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velnna · 10 months
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Greetings everyone this is the PSA that now you can get the first chapter of my latest comic in PDF form 🎉 more details below 🔽🔽🔽
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The comic itself is a fantasy coming-of-age type story that started off as me and a friend just rambling about D&D character backstories. It's now neither D&D nor a backstory and we're having a blast
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It's all very loose and sketchy and we're working on it chapter-by-chapter at whatever pace we can. I post the full thing in advance + sneak peeks and random stuff on Patreon a lot. Also 99% of the new stuff you see on twitter etc (bug guy too) relates to it
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LINK TO CHAPTERS (updated as I go)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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nando161mando · 7 months
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The white nationalist group, the Asatru Folk Assembly, is holding a blot on October 28th at Stonehenge. Many people don't realize that this is a white nationalist group. Sign the petition and help stop them from using this community monument.
@antifainternational @anarchistmemecollective @kropotkindersurprise @radicalgraff
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jhuzen · 1 year
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I hate that tumblr has turned me into a Dottore simp...
But now I can't stop thinking about Dottore with a boyfriend with ADHD. Would he make notes?? I also think it would be extra hilarious if the reader was his lab assistant, like-
Dottore: How the hell did you get this done so quickly??
Reader: I haven't eaten, drank or moved from my desk for the last 12 hours.
-Morax
to worry a physician [m.reader]
morax anon and i are so in sync in the simping game, it’s beautiful. this is why ily. this was hilarious to write LMAO. so here’s another quickie for you. also don’t imitate dottore’s methods, he’s a lil unhinged 😔
𖦹 slightly suggestive in the end (again do not imitate dottore’s methods), a brief use of dottore’s real name
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“H-Hey now… let’s not… jump to certain actions that we might soon regret…”
The cold metal was difficult against your back, you felt like a slab of meat hurled on some form of metal chopping board. You tried to get up but your beloved was quick to push you back down.
You winced as the buckles tightened around your body.
“You know how much I despise hypocrites, [Name].”
Suffice to say, it was a miracle that you were the last man standing amongst the myriad of assistants that the infamous second harbinger have been given. He went through all of them like a child digging into sweets ferociously, sometimes even quite viciously tearing them all apart limb from limb.
And yet somehow, you were the odd one out. You somehow managed to even keep up with the asinine nonsense that Dottore prattles on and on, writing down notes that you can barely organize either because your master is already jumping on the next topic, that or simply because there are tendencies of you forgetting to do them.
But even that didn’t trip you up. Because by a shot of luck, the harbinger found himself curling into your presence and starting to appreciate your efforts to a certain degree. He’s merciless, but he’s grown lenient on days where you are completely restless. Dottore may be cruel but he’s not a hypocrite.
Perhaps it is why you’re proudly wearing the title as Dottore’s far more favored being than the rest — his dearest beloved, a promised love that Dottore could never bother to share with others. He was possessive, that’s for sure, and he will keep you away from anything and anyone, even from the many segments of himself. It was hilariously pathetic, it’s like seeing a cat get so terribly territorial — only that it’s the very same cat that can lobotomize you in a split second if you so much as screw up any of his work.
However, it was as if it was innately built in you to catch up with him. It’s why Dottore finds you so interesting and remotely entertaining — the fact that you can barely make an organized effort on certain things, but when it comes to him, you’re all ears and can fulfill just about any task he has given you. Truly, you are his pride and joy and there can be no one in this world that can even refute that in the slightest.
But even Dottore can be extreme in his expression of affection, often toeing the threshold between something wholesome and adorable to something completely insane.
And aren’t you just the klutz, making the poor doctor worry.
You knocked on the door before entering — Dottore already told you to come in regardless, considering that you’re the only he has given his permission to do so. But still, you were his assistant, and even as his boyfriend, you still held a high degree of respect to the man (lest you barge in on him on his bad day and end up becoming a lab rat).
“I got what you asked for.”
Tearing himself away from his work, the doctor turned to you, half of his brain still very much attuned to the poor monstrosity of a cadaver that he just recently hacked away and toyed with, “What did I ask for?”
“Uhh… well, financial expense report for your Balladeer project in Sumeru, some relevant literatures for your current… cadaver endeavors, the new assignments that you got from the Jester that you somehow managed to push on me, the letter from Sumeru’s grand sage that you kept on whining about, and some samples that you asked from some poor unfortunate soul out there.”
Dottore’s eyes narrowed as he retained all the errands you’ve listed. Only for him to turn to you, a look of complete skepticism plastered on his temporarily unmasked face, “…That’s everything that I asked you to do.”
You slowly nodded, “…Yes? Is… something wrong with that?”
“I have made precise calculations of the average arrival of every single thing that I asked from you. A good half of them would have taken you a few weeks at most.”
“…Yes, well aware of that.”
You suddenly felt your poor tie getting yanked down as you came face-to-face with your normally unhinged lover, “Are you slacking on me? Are you cutting corners? You know I have no tolerance for such things.”
“Wait, dear— my tie.”
“I believe that head of yours should be the focus of your concerns, dear.”
At this point, resistance was futile, so you merely gave in with a sigh, carefully placing the basket filled with every single thing that he asked for. Dottore gave a side glance at your submissions, almost taken aback by the mountainous height of the papers you’ve stacked.
Still, while he may be lenient on you on certain things, he knows and expects that you above all are aware of the fact that he highly prioritizes his work. He still has to keep you in line after all if you’re starting to slag on your duties as his assistant.
“This is suspiciously early. It’s only been four days since these assignments. What did you do?”
You laughed a little, “You know I would never jeopardize your work, Zandik. I’d rather be six-feet under than even consider that in the first place.” The way his red eyes glowered, was enough to make you feel small, “…I… swear it…”
“Talk.”
“I only had to cut out a few unnecessary things on my schedule so I can focus on my tasks… like… sleep or… meals. Just… a couple, I promise.”
That wasn’t true. It wasn’t a deliberate cutting out. It’s only that you’ve fixated on your work and that you were always itching to be on the move that you completely lost track of your time and ultimately screwed with your time frame in eating and sleeping. You barely ate and barely slept and your stack of work was the testament of that.
What. Dottore blinked slowly as his brain processed the information you so very generously dropped on him. You, in your efforts of focusing on your tasks… had managed to cut off the only very reason why you’re even alive in the first place. The most necessary part of your day, which now somehow was deemed as otherwise, was cut out of your schedule just to do his work.
Dottore has discreetly admired your dedication as his assistant, and quite frankly that was the reason why you’re still alive and still sleeps in the same bed as he does every single night. But something about the fact that you’ve neglected yourself just for his work was enough to irk the ruthless doctor.
The loosening grip on your tie tightened into a vice and before you knew it, your back was met with the cold hard surface of an empty operating table — it wasn’t even one of those that bend and are cushioned for comfort, it was where he often placed his experiments in.
“Wait, wh—” you quickly swallowed your complaint the moment you saw his eyes glinting dangerously down at you.
“I need to pry your brain open.”
You almost choked on air as you heard your lovers words, you immediately propped yourself up by your elbows, “What do you mean pry my brain open?!”
“I mean cracking that thick skull of yours to see whether or not something went wrong in your wiring,” Dottore’s movements were swift as he climbed up to the table, straddling your hips as he reached for the belt buckles attached at the side of the this cold metal slab.
“H-Hey now… let’s not… jump to certain actions that we might soon regret…”
And now here you are, at a complete stalemate with your beloved boyfriend, with you completely under his mercy. You were tied down and those leather straps were not at all helping you in making your grand escape. Not to mention, you can’t exactly just shove off your boyfriend.
“Not eating or sleeping for days just to complete your work would have been admirable had it not been for the fact that you need it.” Dottore sighed, reaching out a gloved hand to cup your face, squishing your cheeks together, “And here I thought you were slacking on your work… only to find something far worse.” The grip on your cheeks tightened.
You only shot him a pleading look, absolutely trying not to get your brain picked on. Your beloved had finally granted your reddening cheeks some mercy as he let go of it, “It’s not exactly something I can help, y’know? It just comes onto me naturally.”
“You not eating or even barely sleeping for the next four days is natural?” The harbinger was perplexed to say the least. “Would you like me to repeat that again so you can hear just how utterly asinine your words are?”
Huffing, you turned your cheek to the other direction, only to be faced by a dismembered head and immediately looked back at your lover, “I just wanted to make sure you have no hassle in the long run. And like I said, I don’t mind it.”
“I, however, mind the fact that if you keep this up, I might be looking for a potential replacement in just a few days once you kick the bucket.” He huffed back at you, “I hate inconveniences.” His scowl was deep and showed complete frustration towards you and your actions.
And for a quick second, your sleep and nutrient deprived mind had finally stopped to take in as you realized that this was Dottore’s odd way of showing concern. He met your gaze, and with the way your eyes tendered as the realization sank into you, he was far too late.
“Aww, pumpkin… you were worried—?”
“Perish the thought. Absolute lunacy. Whatever. Have it your way — I’ll indulge myself this time.”
“Indulge your… H-Hey! Where are you touching?!”
Dottore’s smile was wicked and devious as his hands traveled somewhere far south, copping a quick feel, “By my initial diagnosis, it seems as though you’ve been experiencing bouts of hyperactivity to the point of neglect at your food intake as well as the much needed rest. Why don’t I sort this out? As your personal physician, I suggest we do something about that before assigning your prescribed medications, no?”
Fret not, he made good on his promise — and fed you before tucking you in bed… but not after feeding him yourself.
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bhaalism · 1 month
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addressing the situation between @fangswbenefits and I
as most of you may know I originally made this post back in February and we have been in talks nearly all day today regarding the conflict after that post began making rounds again today.
I just want to begin by saying the level of harassment that's come from this has been beyond difficult to handle, there is no need to engage in nearly two months of poor behavior. I would expect better from a fandom composed largely of adults, but I know it's unrealistic to hold any expectations that anyone would apologize for their part in it. I simply want it to be known that it's been something that's hurt me pretty badly and has even had an effect on people who were not directly involved which is even more hurtful.
To her credit, Ruby did reach out to me and apologize privately. As I said, we've spoken at length today and she did agree to add an updated author's note to her work discussing the similarities that were initially brought to attention and linked my work, which is an appreciated gesture.
I also want to say there is no need for harassment or discourse going forward, not towards either of us.
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sn0id · 8 months
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In honor of Spooky Season, this is yet another PSA that McKamey Manor is a scam and a cult. The so-called "scariest haunted house in America" is not a haunted house, it is a janky yard to which the sadistic creep known as Russ McKamey lures victims with the potential of a cash prize, assaults these people to the point of hospitalization and disability, and will do anything to ensure he never has to pay the prize money.
Do check out the youtube channel Reckless Ben, where they are currently in the process of exposing this scam. They are far from the first to try, but have gotten close enough that they are currently being sued by Russ. Unfortunately, shady business has youtube suppressing this content so it hasn't blown up as it should have. I won't go into specifics here because there's too much history, but it is a wild ride and an issue that is in desperate need of more recognition. So please look this up and reblog. Whether you're in it for the entertainment or because it's an important cause that's way overdue, I really don't care, the word just needs to get out.
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lilcowzia · 11 months
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20 piece mcnugget is only a dollar more than a 10 piece so tbh it just makes economical sense to go for the bigger one
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dragonheartstring360 · 7 months
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Just a psa for fic writers who use the “trauma bond” tag, please make sure you’re using it correctly. A trauma bond is not two people who experience similar trauma and bond over it. It’s a carefully curated, manipulative bond between abuser and victim to keep the victim coming back because of the addictive highs and lows that come with abuse.
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If you want to tag two characters bonding over shared trauma, a good substitute tag would be “bonding over shared trauma.” Trauma bonding is, by definition, an abusive relationship and may steer people who have experienced it away from your fic. Please spread the word and happy writing!
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vivalski · 1 year
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Begging people to not tag my art as NS/FW. It's not my fault you get flustered at some pasionate kiss or a shirtless guy like some old victorian lady. All you're doing is telling Tumblr to flag my art as mature and hide it.
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imagine-creative · 6 months
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Hey Y'all!
I changed my Tumblr handle so people could find me easier from my TikTok :) but it's still me! my art water mark will change to this handle bar but all art prior is still valid :) Love y'all! have a great day!
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kwyw · 8 months
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PSA: There’s a Tily truther with a gigantic thread on twitter that some gaylors are falling for, where she says things like the Man music video, Forever Is The Sweetest Con playlist and Lavender Haze music video were all released on Lily’s birthday (January 27th).
Just flat out gaslighting gaylors, all to erase Karlie. Please, please, do your research before blindly believing people because you WANT it to be true.
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And while we’re on the subject, they’re also trying to erase the VS angel ring, claiming Lily gave it to her, when she didn’t even get one, because she wasn’t an official Victoria’s Secret Angel. Very few were, including Karlie. Here’s the first time Taylor wore the ring. WITH KARLIE.
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eyesxxyou · 1 month
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No longer writing fem reader unless it's trans mtf fem reader, just as a heads up. Have a nice day!!!
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pridoo · 4 months
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btw you don't need to ask my permission if you want to write a fic about/inspired by my art! ❤️ you can just do it (and link it to me or rb in my post if you want to) because no matter what you think about your writing skills I'm probably going to be like this
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nando161mando · 7 months
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"PROTEST: BOOT TRANSPHOBIA, Channel 7 HQ, 160 Harbour Esplanade Docklands, 5:30PM, Friday, 15th September. Share widely!" Australia
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@antifainternational @kropotkindersurprise @radicalgraff
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kiestrokes · 9 days
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Important Updates: Officially as of 4/10/2024 I am currently not online; Tumblr, Discord or Instagram. As previously shared, I started a new medication last month and my body has had a horrible reaction to it. The doctors are unsure when the symptoms will go away. Tentatively I will be back once my brain has returned.
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themotherofhorses · 8 months
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I have gotten several anons asking when will I update “his handmaid’s tales” or “last of her house no more”. It warmed my heart to hear that some still wish to read my silly fanfics, and I immediately began working on this dragonstone wedding scene between Aemond and his princess in LOHHNM (that would ofc then lead to smut, now that I have somewhat confidence in writing it :)) )
I was 2k words into this chapter when I received a message from someone in my inbox. Now, I do not know who this person might be, as they sent it anonymously.
But it was long, basically listing their growing frustrations with me; they had said that it was such a pity LOHHNM and His Handmaid’s Tales were my creations, and not someone else’s, because they could trust that other fanfic writer to update. In their words, “They could do what I clearly couldn’t.” I have also become one of their least favorite writers in the fandom, and they were severely disappointed in my lack of enthusiasm and presence. They finished by saying that they will be unfollowing and blocking me.
If this had happened a few weeks ago, I would’ve felt bad, and I would’ve apologized.
But I will not. Not this time.
I am human. I’m not a damn fanfiction-generating machine that can write and publish fanfic updates on a weekly schedule. I have a life outside of Tumblr, and sometimes (mostly during these most recent times) that keeps me incredibly busy.
My life — including my mental and physical health, family, friends, academics — comes first.
So I write when I can, and I write when I feel like it.
Telling me you wished that all my major fanfic series were the work of another writer because you have “more faith in them” will not actually inspire/motivate me to write more. All it does is make me sit at my laptop and think, “Well shit. What the hell am I doing then?”
So now I need two to five business days to settle all my shit lmao and go back to that word doc.
But I do want to end this on a rather positive note, so to all my beloved followers that continue to support me and my writing, I absolutely adore you. I cannot thank you enough, from the bottom of both my heart and soul, for sticking around and providing me with love and support and inspiration.
I love you all very much. mwuah. 💋
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steddie-on · 2 years
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DVDs in the 80s
Dear people writing Stranger Things fanfiction,
First of all: Go you! You're writing! That's amazing! Keep! It! Up!
Secondly: I don't give a shit about research. I hardly do any myself, except when it comes to important things. And when it comes to writing in the past, it often becomes important because we don't always realize how old/young certain things are.
Which brings me to point 3:
DVDs are not as old as you think they are.
Steve and Robin at Family Video? They don't rent out DVDs. They rent out video tapes. VHS. The first movies on DVD came out in 1997.
That's a whole ass 11 years after 1986.
In 2003, DVDs rentals surpassed VHS rentals for the first time.
I literally saw a tag say the timeline was ambiguous because they 'use Instagram but also own DVDs'. Sure, it's ambiguous in the sense that it could be anywhere between 2010 and today, but they clearly meant a much larger time frame than that, because according to what is apparently the popular belief, DVDs are no longer a Thing.
I can promise you that they are very much still a thing.
Netflix started streaming in 2007 (which is the same year VHS went out of production, coincidentally); that gives 3 years before Instagram in which apparently according to some DVDs were replaced. Netflix still sends out DVDs to this day in some places. DVDs are very much alive, and it's incredibly jarring to either see DVDs in fics over a decade too early, or to see them dismissed as no longer a thing (though the former is the absolute worst).
Imagine seeing a character use TikTok in a fic that's clearly not set in modern times, how jarring that would be.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
TLDR: DVDs were not a thing in the 80s, and not popular until early 2000s.
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