#tumultus

[the-c0nquerer-w0rm]

So I made some updates to him and I'm reintroducing Ukashah Mansur, the Tumultus AU Uka Uka

And a bonus update to Akuhata, his brother Aku Aku

[shibara]

Sketch commission for @daggerjaw which I took about two centuries to post, sorry for that! Here's their WoW character Tumultus and his beloved pubby!

[slemhosta]

head in the clouds and feet on corpses

[devouredsun-fr]

I went looking for a 2/22/22 dragon and ended up with... 2 dragons, one not even hatched that day, but he's got a fun ID number.

Tumultus has the ID #75966958 and I had to have him for that. It's kinda neat to me. Pistachio pharaoh/cyan sarcophagus/turquoise opal

Furore is my 2 dragon. Berry pharaoh/berry sarcophagus/teal stained

[turingtestee]

⇥ PROCESSING… A STARTER FOR @tumultus / welcome to the eden club.

a locked bird in a cage was still a bird after all, and the one desiring to be free didn’t make it any less than the normal winged creature that wanted to fly around. grace and beauty wasn’t something that disappeared because of a change of scenery or any of those sorts. grace and beauty carried on to many different forms and many different lives.

— “ north. “

chloe hated disrupting the w400 model, but north was the only one in the eden club she could TRUST at the end of the day. someone who understood, or so she believed. “ i think we should run away. “

[peacetaught]

tumultus replied to your post ““… yeah, i’m out.” he’s just… gonna walk away.”

you get back here and face this

“make me.”

[bitterfuckbusker]

@tumultus | [x]

“Huh... Shit. That’s neat. I don’t really think Ian can do that shit -- Or maybe he can. Sucks for him if he can.” An off handed mutter about one of his other android friends, the self proclaimed ‘android hater’ leaned back as he pulled out his pack. “Why the fuck would I smoke that shit? I got Olive to worry about, I’m not about to fuckin go meth-head on her.” Mock offended, he jammed a handful of cigarettes into his mouth, speaking awkwardly around them.

“I shmoke ‘em cush i fuckin’ hate livin’ I guess.” His brows waggled up over his sunglasses just enough. Haha look at him he’s funny, trying to humor a robot who was probably about to scold him instead. “Love t’suffer.”

[compatipulse]

Talk To Me ft. @tumultus​

“♫ You don't have to be a hero to save the world         It doesn't make you a narcissist to love yourself              It feels like nothing is easy it'll never be                    That's alright, let it out, talk to me. ♫”            It was his and North’s turn to trek the waste and empty spaces no living being dared to crawl. Just off the bow of Jericho, ruinous buildings towered over their heads in constant looming threat of collapse. The forsaken coast. Humans loved to dump in these desolate spaces, and many of their supplies thus came from these dumping locales. Tonight their little expedition had found them something particularly interesting. “♫ You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique         You don't have to know what to say or what to think           You don't have to be anybody you can never be              That's alright, let it out, talk to me ♫”           A head of red hair rest against his knee, face hidden away beneath thin fingers -- all to shield an embarrassed flush of color. Slowly pale fingers plucked against slightly warn, slightly out of tune strings. It wasn’t perfect, but neither were they really. Wasn’t that the fatal flaw in their code? A perfect imperfection.

“♫ Anxiety tossing turning in your sleep          Even if you run away you still see them in your dreams              It's so dark tonight but you'll survive certainly                  It's alright, come inside, and talk to me ♫”

          He could hear the soft sounds of embarrassment that came from her, the gentlest protests because of course -- he was an absolute terror in this moment. After all, how could North withstand the sheer amount of emotion in those lyrics? The way Simon weighed each with an insistence and adoration meant for the android in his lap.           A woman who needed and deserved to hear those three words.

“♫ We can talk here on the floor           On the phone, if you prefer               I'll be here until you're okay                  Let your words release your pain                     You and I will share the weight                           Growing stronger day by day                                              ♫                            It's so dark outside tonight                  Build a fire warm and bright         And the wind it howls and bites Bite it back with all your might ♫”

                                                            Talk to me.           His fingers stilled against the strings, and he set the small instrument beside where they sat just before the slowly simmering barrel fire. It had all been paused just to play with that silly thing, to numb themselves for the briefest moment. Hand lowered towards her, fingers gingerly met thin wrists, before tugging her hands gently from her face.           His gaze fell over her features, and his heart ached for the struggles she knew, the pain that poisons her daily.

“♫ Anxiety tossing turning in your sleep         Even if you run away you still see them in your dreams             It's so dark tonight but you'll survive certainly                 It's alright, come inside, and talk to me ♫”           His palms slipped to hers, fingers squeezing gently , reassuringly, before his lips quirked into a welcoming, gentle smile. Clear blues halved behind heavy lids, and he shook his head slowly before bowing it, eyes falling shut and LED flashing as his thoughts filtered into hers. ‘No matter what, you can talk to me, North. I’ll be here for you always.’