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theflyingkipper · 3 months

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my name is Dokki or Kips (don't forget the s!) depending on which is easier to pronounce for you. I use he/him/his and it/its. peep/peepself neopronouns are also appropriate.

a lot of my art is signed "SP" although lately ive been signing dokupine at my speculative biology blog. I also have a minecraft/myct blog and a pixar cars blog. I don't post original work there very often, though.

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heckling, bullying, or any unwanted attention, or attempting to get my opinion on discourse will get you blocked. I also block if people have too much personal information in their bios, which is kind of an arbitrary scale. If I do block you, its not a personal attack.

#just realized featured tags are a thing #but ill put navigational tags in here just in case #ttte #kips faves #kips art #kips cant shut up #thank you #real life railway #kips shitposts #kips important things

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 8 months

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Reflections

Chapter Six

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Tom stared at the shaking door, rattling on its hinges from the woman's ire.

Never meet your heroes.

What did that even mean? How the hell was he that woman's hero?

He scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "Fuck." He was such an arse.

That hadn't gone the way he intended. Yes, he wanted to warn her off Kip, but he meant to do so sternly without insult. Instead, he'd insulted her entirely and did so with all the grace of a stampeding ox.

But she'd thrown him off.

Kip spent the last weeks talking about Mia MacAlasdair every chance he got. They emailed. They texted. He giggled like an utter buffoon acting the smitten pup whenever her name popped into his phone. It was the same - or nearly - that he'd done with Serina.

He wouldn't allow his brother to throw away three years of love and his new family for some fling!

Two weeks of waiting for this moment, watching Kip make a fool of himself, and listening to Emma wax poetic about how nice their new resident Mia had only increased his rage.

Then, she walked through the door.

Shock at the absolute beauty of her left him mute. Her chin just reached Kip's shoulders, and her dazzling smile carried all the way to ocean-blue eyes. Her alabaster skin was liberally brushed with freckles as if someone kissed her flesh with gold dust, then returned and did it again. The gold repeated in her copper hair, the strands a little wild where they rested on her shoulders.

She wore jeans that caressed curves made for a man's hands and a wool jumper he would bet money was knit by Agatha Barnes, the village fibre artist. She had a distinct way of layering colours that should appear garish but always seemed to work out in the end. Still, it did little to hide the swell of generous breasts when Mia crouched to set her work down.

She had thighs that could suffocate a man.

The glory of her seized his tongue, rendering him all but mute.

Then Kip started in and renewed his rage when he got to watch her flirt, touch, and tease his brother. Did she have no shame?

Then, when he called her out on her behaviour, she played her part to the nines, denied everything, and left in a huff.

Still, what was that parting remark?

The door swung open with a bang and made him wince. Did no one remember the castle was old?

"What the fuck did you do?"

As it was only half a minute since Mia left, he imagined Kip saw enough of her exit to deduce they'd argued.

"I fixed your mistake before you made it," Tom replied calmly, eyeing the package leaning against his desk.

"Fixed my- What mistake?" Kip frowned.

"Come off it, Kip! You were halfway to an indiscretion, and you know it!" Tom bellowed.

His jaw dropped. "You think that I- that Mia and I-" He barked a short laugh, then thrust his hand through his hair as he began to pace. "Of course, you do because, for some reason, you believe I'm still twenty and stupid! You right wank! What did you say to her?"

Tom scowled. "Please, Kip. I've seen you work. I know how you treat women. What would Serina think of your new side piece?"

Kip threw up his hands. "She knows, you fucking cock! She knows all about Mia, her art, and I commissioned a piece for her. She's read the emails and texts and even texted Mia herself. Fuck, you're a piece of work! You could have asked, but no! You assumed the worst of me again and arsed it up!"

Tom blinked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Mia isn't some home-wrecking, gold-digging hussy! God dammit, Tom! Tell me you didn't threaten her? Tell me, for the love of Highpark, you did not put your hands on her!"

He hadn't seen Kip this upset in a long time and slowly came to the realization he'd muffed it. Badly. "I… may have grabbed her arm when she went to walk away."

Kip's face paled, then burned a scary sort of red. "You. Did. What?"

"I didn't hurt her and let go when she told me to."

Kip scrubbed his hands over his face. "People in the village talk to Emma. Cora talks to Emma. But everyone talks when there is gossip to have. The only person who doesn't listen to that gossip is you!" he roared, shaking his fist. "If you bothered to listen, you would know Mia arrived at Ashwood Farm sporting a week-old shiner lovingly given to her by her ex-fiance!"

Tom stumbled back and sat on the edge of his desk. "What?"

"You put hands on an abused woman. You accused the sweetest, kindest, gentlest woman of being a homewrecker. And do you know the worst of it all?"

Tom didn't need to respond, knowing Kip would tell him whether he wanted to hear it or not. Kip mad was something to see, but a quiet mad Kip was damn scary.

He crossed the room to scowl out the window. "She didn't have a clue who I was when we met until I teased her with a few movie titles. She recognized Ragnarok, the only movie of mine she knew was Thor fucking Ragnarok because "she liked the other guy better." The one who played Loki first."

His jaw dropped. "What? She actually knew there was a difference?" So many people had no idea they'd switched him out for Kip until the press tours started, and his brother was praised for doing such a good job.

Loki's army, virtually en masse and overnight, became Kip's fans instead. He didn't want to admit how much that hurt when replacing him in the industry he once adored seemed so easy.

"She knew. She said you had passion. She called your scene with Chris during Avengers magic. That single tear when you sneered sentiment was magic."

Tom frowned. He may be flattered, but he'd had his fair share of obsessed crazies back in the day.

"Fuck off, don't even," Kip huffed before he could ask. "Emma's been poking at her, but she didn't even know your name until we informed her that the previous Loki was our brother Tom. She doesn't watch movies often, and what telly she enjoys appears to be of the home improvement genre."

Just then, thunder cracked loudly over the house, causing the windows to rattle and lights to flicker.

"Bloody hell!" Kip cursed. "It's like the skies opened!"

Tom glanced out the window and watched it come down in sheets. "I'll find Mia and apologize. She said she was having tea with Emma."

Kip squinted. "Not anymore. She's driving off."

"In this?" Tom barked.

"Seems she's desperate to leave. Wonder why that could be?" Kip snapped.

Tom was running before he made the conscious thought to do so.

Mia muttered curses on the head of Tom Hiddleston as she drove slowly around the castle. It was like a wall of water falling on her, making it nearly impossible for the wipers to keep up. As the humidity climbed, the condensation inside the cab made the widows foggy, but she couldn't make the defog work in Henry's truck.

She glanced down to try and find the right button again, glanced up to make sure she wasn't going to drive off the road, and stomped both feet on the brake, causing the truck to skid to a stop, sputter, and die.

A man was heaving for breath, bare inches from becoming a hood ornament.

Mia shoved open the door, leaned into the downpour and screamed, "Are you out of your corn-fed mind!"

Tom rounded the side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. "You're the one who nearly hit me."

"You ran out in front of my vehicle in the pouring rain! Gods, do you have a death wish on top of being an asshole?" she shrieked, now mad and wet.

He squinted, hair dripping, nose dripping.

Why was he still so pretty?

"I thought Kip said you were Canadian. Aren't Canadians supposed to be ridiculously nice?"

She glared and snapped, "We're perfectly lovely until you piss in our timbits!"

He arched a brow. "That was decidedly rude. How very unCanadian of you."

Incised, Mia leaned out the door, subjecting herself to the rain to get nose-to-nose with him. "Don't you know the Geneva Convention was created because Canadians decided rules of engagement were more like suggestions? So test me, Hiddleston. See what happens."

His grin spread quickly. Then he laughed.

It wasn't fair. No man should look that good soaking wet, nor should a laugh make things that were hella dormant wake up and stretch. Her freaking ovaries quivered at the sound.

"If you're just going to bray like an ass, I'll thank you to shut the door," she huffed.

He didn't quit laughing but reached inside, put the truck in park, and stole the keys.

"What the fuck?" Mia muttered, too stunned to stop him.

"You flooded it. You won't be going anywhere for a time. Might as well come in, get dry, and have tea with my sister. Besides, you're so mad you didn't even realize you're driving on the wrong side of the road."

She eyed his offered hand like a snake waiting to bite her. "This one-eighty you've done is giving me whiplash. Did you crack your head at some point during your sprint through the castle? How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three.

His smile faded into something that looked a lot like contrition. "Mia." He leaned into the cab so the rain bounced off his back instead of his head. "I owe you a massive apology. Kip explained that I had it all wrong, that you and he are only a strange sort of friends," he smiled a little, "and I'm a tosser for putting my hands on you after what you went through before you came here."

Mia blinked. "Is a tosser an asshole?"

"A supreme one," he chuckled.

"Then I accept your apology," she nodded. "And don't worry about the grabbing my arm thing. If you hadn't let go, I would have made you." He frowned and glanced between her eyes as if looking for bruising. "I left because he hit me. It was once, and he only succeeded because he surprised me. Colt's thing was words and subtle barbs, not fists."

"It shouldn't have been either, love," he murmured.

Oh, that was a dangerous word and a wholly unreasonable feeling it produced when he said it.

"No man has the right to touch a woman in violence." He stepped back out in the rain and held out his hand again. "Come on. If we run, it won't be so bad."

Mia looked at the sky and back at him. "I'm half soaked just sitting here. I'll be fully wet getting out!"

A slow grin crawled across his lips. "Then let's get wet, love."

Large red danger signs flashed in her mind, but Mia was already reaching for his hand. He tugged her into the rain and right up against him so he could shut the door to the truck, then stared down at her for a half second more as Mia licked her lips, tasting the rain.

His eyes darkened, but he turned on his heels and dragged her into a sprint that took them around the side of the castle to an open set of patio doors.

Once inside, with the rain shut out, they stood dripping on the hardwood of an extremely fancy parlour and stared at each other for long heartbeats as water plopped on the floor.

"I'm dripping-"

Tom hummed and flexed his hands.

"-all over your floor."

His dark gaze raked down her body and back up, locking with her eyes as he murmured, "Then let's get you out of those clothes."

She reached for his hand, but instead of following him, she used his arm to steady herself as she toed out of her shoes and peeled off her wet socks.

"That won't help the trail we leave behind," he chuckled.

Mia shrugged. "It's the polite thing to do."

He shook his head before following her lead, unlacing short boots and peeling off wet socks.

She looked away. A barefoot man should not be sexy. Why the hell was it so sexy?

When he offered his hand, his smile knowing, she took it, allowing him to lead her where he would, packing her dripping shoes and socks along with her.

Mia sat in a parlour out of Downton Abbey, warm wool socks on her feet, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweater lent to her by Tom. It was a weird way to end up in a man's clothes, borrowed after being thoroughly soaked, thanks to him, but it wasn't as if she could wear Emma's.

Upon seeing them dripping down the hall, his sister's shriek of distress had echoed and caused every servant within hearing distance - which was quite a lot - to pour into the hall and gape as the Lord of Highpark walked barefoot and soggy toward the stairs.

He scolded Emma for making a scene, but it lacked conviction when Emma rounded crossly on him and launched into a beautiful dressing down. It tickled Mia to no end to hear Emma call her brother a slew of names in her cultured accent and then demand he apologize.

Mia snickered when he sheepishly said he already had, earning a side-eye and amused smirk that made her shiver.

Emma scoffed but immediately began to fuss, insisting Mia be led upstairs and allowed to shower before she 'caught her death,' then insisted Tom provide alternate clothing as there was no way Mia could borrow any of hers.

Mia wanted to protest but knew it was stupid. She was soaked to the bones and gratefully agreed, as the idea of standing under hot running water was appealing.

Still clinging to Tom's hand - as he wouldn't let her go - Mia climbed their fancy stairs, trying not to stare like a ninny.

Emma and no less than three maids separated her from Tom, herding her in one direction as his fingers lingered, skimming her palm as he reluctantly released her.

She glanced back in time to watch him walk the other way. Her traitorous heart fluttered when he flexed his hand, making her wonder if his also tingled.

Emma insisted she give over her clothes so they could be washed and dried.

After much fussing, they returned downstairs, where Mia was bundled before the fireplace, given a lap quilt, tea, and cookies.

The entire experience was surreal.

"You're sure he apologized?" Emma fretted, scowling at the door as if Tom would appear at any moment.

He hadn't. The clothes were waiting on the bed when she got out of the shower, but since then, she hadn't seen so much as a hair of the oldest Hiddleston.

"He did. Though, I gave him what for first. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle?" Mia grumbled, nibbling the edge of her lemon-flavoured cookie.

Emma glanced at the door again and sighed. "Tom doesn't like any of us driving in weather like this. That's how accidents happen."

“Accidents?” Mia murmured.

The wane smile on Emma's lips slipped. "Our parents were killed in a storm like this. A car lost control, sending them off the road. The crash killed them both instantly."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I lost my parents to a house fire."

Emma gasped. "Oh, Mia! I knew they passed when you were young, but I didn't know how. Were you home at the time?"

She shook her head. "I was sleeping over at my friend's house. The police woke her parents, and they had to tell me. I was eleven. Someone said they died of smoke inhalation in their sleep. It was unlikely they ever woke up before…" She swallowed thickly and looked away.

"At least there is that," Emma smiled.

"Small comforts when you're little," she sighed, then shook her head. "Well, this conversation turned morbid."

Emma chuckled. "Should I ask about your ex and get all the ugly out of the way?"

"There's not much to tell there. Colt and I met in the last year of university. At first, he was amazing. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up in foster care, and unfortunately, you hit eighteen, and you're on your own. I worked a few years first to save money for school, went back late, but got my fine arts degree. A fat lot of good it does you though. It's not the most sought-after degree in the job market." Mia rolled her eyes, causing Emma to snort. "He was in his last year of law. We became friends and then started dating. Two years later, I moved in with him. Everything changed with the pandemic."

"It was hard, even on us." Mia frowned, but Emma shrugged. "Running Highpark is expensive, but we love it. We do what we can to keep it going."

"I should know that. So many places like this have turned to tours and rental options to keep them afloat. Plus, I've seen your website."

Emma scoffed. "Hack job of a cut and paste." She cast Mia a devious side-eye. "Perhaps an art major would be willing to give us a hand?"

Mia chuckled. "I majored in fine art, not computer design, but I can help with colour theory if you want."

"I want," Emma begged. "I feel like a five-year-old designed that thing."

"You?" Mia snickered.

"Kip," she scoffed.

Mia giggled. "Well, that makes perfect sense."

"An artist he is not," Emma chuckled. "He tried, but that's not his cuppa."

"You didn't want a professional to do it?"

Emma sighed and slumped against the sofa back. "At the time, we couldn't. We didn't know how bad it was before Mum and Dad died. I was gone, married to Ethan already. Tom was off being a rising star, with Kip chasing his heels. You can imagine the shock when, after the funeral, we discovered Highpark was so close to foreclosure that the bank was breathing down our collective necks. But we couldn't let it go. It's our home, all we've known, and so much of our history is wrapped up here. Tom gave up his career to come home and sort it but insisted Kip keep striving for his dreams. He tried to stop Ethan and I from moving back, but I insisted. Besides, Highpark is good for the boys."

She had sent the kids off to pester Kip, causing peels of laughter to reverberate down the hall at odd intervals.

Emma explained that the eastern wing of the castle was strictly for family, whereas the western wing and great hall were open to the public. After a few months, they brought in the cafe and expanded into weddings, resulting in a smashing success, rapidly bringing Highpark back into the black.

Now, with Ethan and Tom working on bettering the bloodline of the stud - something their family had run for generations but her father showed little interest in, allowing it to falter - they had two thriving businesses that weathered the chaos of Covid quite well.

Mia could tell Emma was very proud of her family, especially her brother Tom and his sacrifices to save their family home.

"Sadly, Colt and I didn't weather the pandemic," Mia sighed, accepting another cookie and a sandwich for her plate before thrusting her hand through her hair.

"It was bad?"

"It didn't start out that way. I think the forced proximity, working from home, constantly in each other's space grated on him. We had a decent-sized apartment, but there's only so many places you can go in fourteen hundred square feet."

Emma winced. "I suppose there is."

"I made a lot of excuses for him, missed a lot of red flags." Mia watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. "Some I didn't even see until I was on a plane halfway across the Atlantic reflecting on what happened. He started seeing someone else a year ago."

"He cheated? That bastard!" Emma cried.

Mia flashed her a halfhearted smile. "It was pretty clear we were only going through the motions by then. There was no intimacy. We barely spoke to each other. I tried, but he would yell, scream really, and punch walls." Sighing, she rubbed her forehead. "I should have left when that started, but I had a shit job that barely covered my costs and no way of affording a place on my own. I didn't even have a car to live out of because I always used city transit."

Letting her head fall back on the sofa, Mia stared at the ceiling, very high and decorated with fancy plaster.

"What about other friends?"

The self-deprecating laugh escaped before she could stop it. "Didn't have any."

"No one?" Emma whispered, taken aback.

Mia sighed. "I'm… a bit quirky. My brain doesn't work like everyone else's. It's easy for me to fall into a project and stay there until someone pulls me out. The single-minded focus can be acute to the point that I don't see anyone or anything else until it's done. Friends would reach out, but when I stopped reaching back… they gave up. I never meant to ignore them; it just happens."

"People are shit."

Mia glanced at Emma. The sympathy, understanding, and annoyance invading her face was a surprise.

"I understand better than you think," she sighed, picking at the sleeve of her sweater. "You wouldn't know, but I'm not the typical lady of the manor. I was a bit of a disappointment to my parents, a little too loud, too exuberant, too fanciful. They didn't understand me. Thankfully, Kip, Tom, and Ethan do. We moved back from the north, and like you, I lost most of the friends I made when I was no longer 'available' because Highpark became my focus."

"I wondered," Mia teased. "You don't remind me of Lady Mary Crawley at all."

Emma burst out laughing. "Oh, thank the universe for that!"

Mia chuckled, ate her sandwich, and groaned. "Gods, everyone's bread tastes like freaking ambrosia."

"Bread doesn't taste good in Canada?" Emma snickered.

Mia shook her head. "Store bought isn't the same. I swear Cora's going to make me fat."

"Oh, please! You're a stick compared to my hips!"

"Besides, with that fiery temperament, you would burn off everything you eat."

The comment came from the doorway where Tom leaned against the frame.

Casually dressed in dark pants and a blue polo shirt that matched the colour of his eyes, he smiled to indicate he was teasing before stalking into the room in a pair of well-worn boots with a black jacket slung over his arm. His curls were slightly more russet than Kip's and tumbled over his forehead, giving a boyish bent to his impish grin.

The man was not allowed to look so damn fine.

"I assure you I'm perfectly polite on most occasions. It's not my fault you're cynical," she smirked.

He raised his free hand in a gesture of surrender. "Yes, alright. I admit I was an arse in the worst way possible. I thought you'd forgiven me. Perhaps I was mistaken?"

Mia lifted her chin at his raised eyebrow. "Maybe I like watching you grovel?"

"Should I get down on my knees and beg, love?"

"I thought you were the one demanding everyone kneel?" she quipped, sipping the last of her tea.

Tom stalked across the room, braced his hands on the arms of her chair, and leaned in. "Is that how you speak to a God?"

Mia barked a quickly covered laugh. "You'd be surprised."

There was a flicker of confusion before his grin spread. "Cheeky wench."

She gasped in mock affront. "Wench! How dare you?"

Tom laughed and stood, shaking his head. "And here I keep expecting to find this polite Canadian Kip speaks of."

"We're polite, not pushovers," Mia snickered.

Gods, she could smell him now. Citrus and musk, something orangey and masculine that made her insides quiver like jello.

"Are you interrupting for a reason, Thomas?" Emma asked, clearly amused by both of them.

"The rain ended. I thought Mia might like to see the rest of Highpark now that we are no longer in danger of floating away."

His blue eyes offered a challenge Mia was helpless to resist. "I'm not sure my clothes will be dry yet."

"Then wear mine," he practically purred, hand outstretched. "We'll borrow you a pair of wellies if yours are still damp and be off."

Mia studied him for a moment before glancing at Emma. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" she beamed, popping up from her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. "Have fun, you two!"

Mia blinked after her retreating back in surprise. "She's… spritely."

Tom snickered. "Emma is chaos personified in a person. She's a whirlwind, capable of bending people to her will when they least want to."

The description was so apt Mia laughed as she took his hand and threw off her lap quilt. "Maybe, but I think she's awesome."

He grasped her fingers, and Mia had to fight not to react to the sparks that shot up her arm. Then he pulled her closer, into the circle of his body heat, sending shivers down her spine again.

"I imagine she feels the same way about you, love," Tom murmured, his eyes intense on her face. His jacket landed on her empty chair before his free hand pressed into her lower back. He didn't pull her closer, just held her firmly in place.

"I deeply regret what I said earlier."

Mia tipped her head. "Which part? That I was making a play for your brother or that I'm a strumpet?"

Twin spots of colour burned into his cheeks. "All of the above. Kip once was so much a playboy it got him in trouble, but Serina has been good for him, and he is smitten with their daughter. I didn't want to see him make a mistake that could ruin everything he's worked for."

She peered up at him as the fire crackled in its grate. "That's your thing, isn't it?"

"My thing?"

"You rescue people." His family home, his brother, she wouldn't be surprised if he pulled Emma out of trouble along the line, too.

Pain cracked his smile. "Better the rescuer than the villain."

The regret leaching into his smile hurt her heart, causing her to tease, "But you played such an excellent villain." She tilted up her chin. "Though, he wasn't truly a villain at all, was he?"

"Misunderstood," he murmured, his gaze drifting from her eyes.

"He had a shit foster dad. I know how that is." Mia's eyes darted down to his mouth.

Tom licked his lips. "Do you?"

"Yeah. But what your Loki did wasn't his fault. He was tortured and brainwashed. I saw that in Avengers."

His grin grew. "I bet you did."

Before she could stop herself, entranced by the man's delectable mouth, Mia murmured, "Loki appreciates how well you played the part. He's still mad about the hair, though."

"Pardon?"

Mia started, blushed crimson, and attempted to step away, but he didn't let her, keeping her trapped in a dancer's embrace.

"It's nothing!" she insisted.

Tom tilted his head, studying her with narrowed eyes. "You say Gods when you curse. You talk of Loki as if you speak to him instead of about him. And you've yet to set foot in any of Kelso's churches. Are you Pagan?"

That took her by surprise. Everyone in town really did know everyone else's business.

Mia sighed. "Norse Pagan with Lokean leanings."

"Really?" he grinned.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was Lokean long before you played Loki," she huffed.

"I did so much research into the practice, Loki, and the Eddas to play that part, but couldn't find anyone who would talk to me directly about their practice."

Bright puppy eyes begged down at her.

Mia chuckled. "You still have questions?"

"So many questions!" he laughed.

"I'm happy to answer from my perspective. I can't speak for other people's practice, but I'll talk about mine."

"Brilliant!" He beamed.

"Just… don't tell everyone and their dog."

He frowned. "Why?"

"People can be judgy asshats who don't understand the difference between fiction and faith."

"I can understand that. And if I say something offensive, feel free to kick me in the shin."

Mia chuckled. "I will."

He laughed and shook his head. "I don't doubt you will, love. Don't doubt it at all."

Next Chapter

#reflections #au tom hiddleston fiction #rpf #real people fiction #tom hiddleston

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cringelordofchaos · 4 months

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a quick about me •

Born during pride month - 🏳️‍🌈 - ona/xe/any

Names: aždaja, kip, toki, nada, stix, domino, goblin

I draw sometimes ?

obsessed w tmf drew at the moment

Патња ме увек прати, од небеса па надаље. Не зна ми се начин спаса. Али га тражим.

🇷🇸 (Serbian), sorry if I ever accidentally make it my entire personality

feel free to send hate anons lmao

Још увек тражим своју истину. Верујем да је могуће да сам је већ нашла, али ми треба још начин бега.

my head hurts constantly LOL 💯💯

sticks the badger. is real !! Need I say more ?

No consistent personality sorry

⛰️🌲🍃🌫️🏞️🌄🌑🌕🪶🕊️🐺 I WANNA RUN AWAY INTO THE WOODS !!!

please block the tag #vent? like among us?, if you are uncomfortable with vents

I tag rebllgs of specific fandom stuff only with fandom acronyms (eg. I will tag sonic fanart with #sth, and #others art,)

might commit to Christianity idk

🌌🌃✨ CAN WE PRETEND THAT THE AIRPLANES IN GHE NIGHT SKY ARE LOLE SHPOTING STATS

Most likely addicted to social media (uh oh.)

I like to sing but I'm horrubleeeeeeeeee at it man

I might try out song/poet writing out more

that's it for now I think

bue

#obligatory post of introduction #intro post

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merveiilles · 2 years

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𝓗ey there, I’m Kip "kippy/kiki" (she/they. est. canadian. dob;; nov 8th. 29yrs old) Welcome to my blog ❝𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑺❞ ( derived from the French word “merveilles” (mer-veys) – popular Latin * miravella, from classical Latin mirabilia, amazing things, wonders, etc.) Indie Roleplay Multimuse. Selective. Mutual only. Multi established 2016.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄;; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeme source;; kipscorner ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤrp blogs;; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmerveiilles || roidefroid || sialiia || falkenar || feiiizhu

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ carrd ] [ open rps] [memes] [ other multimuse tags] * if you are sending a meme, please tell me which one it is from (if it's older than one day since reblog) **if a tag is broken (aka links to nothing on my blog when it's supposed to.) do let me know, I might have missed it.

#// also- please dni with this post. thank you <3

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feiiizhu · 2 months

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ㅤㅤ𝓗ey there, I’m Kip "kippy/kiki" (she/they. eastern timezone. canadian. dob;; nov 8th. 29yrs old) Welcome to my blog ❝𝒁𝑬𝑰𝑰𝒁𝑯𝑼❞ ( derived from the mandarin words “fēi-zhū” (flying boar/pig) since the Beifong's are the house of the flying boar – Indie Roleplay Single Muse Blog. Established July 11th 2014. Remade 2021. moved due to chronic pain and returned 2024! Selective. Mutual only.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒...;; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbolinity || dragetunge || raavafused || toranoya || airteacher ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤaiirmaster || ceruleanbender || seabiscuit

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒;; - Please do not send inbox chain mail! Thank you~! ♡ - Please do not send real starters via inbox. inbox memes are okay. - please do not use fan art for icons in replies, it makes me uncomfortable. - *The Events of RotE where the Beifong’s forgive Kuvira so easily do not apply here. My Opal harbours a grudge against her step-sister. -ATLA verse available!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ carrd ] ㅤ[ open rps] ㅤ[memes] Important tags below the ‘read more’ in alphabetical order. will make a google doc later for tags. ♡

Out of Character;; :x: random babbling ( ooc ) :x: time to get into shenanigans! ( memes ) :x: feast your eyes upon me! ( mun face ) :x: this goes right at the top! ( pinned post ) :x: hello... its me ( self promo ) :x: starter call In Character;; :x: this was made especially for you ( closed starters ) :x: character development time! ( headcanons ) :x: graceful as the wind ( musings and aesthetics ) :x: in the open air ( open rps ) :x: variety of words ( verse info ) :x: i dont know where do put this yet... ( verse tba ) Misc;; :x: we just got a letter... i wonder who its from? ( inbox ) :x: shield your eyes! ( nsfw implied mentioned or present ) :x: this absolute friggin queen! ( voiceclaim;; alyson stoner ) Character tags;; :x: the blind bandit ( grandma toph ) :x: you don't choose your bison. he chooses you ( juicy ) :x: incredible daughter. sister. friend. and soon to be airbending master ( reflection )

#:x: this goes right at the top! ( pinned post )#// realized I had the old editor oop-#// please dont interact with this post. <3 (no likes or comments)

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gokailyger84 · 3 years

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As of November 23 2020 the g/rumps have changed their stance on shipping.

In the video Mario 35 D/an brings it up at the 23:10 mark.

Now, they were specifically talking about explicit fanart and fanfics and coming across it or fearing people they know finding it, much like what happened with Mar/kip/lier and Jac/ksep/tic/eye.

This is what D/an said: “To anyone drawing pornographic pictures or writing sex fanfiction about me and A/rin or B/rian or anyone else, we’re not mad at you, just saying I would be real grateful if you took it down, stop doing that because it makes me feel really bad.”

and a later follow up (they were laughing during this part)

A/rin: "But when you involve a wiener."

D/an: "Yeah as soon as wieners appear that changes everything."

A/rin: "Changes the vibe."

D/an: "Changes the vibe of the whole room."

I’m not going to tell you that sfw shipping is okay because I don’t know if they meant that as well but just in case, I’m going to just stop in general.

Polygrumps has been a thing since 2012 and over the years the various gru/mps and employees that have come and gone have said whether they were okay or not okay with shipping.

Those of us in the fandom made sure to ask permission and did our best to keep it out of the main tags. It’s been eight years and now the show is back down to two grumps and they have given us an update. How you choose to interpret their words is up to you.

If you have n/sfw content, I suggest cleaning up your blogs and user lock or private any fics or art on ao3. What I don’t suggest is going on a massive deletion spree like when D/an revealed his relationship with Ash/ley. At least give others a few days to download your fics.

I know this is a bummer, especially for this year but we had our fun.

Now for the next part.

We still have many fictional characters related to the gr/umps that can be shipped. While they were specific about explicit content, they also talked about how they are real people with feelings. (we all know that and that’s a separate issue most people don’t understand about shippers. shipping real people but it’s not really them.)

In the N/S/P universe we have:

Dan/ny Sex/bang

Nin/ja Bri/an

Ego/raptor (yes this is a character ever since A/rin dropped the name in the g/rumps title screen and he now only appears with Star/bomb)

A/rin Neverbone

Samurai Ba/rry

Mort/ermer (i’m iffy on this one since she wasn’t named but appears in videos and S/uzy pretty much dropped her youtube personas)

We still have everyone in the Good Game Universe.

We could even revive the Dream Daddy shipping.

We also have the Game Gyaru universe.

Daniella

Arina

Rose

Brina/Brianna (is that Bri/an’s gyaru name?)

So, it’s not the end of the world.

#polygrumps

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ao3feed-mfmm · 5 years

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Victorian Secrets

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2CvbftM

by 221A_brina, PhryneFicathon

Phryne gets the gang to help on a charity endeavor.

Words: 1450, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Elizabeth MacMillan, Jane Ross, Kip, Prudence Stanley, Tobias Butler, Hugh Collins, Dorothy "Dot" Williams

Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher & Elizabeth MacMillan, Phryne Fisher & Jane Ross, Elizabeth MacMillan & Jane Ross, Jane Ross & Kip

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Charity Event, Fashion Show, Art show, Art Auction, Real life charity, Runway models, Ev’ry Girl’s Crazy ‘Bout a Sharp Dressed Man, Wing-ing it, What's Victoria's Secret?, Real life celebrity Aussies, Hugh'll never guess, Can I Buy You For Dinner?, bang for your buck, What's for dessert?, Hungry Jack!

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2CvbftM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mfmm

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kipcrimes-alt · 15 days

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#dimentio #kip art tag real #doodle #spm

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theflyingkipper · 1 year

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hello, my names kips (with the s) and I like thomas the tank engine and death grips :D my pronouns are he/him. I also like it/its and just recently took interest in peep/peepself.

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my art is signed "SP" after an old url (shortiepunk)

I also have specbio , pixar cars, and minecraft blogs. None of these are as active as this blog, though!

to people migrating from ttte twitter: hello! I hope you enjoy your stay

heckling, bullying, or any unwanted attention will get you blocked. I also block if people have too much personal information in their bios, which is kind of an arbitrary scale. If I do block you, its not a personal attack.

This also applies to anyone who decides to heckle or bully other people in TTTE tumblr. Its rude, dont do it.

I don't engage with any petty fighting or discourse. I am here to have fun and post about trains.

#intro post #figured I would make a new pinned post with the influx of new people #going to list tags for navigation #me talking #kips cant shut up #kips art #thank you #writing #real life railway #kips shitposts #kips important things

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foryourart · 6 years

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Image courtesy of REDCAT.

Thursday, November 30

Course: One-Day Workshop: Collage in Fine Art, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

Scholarship Award Exhibition, UCLA (Westwood), 5–8pm.

Valeska Soares: Sense and Sensuality, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 5:30–7pm.

LAXART Benefit Auction and Cocktail Party , The Penthouse of Ten Thousand  (Century City), 6–9pm. $200.

Artist and scholar walkthroughs: Raquel Guitierrez, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 6pm.

CraftNight: Downtown LA Clay Laboratory Night, Craft & Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 6–8pm.

TATTOO: STORIES OF IDENTITY AND CULTURE LECTURE SERIES: Black and Gray: California's Homegrown Style, Natural History Museum (Downtown), 6pm.

In Person: Dan McCleary, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Beach), 6pm.

Paul Brach Lecture Series: Helen Molesworth, CalArts (Valencia), 7pm.

Writing Now Reading Series: Lily Hoang, CalArts (Valencia), 7–10pm.

Talleres: Experimental Women Filmmakers from Latin America, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Cuba: Antes, Ahora / Then, Now – Artist Conversations, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 7:30–9pm.

Talk: The Director’s Series: Michael Govan and Alejandro G. Iñárritu, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm. Sold out.

District 798 – Dissident Chinese Performance Artwork, Think Tank Gallery (Downtown), 7:30–10:30pm. Thursdays through Sundays through December 10.

Charles Atlas, Rashaun Mitchell, Silas Reiner: Tesseract, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $12–25. Through December 3.

Friday, December 1

CNP Special Invitation: Fantômas: Revenge of the Image, CalArts (Valencia), 12:30pm.

Our Iliad, CalArts (Valencia), 2 and 8pm. Through December 4.

WHAP! Lecture Series: Art and the Long Downturn, West Hollywood Public Library (West Hollywood), 2:30–6pm.

Claudia Concha Perea, Citrus Studios (Santa Monica), 6–10pm.

Tariq Alvi, Reaching For The Beginning, Michael Benevento (Koreatown), 6–8pm.

3rd annual Slamdance DIG: Digital, Interactive & Gaming, Big Pictures Los Angeles (Mid-City), 6–9pm.

Skid Row 3on3 Streetball League, Skid Row History Museum & Archive (Downtown), 7pm.

Kent Merriman Jr., Ignominious, Bel Ami (Chinatown), 7–10pm.

ALL ABOUT ART: CUBAN ARTISTS' INGENUITY, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 7–9pm.

HIGHLIGHT World AIDS Day - Home Video: Media Art in Response to HIV/AIDS, The Broad (Downtown), 7:30pm.

31st Anniversary Drawing Show and Rodney Bingenheimer: Santa's got a GTO Vol. 2 Record Release Party, La Luz de Jesus (Los Feliz), 8–11pm.

Vinny Golia Large Ensemble, CalArts (Valencia), 8–11pm.

Kiss by Guillermo Calderón, CalArts (Valencia), 8pm. Continues December 2.

Opening, The Chronicles Of LA (location revealed with RSVP), Continues December 2.

Saturday, December 2

Holiday Market, Hauser & Wirth (Downtown), 11am–6pm. Continues December 3.

Holiday Gifts, Long Beach Museum of Art (Long Beach), 11am–5pm. Continues December 3.

Workshop: INHABITANTS, A Physical Theatre Activation Lab with Gema Galiana + Emily Meister, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 11:30am–3pm. $35.

Museum of Failure, A+D Architecture and Design Museum (Downtown), 12pm.

Open Studios Day, Angels Gate Cultural Center (San Pedro), 12–4pm.

Circular Knitting on a Loom Workshop with Tanya Aguiñiga, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 1–4pm.

Docent-Led Tour, Claire Trevor School of the Arts (Irvine), 1–2pm.

Bellini and the Renaissance Imagination, Getty Center (Brentwood), 2pm.

Malpaso Dance Company, The Music Center (Downtown), 2 and 7:30pm.

Judith F. Baca & Amalia Mesa-Bains: In Conversation, CSU Northridge (Northridge), 2pm.

Magu’s Mental Menudo Discussion Forum, UCI Claire Trevor School of the Arts (Irvine), 2–6pm. Also December 16.

Radical Covers, CalArts (Valencia), 2–4pm.

MAK Architecture Tour 2017: R.M. Schindler Architecture Tour & Inglewood Block Party, various location (Inglewood), 3–7pm.

The Evolution of Fragility: Toward a New History of the Ancient World, Getty Center (Brentwood), 4pm.

Mano-Made: New Expression in Craft by Consuelo Jimenez Underwood, Craft in America Center (Beverly Grove), opening reception and talk, 4pm.

Holiday Drinks!, 1301PE (Miracle Mile), 4–6pm.

SBC SoLA Gallery’s Small Works Exhibit and Fundraiser, SOLA Gallery (Leimert Park), 4–7pm.

Caroline Larsen: Poolside and Dominic Terlizzi: A Spirit Knows A Shadow Shows, Craig Krull Gallery (Santa Monica), 5–7pm.

PATRICK MARTINEZ: AMERICA IS FOR DREAMERS, Vincent Price Art Museum (Monterey Park), 5–7pm.

JAMES MARSHALL (AKA DALEK): The Space Monkey Returns, Thinkspace (Culver City), 6–9pm.

Cali Thornhill Dewitt: SAFE WORDS, Karma International (Mid-City), 6–8pm.

VANESSA BEECROFT, PIO PICO (Mid-City), 6–9pm.

Silke Albrecht, MIER Gallery (West Hollywood), 6–8pm.

Hugh Holland: Silver. Skate. Seventies., M+B Photo (Hollywood), 6–8pm.

It’s All Good…, Diane Rosenstein Gallery (Hollywood), 6–9pm.

Ovahness 12: Gothic Playground, 356 Mission (Downtown), 7pm. $40.

HELEN REBEKAH GARBER: THAUMATURGY, ICHIRO IRIE: GARMONBOZIA SAGRADA, and DAVID DIMICHELE: REAL AND UNREAL, Denk Gallery (Downtown), 6–8pm.

Marisa Takal: Beyond Oy Too Scared to Ha-Ha and Grant Levy-Lucero: Central, Night Gallery (Downtown), 7–10pm.

William Anastasi, Ghebaly Gallery (Downtown), 7–10pm.

Ron English: TOYBOX: America in the Visuals, Attaboy: Grow in the Dark, Lauren Marx, Patrick Faalufua: Le Pe’a Teine, Miho Hirano 2017: The Beauties of Nature, Corey Helford Gallery (Downtown), 7–11pm.

Music: Chagall Concert: Mikhail Rudy and the LA Opera, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm.

PANG!, 24th Street Theatre (Downtown), 7:30pm. Also December 3.

FUEGO: A NIGHT IN PUERTO RICO, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 7–10pm.

That Bad Donato: The L.A. Brazil Connection, UCLA (Westwood), 8pm. $29–59.

Hi, Solo #5 10 artists . 1 city . 3 - minute solos, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 8:30–10pm.

Sunday, December 3

WORKSHOP: Basic Self-Defense: Jodi Darby, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 10am–12pm. $10–20.

CAAM Book Club: We Should All Be Feminists, California African American Museum (Downtown), 3–4:30pm.

Juan Downey: Radiant Nature Book Launch, LACE (Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions) (Hollywood), 1–4pm.

Echo Park Pottery Sale, Echo Park Pottery (Echo Park), 1–4pm.

Cornelia Funke's Journey through the Ancient Americas, Getty Center (Brentwood), 2pm.

Video Art in America Screening: States of Crisis, City of West Hollywood Library (West Hollywood), 2:30–4:30pm.

Artist talk: Deborah Decker: Under the Radar, TAG Gallery (Santa Monica), 3pm.

Community Bread Bake, ICA LA (Downtown), 3–5pm.

ALEC SOTH DISCUSSION + BOOK SIGNING FOR THE MACK BOOKS EDITION OF SLEEPING BY THE MISSISSIPPI, Arcana: Books on the Arts (Culver City), 4–6pm.

Amy Granat – A FRIEND OF THE DEVIL IS A FRIEND OF MINE, Marti Ceramics (Inglewood), 5–8pm.

Art is Calling Me...I Think, CalArts (Valencia), 8–10pm.

Monday, December 4

Talk: "Sarah Charlesworth: Doubleworld" Gallery Discussion, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7pm.

Kip's Desert Book Club: Playa Works: The Myth of the Empty by William Fox, BOXO House (Joshua Tree), 7pm.

From Minos to Hadrian: Archaeology and Island Life on Ancient Kythera, Greece, Getty Center (Brentwood), 7:30pm.

SCREENINGS: Part of the series The Contenders 2017: Mudbound, and Q&A with Dee Rees, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Moustapha Alassane: Pioneer of The Golden Age of Nigerien Cinema, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $6–12.

Tuesday, December 5

Marc Cooper, Robert Scheer and Suzi Weissman Conversation: Media & Democracy: From the Vietnam War to the Consolidation of “Alternative Facts” in the Digital Era, REDCAT (Downtown), 7pm.

SCREENINGS: Part of the series The Contenders 2017: Molly’s Game, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

The Florentine Codex & the Herbal Tradition: Unknown vs Known?, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

Wednesday, December 6

Three Museums—One Collection: The New Displays of Greek, Etruscan and Roman Art in Berlin, Getty Center (Brentwood), 3pm.

Universal Histories | Santa Monica students respond to PST:LA/LA, 18th Street Atrium Gallery & the Crossroads Sam Francis Gallery (Pico), 4–6pm.

SCREENINGS Part of the series The Contenders 2017: Downsizing, and Q&A with Alexander Payne and Hong Chau, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

SENSEsations, Long Beach City College (Long Beach), 7–8:30pm.

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campaignsoftheworld · 5 years

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Out Not Down - The Thrown Out Flag

The Thrown Out Flag campaign by Saatchi & Saatchi for Out Not Down. The colors of the rainbow are the ultimate symbol of freedom for the LGBTQ community. And more recently, they’ve been embraced by a wider community with great fanfare. But not everyone is celebrating. The fact is 40% of homeless teens in the US who’ve come out were thrown out by their parents onto the streets. We decided to transform this icon of liberation to demonstrate the real truth. We created The Thrown Out Flag. Made of discarded fabric in the traditional rainbow colors, it’s embraced by each teen in this outdoor poster campaign. Each stain, rip and tear represents their struggle. Each grasp of the fabric embodies their hope to find a new future of acceptance, tolerance and love. 40% of homeless teens who come out are thrown out

Taking a stand shouldn't deny you a decent place to sit

All you need is love but a warm place to sleep would be nice too

No one feels proud at 10º below freezing

Credits Advertising Agency: Saatchi & Saatchi Wellness, New York, USA Chief Creative Officer: Kathy Delaney Creative Directors: Scott Carlton, Carolyn Gargano Associate Creative Director: Purvi Naik Art Director: Nell McGuire Senior Production Manager: Linda Ellis Account Director: Anjali Abraham Digital Art Director, Designer: Lauren Chan Copywriters: Kip Langton, Oliver Adriance Junior Art Director: Nam Do Photographer: Luke Gargano Assistant Photographer: Erik Brambila Tags: Print Advertising, Print, United States, Public Interest, NGO, Out Not Down, Saatchi & Saatchi, LGBTQ community, Print advertisement, Saatchi & Saatchi Wellness, New York, USA, outdoor poster, outdoor poster campaign, LGBT Campaign Read the full article

#LGBTCampaign #LGBTQcommunity #NewYork #NGO #OutNotDown #outdoorposter #outdoorpostercampaign #Print #printadvertisement #printadvertising #Publicinterest #Saatchi&Saatchi #Saatchi&SaatchiWellness #UnitedStates #USA

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merveiilles · 2 years

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𝓗ey there, I’m Kip (Kippy, Kiki Whichever. She/her/–they?. 27 yrs old. DOB;; Nov. 8th. Canadian. EST time zone. ) and welcome to my blog “MERVEIILLES” ( derived from the French word “merveilles” (mer-veys) – popular Latin * miravella, from classical Latin mirabilia, amazing things, wonders, etc.) Indie Roleplay Multimuse. Selective. Mutual only. Multi established 2016. Where you can find me;; meme source;; @kipscorner rp blogs;; @merveiilles || @roidefroid || @spiritalked

Heavily Affiliated with;; @wintersovereign || @ohsolar || @pixietm

quick rules (more rules on carrd): - Please do not send inbox chain mail! Thank you~! ♡ you will be blocked unless stated you have a sideblog. (or if you are a friend outside of the rpc) - Please do not send real starters via inbox. inbox memes are okay. - please do not use fan art for icons in replies, it makes me uncomfortable.

[link to carrd with rules and guides, rp blog list, multimuse list, mains/exclusives. etc.] [ Multimuse tags ] **if a tag is broken (aka links to nothing on my blog when its supposed to.) do let me know, I might have missed it.

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ofcacthuxandkylosaur · 7 years

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I was tagged by @coeurd-art-ichaut (a long time ago, sorry for the delay dear and thanks for the tagging:) So here is my Alphabet:

Age: 27 (since march...I am not used to it yet)

Biggest fear: planes probably...

Current time: 18:17 (or 06:17 PM)

Drink you had last: water

Everyday starts with: "five more minutes...”

Favorite song: So many...right now I listen to Alpenglow by Nightwish, Crashing down by Heather Dale and a Theatre of Dimensions by Xandria a lot

Ghosts, are they real?: I don’t believe so but I don’t know everything...

Hometown: Brussels

In love with: my cat!!!

Jealous of: friends/relatives that found a job (even if i am happy for them), people that actually sleep at night, people that can play the piano...

Killed someone: If so I don’t remember;)

Last time you cried: I don’t remember exactly...a few mounth ago probably

Middle name: I don’t have one

Number of siblings: a little sister (who is taller than me btw)

One wish: Right now I wish the weather were not so warm (30°C in may, wtf???)

Person you last called/texted: my father

Question you’re always asked: How’s you job searching going? (Grrrrrrr)

Reason to smile: chocolate, cats, music, art/fic,...

Song you last sang: Stand by me

Time you woke up: 08:10...but I went back to sleep because I didn’t have to be up that early today:)

Underwear color: right now? orange, black and white

Vacation destination: I usually go to the belgian coast...I love it, but I’d like to visit Scottland (and go back to London)

Worst habit: I crack my fingers WAY TOO MUCH!!

X-ray you had: my teeth? does it count?

Your favorite food: chocolate (kip with vinegar is good too)

Zodiac sign: pisces

I tag (if they want to oc) @harlanhardway, @5ovspades, @bliblio, @reyreyspaceace and @sparrows-trashcan

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