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It's you!
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Bunnydoll week: Day 1, dancing(???)
C'mon Jax, stop swingin her around like she's some kind of ragdoll- oh wait
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Rain World Ostober day 14 - Lovely Arps
Good old sky islands..... The Twenty Million Vultures region 🦅🦅🦅
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Day 6: Bonk
Smaller Gregory protag doodle cause daylights savings is fucking with me and I'mmmm exhausted<3
Anywho- here's to 37 days straight of daily posts cause IIII just realized I've been doing this for over a month arfjughnmcdx,er
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Tis The Season
Nine: List
This isn't quite a microfic and more of a longish headcanon/rambling but its fluffy wolfstar and it's lovely and they're my babies
Remus had never been a big fan of crowds, or of people rushing around him. He liked meandering with time to spare, liked going about life in a quiet manner. It wasn't to say he didn't enjoy chaos occasionally but he liked his day to day life to be… peaceful. He was a country boy through and through. He doubted he'd ever welcome the embodiment of chaos into his life.
And then came Sirius Motherfucking Black.
Sirius was nothing short of a city boy, born and raised in the hustle of London. He thrived in chaos, he wove his way through crowds like he owned them. There wasn't a question about his love of loud, busy, packed life. He found the thrill in racing for the tube and darting around crowds of tourists or businessmen who hadn't yet started their commute. The truth was he felt like he could disappear in a city as big as London, he was less of a disappointment, there was less risk of failure if everyone was too busy moving to notice him.
And then came Remus. Remus who was soft glances and pauses which seemed to stretch out forever and nothing all at once. Remus who took the time to grind his coffee beans each and every morning, Remus who did the crossword - a habit he'd adopted from his mum. Remus who seemed so content in everything Sirius feared. Remus who sedated him in the most beautiful way possible.
Sirius wasn't sure it were possible for him to exist somewhere without crowds to meld into. Of course, anyone who knew him, but didn't really know him, would find that ridiculous. After all, he was The Sirius Black. He was always the centre of attention and he thrived on it. Until he didn't. He had to admit he loved the attention, but only when he chose it. He would never admit that he loved that he could hide in the shadows and step out when he was fit for the public eye.
But Remus had asked him to stay with him and his family in the small village he called home. And then he'd looked at him, and it was awfully unfair because Sirius couldn't say anything short of yes, mon amour, anything for you, you can have my soul, the world, it's yours, when Remus looked at him. And so here he was, in a village so far from London he could see the stars he was named after.
Sirius found he might like life away from the crowds of London… as long as Remus’ arms were there for him to fall into.
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finished the first chapter of my fic and it's down to 8k from the 16k original draft!!!!! everybody clap
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11-20.
The team was filming an episode of Gamer Snacks and Anne got on the topic of positioning while brandishing a chunk of kimchi. She’s trying to be nicer about her advice, she really is. Based on this amazing lady LOL
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The Lake Territory
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Day 131
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Day-3 Drawing DL2 AU (Sunflower AU)
AU by @deadkoneko <3 ily AU & fanfic, sorry late hehe
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[ day 29 ]
I caved..., Last life scar was the final kick to get me going
look their dancing! silly guys (this is from @chrisrin 's Gem au! / his designs )
Inspired by this posted -> Ll Gem Scar
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Needless to say, I followed the wax like will of the wisps and immediately lost all my light.
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15 Questions and 15 Mutuals
tagged by @thebahwrites THANKS HONEY!
1) Are you named after anyone? Mostly! My name is from my aunt’s middle name. Still don’t know why my parents changed the spelling though.
2) When is the last time you cried? HAHA. Today. I was listening to a podcast and idk, the main character was just going through a lot.
3) Do you have kids? HAHA. HAHAHA. I can’t even take care of myself, how do you expect me to take care of an entire other human being? And also, (can’t actually find the quote, but) to quote Cameron Esposito “We’re gonna have to order in.”
4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? With certain people yeah, I think I’ve cut back on my sarcasm levels though?
5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair
6) What’s your eye colour? Blue/green
7) Scary movie or happy ending? HAPPY. Make them happy. If you don’t then I have to in my mind and that takes effort on my part.
8) Any special talents? I can whistle obnoxiously loud. And I can play the trumpet. Loudness is my talent I guess.
9) Where were you born? Pretty much the absolute middle of this country.
10) Do you have any hobbies? Currently…? But I’d like to say drawing, oooo, sewing I used to get mad into sewing. Writing letters and scrapbooking back in the day.
11) Do you have any pets? Groot the dog, Chungus the cat, and a revolving door foster dog, currently Daisy.
12) What sports are/have you played? ⚽️ Soccer, 🥎 softball, and ultimate frisbee 🥏HMM. Is she you know...
13) How tall are you? 5′11′’/180cm for the non ‘muricans
14) What’s your favourite subject in school? All the sciences. I LOVED physics. Absolutely sucked at it though. Biology was also absolutely lit. 🔬
15) Dream job? Never had a dream job. As long as I don’t get micromanaged, I loved all the places I worked, it’s about the people for me.
No pressure tag: @lephantomdelioncourt and @lovesickmermaid because you’re making me do the other tag challenge to hell(o I love you) with you. @calkale if you wanna get in on this too you can, since I haven’t talked at you lately
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@daily-writing-challenge
August 2022 Day 3: Sentimental
The city of Novitzholita was supposed to be a good thing. A nice, large, populous city to get lost in, with plenty of things to keep Lokii busy.
And it had, it had been an exhausting number of weeks. Yet it brought a lot of negativity for them. Worry for their companions, threat of the local militia, dancing around the gang that seemed to be endless in numbers in every place of civilization they traveled to. That was before they encountered Halim, too. Before Halim brought them the knowledge that time was even more strange and even less understood than they thought. The knowledge that returning home may be dramatically more different than they ever imagined.
After Halim, Lokii had sought out Rune. She had confirmed that Halim’s revelation was true. But then...
"Stars, this has been sentimental." Their voice was not their own.
She had been smiling under her mask when she replied. "You know, I like having conversations with you when you're sentimental...”
It left them with a sour taste in their mouth. They felt soft, and weak.
Being sentimental is what brought them to where they are.
Being soft and weak cost them everything they ever cared about.
The pocket watch had only made the feelings worse, rather than soothe them. And then the ideas of song which were a great direction, ended with the same lack of creativity they have had for months.
So instead- maybe even subconsciously- they decided to twist the knife.
Pain was an excellent teacher.
Yes, that surely was the reason they found the privacy and their pack. The reason they let their heart ache even knowing what they were seeking, hidden securely at the bottom of their bag.
The wooden box was finely made. Once used to house a gift to them. Now, it houses many gifts they were given during that year. Lokii exhaled a heavy sigh and double checked- they were alone. Even if someone found them- their companions would not ask. And they would not tell.
The box probably releases a wave of perfume and scents as they open it, but they can’t detect them. Between their curse and the mask, most scents were lost to them. Not that they needed the additional kick to the gut. Even just seeing the stack of letters beside various little trinkets and other gifts intended for them sent their heavy mixture of emotions into a wave that rocked them.
The smaller than expected raven’s skull barely fit with everything else and stood out- the thing that didn’t belong. So they removed that first, setting it aside. Then there were the other things, so they could access the letters bound by twine. A necklace, an artfully decorated container that now holds petals of countless flowers stashed inside, more jewelry, vials of perfume, a glass box with a perfectly preserved flower inside.
The paper was just as fine as everything else, and their thumb passed lovingly over the handwriting spelling out their true name on top.
It hurt. Stars, did it hurt, to even see the items. Each breath felt heavy and left their insides with a fresh surge of ache. But they wanted that pain. So they spent their time, combing through letter after letter in the set.
Reading over times long past.
Times they would never be able to forget.
Sentimentality caused them pain and suffering.
But pain is an excellent teacher.
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i literally i can’t believe there is still a not-insignificant number of people on this website that are in complete denial of the racism and antisemitism that make up a core part of dracula. they are actively arguing with jewish people on the subject. no one is even saying you can’t enjoy dracula daily, i am visibly half ashkenazi jewish - even though my family is not practicing - and i am also enjoying dracula daily, but you have to acknowledge these things and read with that sort of warped perspective in mind. we are asking for the bare minimum here. if you are continuing to deny those incredibly obvious undertones then i don’t know what to tell you. you may be stupid.
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