk would never even dream of something like that to ever happen. Now it is my duty to clear my liege's name of the ill rumors floating about.
Fare ye well,
Corporal Gonfel Larings
P.S. why is it such a frail woman so hated? Even if she is the daughter of the 'Scourge King'. I have yet to see what she herself has done.
“Whaddya mean she’s angry? How’d ya piss off the literal embodiment of PEACE?!”
"the only way possible..." He chuckles "eating all the food she saves for later" the embodiment of mischief laughs manically
