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zo-lost-and-confused · 10 months

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I am finally finished! I didn't go with ships and instead more of their personalities, so don't look too deep into how they are paired up. All six of them got in trouble together anyway, I would imagine.

Also went with their default looks, because I didn't feel like figuring out something new lol

#camp fam #camp cretaceous #darius bowman #jwcc brooklynn #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #kenji kon #ben pincus #i don't like how kenji came out #not one bit #but i had to give up at some point #i forgot how to draw him #also feel like they all are pretty inconsistent but it took me so much time #it just ended like that #also wanted to include a small bonus but i'm so tired #maybe i'll post it seperately later if i draw it #ignore the size of the thing they are holding lmao #don't look at it #my art

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theknifeclown · 8 months

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hahah.. Ha.. MORE NONSENSE

soo uhhh... These gays got me by the jugular

Don't wanna clog up my moots feed with my brain rot so it's under the cut

Are we officially calling this Ship "WayLight"? Idk idk!

Will Wayward belongs to: @kandavers

Gloom Twilight is my boy

Also!!

THIS

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morsecode-mallard · 27 days

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Good morning to everyone who just found out I have this Morse account I hope you are enjoying the beeping and that Hello Jon apologies for the deception but i wanted to make sure you started deciphering, so I thought it best not to announce myself.

#morse code #just don't mind the following tag ok #just don't worry about it #don't look at it #just trust me ok #->#the magnus archives #tma

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lordgrimwing · 5 months

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Foundlings #01

“Hello,” Nerdanel said softly to the boy sitting on the dinner table, his torn pants rolled up past his knees so she could clean the scrapes and cuts on his legs. “I’m Nerdanel. What’s your name?”

He had a tangled mess of dark brown hair, twigs and leaves sticking out from where they’d gotten tangled. His twin—so perfectly identically there could be no mistaking it—looked no better as he clung to Maedhors, held protectively in her eldest son’s arms.

“Elros,” The one in front of her said in a tiny voice roughened from whatever he’d gone through in the forest.

“Hello, Elros,” She set a wooden bowl half-full of warm water on the table next to him, then held up one of the soft green hand towels Fëanor wove last winter. “I’m going to clean up all these cuts and put a salve on that will help you feel better.”

“Elrond’s hurt worse,” The boy protested weakly, pointing one trembling finger at the drying blood on his brother’s face from a cut on his forehead. “I’m okay.” His voice shook almost as much as his hand.

“He’ll be okay, too,” She assured, dipping the cloth in the water and dabbing away the mud and blood on his shins.

Liquid welled up in his eyes.

“Does it hurt too much?” She asked, softening her touch still further though she was already being as gentle as she would be with a newborn lamb or goat kid.

“Where’s our mom and dad?” he asked instead, tears forming tracks in the dirt on his face.

That, she could not answer save to spare a glance up at her son. He shook his head slightly, either not knowing or not wanting to say until the twins were safely taken care of and tucked into a bed to rest. She feared the worst. They all heard the unnatural wind howling through the trees last night.

“You don’t worry about that right now,” She settled on, scooping two fingers into a jar of pungent, brown ointment. “You’re safe now. Just let the grown-ups worry about all that.”

He flinched when she wiped the numbing salve into the largest cut just under his right knee. She murmured soothing words to him as she worked.

As she finished, Caranthir came over with two mugs of tea made from the roots and bark of several useful plants she harvested every fall. He’d sweetened the drink with honey to hide the bitter taste for children, though he’d refrained from adding goat milk as she’d directed. Milk sometimes reduces the tea’s somnolescent properties.

“Here you go,” She said, passing the mug to the young boy’s hands. “I want you to drink all of this while I take care of your brother. Can you do that for me?”

“Okay,” He whispered, raising it to his lips and sipping the warm drink.

Outside, the sun sank down through the trees, casting a rose gold light across the land.

Fëanor paced in front of his second son, sitting on the step just outside the kitchen door so he could go in quickly if he was needed for something. Besides the two of them and the wandering chickens, the yard was deserted, everyone else away and busy: Celegorm left two days before to hunt an elk at Nerdanel’s request; Caranthir, Amrod, and Amras went into town; and Curufin took his son to catch fish for dinner. Fëanor’s skin itched at having them all so far apart.

“Where did you find them?” Fëanor asked, rubbing a twisted wood and hair figure between the fingers of his right hand to block unnatural ears from listening to the conversation.

It would watch the homestead closely for any sign of the children his sons stole from it. The scrutiny would wane eventually, but until then they must be extra vigilant in keeping it at bay. He’d need to make sure everyone remembered to wear their amulets and keep their talismans close to hand. Celebrimbor, especially, needed to be careful; small as he was he might easily be lured away. Fëanor clutched the figure tighter.

“About an hour passed Lone Lark peak,” Maglor reported. “We found them just before dawn and rode as hard as we dared to get back here.”

The slopes near Lone Lark were steep, with ample loose slate to send any unwary traveler tumbling down the mountain.

Fëanor looked to the north, toward that spot, though there was no way to see it from this side of their mountain. Not so close then, but close enough for it to find them if it wanted the children.

“We didn’t find their parents,” His son continued, his slim shoulders falling. “But I’m sure they’re dead.”

“Why?” He asked sharply. He had to know everything so he could keep the family safe.

Maglor looked up from the grass blade he’d been tearing into thin strips. “Mae found what’s left of the camp. It looked like a bear or a panther attacked them: shredded tent, claw marks on trees, a lot of blood. I can’t guess how those boys escaped and got all the way to Lone Lark.”

“No, no, don’t you see?” Fëanor asked, taking his son by the shoulders, one hand half clasped around the figurine. “Have I not taught you to recognize this? This is Its doing!”

The presence lurking in the trees finally struck again.

“Whatever spared those boys, fate or luck or some greater power, it will come looking for them.”

A terrible feeling deep in his gut told him this was only the beginning of a great and dreadful awakening.

Maglor’s mouth fell open.

“Did you do anything to hide your path back here? Tie mugwart to the horses’ feet? Burn vervain so the ashes fell before you?” He asked.

“No,” Maglor whispered.

“You led it straight here!” Nowhere was safe or totally free from the creature’s reach, but he’d rather it didn’t know exactly where to come looking to finish them off. If the children saw it, it would surely be here soon, seeking to devour them entirely after that small taste. If only his sons hadn’t found them, or else had the sense to ward off any attention before bringing the foundlings home. He had only one choice now.

He unsheathed the sharp knife he kept on his belt.

Maglor stood suddenly, arms out, blocking the door. “Stop, Pa.” He commanded, his gentle voice turning hard. “They’re children. What are you doing?”

Fëanor raised the black knife and pointed it at his son. “Your hair,” He snapped.

“My hair?” The younger elf repeated, teetering on confusion as he realized he may have been hasty in his assumption of ill intent.

“Yes, I need it. Maedhros’ too—and the boys’.” He reached for his son’s long black hair as he spoke. “We saved Celegorm. We’ll save them, too.”

He failed Fingolfin, so many years ago. He wouldn’t let it claim these children too, not now that he’d learned so much.

Maglor untied his hair and bowed his head to Feanor’s blade.

“Something to obscure them, first.” He continued, the pattern and weave appearing in his mind. “Bind you four together to confuse its senses. You’ll need to wear the talismans at all times until I can weave them into the family’s protections.”

He took a handful of hair and severed it near the roots, then wound it several times around his hand, catching the wooden figure under the strands to keep it pressed to his skin.

“I’ll start tonight, with the stars at their brightest.” He could not finish until Celegorm came back and he could take fresh hair from him, too. There was no telling how long that would be, but of all his sons, his third had the keenest senses for the terrible presence haunting the mountains. He may already be riding back toward the safety of their home.

Maglor opened the kitchen door for him, and they went inside. He quickly claimed what he needed from Maedhros and the two drowsy boys sitting on the table.

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closet-of-bones · 8 months

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UHm-

This some SUPER old art now but I ✨️forgot✨️ to post it 'cause I didn't like it but now I kinda like it???

Idk I hope someone else likes it too 👀👉👈

#utmv #ut au #killer sans #dust sans #old art lmao #don't look at it #but do #not too closely tho #I swear I'm better than this now #dusttale #killertale #they're such good friends #Killer definitely saying the dumbest shit rn #Dust is such a mood

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werewolf-cuddles · 11 months

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do we have to like a fandom being infested with incest shipping? like im a fan of a lil indie game called the coffin of andy & leyley and its about like cannibal siblings or whatever and the whole tag and subreddit is like 90% incest, most of the fics are incest. like what if i just want to enjoy the game on its own merits without all this incest, the whole fandom space is ruined for me.

Okay, have you maybe considered using blacklisting tools to curate your fandom experience?

Tumblr and AO3 both have blacklisting tools built in. Instead of bitching to me, some random stranger who has never even played this game, why not try ACTUALLY USING THEM TO FILTER CONTENT YOU DON'T LIKE?

And a quick glance at the subreddit shows me that most of the incest posts are clearly marked and labelled 18+, so really, if you click on them and see incest, that's on you.

You can't control what content other fans make. You don't have to like it, but when there are already options available to you, you really have no excuse not to use them.

#fandumb #ship drama #fanpol drama #also damn infested? really?#that's a really dehumanizing word to use #''i just want to enjoy the game on its own merits''#then do that #nobody's forcing you to look at the incest content #blacklist it #don't look at it #move on with your day

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justhereforeskel · 1 year

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This was originally for the prompt Fisstech and Flowercrowns for the Summer of Eskelpades but, you know, here we are.

I'm not totally happy with it, but if I leave it much longer I'll just want to redo the whole thing anyway so...enjoy? 💜🐺

Full version on PF as normal - link in pinned post!

#eskel #summer of eskelpades #just you know 8 months late #tw3 fanart #eskel x incubus #there's two more flowercrowns in this picture ;)#but there's a reason I'm posting this late on a Saturday #don't look at it #but also there's been a lot of time in this over the months #so I don't just want to throw it out?#bah #my art

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kaklord · 6 months

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Spocktober day 31

#don't look at it #i hate it but i'm too lazy to draw somethin else #i watched rocky horror picture show for the first time could you tell #spocktober #star trek #my art #shitty doodle app strikes again #s'chn t'gai spock

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slimepuppied · 9 months

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mango-season // connor roy - succession. // deserve me - bughunter // esoemoehoed - leanna firestone . // fiona gallagher - shameless. // simplest words - the narcissist cookbook . // succession // vent - jayne bird .

#vent /#this is exclusively for me actually #don't look at it #web weaving #* mine.

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phoenixonwheels · 8 months

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If I do not like what someone is posting about I simply do not read it. RIP everyone else but I'm different.

#curate your experience #if you don't want to see it #don't look at it #it's not rocket science

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good-to-drive · 8 months

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Weedkiller and healing from the overturning of Roe v. Wade

This album is so healing and cathartic and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it on repeat since it came out. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so seen or understood in my entire life, and I just need some room to rant about it lol. Fair warning that this is pretty long.

When the news about Roe v Wade came out I was so angry and upset I couldn't stop shaking. I truly never thought I would live to see this happen. I felt disgusted and afraid and angry and violated, and it felt like no one cared or understood just how horrific and repulsive this is for people with female bodies. Every time I hear about another state restricting abortion rights or refusing to track maternal mortality rates or making birth control harder to access I want to vomit. I know pro-lifers think we're just being dramatic when we say these things, but it's so visceral and horrific to have your bodily autonomy taken away, to feel like you're being crushed by this huge machine that neither knows nor cares that you're a sentient being, not just a vessel. It truly gives me the same feeling that you experience when you watch a movie with body horror and gore. It's not political, it's as intensely personal as anything can be. And although I could find plenty of people expressing sadness at this situation, I couldn't find anything that captured this visceral horror and disgust that is so overwhelming all the fucking time. I felt lost and wrong, like I was less than human in this society and a fool for not knowing my place before. Like the disgust and horror I was feeling made me disgusting because no one else seemed to be feeling it. I think, like most of us with a female body, I felt that I had no right to be horrified that I was being reduced to flesh for men to use, like I should’ve already known that’s all I was.

This album did more than encapsulate and validate that horror. It wrapped it up into a little ball and took aim at it and blasted it into pieces, and left me seething mad and ready to rip the world a new one. World Eater alchemized this horror into a tangible enemy, a machine that kills for pleasure, and WEEDKILLER let me smash that machine to pieces. You Make Me Sick! let me scream to the world that I’m mad, I’m disgusted, I’m dangerous, and I’m allowed to be. Chokehold Cherry Python was like Daisy on steroids, the avenging angel returned darker and more disturbed because the world she inhabits is sicker than we knew. Worms is hysteria and numbness all at once, when the world makes you vomit until you’re dry heaving and only able to laugh at how absurdly cruel this life really is. Cheerleader let me take pride in my femininity without feigning weakness. And Possession of a Weapon made me feel like a dark, wounded goddess, my body grotesquely reduced to pieces in someone else’s chess game, but still in possession of the pussy weapon, the vagina dentata that disgusts and frightens the people who want our bodies to be pliable and abusable.

And then there’s songs like Super Soaker, Moonlight Magic, and Don’t Look At It that express queer female sexuality without shame, because even in an apocalyptic cyberpunk wasteland we’re still only human and our desires deserve to be celebrated. And Want It All, which makes me remember that however fucked up this life is I still want every last piece of it, even the ones that hurt.

The most emotional songs on the album for me were Miss Nectarine and Dying Star. Miss Nectarine is such a delicate and beautiful story about a vulnerable time of life, and so heartbreaking and moving. I think a lot of us relate to the experience of discovering a piece of ourselves that our immediate world is hostile to, and wanting to be strong enough to save ourselves and the ones we love from this reality – wanting to play hero – but being crushed and heartbroken instead. That feeling of powerlessness and heartbreak is especially visceral for me right now, wondering if I or someone I love will be put through forced pregnancy or even killed because of this new political reality I never thought I’d live to see.

Dying Star as the last track was so unexpected, but so, so necessary. It’s like this album transformed my fear and self recrimination into righteous fury, but at the last moment instead of being consumed by it I was given a chance to want something soft. To want the world to listen to me when I say “ouch”, to mourn the magic in me that was drained away even when I repressed myself and behaved like a lady and very politely asked not to be killed. To feel not just angry but hurt that even when I shrink myself and try to be what I’m supposed to be the world still grinds me under its heel. The anger doesn’t drain away – the anger is legitimate, the anger is allowed – but I’m allowed to be gentle, too. To have longing. To have a broken heart. To dream of something or someone that could soothe this pain. The legislation around female bodies is like a dying star, collapsing in on itself and creating this black hole of howling horror and fear. I have been trapped in its orbit, circling and circling the same pain, and breaking orbit might pull me apart but it’s what I truly want. At least, it is now that Ashnikko has allowed me to feel my rage and my disgust and my power and my helplessness, to own them without shame, and then to look beyond them and search for something more.

Sorry this is such a novel, I’ve just been so emotional about this album ever since it came out. The very first time I heard Ashnikko I just knew that finally someone got it. Finally there was a person out there who wasn’t forcing theirself to play nice or perform femininity in the way that was expected. Who wasn’t ashamed of being exactly who they were, feminine and masculine energies combined, expressing gender and the lack thereof in ways that I had never seen before but that felt intuitively right. And honestly this album took it even further. I am so freaking grateful that Ash released this, listening to it was a journey but it was a journey that healed my heart.

Ashnikko, if you ever read this, thank you so much.

#WEEDKILLER #Ashnikko #Possession of a weapon #dying star #chokehold cherry python #roe v wade #tw: abortion #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: death #want it all #you make me sick!#super soaker #moonlight magic #don't look at it #cheerleader #miss nectarine #world eater #worms

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simple-persica · 1 year

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I just thought of this, what if the other states were to find out that Maine writes Stephen King fanfiction? Would they just point and laugh, or wonder what the heck this dude is doing?

They have barely begun to scratch the service of Maine's fanfics

#this is also super rushed #don't look at it #hetalia #statetalia #aph maine #hws maine #aph new york #hws new york #aph vermont #hws vermont #aph washington #cameo lol

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1000-year-old-virgin · 8 months

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Ashnikko - Don't Look At It

#ashnikko #don't look at it #music #2023 #weedkiller #SoundCloud

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ghcstcd · 1 month

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I got fics in my head that if I ever share do not look at me

#there's one of Swiss and Dew that lives rent free but it lacks real plot #some have no smutt. some stories are just that. you know how fanfiction be #but still. my dead body #don't look at it

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scorching-passion · 1 year

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So, I’ve been convinced to post the dumb thing, because it is dumb, and I’m dumb and I dunno why it embarrasses me as I sit here and attempt to ink this thing out so I can make them look all hot and sweaty. But it is dumb and I tried to resist it but I couldn’t because I’M DUMB.

#saphies's shitty doodles #don't look at it #it's dumb and stupid like me #and my stoopid STOOPID brain making me ship this to the point of fucking DISTRACTION #People are asking me if I'm okay #I'M OKAY #I'M JUST LOOOOVE SIIIIIICK #-cries for a thousand years-

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ladyofvoss · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite Day 8: Tepid

adjective - marked by an absence of enthusiasm or conviction

When the thrill of the adventure loses its luster

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I cannot taste it anymore The sharp tang of the thrill The aether on my tongue The wind chaffing my lips

I saw the world as mine The sky was open above me The earth laid beneath my feet I held the torch in my hand to light my way

But then the torch burned me And the earth crushed me And the vortex of the sky nearly claimed me And the void opened wide its maw to swallow me whole

It has turned bitter, the taste of the thrill It mixes with the bile in my throat And settles heavy in my stomach As heavy as the lives laid low, by my hand or in my name

Yet the sun persists on creeping o’er the horizon O’er waking sands and rising stones With blood stains and ghostly silence The dawn mocks me, “Is this not what you want hero?”

And so I rise, sword and bow in hand I cannot step forward with joy It brings me no pleasure The treachery has burrowed too deep

But it must be done The wars must be won And though it is more curse than blessing I am the one to do it

#FFxivWrite2022 #ffxiv writing challenge #prompt 8: tepid #first crack at a poem #whew!#is this even a poem?#don't #don't look at it #this is like a character analysis #for thalia's mindset post ARR #kinda #What do you mean i still have trauma from the ARR finale?#I dunno what you're talking about

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