#Thank you!

[canisalbus]

Alright.

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#oh OH #!!! #ask and you shall receive :O #a certified creechur #going unhinged over the lil' boots #those are 100% Tove Jansson imagery #moominvalley and it's gender neutral high heels mwah #I think he must belong to the same genus of narrow anxious critters as sniff and fillyjonk #brain combusting because suddenly I have a terrible urge to reread moominvalley in november or something hhhrhrh #I'm not a rabid fan of that many things I don't collect merch and such #but moomins just spark joy every time and Jansson has been my personal idol since childhood #an unexpected niche thing but his makes me exceedinly happy #thank you! #;_; #gift art #kuroikamome #own characters #Machete

[cuubism]

Oooh, a potential feast! I'm really curious about "melting press of the sun"!

ohh, yes. post-2022 meeting slowburn getting together fic. kind of about trauma and dissociation. the first three chapters are here. i'm slowly eking my way through more

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When they talked, his friend was… distant. In the past, while he did not often speak his thoughts, Hob could always tell he was listening. Could tell he was focused. Present. Only once had his friend’s attention strayed, when he had been pulled by what was apparently a better tale in the form of Will Shakespeare. It was different, now. At their first meeting, their reunion, when he had caught his stranger’s attention slipping, Hob had assumed he was boring him. But he’d soon realized it wasn’t that. It wasn’t to do with him at all. He didn’t think his friend’s attention was turning to anything in particular, nor even to his own thoughts, for even when Hob had noticed him thinking, turning things over in his mind during their past meetings, his eyes had still been bright, and he was quick to catch whatever Hob said. Now… no, he was not distracted. Sometimes, his friend was just gone. Hob didn’t know where he went. He still met Hob’s eye, still offered a tiny smile if he said something amusing, spoke even, if Hob asked a question. But there was something… missing. His stranger had always been so intense, even if he contained it in a still, reserved body, even if he rarely let that feeling spill out. Intense, and composed, and quietly powerful. Something had cracked during or after the horrible imprisonment he’d tentatively spoken of, slipped, like a cliffside held in place by barest friction, now skidding free. Sometimes Hob got him back. But sometimes he was there but he wasn’t.

#cw dissociation #the melting press of the sun #my writing #ask #anonymous #thank you!

[larkingame]

Hello!! Are you having a nice day? I hope you do!!! I wanted to ask, could u maybe tell us what the different classes are? Tumblr's search function always lets a girl down and the detailed info is not in the pinned post as far as I can tell, so I can't find the info :( Thank u and have a lovely weekend 💕💕💕

hi! today's going okay so far! thank you for the ask :)

so there are seven classes in larkin! in the game they kind of function like the traditional class system in a game like dnd combined with their background system, meaning they not only shape the players skills and abilities, but they also have an effect on some of their viewpoints and values, as well as having an impact on their relationships with other people in the world!

the outlaw - this is your traditional criminal class/background. an outlaw abrams has managed to survive through any means necessary--something that Wyatt doesn't exactly approve of, given his own 'moral code' 🙄this class is great with intimidation and making connections in the various underworlds that larkin's version of the US has to offer. character's like Nash might not take too kindly to some of their methods, but he would have to admit--they're effective.

the healer - this is your 'doctor' class, well, as close as one can come to being a doctor without any formal training. an expert in traditional medicine, a healer Abrams has survived on the kindness of others after delivering babies, pulling bullets out of rogues and tending to sick kids. Wyatt is particularly proud to call a healer Abrams his kid! Cassidy and Ethel would find you particularly valuable--as the Ward gang is currently down a healer.

the showman - this is Larkin's version of a bard. An expert musician and storyteller, you live for the stage, you shine best when you're entertaining, swaying an audience. Wyatt isn't particularly favorable towards your selected path in life--he thinks your talents could be put to better use doing something else--but you're his kid no matter what. Already kind of mentioned this, but Cyrus has a soft spot for musicians!

the conartist - this class aligns the best with the barest bones version of the MC, when they were first being developed in 2020. They've followed in Wyatt's footsteps, selling forged land-deeds and miracle tonics, swindling unsuspecting bleeding hearts out of their pocket change and making a big old show of it all the while. An expert at manipulation, Wyatt couldn't be prouder of the little conman you've turned out to be. Rose finds the conartist a little suspicious--like people trust them far too easily, but Dominic on the other hand, loves the way Abrams can get people eating right out of their palms.

the thief - this Abrams has sticky-fingers, great with pick-pocketing and breaking into places they shouldn't be, they'd consider themselves something of an expert thief. with a boost to dexterity, this Abrams has nimble fingers that help in terms of picking locks and other delicate tasks. Wyatt thinks you could be doing something a little more honorable, but he'd be lying if those nimble hands of yours didn't come in handy from time to time. Reyes absolutely adores the way this Abrams can rob a man blind without them even realizing.

the gambler - holding 'em and folding 'em is this Abrams' specialty. They've been counting cards since before they could read, shooting dice before they were old enough to enter a casino and hustling pool long before their twenty-first birthday. Wyatt is pretty happy with the little cardshark Abrams' has turned out to be, he admires how well the can keep a lid on things--well, usually. Hollis is hesitant around this version of Abrams. They usually have people figured out the moment they've met them. But this Abrams? This Abrams is unreadable--and they hate going in blind.

the slayer - now, every version of Abrams is a vampire hunter, though the slayer takes a different approach to the craft. Vampire hunter is all they are, it's all they'll ever be, it's what'll kill them one day--but they've long accepted that. Their knowledge of the Vamp world is unparalelled, their dedication to slaying all of Vampire kind rivalling that of the Pope's dedication to Christ. Wyatt is...well, Wyatt worries more about the slayer than he does the other Abrams'. Montero and Adam, both being Vampires themselves have differing opinions of the slayer, but--they'd be lying if they didn't say they weren't at least a little wary of them.

#game mechanics #thank you!

[matan4il]

Hey...are you okay? Last you said,drones were en route

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for caring, I'm physically okay, though it was not an easy night, and I don't wish it on anyone.

I wanted to update, but figured I need to make a proper update post, plus I've had some real life stuff to take care of this morning, so I couldn't post anything earlier...

I hope you're doing good! xoxox

With your permission, I'll try to also reply to all the other kind people who sent messages about this...

Stay safe!! I'll be praying for you and all of Isreal

Thank you so much, Nonnie! We're mostly physically okay, I think most people here are shaken up, but trying to continue with life, and I have no doubt that it matters for every Israeli, to know there are people out there who care and pray for us. So, I'm glad I get to pass this message on, too. Sending you lots of love! xoxox

@hidingintheaether asked:

Wishing you a good nights sleep. May you be safe and sound tomorrow and in the days to come. I am taking sunday off from tumblr and news sites both for my mental health, but i know you do not have that luxury (of ignoring the news) at the moment. Just wanted you to know that somebody is thinking of you. (i will be praying for israels safety.)

Thank you so much, lovely! It def feels like we need it, because while Iran claims the attack's over, they did escalate things with it, which means Israel has to respond. So we still don't know what the following period of time will bring.

I'm glad you're taking care of yourself, I've sadly seen some nasty posts, so it's good to take a break when you need it. And just like I told the previous Nonnie, I'm very thankful for the care and prayers, I know it helps me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Lots of hugs to you, and be well! xoxox

@dominikadecember asked:

Alice, I don't know what is going to happen but I sending so much love to you and I hope... I genuinely don't know what for. I don't have any words.

Thank you so much, my darling Dom! I'm sending you love and hugs right back, and I know how you feel. IDK what I'm wishing for either. I want peace for everyone, including the people of Iran, they're suffering under the Islamist regime there, too. I just know that realistically, that's not where the situation is at, not for a long while yet, and for the time being, IDK what to wish for that will bring us to where I hope we can get to... I hope you're well, and I'm always grateful for you! xoxox

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #terrorism #iran #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #ask #anon ask #dominikadecember #hidingintheaether #fandom love #kindness #thank you! #<33333

[hierba-picante]

HI, HELLO, I'M COMING TO DROP QUESTIONS AND RUN!

Your pony-fied Moon! Does he do contortion?

For the older sibling au: What songs were you thinking of for the DCA to play? Do they serenade the older sibling?? Also when Sun and Moon learn that Gregory is related to Y/N, do a lot of things about them suddenly make more sense?

-normal-about-the-dca

Hi hi!! Yes pony Moon does do contortion! How he doesn't break his pony bones-- I don't know! But boy does he love pretending to be a pretzel! A few songs I have in mind as of now are-- The Platters: Twilight Time, Bobby Vee: The Night Has A Thousand Eyes, The Del-Vikings: Come And Go With Me, Frankie Valli and The Four Season: Ronnie, The Beatles: I Want To Hold Your Hand, The Turtles: Eleanor, The Beach Boys: Be True To Your School, The Penguins: Earth Angel, Paul Anka: Put Your Head On My Shoulder- I have many more in mind, but these were the ones I kept listening to today!! Sun and Moon would play guitar and bass! There's I think 2 or 3 songs in the list that are from the 60's so-- I'll keep the DCAs' range at that! 50s-60s music! :D As for them reacting to y/n being Gregory's older sibling- I'd imagine they're horrified at first. But! Once they get to know y/n better, they can't help but feel dumb at all the similarities that went over their heads! One similarity is y/n's clumsiness- they always have a band aid on somewhere, or their quick wit at comebacks! That's probably their favorite!! :] I can't wait to have more time to finish up drawings andfanfic to share with you guys!! This au has given me more reason and fun with drawing and writing! The most I've had in a while!! :]]

#hierba speaks #anon ask #thank you! #fnaf dca older sibling! au #dca x reader #fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca au #dca fanart #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf mlp #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf mlp moon #dca older sibling au #hierba rambles #hierba art #my art

[placing-fyodor-in-random-places]

oh you are such an idol can I have fyodor surrounded by some squids :3

Fyodor Dostoevsky surrounded by some squids!

#Thank you! #placing fyodor in random places #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd #bungou stray dogs #asks

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Guys! I have to show you this! This is fan art I received from @madishhatter of Lenora from I Can't Eat Love! and Bel and Liam from Please Fix the Story

I thought this was so awesome, so wanted to share it!

Thanks, @madishhatter for sharing it with me! You are an awesome artist and you made my day!

#not writing #fan art #other people's art #cool art by awesome #this is cool! #thank you!

[indieyuugure]

Just wanted you to know that you are amazing and loved by many

Aw, thank you 🥹 That’s really sweet ^v^💕

Same goes to you :]

#q&a #thank you!

[poketcg-art]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

#not tcg #thank you!

[wehangout]

#19 for the physical affection prompts please!

Send me a number prompt and I'll make it smutty

19. playing with their hands when nervous

It's panted breaths against your neck and shaky fingers at your belt and it's good, it's so good and warm and Mickey. He's close - close enough to kiss if he'd just fucking let you, but it was only last week he promised to cut your tongue out if you even tried.

But you want to. Fuck, you want to. You want his mouth on yours and you want your mouth on his, but you're not stupid enough to try. You don't believe he'd cut your tongue out, not after fighting and fucking him, but you can still taste his come on your tongue and you're not willing to risk whatever the fuck this is because it's so good and it's so warm and -

"Mickey."

He huffs out a breath in reply, right against your ear, and chills descend down your body, your breath comes out as shaky as his hands as they press against your hard, denim-covered dick.

"C'mon," you mutter, horny and eager, pressing into his hand, and he moves back to your belt, stops.

You look at him but he's staring at your crotch. You follow his gaze and his hands ... his aren't aren't shaking, they're fucking trembling and your mind races, traces the last five, ten, fifteen minutes, but it's fine. It's fine. You didn't do anything wrong, and the way Mickey groaned when he came down your throat proves that.

"What is it?"

He unbuckles your belt, hands still unsteady. "Never done this before."

"Done what?"

His gaze flicks up to you right as his tongue flicks out to swipe at his lips, and you get it. You get it and it lights you up inside, makes you stupid. You reach for his hands, ignore the jolt that curses through him when you place your fingers over his.

"Don't have to," you say, and a little tension leaves his body. "Don't have to do anything."

And your hands have a mind of their own, your fingers tracing what you know is the F on his right hand and the P on his left, and a part of you is waiting for him to pull away because this is a little too close to holding hands and holding hands is fucking gay, but he doesn't. All he does is keep his hands under yours and works at your button and zipper.

"Kinda wanna, though," he says.

And only then, only when he drops to his knees and yanks your jeans and boxers with him, do his now-steady hands move away from yours.

#ian and mickey #gallavich #gallavich fic #my fic #smut prompts #thank you! #mybrainismelted

[attackradish]

Thanks for the tag @7-11thuniverse! The post was getting long, so I’m starting fresh.

Picrew link

I’m tagging @omegasmileyface @cryptturon @cryptidwithacopiccollection @wolverinedoctorwho and @rosemarylemonades.

#Finally incorporating my new beard into things #This was fun #Thank you!

[cuubism]

in waking dreams? 👀

ever so slowly i work on finishing the final chapter 🥺

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For a moment, clothes in hand, Hob just… stared at him. His Dream had always had a slim build, but now he was downright skinny. He mustn’t actually need food to live, as Hob doubted Alex Burgess had been opening the cage every day to feed him, but Hob knew well enough that food wasn’t only about need. And besides, one could become gaunt on lack of spirit alone. Still, Hob fed on the sight of him, fed centuries of longing that had become an endless devouring mouth in his stomach. Centuries of low, simmering hunger, and recent decades of starvation, hunger to see him, to actually see him. He felt as though he was seeing him truly for the first time, knowing the truth of him—though he had seen him before, hadn’t he? If he had been lucid while dreaming, then he must have truly seen him, and just hadn’t known it. “You are staring,” said his Dream. Hob came back over to him, put the clothes beside him, and took his cheek in one hand, tipping his Dream’s face up. “‘Course I am,” he said, throat tight. “I waited so long to look at you.” His Dream’s eyes fluttered shut, as if he knew what Hob would do before he did it. And indeed, Hob kissed him. He leaned down to meet his lips, took that soft, giving mouth against his own. Slipped his fingers into his husband’s hair, and he let out a low moan. Hob had missed kissing him so much. It wasn’t the same when his dreams were only memories. “Hob…” his Dream murmured as they parted again. He gazed up at him, wanting, and leaned into Hob’s hand. And Hob still didn’t know his name.

#hob finally gets to learn dream's fucking name in this chapter 😂 #in waking dreams #my writing #ask #anonymous #thank you! #i'm determined to finish this. it's taking so long but i must

[canisalbus]

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#look what the cat dragged in #strong contender for the tiniest scantiest measliest Machete #I think it's terribly cute that he's the size of a cricket but you still went through the trouble #of including his dark circles and the inner ear details #putting him in a box of tic tacs for safekeeping #thank you! #gift art #peteytheparrot #own characters #Machete

[pi-slices]

10 Years, Every Day! - 240405

As of today, it has been exactly 10 years since I started creating and sharing a 3D animated GIF artwork every single day!

I originally began learning 3D and making GIFs after being inspired by many of the digital artists I had started to find on Tumblr back in 2013. When I decided to start making a GIF every day in April 2014, with very little prior art experience, I never could have imagined that I would still be here doing it 10 years later.

I'm incredibly grateful for everyone who has stuck around and supported my work in any way over the last decade. Likewise, I also have to thank everyone I've had the chance to work or collaborate with over the duration of this project! This has been a huge learning experience, and I am very proud of how far things have come.

To the best of my knowledge, I am the first artist to complete 10 years of daily GIFs, but I have to give major props to the other artists that I know of who paved the way and passed this milestone before me in their respective mediums: @songadaymann / @catswilleatyou / @beeple / @graebor / @rawandrendered

With that being said, after a lot of contemplation, I have decided that today will mark the completion of my daily GIF project. I have no plans to stop creating and sharing my art, but after 10 years of pushing to have an animation done every single day, it's time for a change of pace.

There are still so many things I want to learn, and now feels like the right time to give myself the room to explore and give it a try.

Thank you again for the support. I'm excited to see what the future holds.

- pi

#GIF #10 Years #Every Day #Thank you! #Artists on Tumblr #Design #Art #Animation #Abstract #Trippy #Pi-Slices #PiCreations #Everydays #Everyday #Daily #Mograph #Motion Graphics #Loop #Seamless Loop #Seamless #Perfect Loop #C4d #Cinema 4d #Cinema4d #After Effects #Octane

[yooo-lets-go]

I've been laughing about Gaz's ballistic missile salad pic for the past five minutes 😂 after surely waking up half of my neighbors, I think it's safe to say I just found my newest favourite tumblr post. It made me very happy, thank you very much 💛🌻

He’s so tired

#thank you! #I’m happy you enjoy my little drawings #i’m having fun with these #call of duty modern warfare #ghost babygirl #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #ghostsoap #soapghost

[sprout-fics]

Valeria Garza Headcanons

I have so many ideas about the queen herself, and I can definitely thank @writeforfandoms and @soapskneebrace for listening to my insane unhinged ramblings about the story concepts I have for this bisexual menace. Have a fic idea I'll never write but is fun to think about:

El Sin Nombre has had a lot of women spend time in her bed. Pretty, seductive, sly women that see the woman with the tattoos and dark eyes, with the brand name clothes and nice cars and think mine

You’re different

Valeria doesn’t pick you up from a strip club or bar, but from something much more mundane, a resturaunt where she sees your boss berating you and somehow decides she’s curious

She asks for you by name, and the next time she visits she does the same. Repeatedly, and each time you wait on her she grows ever more interested in you

You can’t help feeling the same way- this mysterious woman who’s flanked by guards, who always orders top shelf liquor and yet her eyes are not on the food but on you

The proposition she gives you is sudden. Spend a weekend with her. Just one. You don’t have to pay, and she doesn’t expect anything from you either. Just come keep her company

You agree, against your better judgement. Within minutes you’re bundled out to a car in the back alley and driven up to the mountains, to a sprawling villa with tenderly constructed landscaping, tiled hallways and a courtyard with clematis climbing up the lattices. It’s an old money estate, subtle, well crafted. It doesn’t speak of the riches Valeria recently inherited, doesn’t scream gaudy decor or lavish indulgences

It’s beautiful

The weekend that follows is the stuff of dreams. Valeria takes you shopping, buys a wardrobe for you with a signature on a check and a withering glance when you protest the expense. She dines with you in private at the villa in one of your new dresses, and you talk long into the night as the shadows grow long

You wake up the next morning still tangled in her sheets, and it isn’t long after breakfast that you return there…and then the pool…the bathroom…the couch…

By the end of the absolutely dizzying whirlwind of a stay that’s stolen your breath away, Valeria has you in her lap, your hands delicately resting upon her shoulders and she asks 

“What is it that you want? Money? Jewels? A car?”

She expects you to say as much. This is not the first time she’s done this. There’s been a dozen women before you who have blinked down at her and coquettishly requested these things, saw Valeria for her riches and not for the person she was. They long after her lifestyle not knowing of the blood involved, ask for beautiful things and then play games to try and cling on to her just a little longer

Instead, you offer something else, biting your lip in thought and shyly asking:

“Can I spend more time with you?”

Looking back, Valeria thinks perhaps it was that moment that sealed her fate

You do visit her again. Several times a month, and each visit is filled not with the riches of her coffers but with the wealth of her attention to you. You find yourself opening up to the mysterious heiress, knowing nothing of the brutality that lurks behind the tenderness she bestows upon you

She ensures your rent is paid for, always on time, pays off your boss so she can take you for the week, and you visit the coast with her. You try your hand at cooking for her and she has the gall to tease you when the smoke detector goes off. She makes you taste new, strange food and drags you into bed with their taste still lingering on your lips

She pushes catalogs of lingerie into your hands and urges you to buy as many as you see fit, and then has you model them for her

All of them

You call her when your car breaks down, when you don’t have enough to pay for a health appointment, hesitating over the phone before she merely laughs and asks if you think she can’t afford it

You call her in tears when your landlord kicks you out without warning after harassing you for money- pointing to the rich stranger who comes to collect you for days at a time

Valeria comforts you in her room, has you dry your eyes on her shoulder and silently nods to her second in command

You look to her when your things are brought to the villa, and Valeria tells you with little fanfare that she’s moving you in

You also never see your landlord again

She acquiesces when you insist on keeping your job, but reminds you that she can easily provide for the both of you

You never find out where the money comes from, and Valeria likes to keep it that way. If she can keep your hands free of that bloodshed, she will

You’re the thing in her life that’s free from violence, the remedy to the rot, the gentle flicker of a lantern in the darkness of a coffin. She drinks you in like sunshine, a needed cure to the brutality in her

You slowly realize the depths Valeria will go to for you, ad you’d be lying if it didn’t scare you

She locks down the villa after a call too close- a lieutenant of her gone rogue, one who knows far too much about you for you to be safe. You aren’t allowed to leave the villa for over a week, and at one point Valeria vanishes for a full day before coming back. When she embraces you, you can’t help but think she smells like death.

She’s had men killed for less than the offense of threatening you

Yet with you she’s softer. Not gentle, per say. El Sin Nombre will never be gentle. She’ll tease you until you beg, ensure you beg for her until there’s tears, and even then she’ll only tell you “Is it too much, querida? Ohhh, poor thing.”

She’ll bite her marks into your skin, will have you fist the sheets until the only thing you remember is her name. She’ll make sure that even if the world ends, it’ll be the only thing left in you

She’s so damn sensual sometimes it’s hard to breathe. Pushing up against you in the kitchen, her hand rising up under your skirt and her voice undeniably pleased at the little gasp you give her in response

She loves flustering you, will blatantly say something sexual if only to see you splutter. It’s like the act of getting you riled up is a drug itself to her, sinfully addicting and oh so sweet

She takes this perfect life for granted, because one day you don’t come back from your outing

Gone

You yourself don’t know the two strange soldiers that bundle you into the back of a humvee while you’re shopping, tremble in the back of the car while they take you to the Mexican special forces home base and interrogate you over El Sin Nombre, a mysterious and terrifying figure you know nothing about

Until you do

You think a long time ago maybe you would have been horrified, would have gotten on your knees and begged for them to protect you. Now, you have something else to protect. So when Ale and Rudy try desperately to press you for answers you only glare

Then, a messenger, and you hear Valeria’s voice float over the radio. There’s bloodshed and cruelty in the words she gives the Vaqueros, and she promises that she will carve a path of carnage should you not return to her unharmed

“I will burn Las Almas to the ground.” She vows, voice sinister in the low, rasping oath she swears to them. “I will make sure the children that dance on your graves know my name.”

It’s a threat that works, because as much as Ale would rather kill Valeria, the devotion to his home runs deep inside him further still

It’s Rudy who issues a low, grave warning about the woman who has captured your heart, and his words are gentle despite the prophecy he gives you. There’s something mildly resembling pity in his eyes

It lasts for the entire drive until you’re returned back to Valeria’s arms, and you beg her for mercy when she threatens to end Rodolfo’s life for the transgression of touching you

Yet in the aftermath that follows it’s Valeria who cups your face and turns it up to her, asks with gentleness that doesn’t reach her gaze if you’re hurt

You tell her no, you’re unharmed, and that even if you were, you’d suffer a thousand blows if it meant you could once more return to her side

She kisses you there, in front of all her sicarios, holds you close to her and tucks your head into her shoulder

Silently, to herself, she thinks that regardless of riches and wealth, of treasures and the power that comes with being El Sin Nombre, that the most precious thing in her entire empire is you

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria x f! reader #valeria x reader #cod mw22 #headcanons #drabbles #my writing #If someone does somehow decide to pick this up I'd appreciate if you could credit me but it isn't strictly required #Thank you!