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indorak · 9 months
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She can have some pets, as a treat!!
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New hearts I made for various Identities that are often forgotten. Feel free to make requests and join my Emoji Server!
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Aspec
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Below are the other Hearts for easy access
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dreamdropsystem · 2 months
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happy emoji with fangs + stimming rocking side to side emoji
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themalhambird · 7 months
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The world is not real: Charlotte cannot touch it. This -news-, this tragedy  is not real either, and it cannot touch her. There’s too much cotton in her ears, there’s an endless, keening chime slowly boring through her skull- in at one temple, out at the other- a continuous line, all the way through…
She is sitting on the sofa. There’s a cup and saucer cradled in her hands. She doesn’t remember picking it up, but the steam is ghosting over her face. It’s fresh. (Her husband is dead). Polly must have given it to her. (Her husband died at his own hand.) They have a visitor, she ought to be showing more hospitality. She wonders if there’s any of that fruitcake left. (Alfred confessed to murder. Alfred confessed to murder,  and then Alfred murdered himself)
“Mama?”
Polly’s voice, soft and tentative as it is, makes her jump. Tea sloshes, spills over, pools in the delicate saucer. She shakes herself and focuses her gaze on Sir Julian. “That’s not,” she tries, but the sound barely forms. Charlotte pauses, swallows, tries again. “That’s not right,” she says, unsure if she’s really addressing Sir Julian Harker or merely facing his direction whilst trying to bargain with a Higher Power. “That’s not- none of this is right, Alfred wouldn’t- he wouldn’t do any of it, any of this…” But he has. He has, he has, he has, and when he comes home she’s going to skin him alive. “What will we do?” she asks, as the first beginnings of fear worm their way through the numbness of shock. “The disgrace of it-”
“Mama!” Polly cries, indignant. “At this moment, of all moments, your thoughts cannot be of what other people will think- what does that matter, what do any of them matter!”
It matters because they have never been reckless with money, but savings will not last forever and Charlotte doesn’t know if the widows of Police Inspectors who confess to capital offences and then take their own lives qualify for any sort of pension. It matters because the disapprobation of society in any circumstances can be death by a thousand cuts, whereas the widow who has the sympathies of her community has a better chance at maintaining a somewhat genteel situation. It matters because the infamy of the father will cast a shadow over the life and the character of the daughter- the best chance for Polly, now, is marriage, but what respectable, decent man would want a father- in- law six feet deep in unconsecrated ground?
“Mrs Hillinghead,” Sir Julian says solemnly, “I wish to assure you that you and your daughter will have the fullness of my protection. The events of the last twenty four hours- they will not reflect on you, nor on your daughter. You have my word.”
She acknowledges his words without really understanding- it will not be until much later, lying in a too-empty bed and staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep- that Charlotte will consider that Harker told Polly about Alfred’s death before he told her, that he stood as close to Polly’s chair as proprietary allows for, that he has seemed- these past few weeks- to admire Polly: her beauty, her music. And perhaps nothing will come of it but friendship- , but the friendship of a man that powerful is not an asset to be scorned. And if it turns into anything more…
They were nineteen, she and Alfred, when they married- they had been friends their whole lives before that. And she had known about him:  years before they had married, she had known that  his desires steered his eyes not towards the ranks of giggling, frivolous girls who batted their eyelashes at his well built figure and handsome face, but to other members of his own sex. And she had ignored it, because she knew him: he was too good a man to act on those desires. And he was kind, and gentle, and they were friends, and a husband who would be perfectly happy to conduct a marriage with minimal activity in the matrimonial bed suited Charlotte. She had courted him as much as he had courted her, really, although whether he ever realised that…
And he’s dead. Her best friend of nearly forty years. The murder confession, she has already written off- she neither knows nor cares about the details. If it was a false confession, then he confessed to try and protect someone- probably that journalist, given the confession it prompted to her, and she is furious at him. She is furious at him for not protecting his wife and child, and for not letting the journalist face whatever justice he merited- unless, of course, the man threatened to reveal Alfred’s inclinations, and take the Inspector who had detected his crimes down along with him. That seems, to Charlotte, the most likely explanation. And if the confession is- was- true, then Alfred must have had good reason for taking another man’s life: she has seen him carry spiders in the palm of his hand to release them outside, rather than squash them underfoot; she has listened to him vent his frustrations about officers being too heavy handed with their arrests at more dinners than she can remember. Taking another human life…it must have broken something in his mind, which would explain being in such a state that he would…. It does not matter. Alfred is dead, either way- she is a widow, either way. And she will encourage Julian Harker’s friendship, because if Polly can catch him she will have a comfortable home, and a husband who seems a good hearted and generous man. And she, Charlotte, will grieve Alfred Hillinghead. But if his death unravels into the scandal she fears, then she will take care to grieve him quietly. She will survive this. She has to. She has to survive this so that there’s someone who remembers that Alfred Hillinghead played cricket as a boy and took two sugars in his tea.
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paw-pride · 5 months
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Arospec and Gilbert Baker rainbow paws, please?
Gilbert Baker's rainbow flag, aro spec, and ace spec paws!
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emojischeck · 5 months
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swaging/rocking custom emoji
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cantransimmer · 7 months
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To celebrate the release of The Marvels tomorrow, I was actually able to finish cc based on the movie in time! This is my own take on Monica's Spectrum suit (is it Spectrum or Photon? Idk but I prefer Spectrum) This was also my first time messing around with the shine effects on clothing, it kinda made the effect of stars on the black parts of her suit which I thought looked cool af (but you can download the version without it if you prefer :)
Oh I also left the shoes out of this outfit since that seemed to cause problems with previous cc. You can put basically any shoes under it though, I used a base game white heel in the photos!
DOWNLOAD:
Original
No Shine Version
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rowanartistcrafts · 3 months
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I customized my rainbow squishmallow dragon with a felt flower crown in ace colors, lightly tacked on. I did this because my roommate and I both have one, and I didn't want either of us to have to store ours. Now, my roommate wants me to customize theirs with pansexual flower crown!
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indorak · 10 months
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Moooocha~! Custom design commission!
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dexaroth · 8 months
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hi
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bootdork · 2 months
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Day 2 of owning an Amor binder this shit rocks
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clown-bitchh · 6 months
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i keep dropping things, running into things, knocking things over at work and in front of customers, and i h8 it sm.
i can feel their eyes burning into me.
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plutos-flags · 1 year
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mutosocial
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mutosocial is a term for when one’s stance on the asocial spectrum changes depending on the situation they are in. it can be affected by anything such as (but not limited to) the people around them, the places they go to, the weather outside, and more.
examples of mutosocial will added, suggestions are welcome in asks or comments <3
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paw-pride · 4 months
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Could I have aegosexual and adexsexual paws, please?
Aegosexual and adexsexual paws!
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emojischeck · 1 year
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nonverbal/nonspekaing sad emojis
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m0e-ru · 9 months
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i miss friendship so bad i miss you okyakusan do you feel the same
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