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a post for the very underfed Amir community

(please note-this is my first time drawing a middle Eastern character. I sincerely apologize if the skin tone is off! I originally drew him wayyy too light, so I digitally edited it to be darker (which unfortunately did make the quality funky.) Please tell me if the skin is still too off, and I will fix it immediately!)

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do you think narcissus would still have fallen in love with his own reflection if he knew how utterly gorgeous and breathtaking the mirror is

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Princess Twilight Sparkle!

(She is best pony, no questions asked.)

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UUUAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

…UUUUUAAAAGAAGAGAGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

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THIS IS BEAUTIFUL RAAAAAAAAHHHH

Is there bodies in the water?

Oh lord Damien no ur sister isn’t in the water you dumb fuck oh god he’s GOING TO THE WATER FUCK

Reblogs are appreciated!

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The Engineer.

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Just the Engineer.

Smitten over the Captain. He loves like a dog.

I feel like there’s this trope between them where the Captain feels sometimes like they could care less, but they still hold some sort of soft spot for their second in command.

And he sees that.

He follows the Captain’s word whether he likes it or not. He despises getting demerits. He’ll brown nose to get his way out of something, even if to no avail. But the words he says are true; he is glad to have us as his Captain. But it’s in such a way where he’s trapped.

He can never deny he cares for us. He can never deny that we’re handsome and/or beautiful. But the thing that hold the most truth to him is our praise.

It’s what keeps him going.

He’s afraid, slightly, of the unknown. Obviously he’s trained for it, but of course he doubts our choices sometimes.

Everything he does, following orders, doing his job-but at the end of the day, the Captain says “good boy,” or “good job,” or something of the sort, and it sends him swooning all over again.

Something tells him that maybe tomorrow it’ll turn into “I love you.”

We know that.

And perhaps we’ve used that to our advantage one too many times.

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The Captain.

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Just- the Captain. Something always irked me about them, and yet I never knew what. But they, or, we, seem…indifferent.

Why did we feel the need to push Mark into every situation instead of ourselves?

Why do we want to give Mark demerits for feeling human emotions?

Sure, he was brown nosing at one point. But why is the list of demerits so long…? It’s like there’s one for literally everything. Of course, we’re on the Invincible II. We need to get our colony to a new planet professionally. But that list of demerit reasons always struck me as odd, as if the Captain sees everything as a flaw and not regular humanoid things.

The Captain is cold. Did we ever care about Mark? Maybe we saved him the second time he tried to fly out of the bulkhead. Maybe we did miss him in that same ending where we was long gone and dead. But something tells me that the care we have for our Head Engineer never truly went deeper than just a work colleague.

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Little b-day present for Markus plier everybody wave to the sad blood soaked man 👋

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Happy birthday to the most wonderful, kind, genuine, and inspirational content creator I know,

for making me smile when life dulled my face and making me laugh when I thought I made no sound anymore.

for encouraging me to dream big and believe in myself, and giving me hope that maybe one day I can do something so profound that even through all the struggles I’ll still be proud of myself.

I hope 35 treats you absolutely wonderfully and that today’s sun meets you with warm rays. Cheers to your next year, the one after it, and each next to come. <33

We love you Mark :)

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@mcharon he looks so cute in thisss :’) AND ALL THE LITTLE EGO PLUSHIESSS AWWWW

Happy Markiplier day ^w^✨✨

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birthday moment

reblogs appreciated :3

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Caretaker lifted the Whumpee off of the cold, hard ground. Whumpee was badly injured and/or horribly sick. Every movement, no matter how gentle or minimal, was agonizing. The Whumpee was crying and whimpering softly, pleading for the Caretaker to make the pain go away. But Caretaker can’t do anything until they get to their destination.

Caretaker murmurs soothing nonsense like, “Shhh, shhh, shhh. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. There’s no need to cry. You’ll be okay.”

It does nothing to soothe the poor Whumpee who’s just so miserable. Their quiet please devolve into heart-wrenching sobs. The Caretaker isn’t paying much attention to what they’re telling Whumpee. They weren’t even sure if Whumpee was listening.

Finally, the Caretaker can’t handle the Whumpee’s cries anymore. “Shhh, honey, shhh. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

And just like that, the cries cease.

“Wh-Whumpee?” Caretaker asks. Whumpee is still sniffling a little, but has brought a hand up to their mouth to muffle their sobs. Caretaker feels like the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. Whumpee wasn’t feeling well to say the least, and now Caretaker basically told then to shut up because their crying was painful to hear.

“Oh, sweetie, no! It’s okay to cry. I’m so sorry! Cry all you want to, love.”

But Whumpee stayed quiet. Caretaker could feel the poor thing heaving with sobs they desperately tried to keep in. They tried to reassure Whumpee that they could cry, it was okay!

Whumpee continued to choke back their sobs no matter what Caretaker said.

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Caretaker’s eyes widen. They make eye contact with Whumpee, watching tired tears flood their eyes. Whumpee gives a terrified look to Caretaker, who can’t say anything.

Healer gently gets a grip on the shrapnel bit, looking to Caretaker and nodding. They begin slowly tugging out the projectile, holding Whumpee down with their knee as they squirm and writhe in agony. They shriek, their sounds muffled by Caretaker’s firm grasp over their mouth.

A wave of guilt washes over Caretaker as Whumpee glares at them, a hint of betrayal in their eyes. Caretaker is only doing this for Whumpee’s good, but Whumpee doesn’t know that. They’re too tired, in too much pain.

Footsteps can be heard from a nearby hallway. A feeling of mutual panic shakes the team; Healer yanks the rest of the projectile out. Caretaker is practically crushing Whumpee’s jaw at this point, trying desperately to keep them quiet with their hands shoved over their mouth.

Whumpee’s vision blurs. The absence of the projectile leaves gushing black blood pouring from the wound. They’re angry, they’re scared, they’re sad. They don’t understand. Why is Caretaker doing this?

Healer has no time to wrap the wound. The team scurries off, Whumpee in Caretaker’s arms. Whumpee’s muffled sobs grow louder now; they’ve been noticed.

Caretaker forces their hand against Whumpee’s wound as they carry them away, and Whumpee lets out a pained squeal-it burns. All the comforting words and praise Caretaker wanted to say just can’t come out of their mouth, it would only hurt everybody.

As Caretaker runs, they look down to Whumpee, who is shaking terribly. Whumpee only stares back blankly in betrayal and agony.

Caretaker’s lip quivers. They hold Whumpee tighter as a tear falls down their cheek. They manage to murmur softly, “I’m sorry.”

♡ Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence ♡

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Whumpee who has been injured in a high tension situation. The team is trying to sneak through somewhere. It’s really really really important that they don’t get caught.

The team knows Whumpee’s hurt. They can see the pain on their face; can hear their barely suppressed whimpers. But there’s nothing that can be done. No words of comfort that can be spoken.

And then Whumpee collapses, trembling. The team drags them to a corner where they aren’t necessarily safer but at least a little more hidden. They examine the wound - the projectile that is still embedded in their skin and now leaking black ooze into their bloodstream.

“I have to take it out right now,” Healer says gravely, “Keep them quiet.”

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☾⋆ Welcome! ⋆☽

⋆ A guide to my page ⋆

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☾⋆ About Me: ⋆☽

⋆ Hi!! I’m Nebula, I go by she/her! I write and draw sometimes! I may rarely post, or I may post often. It all kinda depends. (I also may post writing/prompts more than art as im still working on developing my art style, so art might not be very frequent!) ⋆

Fandoms:

Markiplier

Date Everything!

Manifest

HH/HB

TADC

MLP: FIM

Murder Drones

Whump community

Shifting community

What I Write:

Prompts

Fanfics

Self-inserts/Y/N (maybe)

OC fics (maybe)

OC x Fandom inserts (maybe)

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Some OC art (maybe)

☾⋆ NSFW/SFW: ⋆☽

Art:

SFW (maybe some tasteful nsfw [with warnings] but I will most likely just keep art sfw)

Writing:

SFW+NSFW - I will include warnings if anything is nsfw or includes other sensitive topics in my writing!

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Interact if:

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Asks:

My asks will be open, but I may not get to them all! I may not be frequent in how often I do asks.

Reblogs:

I’m fine with reblogs! <3

Content Use:

If you see a writing prompt or fic of mine, feel free to expand on it! Just be sure to credit me if you used something of mine! <3

If you see an artwork of mine, do not trace! You may, however, use bases (if I choose to make some) or ask me if you can use the art in some way that isn’t directly copying!

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