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redacted-coiner · 3 days

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Inviglugkit

[PT: Inviglugkit]

Inviglugkit, an inviane(link) identity connected to the image below the flags, this can be a gender, alterhumanity, aldernic, anything! or just as its own identity.

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[Tags] @inviane-archive, @radiomogai, @liom-archive (@kiruliom)

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#🎨 post #🎨 coining #🖌️ gender #🖌️ alterhuman #🖌️ other #Inviglugkit #inviane #liom #mogai #liomogai #liom term #mogai coining #liom coining #mogai term

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homosexual-fast-dancer · 1 year

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Hehehe I've been wanting to make this post for a while now so have some of my favourite Wally guestbook answers! :D

hehe i like how while most of the answers are cute and silly some of them are a bit more "menacing"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #free to reblog!#(as menacing as wally can be-)#also these are only the first two page i may make more for the other pages cause those are great two!#i like how wally is sorta hidden throughout the website it's interesting :D #wally 🖌️#(also yes i am gay for a majority of these answers they're just so charming :3)

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minhosimthings · 3 months

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BABYYYY can i interest u in ur thoughts of how hyunjin would take care of u if u have a headache... ive been SUFFERING lately (i love u don't forget to drink water and eat well!!!!!)

JXBDJSOUDVDHE HYUNJIN + TAKING CARE OF READER IS MY JAM I hope you're doing better now darling. And yeah I am definetly not forgetting to eat nowadays haha(I am)

Ok this turned out longer than I wanted it to be so more under the cut

Hyunjin is a silent observer so he'd most probably know about your headache before you even have your mouth open. And one of the first things he'll do in his "how to take care of my girlfriend/wife" list is press soft kisses all over your face and whisper into your ear sweet letters of affection, especially if you've been getting headaches from working too much without a break or two.

He'd probably ask you the cause of your headache, maybe you had a fever setting in, but if you didn't have the energy to talk the very next thing he'd do is wrap you up into a blanket burrito and coddle you like a fragile child, who'd break even if you touch her. And if you tried to argue that it was just a silly headache, he'd turn on the stern mom mode.

“Darling I love you very much but for now, stay quiet and just let me take care of you.”

He would most certainly not let you move an inch, because what if you accidentally trip over something because your head is spinning, and then you hit your head and then you die? Although the chances of that happening was 0.1%, Hyunjin would still take that .1% to heart.

He would run his hands through your hair or give you a massage if it meant making the headache go away. And would cook you enough things to last for a year if you even mentioned slightly that you were hungry.

"Jinnie I'm hungry." *Cut to a tall ferret carrying a Mount Everest worth of your favourite foods."*

Bonus: Would turn on the AC if you asked for it even though he's freezing, but it's fine because hey the love of his life is here, sticking to him like glue as he cuddled her, what else does he need?

Oh and how can I forget that he would carry you to your bedroom if you felt like sleeping because there was no way in hell he would make you sleep on the couch or make you walk to the bedroom all by yourself.

"Baby my cuddles will cure you!"

#hyunjin soft hours #hyunjin soft thoughts #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin × reader #hyunjin imagines #Hyunjin fluff imagines #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #moots!#🖌️ - Sahar!#user: astraystayhh #me feeding into Sahar's delusions #because she often feeds into mine #our love language is torturing each other!

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aurora-ze-aquarius · 3 months

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Inspired by eindersein's post (x), and a discord conversation I had with @changanomaly.

I gave into my impulses and instead of working on my painting (for homework), I instead put the boys in Barong Tagalog.

Normal ass humans.

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley shane #shane stardew valley #sdv shane #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #🌌🖌️#should I tag the main artist I easily get nervous around other people oop-

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quartzofcoralcove · 1 year

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Friend hcs (but he's the other friend lol)

Coraline Au! @stnaf-vn

You have the eeriest feeling whenever you see that little door ever since you moved into the pink palace but you ignore it and push on just doing your best to get comfortable in your new place.

Easier said than done though since strange things keep happening, first with estranged neighbors, lack of money and food, and now this little doll with button eyes that looks exactly like you appears on your doorstep. Well whatever, the doll is harmless enough and while that tiny door you've been ignoring is odd, you can ignore it.

It's so tantalizing though and you're confident that the weird key with a button on it just has to open it... And fortunately, or maybe unfortunately it does. The door opens almost and a tunnel is formed almost like it's alive but you've already gone through the trouble of finding the key so may as well go through the door. You crawl through the tunnel and one you reach the other side you're almost positive that you've gone insane. It's literally just your house... Wait what? You want to think it's your house but the slight aesthetic changes make you less and less certain by the second.

Walking around this place almost feels wrong, you're confident that someone lives here, but that someone isn't yourself and then you see him. It's friend! How relieving... No wait. Your friend doesn't have b..b..buttons. Aren't they lovely, he did them himself, he's your other friend silly. He's so glad you're here, he's been waiting for your sweetheart, this place wasn't the same without you. He even cooked one of your favorite meals for you which, with how your wallet is doing right now is such a gift you don't even question how he knew.

Ok so friend absolutely already stalks you so it's no surprise that your other friend does as well. He's just more sneaky about it and dare I say more diligent. Because by the time your curiosity gets the better of you and you venture through the door, he'll know everything about you, even the miniscule details. Anything to impress you, anything to keep you in awe, anything to make you stay.

He'll constantly lure you away with promises of treasures and treats and games to play and that he'll always love you. He always cooks your favorites and loves to surprise you with handmade gifts just for his sweetheart and of course he knows your size silly~

"Friend" always loves when you visit and always has something fun planned for you to do with him (even if that may include something a little more lewd) because he loves nothing more than spending time with you, you sustain him, and that's not a joke.

Call him dramatic if you want but he's always so serious when he casually mentions that he'll "die without you" and that he wishes he could "keep you forever" but why would you ever want to leave this place anyway.

Be warned though, you shouldn't dangle your freedom over him like a toy because he'll surely grasp it, he mentions it in passing but you can stay here forever if that's what you really want sweetheart.

"You do love it here with me, don't you sweetheart? What if you could stay."

It's almost not a question, almost but he waits to see how you react anyway and of course you agree without hesitation, because you do love it here, and why wouldn't you? It's such an intricate and delicate trap made just for you. So naturally you indulge in his request wondering what it would take for you to stay and you swear those button eyes turn pink.

He says it's easier to show you rather than tell you and presents you gift box. But you're hesitant because what could possibly be in that box that could keep you here with him? Nevertheless you open it, and immediately feel the atmosphere shift. He slinks behind you resting his hands on your shoulders as if to encourage you to follow through as if you agreed already which you definitely haven't.

"For you, my little doll. I'll make sure it's quick and painless of course and you can even pick whatever color you want, although I'd like honored if you chose black to match with me."

You feel like time had stood still. Is he actually discussing sewing buttons in your eyes so casually? Is he insane, why would you ever agree to do something like that?

Your silence says plenty and your other friend understands, it's a big decision so why don't you sleep on it sweetheart, you'll feel better in the morning.

This was honestly so fun to write!! I'm like definitely down to do more if anyone actually cares to read more lol

#friend stnaf #stnaf fan content #au! friend #“other” friend #🖌️ stnaf fan content

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serendipminie-writes · 3 months

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heyy!!! we havent talked in forever, how goeth the writing ?

Hi Evvy!!!

Yeah, it's been a while! I've been on semi-hiatus for a bit lol but I think I should be done soon

The writing is not going honestly... I've been trying to find more time to write, but usually I worldbuild or do character designs instead of actually writing alshldlagsldagal

All's well that ends well, however.

How are your wips?!?!!? (Hopefully better than mine lol)

#asks #ask answered #evvy🖌️💜#writeblr #writing #writing community #writers #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writer #writers life #other writers!#writer friends

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kindan-no-kanojo · 9 months

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Corrupted Diamonds

The present tale is a darker alternative to the known story of Aladdin (Disney’s version). DDA Event: Once Upon Dreams And Nightmares by @bluebird-dolly-bride!

"Corrupted Diamonds" as a darker reference to "A diamond in the rough" Warning: Depiction of a character's death. ↓↓Story and Full image below↓↓

Summary

Corrupted Diamonds

Once upon a time, a poor, young boy wished to have it all. Surviving day by day while others would have everything they wished for only by asking for it, is an unfair way to live. The boy, determined to find a way out of that miserable life, wished upon stars and powerful entities for a better situation, for a life worth living, a way to show the world what he was made of... but nothing was as easy as they made it seem. When help arrived, Aladdin easily succumbed to the greed of his heart...

In the depths of the Royal Palace, was a Princess. Princess Jasmine faced the duty of marrying an important member of society to make the legacy of the family prevail, although nothing she ever wanted seemed to matter. Her wishes and desires drowned in the greed of those above her, as though she was but another follower. One thousand nights romanticizing freedom weren't enough to reach it. Was it too much to ask, a voice, a love for her to choose, a chance to do what she was capable of doing...? Jasmine swore to the moon one last time before putting her heart aside…

How far would a hopeless soul go?

I. Aladdin's side

Despair and hopelessness are enough to corrupt the most pure of hearts.

Only surviving day by day wasn’t a good way to live. Aladdin knew that well, trapped in a routine of misery and uncertainty, risking his life just to have a little more food to hang on until the next day, then everything would repeat. He took pride in his adventurous soul that helped him grow a thick skin and the ability to do what it takes to survive, no matter the cost, but how long was he supposed to live amongst danger and mischief?

Every night he would isolate in his favorite hidden spot, up in a hill of limited reach, where his personal shelter resided. Friend of the crows, who deemed him trustworthy for his tendency to share with them whatever he could get his hands on; soon enough that soft spot for the dismal birds paid off, when the feathered companions started to bring a number of interesting things to the shelter, even the food they were witty enough to take.

Up there, hidden, he had an unfiltered view of the starry sky. All those stars knew about his secrets and desires that he could hardly tell anyone else. Wishes that lived deep within a heart that little by little, in face of the circle of hopelessness that never seemed to end, had begun to darken.

Aladdin has his eyes on a goal, in more ways than one: Aside from the stars he worshiped for their purity and glow, that view also included the Royal Palace. What wouldn’t he give for a luxurious life like that one? People loving him, working for him, giving him everything he wanted while he would finally get the peace he always sought and never met. It had to be so easy to live between luxuries while people like him had to risk their lives for another day under the stars…

It made him undeniably envious.

Wishing wasn’t enough, that was clear, but what to do? If he could marry the Princess of that palace, he would have everything he wanted in the blink of an eye. Not long ago, he heard the rumors in the streets. After some incident had taken place in the Palace, the Princess turned out to be unmarried…

“If only” was something he began to repeat more and more often. If only he had more tools, more chances, more... just more. The redhead Princess no only was very well-accommodated, but also had the most eye-catching looks he had ever seen. He stood no chance.

One day like it could have been any other, one of the crows found something particularly interesting. A weird-looking lamp was now in his possession. The bird found its shiny exterior very alluring, and decided to hide it from the public view, much like they all did with the immeasurable amount of shiny little treasures.

The lamp, dusty and seemingly old, had a certain white glow. Aladdin’s curiosity got the best of him, but he also had to fight with his growing greed. Maybe it could be sold to begin his journey to a new life…?

But first, it needs a little cleaning…

II. Jasmine’s side

«Stay in your place, better seen and not heard…»

Jasmine’s life not only has become repetitive, but also humiliating. Living under the roof of the Palace as herself and as a puppet were not so different alternatives. Her Father took care of the Empire and Jasmine in equal measure. Despite her appreciation for the nurture, her sense of self was getting more and more lost whenever her words were cut off mid-sentence or her suggestions got lost in the wind. With her mother out of the picture, she had to marry someone in order to become Queen. Her Father would gladly give his position of power up to his daughter under that little yet enormous condition.

After becoming an adult, her entire life was being controlled by both her Father and the individual he chose for her to marry: A powerful sorcerer, under the name of Jaffar.

A life where “no” and “yes” had the exact same meaning was not the life Jasmine wanted for herself. No matter the wealth surrounding her or the endless candidates wanting to take Jaffar’s place, her life had become hollow to the point where she only lived blankly, day by day.

Sitting at the balcony of her room like every night, she’d look up at the sky and find the moon shining back, above the people her family ruled for. How Jasmine wanted to be like the moon... beautiful despite being scarred and imperfect, its value never questioned. It could go out when it wanted, impress everyone without effort, show the parts of itself that shone the brightest, and no one would say a thing. They couldn’t, of course, the moon was unreachable…

If only Jasmine was unreachable, like the moon, no one would be able to step on her so easily.

Days continued to pass by, the loveless marriage was on its course. She never said yes, she never said no, but it didn’t matter anymore. Even though she could respond when she was given the final question, would anyone listen? Would anyone ask…?

Under the moonlight that made her company on the warm night before the wedding, she made a promise:

“This is the last one.”

The last order she’d ever accept, and the first and last with would agree to follow. The moon has been the one witness of the deterioration of Jasmine’s heart, but she knew that the moon itself had to get hit to get those imperfections that made her unique, worshiped and unreachable… So, she would give everyone the satisfaction of the alliance and would become Queen. Put her heart aside for a while and sacrifice her will in order to become like the moon in the only way she could find.

Thus, the Royal Wedding finally took place, and the entirety of the empire witnessed Jasmine’s determined “I do.”

One day like it could have been any other, Jasmine and Jaffar had become the new Rulers. As it was tradition in Jaffar’s legacy, he would share his powers with his wife. He’d teach her the basics, the very basics, as his main interest was, clearly, not the woman by his side. Luckily enough, the sentiment was mutual.

During the honeymoon, Jasmine accidentally learned that her husband was not just any sorcerer, but his ultimate power was given by a genie; a powerful creature that would grant any wish to those who were lucky enough to have the chance to fulfill them. The newlywed had become as powerful as a genie, for the sake of fulfilling his own greedy desires, dragging Jasmine along, and manipulating her own Father to get his way with his hypnotic powers.

Many things fell into place thanks to some subordinate that spoke a little too much, but at least they agreed to provide information to the new Queen when she demanded to know about the man she had married. Nonetheless, something inside Jasmine shattered when it was made clear that his three wishes alongside his own magic were used so selfishly to get where he was now, no matter how many people he’d humiliate and step on in the way. Power, wealth, legacy… What was that? Envy? Jealousy? Wrath? Why was it so easy for some people to get what they wanted?

That night, the dark lamp connecting Jaffar to his powerful life essence fell in Jasmine’s hands.

. . . . . .

In the dim lit room, her husband called for her to consummate their so-called love. The disgust of the redhead Queen was evident for a number of reasons.

“What love…?” Jasmine’s voice muttered, soft as ever, unheard as ever. A crescent moon shone through the window, the fireplace made the room warm. She did not make a move. In fact, she already did.

“Come over,” the man invited, extending his hand, and Jasmine gave one single step forward as her slender arms crossed below her chest. Purple hues observed him in silence, a small portion of amusement was hidden underneath that expressionless face. Before her husband could utter another word, he was surprised by a sudden, violent cough.

Jaffar’s body tensed up, his expression contorted in seconds, and now his voice left not any order, but a shriek of unbearable pain. Jasmine watched how he confusedly agonized on the mattress, calling for help, demanding Jasmine to do something, to explain, to help, as she only blinked while her lips formed a smile.

“No,” her silky voice now echoed louder. The now King felt himself burning inside out while he was trying to get out of the bed and desperately reach for her, without any luck. After falling from the bed, only a few crawls in her direction were all he was able to perform. One last shout left his throat before he quieted down and collapsed, stiff, dead.

Silence. Jasmine felt a rush of something she couldn’t comprehend. She nudged Jaffar’s arm with her foot and received no response. He was really dead. She had succeeded.

Only then, the Queen started laughing loudly for the first time in so many years.

In the meantime, the dark lamp would stay burning at the very back of the fireplace for another while, to make sure that greedy soul within the magic oil would burn in all kinds of Hell.

III. Corrupted Diamonds

Jasmine sat on the balcony like she would do every night, but it has been a while since the known hollow feeling was gone. She breathed in the dew-scented air surrounding the area and the people beneath her, living in the city under her control. No one seemed to miss her husband, and she cared little if they did. Whenever she was asked, the Queen affirmed that Jaffar had left something truly valuable for her to be able to move on after his mysterious and tragic death.

Her legs swung in the air, the dark lamp hung from her fingers. A relaxed sigh escaped her lips in the moonlit darkness when something peculiar caught her eye. Did someone just fly across the moon?

It was too fast to catch, but now she could not ignore it. Again, there it is, but closer. This time, she followed the figure with her eyes.

A man in white and golden Prince-like clothing approached in a flying... carpet?, but soon he stopped when their eyes met. He looked rather shocked, like he was doing something he was not supposed to. Given the circumstances, flying around Royal property on a carpet, no less, was enough reason to understand that it was something out of the ordinary.

“Who are you?” Jasmine inquired, the frown on her face made her distrust palpable. As though it was taken as an invitation and not as a warning, the Prince flew closer instead.

“Good evening. I’m... your Prince,” he answered, cheeky. His hand proudly laid on his chest and his head was held high, almost too perfectly aligned with a Prince stereotype. Jasmine’s concern grew, another candidate? However, the act was off.

“You are late, sir,” her response, short and dry, triggered an over-exaggerated, bewildered whine. Despite having focused her eyes on the moon after her statement, that reaction quickly brought her attention back to the flying Prince, “...what’s the matter?”

“...I’m sorry, Princess, what do you mean by ‘late’?”

Jasmine chuckled.

“Well, what do you mean by ‘Princess’?” She looked into the so-called Prince’s eyes, whose confusion knew no limits, much to her amusement, “How come a Prince doesn’t know that the Princess he’s after has become Queen already…?”

“Queen—!?” The shock in the man’s voice finally made her laugh out loud. Not only was it funny how he only had the news her Father shared with citizens, but also it confirmed a short-lived suspicion.

“If you really were a Prince,” Jasmine started, tasting the awkwardness of the dark-haired man with exquisite care, “you might be part of a realm far away from here… far enough to not know about the news, yet not far enough to not know about me… maybe a realm living underground?” A pause, “...Seriously, now, how much did your costume cost?”

Jasmine’s eyes showed nothing but some odd joy, and perhaps that was what made the poor young man laugh along, “guilty as charged, huh… I should have known,” he scratched the back of his head, like a child who got caught red-handed, “I’m sorry, Princ— my Queen, I think I really took too long to get to you. Ahh, if you knew how hard it is to handle one of these...!” he floated around with the magic carpet, the crow that tagged along had to fly around on its own, away from him in the meantime. Shortly after, he faced the Queen once again, extending his hand towards her, “well... May I be of your service in some way to pay for this awkward inconvenience, my Queen?”

“How charming…” instead of accepting his hand, she made a gesture with hers to attract him closer, “come here, let me take a better look at you… Meanwhile, would you tell me your name?”

“Aladdin,” he introduced himself, seemingly relaxed, as if a big weight just got lifted off his shoulders. Jasmine lifted Aladdin’s face up, holding his chin rather tenderly as they made eye-contact.

“Aladdin… why would you lie to me?” The girl questioned, almost disappointed, but there was some curiosity in the midst of her judgment, still. Her amethyst glance pierced into the male’s copper rose one, admiring how suddenly devoted he’s become.

How much of that devotion was real, and how much was due to a certain magic inheritance, it was hard to tell.

“I’m… not lying to you,” Aladdin’s voice grew softer, in trance. The redhead rose a brow, quick to make clear that it was useless to keep the act up, and so he simply sighed in defeat, “okay, but this was the only way I could reach you…”

“Reach me...?” Quite an interesting choice of words, the sharp sensation in her chest would confirm it. The lamp hanging from Jasmine’s finger made a subtle movement he was too lost to catch, or to care. A glowing gas-like content, almost invisible to the mortal eye, made its way out and merged within the air they breathed, soon materializing into a translucent ghost snake that coiled around the Queen’s shoulders before sliding down her arm to personally meet this new face.

“Why are you here, Aladdin? What do you want?”

“I want… everything,” there was no hesitation in his confession. A greedy soul, Jasmine acknowledged. A greedy soul that, unlike many others, was very upfront about it. Was it because of her position of power, or was there something else behind his true intentions? The snake licked the deceitful Prince’s chin, as he continued to be unaware of it.

“Everything... including the Queen?”

Not quite to her surprise, Aladdin nodded. His crimson eyes had a strange glow added to them, matching the snake below him. Jasmine appreciated the honesty, although she could not let history repeat itself so easily.

“Cute...,” she admitted with interest, nonetheless, “if you really are willing to go to such unimaginable lengths for me, I believe I could waste a little more time on you…” Words were the only thing being wasted in the attempt to make him stay around for long enough. Her hand now stroked his hair as the ghost snake got a sign of approval to coil around him, instead.

“You will tell me who gave you these fancy things, yes? Don’t dare try to lie to me again, you won’t like what could happen, dear Aladdin.”

How grateful she was for having inherited Jaffar’s powers in moments like these… should she have disposed of the magical burnt oil inside his lamp, perhaps her charm would have been less effective. It was early to tell if there was more of the current Queen Sorceress that this young man found himself interested in, but there was no rush.

For now, a girl was eager to know how someone like him was able to reach what was meant to be unreachable with such ease. Maybe she had a thing or two to learn from this greedy Prince... Would he reach her heart just as easily, or will the wealthy temptations corrupt what’s left of him?

It wasn’t like Jasmine was afraid to use the powers she had inherited if the situation called for it, after all. Perhaps, soon enough, she would test Aladdin’s loyalty without any hypnotic snake...

#diabolik lovers oc #scarlett wakahisa #once upon dreams and nightmares #(is this a nightmare in a dream's skin or the other way around?)#dfjgkj it took longer than expected but 😩it's done<3 #it made me happy to write this thing ngl. like i got to write a kinolett oneshot which i dont do often (i should🗿)#me: happy cuz aladdinau<3 #also me: tw character death #FGJH YOU SHOULD KNOW I CANT WRITE FLUFF WITHOUT A BIT OF SUFFERING 🏃🏻‍♀️#🌠. kinolett #🖌️. 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝 #📝. Wall of Text

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redacted-coiner · 3 days

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Invikitlovnote

[PT: Invikitlovnote]

Invikitlovnote, an inviane(link) identity connected to the image below the flags, this can be a gender, alterhumanity, aldernic, anything! or just as its own identity.

Artist Credit(link)

[Flag ID: A 11-striped flag. The colors are dark greenish-blue, dark teal, bright green, pink, bright greenish yellow, pale yellow, and the same colors mirrored. The first and last stripes are the thickest, the teal and middle 3 stripes are thinner than the rest. In the center is a square drawing of a white cat happily running through a field of green grass and pink tulips. It is carrying a light pink envelope with a heart on it. There are various hearts and sparkles scattered around the drawing. The image is outlined in bright green.

Second flag is the same flag as before without the drawing. End ID]

[Image ID: A square drawing of a white cat happily running through a field of green grass and pink tulips. It is carrying a light pink envelope with a heart on it. There are various hearts and sparkles scattered around the drawing. ID End]

(ID by : @catboy-autism)

[Tags] @inviane-archive, @radiomogai, @liom-archive

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag!

#🎨 post #🎨 coining #🎨 horde #🖌️ gender #🖌️ alterhuman #🖌️ other #Invikitlovnote #inviane #liom #mogai #liomogai #liom term #mogai coining #liom coining #mogai term

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cherryheartzclub · 2 months

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💌IT'S MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR!💌

🍒Hi!! You can call me Jeremy/Bronx/Soda

💞I use he/it/mew/squip/other neos (if you'd like a guide on my neos, just ask ^_^)

🍰I am a 17 y/o bi lesboy! :3

(more info below ^_^)

(dividers by @/grungenglam and @/chaeneuu)

My current main f/os are both dad f/os! Brett Hand from Inside Job and Hannibal Lecter from NBC's Hannibal

With that last addition, there may be themes/talk of cannibalism or murder on this blog. I want to clarify that these will be rare, and will be tagged with the proper tags when needed ^_^

I don't really have much of a DNI anymore, but please DNI if you're pro/com/darkship or an exclusionist (both nasty as fuck GET OFF OF MY BLOG 👉👉👉)

less important, please DNI if you're under 15, and ask to follow if you're younger than me, anyways

#tag dump :3 #🌸 aes #🥤 sodatalk.txt #🎤 open mic hour #🖌️ other's art #🖼️.img

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