#thefirstchild

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Valentines for the first failures ❤

[hippiewithoutborders]

A year ago today John and I saved the cutest little nugget, who purred like a pigeon and couldn’t meow. Even though you can hear her breath from the other room, she is the sweetest cat I’ve ever known 🖤🖤

[psychokittyd]

Wearing the Rei Ayanami bodysuit. The full thing is rather risqué #evangelion #cosplay #reiayanami #bestgirl #bestgril #waifus #neongenesisevangelion #ayanamirei #綾波レイ #thefirstchild #evaunit00 #evapilot #getinthedamnrobot

[goeatbuttercups-blog]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver.gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. violet. navy blue.crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. neck. shoulders. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. fingernails. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk.velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt.mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns.seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer.coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon.vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts.cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone.movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells.exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings.stockings.trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. lipstick. ribbons.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness.happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers.enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged by: @platedprimadonna tagging:@penpursuiits, @thefirstchild, @freeroamingflower, @cnimae If you want to and you’ve not done it already

[thelastchild-blog1]

some people in this world are just completely unable to vagueblog.

[silentandpatient-archive-blog]

Flashback

Send me “flashback” for a glimpse into my muses past

Dynslooked up from where he was drawing at the kitchen table. He didn’t like todraw there much anymore. There were... bad memories. Blood stains in the woodthat he wasn’t sure if he was really seeing or if were just the funny swirls inthe wood that he thought looked like blood now. But there was nowhere else todraw. If he tried to do it in the living room the carpet would make the picturelook funny cause he’d have nothing good to lean on. If he did it in his roomthere was no escape route. He’d have been found already and there’d be nochance to hide.

Andfrom the grumbles he could hear coming down the hall he needed that escaperoute tonight.

The boyleft the colored pencils and the half-finished drawing. Even if it got torn upthat was ok. He could draw it again. There was a thump against a wall. Andanother closer. Dyns’ heart pounded in his chest. Moving fast tonight. He wouldhave to move faster.

Heslipped out of his chair and around the table silently as he could. Learnedmonths ago not to wear socks because they made him slip. Learned how to walk onthe balls of his feet without being on tip toe. Another thump against a wall.He wasn’t moving fast enough. Heartbeat in his throat now.

Dynshurried out of the kitchen the opposite way from the sounds. It risked beingcaught in the living room at the same time. But if he was fast. If he wassneaky. he could get to the recliner and hide beside it until he was safe. Thenhurry on. Crouched down low he waited. And waited. And waited. An eternity of heart beats in his own ears. Thumping loud and endlessly. Handsshaking. A thud against a kitchen counter.

The boyhurried off again. In his own room. Leaving the door open had been a trick he’dlearned with time too. Just enough for him to slip in. Not enough for anyonebigger. He could get in and look as though no one had touched the door. Make nonoise. But he would know is anyone else had been there. Or was coming. 

Dyns crawledunder his bed, moving a box of winter jackets aside so that he could get behindthem before putting it back in place. Waiting. Listening. Waiting.

Heheard nothing. Nothing coming down the hall. Nothing thudding against walls.Nothing yelling. He waited. He’d wait all night. It was better if he waited.Right here. Under the bed.

His dad sometimes didn’t find him under the bed. Sometimes hedid. But if Dyns moved from underneath it and was wrong about the time. If hewas impatient and moved too early than he was sure to be found. Better to wait.Wait until he was certain. Either the other bedroom door was slammed closed. Orthe sun came up in the morning through his window. Just wait. 

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L: Change the WorLd (2008) – [00:12:26]

The Wammy’s House coat of arms appears in the 2008 movie L: Change the WorLd in two scenes, one in which Watari receives a message from H and one in which L sends a message to other members of in his contact list of Watari’s death.

[Stencil]  &  [Vector]

[silentandpatient-archive-blog]

( why are you so meme ), "Why are you so... kind?"

Dyns smiled to himself. He would smile at Chara but that wasn’t really possible. At least… he hadn’t figured out how to do it yet. There was probably a way. And if there was a way then eventually he would find it if he waited for an opportunity to figure it out. But for now, all he could do was smile and hope Chara understood he was smiling. 

[I’m not any kinder than you.] He thought to the spirit in his head [We’re both just nice. And we’re nice because people deserve to know that other people are nice. If people don’t know that people are nice then they would think that people are mean. Mom always said that meanness makes more meanness.] 

Not that it seemed to stop a lot of the kids at school. Or the adults who didn’t give him time to grab a pencil to write with. Or his dad after he’d been dri–

[We’re both kind because we know to be kind. That’s all. And getting mad. Yelling. Breaking things….. it doesn’t help anyone understand. You have to be kind. And patient. Or they dismiss you. So we’re kind. Right?]

[somber-fabbot-blog]

Examine! An MTT brand oven with a jar of MTT brand human soul substitute resting atop it.

[Examine!]

One of Mettaton’s brand ovens with a jar of that famous human-soul flavored substitute. This particular oven seems to be display only, as none of the buttons will move.

You briefly wonder how Mettaton knows what human souls taste like.

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Hey!! I really love what you did on your icon! It's cute 🙊

Thank you~ This is a great season, you can be absolutely gaudy and it still looks festive.

Just add a funny hat, some lights, and an ugly sweater and your blog is Santa-ready ~

[asrielobsessed-blog]

😰

The prince felt a satisfying feeling of something collapsing in his paw, releasing the corpse of the human he had grabbed by the head, flicking any blood or viscera off his paw with ease. He stood tall, at an intimidating height about as tall as his mother, Toriel.

He was wearing a royal robe with a very eccentric and extravagant collar, the design of the robe itself far more exquisite than the plain robes his mother wore. They were also closer to form-fitting, the sleeves quite tight to his arms. His horns were large, sharp, curved unlike his fathers. His robes were stained with spots of red and there was the smell of death and fire around him, the goat shuffling through a village he had just decimated. There was an...odd sound following him. Something sliding across the ground behind him.The human that was the reason he was like this right now, why humanity fled in terror from monsters, why a sweet child had become a cold killer who didn’t listen to anyone, not even his parents anymore. He wore a large and heavy iron bracelet around his wrist. Rusted and stained with blood, mostly. There was link of large chains leading from it to....

...another, smaller, more slender wrist. It’s bracelet was much smaller, the skin pristine and pale, a sweater sleeve covering the bracelet entirely. He was dragging along what appeared to be an unconscious human. In actuality, it was the magically preserved corpse of his best friend and surrogate sibling, Chara. This is what they wanted, right? This is how they wanted it and he didn’t want to leave them anywhere or let their body stay with anyone else ,and it definitely couldn’t be buried! He needed to see them to reaffirm their thoughts, what they had wanted to happen to the awful awful humans that had broken them and made monster’s lives a living hell. Now it was humanity’s turn.Their control over part of his SOUL had long diminished and they fell silent long ago. He lifted his arm up high, raising their body to eye level, the fallen prince laughing and stroking his paw along their other cheek. “Do you hear it Chara? A caravan of humans perhaps, trying to make it to some refuge or shelter.....it’s such a shame they never did, isn’t it? They’ll join all the SOULS up here, and the join all the others I’ve crushed in my palms. Such is the fate of all humans left on this planet.”He sighs wistfully, lowering his arm and continuing to walk, dragging the humans body again “Come, let us put these awful creatures out of their misery.”

[itsgoatbro]

@thefirstchild

Asriel had barely finished making lunch, and had been rushing because he’d woken up for a nap. He was supposed to meet with Undyne to do something important today, and was basically cursing in his head the entire time. He’d finished the food, yelled to Frisk and Chara that it was ready, and then hung up his apron and dashed to get ready.

He finished preparing and then rushed out the door, saying he’d be out late and either bring food or cook something when he got home. Not a single dish or cooking utensil had been cleaned, and half the ingredients were still out.

[thelastchild-blog1]

hey chara go to bed

[somber-fabbot-blog]

♔♗♝

♔ – White King — What is the biggest sacrifice you’ve made? 

Well, i mean he scarified friends and family for fame. Hmm...Probably when he sacrificed his dream of going to the surface in order to stay and cheer on his fans.

♗ – White Bishop — What positive traits do you have?

He cares a lot about his family and friends. Anyone who insults or harms them will either get an earfull from him, or a face full of metal. Mettaton is also pretty good at listening if you need someone to confess all your problems to. And over all, his heart’s in the right place. He’s got fairly good control over his anger.

And he loves snails.

♝ – Black Bishop — Negative traits?

All that said, he gets blinded pretty easily. His love of the spot lot and his dreams blind him to what’s going on if left unchecked too long. And when that happens, he has a tendency to get very selfish. It takes quite a lot to snap him out of that blindness. He’s also got very poor self control when it comes to romance and things of that nature.

And as for his anger control, once it’s exhausted, it’s exhausted. You’re in for a fight. And if you hit the right spots, it’s flung out the window in the first place.

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Happy Reunion Day, Backup

[youwinatball]

♕❖

“what 4th wall?” send a SYMBOL and my MUSE will respond

♕ what do they think of their mun?

“Danny? Oh, I like him; he’s pretty nice, just…kinda has a weird sense of humor sometimes. Actually, he’s kinda quiet; usually stays in his room and writes or draws stuff on the computer. I couldn’t do that; I prefer to get out and talk to people. But to each their own, I guess. Danny wants to learn to cook, but he seems like he really needs a push to get motivated into actually learning. Too bad I’m not real in his world; I’d love to teach him!”

❖ do they like the layout of mun’s rp blog? what would they change about it?

“It’s all right; I mean, I see what he was going for when he got that theme–this being an Undertale RP blog. But frankly…? It’s just so…monochrome… I get it. It’s supposed to look like the game’s battle system. But hey, I don’t even like fighting, so why does my blog look like a battle?”