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non-un-topo · 9 months
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My Neekeys over the last two-odd years. I was curious to see the changes 🤔
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fudgecake-charlie · 5 months
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mahlersgirl · 3 months
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I legit created a whole new blog for my blue eye samurai obsession because mizu is that powerful
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dj-benjammin · 8 months
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hope you guys like objects kek
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polter-heist · 1 year
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Dp x Dc prompt 5
Danny's class goes on a field trip to Gotham. The day goes great but at night, the bats stop on the roof of the building and get into an argument.
Danny, half tired, annoyed from all the noise and at the fact that his ghost sense keeps going off, phases through the roof with his thermos and soups the problem(s) and calls it a night.
The batfam isn't very happy that multiple of their family members got souped.
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advernia · 11 months
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The man asked, who are you. I am death, and I make all equal.
The day Jamil turned seventeen, he received a herb.
The herb was as long as his hand, its sheen a dark green, its leaves broad and scent something fresh. It was just a herb, and yet Jamil held it in between his fingers earlier with such a furrow on his brow and a frown on his lips.
"Oh, don't make that face," Najma says. "C'mon, if you don't know what it is or what it does we can just boil it or sell it."
Jamil sighs. "No need. I already know what it does."
"Huh. Then what's the problem? Who gave it you, anyway?"
"... My godfather."
"... You had a godfather?"
"Najma."
She dabs away at her eyes with a cloth, but she does not face him. Jamil crosses his arms across his chest and leans on the doorframe.
"... What do you want."
"... Your friend. Where does she live?"
Najma turns around, eyes red and glaring. Jamil does not flinch or move from where he stood, his figure ominous under the dim light.
"Why do you need to know?"
"What did you do!?"
Jamil pries Najma's shaking hands off his forearms, steps a few paces away from her. Stray strands of her hair are sticking to her sweaty face, her nose was red and running a bit. Her voice rasps with both exhaustion and shortness of breath.
"But... but... they all said... only three... three... three days left... but how...?"
Jamil looks past his sister, to the hut behind them. Through the open window one could see a family of three huddled together in a tight embrace - two adults and one healthy child in the center, all smiling and tears streaming down their faces.
"She's alive now," Jamil says, reaching out to rest a hand on top of Najma's head. "Isn't that enough?"
One day when Jamil was about to step out of the hut with a satchel strapped to his waist, Najma drops her half-woven blanket to run after her brother and tug at his sleeve.
"I'm coming with you," she says.
Jamil narrows his eyes. "You don't need to - get back to work."
"I'm going, whether you like it or not," she huffs.
They just stand there for a moment, glaring at each other until Najma pushes past Jamil and walks out of the hut.
"So where are we going?"
Light clinking sounds rung out from Jamil's satchel each step he took; no doubt coming from the pouch inside that held enough thaumarks that would feed them well for the rest of the month and then some. The sound was akin to little bells, one that Najma had her herself whistling along to as they walked their way back home.
"So its like a cure-all," Najma says. "like magic in fairy tales."
Jamil snorts at her comment.
"But both those things don't exist," he replies, moving onward.
"Hey."
"What."
"So what kind of person is your godfather, then?"
One could say that like anybody else, Jamil was a creature of habit. He was one whose mornings started with the bow and arrow at the crack of dawn, one whose afternoons were spent bargaining with the merchants of the markets and one whose evenings were knit deep with wool or thread until he had burned his midnight oil. His routine ran as steady like water and like clockwork was his every toil; but that was how he had lived the ten years of his life with his younger sister under his wing.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Najma asks him this halfway through her meal, eyes round and blinking. Jamil had not touched his own portions yet, but both were warm and fragrant under his nose.
A loaf of freshly baked white bread. Stew with generous portions of meat and vegetables.
Removing the weight tied to his waist, he sets the satchel on one end of the table then picks up a slice of bread.
"The chief was looking for you."
"It's about his son, isn't it."
"Yeah. You going?"
"You're the one halfway through the door, though."
One could say that like anybody else, Najma had read fairytales. She was one who had read about wide kingdoms and kind rulers, one who had dreamed of knights and princesses and witches, and one who had wondered about magic and miracles. These are the worlds she had traveled to when she was still a small child wrapped in the warmth of her parents' embrace, but now that she was older and able to stand up on her own, she grew wise enough to learn that her world was vastly different from those in fairytales.
Maybe that is why she gives the old lady her shawl - it is perhaps too colorful, too long, too thin; but it is received carefully and with whispers of tearful thanks.
"Let's go," Jamil tells Najma.
A nod, but Najma's eyes still linger to the old lady - the shawl that Najma gave was now being wrapped around someone else's shoulders; around a young noble boy who was too pale, too small, too frail for such a large bed.
"Can I buy some cloth? One bolt of whatever material would do. Nothing colorful either."
"What are you making?"
"Gonna try making shrouds."
Three months.
It had been three months since they had left the comfort of their hut, their village.
Three months since they have gone around the country, visiting the ill or the ill finding them.
Three months since they have been sought after by kings, queens, nobles, commoners.
Three months since Najma had been making shrouds.
Three months since Jamil had met his godfather.
Three months.
The herb was as long as his hand, its sheen a dark green, its leaves broad and scent something fresh. It was just a herb, and yet Jamil held it inside his fist with such a furrow on his brow and a frown on his lips.
"Oh, don't make that face," Najma says as she draws her hand out from under the covers to swat at her brother's arm. When Jamil would not raise his head to face her, his head still so close to lowering itself on her mattress; Najma closes her eyes and her voice becomes something small.
"Ah... Has your godfather come to visit me, too?"
— godfather death. | 1812
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2: going grimm's fairytales!au ft. twst cast for this month's ficathon! the indented text above is an excerpt the actual fairytale + a link to the full tale. there's also a link tied to the fairytale's title at the end of the fic - it shows the different translations/renditions of the tale in other languages. 3: a tl;dr version: godfather death is a story about a poor man with twelve children - when he had his thirteenth child, he immediately sought out a godfather. he meets two people: god then the devil, but he makes neither of them a godfather. instead the man chooses death as his child's godfather, and when the child had grown older death gives his godchild a herb as a present. death says he will make his godchild a celebrated physician. whenever there would be a patient, death would be there too: if death stands by the patient's head, then the godchild would say that the patient could be cured with the herb death had given. however, if death would stand by the patient's feet, the godchild must say that the patient cannot be cured - the patient would be taken by death, so the godchild must not interfere. 4: and since i don't want to clutter this space anymore or flood my tags, each story comes with post-reading notes!
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shoechoe · 7 months
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why is an evil pirate clown here
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freenarnian · 1 year
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OUTPOST ON THE EDGE: An Inklings Challenge Story
credits: frederick buechner || banners || c. s. lewis || octavio paz (trans. eliot weinberger) || worshipgifs || jh hard || g. k. chesterton || images: unsplash
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Could you pls share the most filthy ash smuts you know of ? //will take a lashton if need be//
"Most filthy" is pretty subjective imo (and having been in this game for a minute as both author and reader, I know my barometer is probably different than most 😂🤡🥸) so I'm not quite sure what exactly to recommend but I can definitely point you to some resources. 😏
- Just in case you're not familiar with the smut I've written, I'll link you to my AO3 - everything there is also available here on Tumblr, but with their detailed tagging system, it's much easier to scroll thru and see what may/may not be to your liking smut wise.
- It's a mess atm but I did host a fic rec blog at one point and once you get past the self-reblogs lmao, there's some gems hidden in there. Here's the tag specifically for Ashton smut, along with a couple stories I just scrolled past that I know used to be discussed a lot. (Pro tip: there's sadly no way to get past the "read more" on works from deactivated accounts but if a "read more" is dead bc of a username change, you can either click on the author's username at the top of the reblog and it should take you to the full post or ofc in a browser you can replace the old username with the new one in the read more URL)
- My buddy @cal-puddies has written some killer Ash fic in her time, so here's her Ash specific masterlist. Included there is "Daddy's Home", a multi-part poly!Lashton series that I think decidedly qualifies as filthy. (And if you're open to other pairings, Cass also has some wild Cashton threesome fics as well 😌)
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Reverse isekai but instead of fantasy characters being transported to the modern world, they're transported to the wild west.
I call it 'RE:InTarnation'.
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creatediana · 1 year
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A half-assed whiteboard imitation of Frederick Sandys’ Perdita (1866), done in a few minutes in Expo marker on 2/14/2023
#my drawing#visual art#2023#pre-raphaelite#frederick sandys#shakespeare#the winter's tale#perdita#artists on tumblr#shakespearean heroines#i did this on the same board i've done my other whiteboard drawings that i've posted#idk if i've mentioned this. but it's in the math tutoring center where my sister works lol#i haven't been there in two months. i don't take any math classes anymore so i'm really just chillin in there. sometimes i socialize#sometimes i do my own studying. that's how i started these expo marker drawings. is that i was looking at paintings for inspiration for my#figure drawing final. and id do a sketch in my sketchbook and then copy it from my sketchbook onto the board. and id leave em there#obviously nothing about that is against the rules even if that's not what that room is *for* ... im allowed to just kick back#i always wondered what the other ppl who work in there thought of my whiteboard drawings. bc id leave em up. and sometimes they wouldnt be#erased for like a week or two. hell. the last one i posted (the love potion by evelyn de morgan) was my least impressive imo#but it was only erased like a week ago. it stayed up for like 2 months. kaily told one of her coworkers he could erase it and he was like#'its been there since last year... and out of respect for that i will not be the one to do it.'#lol like they're nice but they're not sacred#but anyway i went at a different time of day and stayed in there for several hours just reading and drawing while other ppl did math#i met three other ppl who worked there that i'd never met before. and they were all like 'oh are you kailys sister who does the drawings?'#i guess some of them really like them lol. it touched my heart#one guy in his 40s also saw i was reading a book on john donne & was pretty interested in that combined w my choice of the winter's tale#i guess he's a bit of an early-modern english lit buff himself. he's a christian. he said he liked george herbert.#he said smth to another student like 'yeah you can do math in here. or you can. draw on the board. or read books about#sixteenth century poets and theologians. whatever you want'#i didnt know anyone there would actually be impressed w anything i do. since it is not stem-related at all.#i guess i bring that old school humanities swag to the math center hahahaha
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xnervouscircus · 8 months
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sorry about all my rambling posts and tags but ball it we fuck
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asthevermincrawls · 1 year
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ugh
#never thought id make an all tags vent post but im going thru it i guess#i haven't been a big fan of mcr in years but my whole online presence on tumblr is based around it#and almost all my beloved mutuals are mcr mutuals#i want to actually centre my dash/blog around things i actually like again but i dont want to cut off mutuals! they're important to me#and i DO still like mcr. but if i had made this blog this year instead of 5 years ago i would be following 2 mcr blogs and not like. 10#yanno?#i wanna focus more on vulture culture and nature and writing and stuff like that but i dont want to make a new blog either. ugh!!!#idk maybe i just need to use tumblr less#i still listen to mcr every once and a while and im finishing a dd fic i started a couple years ago but thr fandom is just. so exhausting#and i hate that all my mcr posts get way more notes than my non-mcr posts#I don't want to make mcr fanart again for a multitude of reasons but i feel like people still follow me for that#and are disappointed when i post things im more interested in#and i hate that as soon as i step outside my bubble of mcr blogs its immediately just. people saying the most insane obsessive shit.#and maybe its just#because i dont like them that much anymore#but that shit freaks me out !! i dont like it here! maybe im just a hater but maybe try listening to a different band for a little while#go for a walk or something#i think maybe i just hate fandom#if it wasn't for the fact that i got into it super young i probably never would have joined the mcr fandom#which would still be a bummer because ive grown a lot as an artist and met some great people through bandom#but im beginning to find that im not really a Fandom Person.#i dont really feel the need to go online after finishing a really good movie/show/book and start posting about it and making up headcanons#i mean i want to write arcane fanfic at some point but thats about it#idk#this was all a long and incoherent ramble#maybe i should just make a new blog. but im really attached to this one#anyway pls like if you read i feel embaressed for spewing all this into the tags#a.txt
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ninjadudettekira · 11 months
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Hey so I think everyone needs a reminder on how to interact with people:
It's fine to "spam like" a person if you're just going through their stuff during the day you find said creator. If they're a popular tumblr user I doubt they'll notice if you spam their notifications after the fact cause they probably have them off anyway.
However, I am not a big tumblr user, I keep my notifications on and check here when I see them so I tend to notice the same person spamming me. This is about those of us that check notifications cause we be small and want to see the interactions.
If you're going through someones posts and you're constantly on their notifications for 11 days straight because you keep unliking and reliking their content, that's fucking creepy.
I don't mind the spam likes if it's literally just one maybe two days of someone seeing my content and liking it. (Especially the Ben 10 or Young Justice posts).
But like 11 days? That's too fucking much for me to see you in my notifications when I haven't posted much, if anything, during that time frame. Especially when it's been stuff that was already liked prior. I don't have enough Ben 10 posts that you haven't seen in one or two goddamn days. You don't need 11 days to stifle through all my Ben 10 content.
Like constantly spamming my notifications won't get me to answer your long ass ask faster, in fact it made me put it off even longer. Originally it was cause it was so long I needed to answer on my laptop so I could read it as I responded. But I also kept getting busy and forgetting to respond. So I'll take responsibility for not answering it, doesn't mean it's okay to spam like my shit for almost 2 weeks because I didn't answer you.
In fact said person even chatted me about it the other day and I explained why it took so long. (Although they apologized for it being long over asking why it took so long.) Then they proceeded to spam like content they already liked again.
Spamming won't get a creator to notice you, they'll just straight up fucking block you.
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historia-kq · 2 years
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Thing I spent hours drawing
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clothing-references · 2 years
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ummm, I know it’s just fashion/ aesthetics, but you probably still shouldn’t be reblogging from TERFs/ crypto-fascists…
????? can you maybe be more specific??? i don't physically check the profile of every single person that makes a post???
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