#i missed the blogs anniversary this year

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Aaand we're back babey

This time with more purple

#identity v #aesop carl #identity v embalmer #identity v the embalmer #identity v ask blog #unconcerned art #its about time i redrew the icon #i missed the blogs anniversary this year #but ye ill be doing a lot more monochrome stuff cos of time n energy constraints #asks will be slow but we will get there #i still feel a little bad that the gatto event wasnt. the best. theres a lot more i could have done with it #but theres no point in dragging it out anymore. dusts hands. it is what it is

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

He’s cool 🧊 he’s hot🔥 Like a frozen sun.☀️

#american dragon jake long #adjl #jake long #hom au #....i felt bad about missing his anniversary <;D 19 years man! #ALSO I FOUND TWO!!! TWO!!! ACTIVE ADJL BLOGS!!!! #adjl-unofficial is unearthing absolute gems of older art and adjl-week is planning an event next year!!!

[laundrybiscuits]

(soulmates AU: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)

When Eddie Munson was almost fifteen, his soulmark showed up overnight.

Oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh god he’d thought in a loop, horrified eyes stuck on a wrist thrust as far away from himself as his gangly limbs could manage. 

All year, the hope had been growing and growing in him that he’d dodged a bullet. Turns out it was just a little slow.

Because, see, when Eddie Munson was almost eight, he asked his mom why can’t we just go away somewhere, like—like, just us, and Sarah Munson kissed his head and said your daddy’s my soulmate, baby. It’s gonna be okay.

And then because he was a little shit who routinely broke his mom’s heart, he tore himself out of her arms and yelled if you loved me he wouldn’t be your soulmate, which didn’t even make sense to himself at any point, he’d just been hopping mad with nowhere to put it except a woman who had only ever done her best to love him. 

He didn’t blame her at all when he got sent to live with Wayne, pretty soon after that. Not, like, the next morning or even the next month, but close enough that when he got told he was going, it all sort of made sense in his eight-year-old mind. It all connected.

When his fourteenth birthday came and went without the heavy hand of destiny landing on his wrist, he’d slowly started to relax. He’d gotten all wound up worrying about it, the whole year he was twelve, concocting increasingly elaborate scenarios in his mind: a popular girl who would sneer resentfully at him for the rest of their lives, or maybe some bizarro girl version of Eddie who would hate him even more.

Sometimes, guiltily, he’d wondered what would happen if it wasn’t a girl’s name at all. He’d never even heard of anything like that happening, but he’d been starting to get the feeling that if there was ever going to be a freak of nature like that, it just might be him. 

As much as the thought of getting chained to a girl for life was starting to make him feel like running and hiding and clawing off all his skin, the thought of getting a name that wasn’t a girl’s name—that would be so much worse. Sure, he couldn’t picture any girl who’d be pleased to have his name on her, but some guy who had to bear Eddie’s chicken-scratch scrawled across his wrist like the mark of Cain? He’s pretty sure people have gotten put in the ground for less. The week before he turned thirteen, he had three nightmares in a row about it. 

Maybe it should’ve been some kind of relief to see SANDY FOWLER, who could be a girl but honestly probably wasn’t, someone he hadn't even ever met and couldn’t guess anything about. A reprieve from having to know for sure either way: as close to a blank canvas as anyone like him could get. A million-to-one shot. Instead, he'd just felt the fear in his gut curdle and turn to a cold kind of fury.

Fuck this, he’d thought, and reached for the beat-up Bic on his bedside table.

———

People get real weird about it, especially once he gets it covered up all the way instead of just stabbing ink into his skin any which way, driven by nauseous determination to fuck it up any way he could. 

When Wayne had come home that day and seen Eddie on the bathroom floor, covered in blood and ink and the snotty tears he couldn’t hold back after a while, he'd yelled at Eddie for the first time in Eddie’s life. 

He hadn't kicked Eddie out afterwards, though Eddie’d still slept with his backpack tucked under his bed for weeks, just in case. Instead, Wayne had asked around awkwardly, and one of his old trucking buddies had known a guy called Frank out in Ohio who ran a side business for desperate folks. 

Frank had made some kind of face when he saw what Eddie had done; nodded at Wayne and said, "You did good bringing him here."

Wayne had just nodded back in that taciturn way he got around strangers sometimes, and helped Eddie up into the chair. 

He'd gone back one more time when he was eighteen, just to get it patched up and smoothed out again. Frank hadn't recognized him at first with his fresh new metalhead look and the way he'd been shooting up like a weed. They'd joked about covering his whole arm eventually, and Eddie thought maybe it wouldn't even be a joke in another few years. He's not in a rush. He feels a kind of vicious, candy-sweet relief when he looks at his arm now, so everything else is just a bonus. 

But yeah, people do get real weird about it. He’s pretty sure some of them think he never had any kind of name under there, that he’s just a poser who wants to act all badass like he’s rejecting something he never had, but the joke’s on them because Eddie really fucking wishes that were the case. The ones who do think he has a name probably think it’s covered in Sharpie or something, like Eddie gets up early every single morning to reapply the felt-tip for shock value. 

It’s not a huge shock when Steve Harrington gets a little squeamish about the whole thing. It’s maybe a little surprising that Steve hasn’t heard the rumors about it already, but he guesses they’ve moved in pretty different circles. 

Every time they’re in the same room now, Eddie’s got a mental timer ticking away until Steve’s eyes drop down to his wrist. He’s pretty sure Steve doesn’t even know it’s happening, most of the time. 

Of course he knows about the Nancy Wheeler thing. Everyone fucking knows about the Nancy Wheeler thing. Steve hadn’t been shy about it at any point; it’s not all that common to meet your soulmate real young, so it had been pretty big news in the halls of Hawkins High. It was bigger news when Wheeler dumped him very publicly and, it seemed, very permanently. 

Eddie hadn’t cared so much until that point. Sure, it was a little unusual, but who gave a rat’s ass? You could see that kind of thing in any insipidly brainless rom-com you liked. The break-up, though. He’d never have guessed that Wheeler had the big brass balls to pull that kind of thing. And shacking up with creepy weirdo Jonathan Byers like that—there had to be some real juicy story there. He’d even heard some of the adults around Hawkins talking about it, like it was actual news or something. 

The whole thing makes a lot more sense when Nancy finally gets around to telling him about it. He’s kind of a captive audience at first, just blearily nodding along as she perches on the chair by his hospital bed and nervously, haltingly fills the silence when he’s too hazy to contribute much to the conversation. 

She ends up telling him a lot of stuff that he’s not a hundred percent sure she meant to say, or at least he’s not a hundred percent sure she meant to say it to someone who’d actually hear her.

“I liked him,” she says. “I did. I’m positive. I wasn’t being forced into it, or anything like that. I liked him so much. I wasn’t…I wasn’t lying when I said I loved him.”

Eddie’s only mostly awake at that point, but he sees her press the heel of her palm into her eyes and take a deep breath. “I wasn’t lying. Not on purpose. God, I don’t know. Maybe I was lying. I didn’t think I was when I said it, anyway, and that’s—that must count for something, right?” 

She laughs a little. “You’re not even awake, and I’m having a complete breakdown at you.”

With a truly herculean effort, Eddie rouses himself to make some kind of acknowledging noise. 

She flinches a little in her chair, so she really must’ve thought he was out. “Oh! Eddie, um—are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

“S’okay,” he manages. “You can—keep talking. If you want.”

Nancy pauses and looks at him, pursing her mouth in that prissy, thoughtful way. “Okay,” she says at last. “I will.”

#not!soulmates au #hey it's been a while! turns out I'm making a transatlantic move so my life's been a little chaotic #and hey looks like I missed the anniversary of this blog. I've been here for a whole year that's wild. #but here's some more of whatever this is #I put SO much effort into finding a reasonably contemporary name that could semi-plausibly be unisex #I also wasn't quite sure I ever wanted to pick a name for Eddie's wrist bc the whole point is that it doesn't matter! #ultimately though it felt like it was building up an unnecessarily mysterious vibe. idk. #anyway my favourite writing game is 'show that the POV character is fucked up in ways they do not understand or acknowledge'

[ventiswampwater]

current location now that my fixation on this goofy movie is ramping up again:

#I joked about this in the tags of that gifset I made but I needed 2 make it a reality #smthn about autumn!!! just smthn about it!!! #it's coming up on the one year anniversary of me makin this blog & posting my first hell fic #*takes in a deep inhale of breath* aaaaaaaaa it smells like sludge and garbage can swill in here. god did I miss home hsdfjhfdjshfsdj #sam speaks

[dastardlydaemon]

i just realised this blog is a year old already

#ooc / mems. #so happy anniversary daemon's blog ^^ #and i missed the actual date lol #by a few days #it was the 15th of the march last year when i first came onto the rp fandom #and i haven't looked back since :> #thank you to all the peeps who have interacted with us during this time #appreciate all of you <3

[croissantatwaitrose]

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog, so to celebrate, for the first time in AGES… HERE’S A FIC!

Nothin too special or original.. just some giant!slime happening to find a tiny!quackity and uh… yeah y’all know the drill ☺️

C/Ws: vore, sorta fearplay, mouthplay blah blah blah all of that

Great. Just fantastic. Of course he managed to piss off all the wrong people, and get himself shrunk down. Quackity sighed. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened, and knowing his luck? It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. He hoped, even with his shit luck, that he wouldn’t run into any of the wrong people, ones he’d pissed off or not. In fact, he had just decided that he did not want to see anybody until he had returned to his normal height, which was convenient timing to hear that familiar enthusiastic voice behind him.

“Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas! …you are Quackity from Las Nevadas, right?” The one time he did not want to see Slime. Again. Just fantastic. Quackity turned around to see the goopy man kneeling down to get a good look at him.

“Oh good! I knew it was you!” Quackity did admire how, no matter the circumstances, Slime always had that bright sparkle of life in his eye, even behind glasses. It never faded away, and it was the one thing that made him look remotely human. Still, as much as he admired the good spirits the slime hybrid possessed, he’d have to crush them here and now.

The thing was, Quackity had, in the little time and privacy that he got, researched on Slime’s species after the last time he’d been shrunk, and Slime had been acting oddly around him. He’d found out that slime hybrids were prone to experiencing intense predatory instincts, especially towards those of smaller species. What that essentially meant was Slime could and would eat him then and there, mercilessly. Slime wouldn’t have any idea what he was doing either, and slime hybrids, when they spot a vulnerable prey, intentionally or not, could very easily persuade that prey into doing exactly what they want. He didn’t exactly fear Slime, but he knew he needed to stay away from him.

“Look, Slime. I need to be away from people until this stupid fucking potion wears off. No offence, but that still most definitely includes you, and I hate to say it ‘n all, but especially you.” Slime frowned, not really understanding.

“But… you need me to take you back to Las Nevadas, don’t you? I mean, it’d take ages for you to get anywhere at that height!”

There it was, Quackity noted. The subtle persuasion. And although he hated to say it, Slime was right. Where they were currently? Ages away from anywhere, and that problem would be quintupled for Quackity.

“I… suppose you’re right. Take me back with you then.” Quackity tried to ignore his own instincts screaming to run away as he climbed onto the slime hybrid’s hand. To his slight surprise though, Slime didn’t act upon any instinct he may or may not have been having either, and instead walked at a leisurely pace while babbling about god-knows-what.

Quackity took that as an opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts. Well, he was certainly having thoughts of jumping off Slime’s palm, but that would even more certainly break every bone in his body if he did so. So he ruled that possibility out. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get all the way back to Las Nevadas without being eaten - or better yet - until he was back to his normal height. Quackity didn’t want to just wait to see how things played out, but it was pretty much the only thing he could do.

He had been lost in his thoughts for so long that he hadn’t even noticed his slimy companion going silent. His walking had slowed a little, too.

“You okay-”

Slime quickly cut him off.

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have someone inside of you, Quackity?” No use of full name. Definitely suspicious. He scoffed nervously.

“Depends uh… what type you mean.”

“I think you know exactly what I mean.”

There was a long pause.

“I suppose not.. not really. No.”

“I think about it a lot, Quackity.” His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Was there a point in asking me this?”

Slime suddenly tightened and readjusted his grip, holding Quackity tightly in his fist. The duck man had the air knocked out of him, now he could barely breathe at all.

“S-slime please let me go- you have no idea what you’re doing!”

“Sure. I can let you go.”

Slime held Quackity over his mouth. It was then that the winged man noticed that the slime hybrid was drooling. Panic swept over him in that moment. How long had he been suppressing this??

“Oh shit- not like that!” Quackity yelled out, but it was already too late. Slime had already dropped him in his mouth. And it was a lot more… wet than he had expected - but then again - he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.

He didn’t have time to ask himself that, though, as the even wetter tongue immediately assaulted him: spinning him around, licking him all over, pinning him to the roof of his mouth - Slime was clearly enjoying himself. The loud rumbling of the slime hybrid’s stomach made him even more nervous. He couldn’t taste that good… could he?

Things were going quite fast though. Before he knew it, he was being swallowed to the growling depths below. He tried to squirm frantically, but it made no difference, other than making Slime purr. Was Slime walking now? Maybe. Quackity couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of there. He didn’t even know how safe he was, but based off of the situation at hand, he assumed that he wasn’t safe at all.

He chose to fight back rather than wait to find out. He shoved at a stomach wall, but all that happened was his hand going into the stomach wall. Quackity hadn’t even considered that was possible. He would’ve thought that was cool, if it weren’t for the fact he was incredibly scared for his life.

What wasn’t cool was that he could feel Slime patting at him. The fuck? Did he really have to rub it in (punintended 😛)?

So he was trapped in here and he couldn’t struggle? Fantastic.

~~~woo timeskip of 2 hours my bestie~~~

After what seemed like decades later, the walking stopped, then a slight gravity shift occurred. Quackity hadn’t even noticed or cared, he was just so bored of being trapped in this little space. Around ten minutes passed with nothing happening. Then, a hand plunged into Slime’s stomach, and poked around until it found the duck man. This, Quackity did notice. The hand grabbed him, and it was then that Quackity realised it wasn’t a hand at all, but a paw. A fox paw. Fundy had come to save him? How did he even know Quackity was there?

Fundy not-so-gently yanked Quackity out of there. Fundy’s paw and the whole of the duck man were coated in green slime. He patted Fundy’s paw as a non-verbal thanks, before looking around for Slime. He was asleep on a chair. Bastard.

(We are NOT going to talk about how I didn’t proofread this… okay)

#croissant’s writings #tw vore #tiny!quackity #giant!slime #giant!slimecicle #IM BACKKKKKK #DID Y’ALL MISS ME? #also something not pred Wilbur for once?? incredible for me #I do love pred slime too tho.. so.. #FUN STUFFS #giant!fundy #ig??? #1 year anniversary #tumblr milestone #tumblr 1 year anniversary #blog birthday #WOOOOO #WHAT A YEAR OF THIS BLOG IT HAS BEEN #dsmp g/t #dsmp vore #dsmp vore quackity #dsmp vore slime

[steddieficfind]

Welcome mod natalee!!

Natalee has already been a big help here so please give her some love!

Posting should now be more consistent! Anything is better than me letting asks collect dust for a week haha.

But seriously thank you everyone for being so kind and patient this past year while I've been running this blog by myself. I know I don't engage with all of the non-request messages I get, but please know I really do appreciate them. The Steddie fandom is genuinely one of my favorite fandoms I've been in, you're all very kind.

#mod andrew #not a request #also i missed the year anniversary of this blog 🥴 #i really do love college but dude WHERE did my free time GO

[the-galactic-hunters]

((Tempting to post rp art [aka what been happen to Hunters outside of the blog] on this blog and give y’all 0 context-))

#ooc #((it would be funny)) #((but also me want to give y’all something since I miss their one year anniversary of the blog🥲))

[quaranmine]

LSDFJSLKJFSFJ thanks

#i've had my work brain on too much #cause prince said 'wow thats the age of a 4 year old child' in discord #and my FIRST thought was something along the lines of '4 year old children are an age group vulnerable to lead poisoning' #ITS AN INTERNET BLOG??? i need the weekend so bad #quara asks #for some reason i always miss my blog anniversary because i think it's on the 15th not the 12th

[braskide]

outofcharacter. happy 22nd final fantasy x anniversary!!!! ! !! !! please think about her today.

i will be revamping my guidelines and whatnot because i miss interacting with the dashboard and writing her — i have resumed writing yuna over discord with friends lately so i wanted to go look for my old mutuals, so if i found you and you’re reading this don’t forget you’re here forever.

apropos of what i just mentioned i also want to reach out with new muses, thank you for being here!! ! you can [ like ] this post and i’ll come drop her in your askbox.

#outofcharacter. #if they aren't planning a remake for the 25th year anniversary .. ... #anyways ; #seeing that i established this blog in 2013 in my old guidelines gave me a headache.. . . #what do you mean i've been in this hell for 10 years . h u h #i miss my old mutuals ! !!!! #but i'm so thankful i'm following all these new writers too !! !! #i need to make my dashboard look more alive again cause . .. #all the ones i interacted with are inactive / moved blogs.. . #if you see this and you moved blogs pl ea t he let me know.. . #anyways again !!! !! thank you for being here while i was inactive !! !!!! #i miss my wife !! ! perceive her !!! !! #i will go and drop richard siken poetry lines in your muses' askbox don't even try me. #edit ; #i recognize tunglr rp has changed a lot over the years i've been away so i will try to adjust and make mobile friendly guidelines ! #& whatnot necessary for interacting more 🌸 #just bear with me while i figure it all out again .. . ...

[urmomsfavelesbian]

anywayzzzz happy one year anniversary(ish) (it was actually yesterday) to this blog it changed my life and furthered my brainrot beyond comprehension 💛

#it was a different blog that i changed so it’s not The Blog’s one year anniversary but it’s urmomsfavelesbian’s anniversary #i sent my first dayaask* to dayabot a year ago today so that’s when i really started Participating #*it was a boscoask actually #but i technically Started this blog on may 30th #so. happy birthdaya #i want willows in my inbox for my birthday hehe 🤗 #i miss The Daya Summer Of ‘22 now and forever 🫡🫡🫡

[notnorth]

One.

You were the one person who just got it, got me, got us.

One year on from a part of me dying with you.

One year older than you, I now find myself,

One last moment I wish I could’ve had.

‘One day we’ll meet for those bottles of wine’,

One last conversation we never realised we had,

One final ‘I love u’ and mutual understanding,

One last breath.. Yet I thought it would have been mine.

One.

You were the one.

The one that lived in sync with me.

Together, we were one whole.

From,

SCN.

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#bpd #eupd #scn #blog #mentalhealth #heartbreak #notnorth #poet #poetry #grief #death #one year anniversary #one year #I miss you #friend #I love u #wine #poets community #poetsofinstagram #poets corner #female poets #friendship #rip #rest in peace #heaven

[onefriendeveryday]

Daphne - 31/10/2023

The two hundred and seventieth friend. A pumpkin. She loves Halloween. She always decorates the house and gets into the spirit. She loves to prank her friends (and anyone else she gets a chance to play tricks on). They often find it a bit annoying, but they tolerate it for her. Some of her jokes are funny. She usually thinks she's scary. She always thinks her costumes are very frightening. She never is. Her costumes always look a little silly, but she's so happy that nobody has the heart to tell her.

#art #pumpkin #Halloween #jack 'o lantern #gourd #so... I've been gone quite a long time #that was a longer break than I intended to take #many things have happened but a lot of it was that this blog is a rather hard habit to get back into #I couldn't miss this blog's second anniversary though so I'm back #I've been drawing a pumpkin for Halloween each year #I think I've improved #this one feels better #the eyes are kind of off but I like the rest of it

[fyeahshelovesme]

I haven’t posted on here in almost a year because I’ve rarely been on tumblr on my desktop, but hello I still love you all.

#and i still think about this show just about daily #i think i missed my ten year anniversary of this blog by a few months but uh #happy ten years y'all

[frecklystars]

Ey dude! Happy freakin anniversary!!! I hope it's a good one!

AWWWW thank you so much!!! That means a lot to me!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I try to celebrate my main F/O anniversaries when I can, hehe. I didn't do much for Heatwave's anniversary since I was working, but I did imagine myself getting hugs from everyone, which was very nice <3 and my next upcoming anniversary is Megatron (August 10th) and I'm gonna have such a good time queueing all of my old art for him!!

#I think celebrating the anniversaries helps me get back into self shipping just a lil bit :) #your message made my day!!! thank you!!!!! #jadeitepandaproductions #asks #keepsake #i also missed one of my anniversaries #rid2015/saving starlight AU starscream is June. and i MISSED IT AUGH #im debating on celebrating that at the end of August #even if its a bit late. because idk I've NEVER gotten to celebrate it #and we've been together for 3 years and that AU means EVERYTHING to me #also it's my blog so if I want to annoy my followers with my fake anniversaries then so be it LOL #anyway your message is sooo sweet thank you so much!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

[incorrectsinnohquotes]

hi legends i vanished from this blog for 2 reasons i ran out of quotes and sinnoh content on tumblr was seriously unbearable for a hot minute but now that i have more options for quotes and the subway twins are falling back into obscurity now that people are obsessing with larry i exist here again

#not an incorrect quote #i missed this blog's 2 year anniversary a hate crime