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spyder31 · 11 months
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BLACKHILL DAYS
Natasha wiping/leaving lipstick stains on Maria. (Posted today or tomorrow.)
Waking up together with bed hair. (It will take up to 1-3 days after the first post.)
Watching the stars together. (It might be angst or comic like for what I want so there will be no specific date it will be posted on.)
Natasha carrying Maria. (This will be posted someday after the second post of BlackHill.)
Maria and Natasha sharing an umbrella together. (This will be after the third post with a few days in between.)
BARBIE AND KEN MEME. (???)
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squibblefall · 1 year
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Hello! long time no-see. I've been away for a bit, I think? Well as the year comes to a close I wanna say what at least right now my plans for next year are. I am kinda leaving Orlania to the side right now. I hit a point with it where I'm stuck and it's not really inspiring me to make anything. I've been hard at work on another world of fun critters though. A very cold planet full of geysers that power the steampunk-esque technology of the aliens who live there! These guys have gone down a major line of redesigns and whatnot but I feel the last image is what I've finally landed on. They're based on cephalopods, slugs, and a couple other specbio species I adore. I have no name for them currently and I will hopefully have more of them soon.
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taavisplushies · 10 months
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i have made the plushie blog !!!!!! @googyplushie :3 not much on it yet of course but yayayay yippee
thank you for telling me!! i followed it!!
i hope a lot of other people follow it too :3
i like how you make kandi for the plushies!!!! that’s such a cute idea!! your plushies look very fancy with all the kandi :D
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Here's another teaser for "How'd We End Up Like This?" Enjoy! 2nd chapter will be out soon!
You face Leon, him patiently watching you, and you rest your calloused hands on his chest, and begin softly scrubbing circles onto his battered skin. He looks at you with such softness in his eyes that you swear is gonna make you melt, even further when he lightly traces his fingers up and down your arms. You rest your forehead against his, expressing your affection in the deepest form of intimacy. With him you feel safe, and you never want him to let you go. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and is soon peppering every inch and detail of your face with kisses, and finally joining his lips with yours.
Taglist (Lemme know if any of y'all would like to be tagged!):
@so-mordor-itis
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kaarnalaiva · 11 months
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steponmesilco · 2 years
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HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS GOT ME TO 200 FOLLOWERS!!!!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING MY DERANGED, UNHINGED DILF LOVING ASS. YOU'RE ALL MY REAL BLORBOS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!
SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO I WILL BE TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS MILESTONE! SEND ME A REQUEST AS AN ASK FOR SOMETHING YOU'D LIKE TO SEE DRAWN AND I'LL TRY MY BEST TO GET IT DONE!
I basically only draw Silco but am more than willing to try drawing someone new if asked to. I'll gladly draw any OCs, silcoxoc/reader. You can specificy style if you want but full painting style will obvs take longer than sketches, but I'll gladly do full paintings. No full on n*dity or anything cause I don't have a Twitter or something to post the full image to. So it has to be Tumblr safe!
Thank you all so much! You're literally the food I save for last so I can savor it as much as possible ❤️❤️
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keenparadiseeagle · 9 months
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Hello everyone Keenparadiseeagle i am a 22 yr old female. I want to let everyone know that i have learning difficulty. So if you see a word not spelled correct or something im so sorry. So please don't try to bash me about my spelling or anything.
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em-fancomic · 2 years
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A bunch of little guys
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hargrcves · 10 months
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radiomanique · 1 year
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hello tumblr : open rants about grieving myself as a twitter user
i joined twitter in november 2019, around the same time i developed agency and autonomous thoughts. a girl from my school had suggested i try it out, and like everyone, i did not understand the concept; and like everyone, i came back to it a few weeks later, and it became an integral part of my life ever since.
i don’t exactly know whether twitter altered my brain chemistry, or if i had a brain chemistry that was initially compatible with twitter and pursued its own path to exhaustion. i have always been a very talkative person; my parents would plan an hour at the end of the day just to listen to me talk about my day in extensive detail. i never, ever, ever shut up. and that simultaneously must’ve been the reason why i joined twitter AND the reason i started writing : if i don’t have friends i can talk to my day in extensive detail about, i can tell the entire world.
i haven’t been able to leave twitter since i started. it wasn’t even that i tried : i defined myself by being a twitter user (by the way, how horribly hilarious to define yourself by being a “user” of something and insist it isn’t a drug). the one time i tried to leave, i came back after a month, not because i experienced withdrawal, but simply because i decided i didn’t like using instagram as my main social media. i told myself, and others, when they asked why i was so inintelligible : 
i am a twitter.
(twitter as in twitter account, or twitter as in ‘one who tweets’ ? i don’t know myself. i’d like to keep that ambiguity. i’ve been intertwined with the accounts i’ve had, my usernames have been enmeshed in me the same way a family name. “hi, i’m Cassandre, known as chi3ur on twitter.com, “oui chieur avec un trois” [originally in French])
i think it would be intellectually dishonest, though, to deny that twitter has changed the way i think. it has given a parasocial flavor to almost all my relationships, including ones with people i know in real life. it has made my humor and sometimes my everyday babbling absolutely incomprehensible to people who didn’t have “the reference”, but it made me feel like i was a part of something. it was an identity marker; something that as someone who has been excluded from most if not all large groups of people, i could brandish and say “look! look! i’m a real person too!”. 
i haven’t always had a good relationship with the people on twitter. i have been harassed, doxxed, threatened, i’ve had to leave my hometown for a few months because of how bad it got. yet, i never had an issue with the platform itself. it always found its way back to me, and i eventually managed to curate an experience that was so euphorizing to me.
as i am writing this, the “twitter ship” is currently sinking. like musicians on the titanic, my most prized followed accounts, and often friends, are providing this one last part of entertainment before the app/site completely shuts down. it is rumoured to give out during the night, and by tomorrow morning, i may wake up and find my tidbits of personal history from the past year or so has been wiped out from existence (yes, i did request an archive, i hope it isn’t too late to do so).
i saw it coming.
i read it in the early signs, like a religious person would try and predict the Apocalypse : i followed software updates as though i knew anything about programming, read stories of the employees upon employees fired, and once i started mourning this website, it got me thinking :
who am i if not a twitter ? 
my brain chemistry that i mentioned being compatible with twitter, moreso than the incessant rambling, was precisely that i felt compelled to share my every thought with the world. over the years, it got to a point where my first, jolt-like reaction, when i experienced a well-worded or articulate thought, was to tweet it. minor event happened during the day ? tweet it. overwhelming realization about who i am as a person ? tweet it. witty play on words, or, as i’d say, “banger”? tweet it. the muscle that required me to think was inextricably intertwined with the routine that went “open twitter, compose tweet, write down thought, tweet”.
over the past few days, i have been finding myself more and more reminiscent of who i was in my past lives, that is to say, any year prior to 2020. i listen to music from when i was in middle school. i dream about dating someone almost exactly like my first ever partner. but what scares me the most is that i’ve started to unravel the layers and layers of irony, sarcasm, rizz, memes, that i’ve coated myself and my feelings in to survive them. and now that all of this is tumbling (lol) down, i find that the thought to tweet instinct is, in fact, not that natural to who i am as a person. i find in me the child who spoke with an unnaturally elaborate language that i’d learnt in books, who used proper punctuation and prided myself on being able to carry long-winded reasonings.
is it that child that is sitting here today, in my very adult apartment that i rent with my very adult money earnt at my very adult job, typing for the first time in a long time a text that is longer than 240 characters ? 
i prided myself for so long in being able to kill my inner child. but i find with both ecstasy and horror that they are very much still alive, that the person i prided myself in inventing from scratch was actually an articulate jumble of pieces i picked from others and from myself, and now the headquarters of twitter are closing and my mask is falling off, the app is slowing down, and i am more and more cringe, but i know that this makes me feel good in a way that is much deeper than the surface-level personality i assembled the past three years, and if i need to know anything about myself, it is this :
i am not a twitter.
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So, I got into the Fandom and I absolutely love it here.
As far as I'm aware the people here are also really nice and I enjoy this Fandom because it feels really healthy so let's try to keep it that way.
In this account I will write some Wally x Reader (Headcanons or a short/long fic with one chapter, if I notice it needs more than 3 chapters I will move it to AO3) and I accept requests but NSFW IS NOT ALLOWED as the creator of Welcome Home doesn't feel comfortable with that.
Before making this account I went to look what would make the creator uncomfortable and even asked Reddit to be even more sure that I got things right.
The creator does not mind OC x Character and didn't say anything against Character x Reader (platonic or romantic) this mean that at least for now I can write about it but of course if the creator later share Online that they feel uncomfortable with x Reader or anything else that maybe I wrote (obviously generally speaking since I doubt they would actually see my account and of course I wouldn't send them stuff that I wrote both because they asked people not to do that as to not influence their decisions for the story and also because I would genuinely feel embarassed) I won't have any issues with deleting them as soon as I see that the creator said that.
While the NSFW is something that is not allowed here there will still be some sensitive topics warnings and other warnings of creepy/psychological stuff etc. so be careful and be sure to check for any warning before reading the story.
I also checked that and I think the creator said that it was also fine to do this as long as people properly warned others about how it might happen to find triggering or disturbing stuff.
Still even if I will do some sensitive topics and horror/psychological stories most of the Headcanons/Fanfictions are still going to be about the sweet and fluff or hurt/comfort side of the relationship (platonic or romantic) since I actually enjoy write that more despite I love dark and creepy stuff, for example small gesture to show how much you care for someone even if for someone else it might seem dumb or nothing special (example, if my partner share something I like to eat with me I would be happy with that, if they kiss me on the cheek or hand even if old style I would be happy with that, small and simple things like this to make it short) are the absolute best in my opinion and it's the sweetest thing ever.
It will make more sense once I actually start writing.
Also a last warning, this kinda have to do with myself and psychological stuff so if you don't feel comfortable with the argument you don't have to read.
I have ADHD.
As many of you are probably aware some people with ADHD gets easily distracted and that is something that sadly happens to me a lot, so please keep that in mind and not to worry if it takes a long time for something to come out.
I'll try my best to not take too long with whatever I'm writing but I think it's better to put a warning because even for something really short it could take me at least a month and I don't want to make people hope for something and then wait for who knows how long without a warning so I'll say it right now.
Depending on what I have to write and if I feel motivated enough I might write it fast enough but if not it might take a long time, there's no guaranteed so I'll say it right now.
Also I want to make clear that this Tumblr is exclusively for Non-binary and Male readers (Trans or Cis) since there aren't a lot of those.
In the future I might write for more characters as well but some of them might end up being only platonic depending on how I feel about them.
For example I prefer a bit more Frank and Eddie as a couple so they might not be someone I will write romantically with the Reader but I'm still not sure, that was just a example for now.
In the future I might also make some kind of "Ask Wally" where I pretend to be the character but remember that it's obviously not Canon and if I will do it it's just for fun and it's just another way to share some Headcanons.
If anyone have any question feel free to ask, please remember to be respectful.
Requests are open.
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fouralignments · 2 years
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Peter: I’ve never forgotten the feeling Or the touch of your love. (This may be later in the story)
En Sabah Nur: You’ve always been my son. I want you to be free as the winds that have brought you to me.
Sabah Nur count. : The heritage, your birthright that your father cruelly denies you. You need not define yourself by them. You come from an older legacy, a time when man hadn’t lost its way, a time when mutants need not hide but treated as gods of land, water, sky; that took heaven’s crown of righteous fury of valiant warriors who took the blood of false pharaohs and kings who disgraced the lands and people
Renew their feats and stood smiling upon you to take up their mantle. now runs through your veins. My blood flows freely through you just like Nile renewing you. Your part of my legacy
You need not look to the past, but to the future not yet come to rebuild what was stolen, suppressed and exploited from us.
That theses mutant leaders fail to do a reckoning and cleansing to make the world new again; to not return the earth as it once was.
The secrets of your blood lay with me.
Thundering through as did the former mutants of your blood.
Erik and Charles abandon you, need not want you, caring only about themselves
You were abandoned by Erik without explanation and yet he abandons you again. Leaving you alone in this world. But I am here now for you my child to guide you and to want you as any father with a sense of pride would. And when I look upon you I see the joy and light of the sun captured in your soul and mystery of the sliver of the moon in which you hide your true self; I yearn to learn more. I want to listen to those innermost songs in the depths of your eyes.
All that I ask of you. All that I need from you. Is that you give yourself fully to me. And never will you know pain or hurt from those who wish to be called father from you. What I offer is love of the truest kind. Unlike others who use you and disregard you, treat you like a lower being and not a fully realized being worthy of sharing their mutual soul. I am the father of all mutantkind. I am your true father.
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writing-shroom · 10 months
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hi hi :D
i just had a question, do you still write for kny? not requests (bc i saw that you didnt accept any) so this is just a genuine question!!
its normal for ppl to lose interest so i was wondering !
hello anon!
I'm on the fence on writing in general, not just for kny. there are so many fandoms I would love to write for but life's getting busy and I burnt myself alot when I was still writing so I'm taking it easy. I have so many requests from newer or old anons so I really want to write them! just haven't found the time and passion to do it yet.
Thank you for the genuine question! that's very sweet of you, please don't feel shy to hop in any time you want :D
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valentinesfrog · 1 year
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Misirlou (Completed)
 “Tell me what you did, Olivia.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Ask me for a lawyer.”
“What?”
“Invoke your right to an attorney.”
“Alex—”
“Say it.”
Alex was still stalking closer to Olivia, who unthinkingly began to back herself against the counter. “I’m invoking my right to an attorney.”
“You can’t have one.” Alex was in her space now, Olivia completely pressed against the counter. She watched the detective slowly place the knife down behind her. “There. Legally inadmissible.” Alex tugged at the collar of Olivia’s shirt where it had gotten slightly bent, smoothing it down. “Now tell me what you did.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“If shit hits the fan, we could always just get married. Spousal privilege.”
“Haven’t you had enough of engagements for the time being?”
Read the fic here!
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hisgoodpuppy · 2 years
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i don’t know how this happened. i’ve been on & off this tumblr of mine for a little over a year now. i haven’t done most of the things i said i’d do. i’ve let my drafts gather to an obscene number. i’ve held onto inbox messages that i’m not ready to let go off. but you all are still here. you all still want to give me your time.
for this, i am thankful. thank you thank you everyone. i can’t make any promises, but i can say i will continue to do my best. not just as a creator, but also as a supporter. i’ll try to read, reblog, & comment as much as i can, while i can. you are all the reason i’m here anyways. i wouldn’t have stuck around if it wasn’t for all your beautiful brains.
thank you for seeing me. thank you for being here.
& to my loving moots, i hold you dear & i’m so lucky to have had met you. please know even though i lurk around a lot, my inbox & dm’s are always open to you. ♡
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kiestrokes · 23 days
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still technically offline but tumblr staff let me know I should have access to my inbox again, so I came to check. if you see me blocking/unblocking you that would be user error. apparently hitting the red "x" next to a notification does that. and I was not paying attention. sorry to anyone who got yeeted 🫥
p.s. the inbox was broken due to someone or thing offering to be my sugar daddy. the staff tried to remove it (I did actually see it/sent a screen shot to @chans-room for a laugh before it vanished on my end) and thus broke my whole inbox for the last couple of months.
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