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rebsinthevoid · 5 months
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So I just got my art stolen and traced for the first time in a while. Just a reminder that I never allow tracing of my art under any circumstances. Tracing reference photos is fine to learn anatomy or because no one on earth can draw a good car, but tracing someone else's artwork and then claiming it as your own is fucked up and absolutely not okay.
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victorianpining · 6 months
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I have officially decided to take up chess as a hobby ♟
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suckmybbcpls · 17 days
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hihihii follow me @katy_reb 😼
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viisiond · 1 year
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@tevyxnt​ // Starter [Samael & Helma]
        A harsh yank of her arm as he grabbed her, tossing her to the ground and putting his blade to her neck- staring her down after a moment as his gaze went from that of a harbinger to the far gentler gaze of her mentor, a father figure.
        “....they want you dead, Helma...” A whisper, stabbing the ground beside her head and leaning down to continue whispering in her ear, his words catching in his throat. When was the...                         last time he got attached to a human...?
            Elli. Elli. Elli. Elli. ELLI.                      ELLI OF KHAENRI’AH.
NO... No, enough of that.                   Enough of thinking of the dead... she was gone...
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            A shake of the Angel’s head, battered and featherless wings, defiled by the sands of time and brought to ruin by Celestia itself spreading over his shadow- his eyes never once leaving his student’s figure... Finally his words found themselves- hoping the message would get through to her...
            “...you need to get out of here...” I can’t let you die, my child...
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bookmcde · 1 year
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@hxbiris​ said: ❝ i trusted you. and you betrayed me. ❞ (ShibuChi) Lost meme // ???
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         He was quiet, looking up from the papers in his hands as his attention went to the entrance of Draconia’s collection room to see her standing there. Ah...Chiyo... His beautiful wife...
The one who should have been dead...
      His eyes narrowed slightly, she was still hung up on this? Humanity always had a funny way of saying they were angry- he didn’t understand it, but he’d hear her out.
He always did.
    “....Chiyo.” He began, taking slow strides from his spot within his collection room to go to her side, “You wouldn’t understand the lengths I’ve gone too to get to where I am....”
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         No one would, it always made them so predictable and in the end? So...utterly boring....
    “You wouldn’t be the first I’ve betrayed...but I don’t bother remembering their names...” A hand came out to hold her face, a smile forming- “Their lives were.....insignificant...” Boring, meaningless... Humans were simply tools to entertain the higher power and die...
        “But you....you’ve always enamored me...~” She was interesting, she was unpredictable. Or so he thought.                      She was just like every other human in the end...
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       “Get to the point of your babbling. I’m growing bored...”
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bobothefuckingfool · 1 year
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cuteiemonster · 2 years
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when i get good at 3d modeling and rigging geist is absolutely the first guy im making. 
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materii · 2 years
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@lxbrixth​ said: ❝ wait, you’re leaving? ❞   (Reeve at Shiki :3) One of my memes // ???
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        “...what part of I’m done don’t you understand, Reeve...?” Her hand was on the doorknob as she kept her back to him- she WASN’T going to go back to working for a company that didn’t CARE about the people. She wasn’t GOING to work for Shinra again- not after everything that happened...
        And he had the GALL to ask her to come back? To WHATEVER project he was planning? For fuck’s sake...
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     Shiki finally turned on her heels to look at him- her eyes saddening as she let her hand fall from the doorknob as she walked to his side- just closing the space between them as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hand going to squeeze his arm.
                   She was so tired....so SO tired...
     “....i can’t relive shinra again, Reeve. I don’t know what you’re doing but I don’t want to give these people false hope saddled on things I promised again...” She whispered, hanging her head further as she closed her eyes, finally just sinking to her knees before him and holding onto his jacket- silent as can be as her thoughts were filled with all the people who died under her watch, the bodies she had to tag and identify, those she had to help find REPLACEMENTS for due to Nibelheim....
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        “I can’t...I can’t do this to the people anymore. I was content faded to the background until Rufus dragged me back because of the geostigma crisis...I don’t want to fail them again...” Her voice cracked and her grip tightened- eyes downcast to the ground as she tried to hold it together.
         “...i don’t....I don’t want-” I don’t want to FAIL them...
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If any of you guys support Ponder Sprocket in any way get the fuck out. Seriously get out.
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drakoneve · 1 year
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The Poisoned Cup
request: Hey, dear! if you are taking requests could i get an angst imagine/oneshot Daemon x Martell fem!reader where she and Daemon are married (they really love each other) and she is pregnant and they are beaming, but reader ends up being poisoned and consequently loses the baby, feeling guilty she ends up running away, but before she leaves a letter for viserys asking for an annulment, before making any decision he talks to Daemon who is furious that she ran away and asks for an annulment + so he goes to Dorne after his wife, she doesn't want to see him at first but he doesn't give up, eventually they talk and reader expresses everything she is feeling just like he does, they cry together and he assures her that everything will be fine and asks her to come back with him, which she agrees to, please? (with a lot of angst, fluffy and happy ending)
pairing: daemon targaryen x y/n martell
word count: 3k (#oops)
warnings: fem bodied!reader, miscarriage, poisoning, reader’s feeling guilty and v depressed
a/n: i apologize if there are any mistakes regarding house martell, i don’t know much abt them. i also didn’t describe much of the reader besides longer hair 
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When your older brother Qoren Martell told you he’d arranged a marriage between yourself and Prince Daemon Targaryen with King Viserys, you were unbelievably angry with him that you wouldn’t speak to him for days. But eventually you came to accept that marrying the prince was your duty to keep peace between Dorne and the rest of Westeros following the war in the Stepstones. 
Daemon talked to you before the wedding about how he wanted to wed you in the traditions of Old Valyria, and you agreed even though you were quite hesitant. In the end it was a beautiful ceremony and you felt undoubtedly connected to your new husband.
It wasn’t but three months after your wedding that your lady in waiting, Elaena, pointed out to you that you hadn’t had your monthly bleed. You visited the maester that morning and he confirmed you were indeed with child.
Everything was going smoothly until two months later, when Rhaenyra ended her search for a husband ended and King Viserys announced a marriage between his daughter and Ser Laenor Velaryon, son of Lord Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark. The feast of celebrations had begun and you sat at the end of the royal table in between Daemon and Lord Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King. 
“Everything to your liking, my love?” Daemon asks, then sips on his wine. 
You grin at him, pulling apart the sweet roll in front of you to get to the soft, warm center. “Mhm,” you hum. “We’re quite satisfied, dear husband.”
He reaches his free hand to rub your growing belly. You cover his hand with yours and continue on to dine on the fine food presented before you.
Unbeknownst to you, Ser Gerold Royce approaches the royal table.
“Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, congratulations are in order,” Ser Gerold greets the king and princess.
“We are honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold,” the king says graciously. “I must say, I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing. I'm very sorry for your loss.” “Lady Rhea was a unique character. Her kind... is not soon to be seen again,” Ser Gerold says before turning to glare at Daemon. “In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens.”
“If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce...” Viserys tries to deflect, but Daemon doesn’t allow the show of disrespect.
“Who are you?” Daemon quips as if he hadn’t paid the man the slightest bit of attention until now. 
“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone,” he announces proudly with a puff of his chest.
“And?”
“I am cousin to your late lady wife, Rhea Royce.”
Your stomach clenches at the mention of Daemon’s first wife. You not only knew the truth of what happened, but you helped Daemon plan it out with the help of some of your spies in the Vale. They were married at the time Daemon proposed to you, and there was no way you believed Viserys would allow his rebellious brother an annulment or a second wife in the traditions of Old Valyria. The only solution either of you could come up with to open the negotiations for your hand in marriage was to rid Daemon of is bronze wife completely.
Daemon’s lilac eyes harden as he clenches his jaw before eyeing the man. “Ahh, yes,” he says finally. “Terrible thing. I was positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.”
“You know better than anyone, it was no accident,” Ser Gerold spits.
You gasp lightly, placing both hands on your stomach as if you were in shocked by the accusation. Daemon caught on and sat up in his seat, feigning concern on his features.
He turns back to Ser Gerold with fire in his eyes. “Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?”
“I am making an accusation.”
“You know, in King's Landing,” Daemon all but growls, “men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cսոts like you.”
Before Ser Gerold has the chance to come up with a rebuttal, chaos breaks out amongst those on the dancefloor. You can’t see exactly who, but a Kingsguard has overpowered someone you cannot see at all, and is pummeling down with a hard right fist. 
Knights from behind the royal table rush forward upon the king’s command, furthering the tension in the room. At this point you’ve risen from your seat and secured a place behind Daemon, who has now drawn Dark Sister from her sheath.
The chaos lasts for a few more minutes but eventually the Kingsguard take control of the room, and the knight who began the fight in the first place was escorted from the throne room. Maids immediately begin working on cleaning the mess (minus the body removed by knights), and party goers resume dancing on the remaining dance floor.
Daemon pulls out your seat out for you and you kiss his cheek before taking your seat. You reach for your wine first before Daemon begins feeding you off his own fork and plate. After a few bites, alternating between the pork your husband was feeding you and the roll you were still tearing apart, a feeling of nausea began to overtake you.
You motion for Daemon to stop, at the same time placing your left hand over your stomach. “Daem, I don’t-“
You don’t even get to finish your sentence before you jump from your chair and turn around just in time to throw up behind the table and not in front of the entirety of the throne room. Daemon is at your side instantly as is Lyonel, and who is already yelling for the maesters. Before you can even really catch your breath, you get sick again.
Muscles in your abdomen tighten as a cramp shoots through you. You cry out in pain and Daemon can’t stand it anymore as he picks you up bridal style out of the throne room and to the privacy of your chambers where the maesters can take care of you properly.
Long after the throne room had emptied and Rhaenyra and Laenor were wed the maesters came looking for Daemon. Despite fighting to stay by your side, Viserys convinced his brother to step away from you and allow maester Orwyle to do his work. 
Orwyle approached Daemon, accompanied by his brother and Lord Lyonel, with his hand laced together in front of him, a grim look upon his face. “Prince Daemon,” the maester begins solemnly. “I come with grave news. I’m afraid your lady wife has lost the babe, my prince.”
The news hits Daemon like a punch to the gut, but he swallows his grief for the moment. “And what of my wife? Is she alive?”
“Yes, my prince. She’s asleep now, I gave her milk of the poppy to ease her pains.”
Lyonel steps forward, “What’s the cause of such illness? The princess seemed fine all evening.”
Maester Orwyle nods grimly, “I believe the princess’s illness to be a direct result of greycap poisoning. How the princess ingested such a thing is yet to be discovered, but I will not stop until I’ve discovered it. Thankfully this is not the first time I’ve encountered such a thing.”
Viserys reached out a grateful hand and squeezed his trusted maester’s shoulder. “Thank you, Orwyle. Your services do not go unnoticed.”
Daemon turns away from the group of men and begins down the hall for your shared chambers.
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Two weeks after the attempted assassination and you finally began to feel healthy again. Daemon hardly left your side during your healing process like he no longer trusted anyone else in the world with your care. Maester Orwyle was still giving regular updates to Viserys which you advised him was unnecessary. 
It wasn’t the poisoning that had been plaguing you the past couple weeks, it was the loss of your unborn babe. This was your first pregnancy, and neither you or Daemon could’ve been happier to receive the official word from the maester. Everything was going well in terms of the pregnancy until the attempt on your life. 
You couldn’t help but spend your time recovering riddled with the guilt of the idea that you could’ve- should’ve done more to protect your baby. Your one job for nine months was to home and protect your baby and you felt you’d failed completely. As a wife, especially to someone of Daemon’s status- the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, your job was to give your husband as many heirs as possible, and you couldn’t even do that. 
The guilt had been eating away at the strong resolve you’d built over the years of being an outspoken woman in court. You’d failed your husband, your one true love. Now, even weeks later and after everything he’d done to support you, you found it difficult more now than ever to meet Daemon’s eyes. 
When you first learned you were with child you were beyond ecstatic as was Daemon. Despite his previous union, Daemon had yet to become a father and was looking forward to becoming one. You hadn’t any children either and the two of you spoke often of various names for your unborn babe, and began to pick out some of Westeros’s finest silks and fabrics for clothes to be sewn. Now there was no need.
How he didn’t revolt away in disgust, you had no idea. You couldn’t understand why Daemon would stay so loyally by your side when you’d been so unprepared to give him a healthy child. Daemon’s own loyalty did nothing ut remind you just how majorly you’d failed him, and this worked as the straw that finally broke down all the fight you’d had left.
So, you wrote the king a letter.
King Viserys I Targaryen,
I must first apologize to you for the chaos my circumstances has caused the Red Keep as it was never my intentions to cause such disruptions within your court. My brother Qoren stressed the importance of my union with your brother Daemon, and the past year I’ve spent as his wife has been the happiest year of them all. 
So it is with a broken heart, and the purest of intentions, that I graciously ask you to annul my marriage to Daemon so such tragedies do not continue to plague your court. 
I leave for Dorne as soon as I hand off this letter, where I will be awaiting your word in Dorne alongside Qoren. I thank you for the kindness and generosity you have shared with me this past year, your Grace. I wish you good health and fortune.
Sincerely, 
Lady Y/n Targaryen of House Martell.
And true to your word, you along with your lady in waiting Sylva, whom you’d known from before your marriage to Daemon, snuck out of the Red Keep from under the guards’ noses and set out for Dorne. 
Viserys received the letter hours after your departure, just as you’d instructed the maid to do, after Daemon had taken off on Caraxes for Dragonstone on crown business. In the time that he’d known you, the king had never known you to be one to hide away in a dark corner when trials and tribulations came your way. The king knows Martells to live honorably by their words “unbowed, unbroken, unbent,” a sentiment that had been proven when he met you.
Unfortunately for the king, Daemon would not return for another day or so, and therefore would be delayed in receiving the news of your departure for Dorne. Viserys wanted to keep the matter close at hand as he hadn’t wished for yet another set of rumors to go swirling about about Daemon. He feared his brother’s reaction should he have sent a messenger to Dragonstone to inform the rogue prince, so Viserys decided to wait until Daemon’s return to deliver the news himself. 
That’s exactly how Viserys met Daemon two days later in the Dragonpit. Daemon had just barely slid from the saddle strapped to Caraxes when approached by the king.
Before wither man has the chance to utter a word, Viserys extends his hand out to his brother, your letter in hand. “This was delivered to me two days ago, brother. I was hoping to have the matters resolved before your return, but I’m afraid I have been unsuccessful in reaching Y/n.”
Daemon snatches the letter from Viserys’ hand at the mention of your name and he wastes no time in reading it. His first reaction is anger- how dare you leave King’s Landing? How dare you leave him, your husband? The parchment of your letter crumples in his closing fist as Daemon turns away from his brother and back to Caraxes.
“Daemon!” Viserys lurches forward, trying to reason with his temperamental younger brother. “you must proceed with caution, Daemon! Your actions are sure to have dreadful consequences should you not think before you act.”
Daemon whips back around to face the king, shoving him hard once in the chest with both hands. “I do not need you to govern how I act, brother. Much less in the matters involving my wife.” 
With that, Daemon mounted the great blood wyrm and set out for Dorne just as he had the first time.
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Qoren wasn’t exactly pleased with you upon your return, moreso afraid of what Daemon might do to Dorne as a result of your abandonment. Though you confidently assured your brother King Viserys would handle the matters, you weren’t entirely convinced yourself.
Daemon was as unpredictable as any man, though twice as dangerous on the back of a fire breathing dragon. Even the time the two of you spent together would not ensure your safety should the wrath of House Targaryen turn its ugly head towards Dorne. 
Despite the circumstances, you were happy to be home. Before your marriage you had never left Dorne before, and you’d missed the familiar comforts of your homeland while you were away. You spent time with your brother and some of his friends, catching up on all the Dornish things you’d missed while you were away.
After the second round of wine began to be poured, a member of the Martell Guard steps forward towards Qoren. “My prince, a dragon has been spotted circling overhead.”
Qoren looks to you first as if telling you to deal with the problem yourself. You sigh and reluctantly stand from your seat. “I shall take care of it,” you announce. 
Daemon has landed outside the gates of Sunspear and already dismounted from Caraxes. The moment the gates opened and he first caught a glimpse of you, he began making his way to you. You met him halfway despite the tightening knots of nausea twisting in your stomach.
Still you don’t meet Daemon’s eyes as he approaches you, afraid of his fury. Daemon is but two steps from you now and he finally plants his feet. “Imagine my dismay,” he begins. “upon returning home to King’s Landing only to be informed my lovely wife had fled back to the sun scorched sands of her homeland after asking my own brother to free her from our marriage. Tell me, wife, did you intentionally wait until I had departed from the Keep to make your escape? Or was it purely circumstance?”
His lilac eyes are furious. Daemon is no doubt holding his tongue to keep from saying something he might truly regret. A part of you wishes he wouldn’t, however. You wish he would let go and take out his anger on you, as you believed you deserved it.
Tears began to well in your eyes as you finally met your husband’s gaze. “I only meant to rid you of your burdens, my prince. A man of such status as you musn’t be burdened by the troubles of a wife who cannot provide..” 
Somehow you don’t have it in yourself to finish your sentence before erupting into uncontrollable sobs. Daemon reaches out for you and pulls you into a tight embrace despite your desperate pleas. He allows you to cry into his chest for a moment before grasping your face in his large hands and forces you to look at him. 
It’s only then you notice his eyes are red and wet with tears as well. “You had nothing to do with the poison, or with the death of our babe, dear wife. Had it been up to us, our dragon would still be in your belly, would it not?”
“Yes,” you cried pitifully, reaching one hand down to caress your stomach where you once felt the growing of your babe. “I want my baby, Daem. I want my baby.” You all but collapsed in your husband’s arms, using his large stature as support.
“I know,” he replies, voice thick with emotion. “and I swear to you, Y/n, that I will not stop until I have Ser Gerold’s head on a spike. Until then, my love, we can always try for another if you so wish.”
You pulled away, sobs ceased for the moment. “Ser Gerold? Of Runestone? What does he have to do with these matters?”
Daemon clenches his jaw before relenting. “I believe, as does Maester Orwyle, Ser Gerold is behind the attempt on your life and the murder of our babe. I planned to make way for Runestone upon my return to the Keep, but I’m afraid I’ve been side tracked.” 
In that moment the guilt that had settled itself in your gut quickly turned to a bright hot rage. “Take me with you,” you demand forcefully. “and we shall show Ser Gerold, and the rest of the realm, just what happens when you scorn the house of dragons.”
A wicked grin spreads across Daemon’s face before he offers you his hand. “Come, dear wife, and we shall show them all.”
You grasped his hand in yours before beginning towards Caraxes, but not before Daemon pulls you to a stop and leans down to bring you into a kiss. Daemon has never been one to kiss you slowly, typically opting for quick kisses in the eyes of others, and more passionate kisses for the bedroom.
But now as the two of you stand wrapped around each other in the Dornish heat, he kisses you softly, slowly. As if he’s trying to tell you he loves you in the only way he knows how. 
When the two of you finally part, you smile up at him. Your first genuinely happy smile in nearly a month. Perhaps Viserys knew just what he was doing in delaying your request for that annulment.
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rebsinthevoid · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gran Turismo (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jann Mardenborough/Jack Salter Characters: Jann Mardenborough, Jack Salter Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Drabble, Just two race car men in love building a life together, this is tooth rottingly sweet, post-canon by a number of years but I'll let you decide when, i want what they have, Happy Ending, This is my first fic in over a decade please be kind Summary:
At way-too-late-o'clock at night they’ll cram into a queen-sized bed in a hotel room booked for one (Danny says keeping up appearances is important, so the second room stays unused) and softly ponder out loud what they'll do when the season is over.
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hellsite-detective · 2 months
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hey! im a big fan of your work and the post im looking for goes something like;
"if you censor vowels in your posts you have to put the vowels below" with some vowels censored and then all the vowels down below
"okay th*n. *f you'r* certa*n.
Old McD*nald had a farm
*eieio"
or smth along those lines. anyways thanks in advance! :D
solvin' this *ost case was rather easy. see, i asked G*ogle at the *earch Bar for the initial quo*e my *lient h*d *ent me which l*d me directly to a photograph of the post my *lient wanted. from there, i asked for the quote "eieio" from the address of the second reb*ogged and was handed the link instantly. i filed it away back at my *ffice.
here you are! a cla*sic post to be c*rtain! have a great *ay!
*Post Case: Closed
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personalmoshiakh · 2 months
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hey, so— i’ve been ~officially writing a web serial since 2021 (unofficially, since at least 2014). Updates are currently very irregular, but i’m definitely still working on it!
✨🧿 THE BITTER DROP 🧿✨
modern fantasy romance about gay/trans Eastern Bloc Jews, set in a secondary world counterpart of early Soviet communes
The lounge is nearly empty tonight; all the action is downstairs at the grinding workshop — in the basement discotheque; you if I’m to have any hope of pulling, that’s where I ought to go but … ekh, I’m foggy tonight, between the psychosis and the laudanum for the pain what likes to haunt nefilim and the horse pills they made me take at the Mamka — nu okay, I skipped tonight’s dose so I can drink but like, neuroleptics don’t let go that quick — and as the brainfog settles on my thoughts, it turns to hoarfrost and my will seizes up like a rusty hinge.
Lev/Lyubov Morgenshtern, a queeny bigender flamer who’d once been one of the Pale’s youngest-ever ordained rabbonim, has just returned to the Talons Ghetto sovyet — an autonomous workers-and-peasants commune of the kind that directly preceded the Soviet Union (and indeed the thing that the USSR named itself after).
Lev is fresh off a stint on a psych ward that’d followed a far longer stint living in the tzarist-held half of Svet Dmitrin with a bougie respectability-obsessed ex-boyfriend — he’s got nowhere to sleep, no assurance her old friends, Red Guard and civilian both, would want to see them and the only workable plan she’s got is to find someone willing and soft-hearted to take him home for the night …
… and what luck if their rescuer, a medical necromancer by the name of Anzu Menelikov (Nyura to friends and lovers) is a beautiful trans flamer from a prominent rabbinical family! who better to welcome Lyubov home than a fellow hothouse flower and dedicated scholar? and does it matter if Nyura did anything the White Guard might still bear a grudge about? after all, most of the old Ghetto walls are still safely intact, and it’s not like Reb Doktor Menelikov personally set the Winter Palace on fire, right?
i’d say if you liked the Baru Cormorant series, Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and Gentlemen of the Road, Fallen London and its associated games, China Miéville’s oeuvre, and Disco Elysium, this’d probably be your thing!
content warnings
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reclaimed homophobic slurs
the narrator has a history of psychiatric institutionalisation
homophobia, transphobia, transmisogyny and antisemitism are environmental hazards in the setting, though by far not the focus
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porcupine-girl · 1 year
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Tumblr: Myth vs Fact
People have been talking a lot about Tumblr on Twitter lately (for no reason whatsoever), but that also means a lot of misinformation is going around. So if you're coming from Twitter, I would like to clear up a few misconceptions, starting with:
Myth: Tumblr is dead. It died with the Dec 2017 porn ban and now it's a ghost town.
Fact
Well, okay, yes, it did die with the Dec 2017 porn ban. Mostly. But it got better! On November 5, 2020, Destielpocalypse happened and Tumblr rose from the grave. Since then it hasn't been as busy as in, say, 2015, but it's gotten over its death and has had a steady stream of traffic ever since.
See the rest below the cut!
Myth: Tumblr is where all the drama and discourse starts.
Fact
Again, this hasn't been true in quite a while. When Tumblr died in 2017, most of the people responsible for the discourse moved to Twitter. Since then, it's been pretty chill, even after Destielpocalypse resurrected it. People like to say that Twitter is just Tumblr five years ago, and... it's pretty true right now, at least in the drama department. We'd appreciate it if you didn't try to change that.
Myth: Porn is allowed again on Tumblr!
Fact
Sadly, this is not true. However, nudity is allowed now. Just no visual depictions of explicit sex acts. Here is a pretty detailed explanation from the CEO of Automattic (the company that owns Tumblr) on why they can't bring porn back right now, even though he would like to.
Note that this only applies to visual depictions. Explicit text (yes, that means smutty fanfic) has always been allowed.
Myth: You should never add anything to a post you reblog.
Fact
Actually, one of the really cool things about Tumblr is how a post can grow and develop with every new addition! Simple Tumblr posts have turned into repositories of useful information or complex scifi world-building thanks to users collectively adding cool stuff with each reblog, or sometimes just asking relevant questions for others to answer in their reblogs.
But you don't have to add anything in order to reblog! Most people don't! And if you have something to say that doesn't really add to the post (like "Cute!") or is just for your followers, it can go in the tags.
Which brings us to a related myth:
Myth: There is a complicated system of etiquette around reblogging and tagging and if you don't follow it everyone will point and laugh.
Fact
Okay, there are some general etiquette guidelines that have developed that most people follow. Like the above, about only adding onto a post if you have something substantive to say and putting other comments in the tags. I'm sure you've seen rules like this around.
But these are flexible and nobody is going to hate you for violating them now and then. If you reblog something and forget and add "Cute!" to the post instead of in a tag, nobody is going to dogpile you. Worst case, people will click back to the reblog before yours and reblog it from there instead of reblogging yours. Or they might just reblog yours because tbh it doesn't really detract from the post. Just don't be rude, and remember that the OP and everyone who sees the post can see your tags very easily now.
The main thing is please do reblog stuff! That is the #1 way posts get new viewers (see below, most people turn the algorithm off). You don't have to add anything or even tag it; reblogging it is just a way to say "hey followers, look at this neat thing I found!"
Don't let the idea that you're not reblogging "correctly" prevent you from reblogging at all.
Myth: It's cringe to reblog old stuff, or to go through and reblog/like lots of things from someone's blog.
Fact
Posts are made for reblogging. We are all here for the reblogging. We want you to reblog. There are posts from 2012 or even older still making the rounds. If someone stumbles on my blog and reblogs a bunch of old stuff in a row, I'm just happy that they enjoyed my blog.
If OP doesn't want a post to be reblogged anymore, they now have the ability to turn reblogging off. Otherwise, reblog away.
Myth: Tumblr is the golden land of no algorithms!
Fact
Tumblr is the golden land of allowing you to avoid the algorithm if you so choose.
Most Tumblr users changed these settings years ago and have been living algorithm-free for so long they forget that when you first sign up, it does have an algorithm unless you turn it off.
Here is how to customize your viewing experience (on the app):
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From your blog (the little people in the bottom right corner), hit the Settings wheel in the top right corner.
Go to General settings
Go to Dashboard preferences
The first four are all various algorithms. Best stuff first reorders your dash by algorithm - if you turn it off, it's all chronological all the time. 2-4 add extra stuff to your dash that the algorithm thinks you'll like. If you turn them off, you will ONLY see what's on the blogs you follow. (Note: if you turn off "Include followed tag posts" you can still view the tags you follow in the "Your Tags" tab at the top of your dash.)
4b - If you want to view mature stuff (nudes but also violence or anything drug/alcohol related) go to Content You See and turn it on. It's off by default. This is also where you can set tags or keywords you want hidden.
(These settings can all be found in similar places on desktop.)
Even after you do all this, if you really want to see what the algorithm has to say, just go to the For You tab. It will... probably convince you that you made the right choice in turning all of this off. Tumblr's algorithm really isn't that great, and we're fine with that.
Myth: Neil Gaiman is an active Tumblr user.
Fact
@neil-gaiman has no social media.
Myth: Supernatural is a television show that went off the air two years ago and is no longer relevant.
Fact
Welcome, you are now on the Supernatural website, where even if there wasn't a prequel series currently at this very moment airing, Supernatural will never die. Or will die and be resurrected repeatedly. It will probably creep into something on your dash eventually. Mute a few keywords if you don't want it, but brace for the occasional gif anyhow.
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jeysmullet · 8 months
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may i request Jeff Hardy x daughter!reader? With the reader being the same age as Hook. Tax and Jeff Hardy trying to bring Y/N and Hook together because they know they like each other. please?
Dad.
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Hook X Female Hardy!Reader
Warnings: None, just straight fluff.
y/n hardy.
“Dad, i promise if you bring up Tyler one more time.”
i sighed out, placing my phone face down onto the table.
“Alright, i’m sorry kid. i’m just saying, he’s a good kid.”
“i know that, but i promise you that i can make the decision on my own.”
i softly smiled towards him before checking the time on my phone.
i stood up from my seat grabbing my stuff, bidding my father goodbye realizing i had to get ready for my match.
i hurried down the hallway leading to my locker room. I almost made it to my locker room successfully before running into someone.
i looked infront of me to get a look at the person, and realized it was Taz.
“Hey Y/n, just the person i wanted to see.”
“Taz, if this is about me and Tyler again-“
i started before he cut me off.
“Listen, i know your probably tired of hearing it, but please just one date. i know Tyler’s tired of me saying it, and your probably tired of you dad bugging you about it. Just one date, please.”
“Fine. If that will get y’all to leave us alone then i will go on a date with Tyler.”
Taz smiled at me before giving me a nod and walking away.
I opened the door before stepping inside, and closing it and locking it.
i walked over to the couch where my gear laid, and picked up my gear.
i sighed before stripping down from my everyday clothes into my gear.
i already got my makeup done earlier, so i can really relax until my match.
or at least that's what i thought.
i heard 3 knocks at my door.
i rolled my eyes before getting up from the couch and walking towards the door.
When i opened the door it revealed my aunt, Reby Hardy, or as some may know her as, Gothic baby's mother.
i opened the door a little more to allow her more space for her to walk in.
i watched as she walked over to the couch sitting down while i was closing the door.
"Why is your dad and Taz look like their plotting something? Did something happen?"
The woman across from me questioned.
"I finally told Taz, i would go on a date with Tyler."
"Wait, so your dad and Taz don't know yet?"
"No, and i plan on keeping it that way. I want them to think their little plan worked."
"Your evil and I love it."
She laughed while shaking her head.
"Anyways, i'll leave you be. Good luck tonight!"
"Thank you, Rebs!"
i semi yelled as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
Lord. I just hope and pray, my dad and Taz don't find out before we tell them.
TIME SKIP
Peter Senerchia.
Aka Taz
Jeff and I were watching how interested Tyler seemed to be in Y/n’s match.
"I'm glad they are finally going on a date. i was tired of watching them be love sick kids."
i heard Jeff say from his seat behind me.
i nodded my head in agreement.
We went back to watching Y/n’s match.
Y/n Hardy.
I had just made it to my locker room and began to wash up when i heard my phone ding.
i checked it, feeling my face turn into a smile when i say who texted me.
"So i was informed we have a date tonight?"
I laughed at his text as i started typing on my phone.
"yep, you wanna meet me at my hotel room?"
"11:00?"
"You know it."
"i'll see you then pretty."
I felt my cheeks heat up as i read his last text.
i began to hurry up with my shower, and got out.
I checked the time once i got out, and saw it was 10:24.
I hurried and packed my things into the suitcase i brought to the arena.
I made sure i grabbed my phone, and started making my way out the door.
When i finally reached the outside, i clicked onto the keys of my rental car to make the light's of the car light up to figure out which one was mine.
I walked over to the one that lit up, opened the trunk, placing my bag inside before closing it back.
I walked over to the drivers side of the car, opening the door hopping in.
I closed the door and locked the doors before putting the keys into the ignition.
I look at my phone checking the time before driving off.
Seeing the time made me glad the hotel was only like 7 minutes away.
For the short ride, i listened to music and just sung along with my playlist.
When i saw the hotel come into my view, i pulled into the parking lot and put the car in park.
I turned the car off, and grabbed my phone before hopping out.
I went to the trunk to get my suitcase, and then closed it back.
I walked towards the entrance of the hotel silently praying to myself tonight goes to plan.
TIME SKIP
Y/n Hardy.
I finished off the last detail of my outfit, which was just a simple black dress and some black heels.
i was also wearing a few pieces of jewelry to add a little sparkle to it.
I went to check my phone to see what time it was and saw it was 10:51
I just sat on the edge of the hotel room’s bed just scrolling on twitter waiting for Tyler.
I sat there for about 10 minutes before hearing a knock on the door.
I stood up from the bed fixing my dress before walking over to the door, and opening it.
As the door widened, i saw Tyler standing there dressed in black jeans, a black Graphic Tee, and Panda Dunks.
I looked towards his hands and saw a bouquet of flowers.
“For you, Pretty Girl.”
His voice broke the silence, pushing the flowers towards me.
“Thank you, Handsome.”
I blushed taking the flowers in my hand.
“You ready to go?”
I heard him ask as he put his out for me to take.
I nodded taking his hand in mine stepping from out the hotel room, as he closed the door behind me.
We walked towards the elevator surrounded by a comfortable silence.
As we stood waiting for the elevator, i felt a pair of eyes piercing into the side of my face. I look to my side and saw my dad and Taz standing there smiling.
“Oh lord.”
I laughed out, as i nudged Tyler so he would look over at them.
I saw Tyler turn his head, shaking it and laughing when he also saw them.
“We’re gonna leave y’all kids alone, we just want a picture before y’all two leave.”
The short man said, pulling his phone out.
Tyler shook his head before putting his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.
I smiled putting my hand on his back.
I saw Taz lift up his phone taking a few pictures before dismissing us.
“Alright, we’ll let y’all kids go. Have fun.”
I heard the Southern man say.
I laughed as the elevator finally opened.
Tyler grabbed my hand, basically pulling us into the elevator.
He pressed the number 1, and just sighed as the door closed.
“How do you think their gonna feel when they find out?”
The man spoke.
“I’m gonna love to see their faces no matter what.”
i laughed just imagining their faces when they find out we’ve been dating this whole time.
@y/nhardybrand 17 seconds ago
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I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS.
I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted but i hope you still enjoyed🖤.
xoxo.
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phantomrose96 · 11 months
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Hey!!I just finished Savit-e and I find it so so compelling. The way the bond between the narrator and Savine develops alongside the narrator's understanding of what a "Savit-e" is, in addition to who a "Savit-e" is to her--the plums as signifier of unfriendly and unintelligible people--it's incredible. Related to that, I loved how you captured the confusion of existing in a language not your own and the slow, dawning appreciation that comes with seeing the finer points of how a language captures concepts. I've come across these feelings myself as a language-learner. The way you brought them about in Savit-e feels so real.
I have been reading your writing for years since before I got a Tumblr account, and I don't plan on stopping. Amazing work as always!
(Savit-e)
ajndjhdf aaaaaa thank you!!!! 🥺🥺🥺
I really like the kind of stories that have a reveal saved for the end, and that's what Savit-e is here.
And for short stories I really like using objects as a sort of symbolic shorthand. There's this implication of political unrest, and a kind of brewing xenophobia against who Reb and Jira are seen as, but Reb doesn't have the language skills or context to really understand it so those people become the plum men, after the first mention of the man who stared her and Jira down while Jira shopped for plums. And there's a relationship captured between Jira and Savine in the matching earrings between them. And the cooking (knife) as Reb's responsibilities taking care of Savine (protecting).
And dfjdfhjfd in general I just really enjoy stories from the POV of a character who does not have the full context of what's going on, and it leaves the reader to infer things which can often be worse and more haunting than receiving an explanation. I was originally planning to write more about Jira at the end, but decided I liked it better unspoken.
Thank you!!!!
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