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whumpinggrounds · 3 days
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Hi! this is the main blog for fleur-a-whump. After I reblogged that one chapter asking to be added to the taglist, I finished What It Takes. I then went back to browse your blog and noticed your update about being on an indefinite hiatus. While I'm sad to not see more of August, I totally get it and I hope you're doing well! Just wanted to say again I really loved the series. It used two of my absolute favorite tropes, sidekick whump and team whump with only one whumper. thanks for writing! <3
Thank you so much <3 Hearing this is really cool and special, so I hung onto it for a while haha. I'm really glad you liked my little story, and if I ever start writing it again, I'll keep you in mind :)
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supersapphical · 1 year
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😭😭😭 holding your hand.
i swear the hold this show has on us is!!!!! *sam wesson voice* not natural!!!!
NOT NATURAL AT ALL. I think I might just be in this for life now????? It's just rewatching supernatural until I'm 90 years old????
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batbabydamian · 3 months
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*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏
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here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^
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milfspiggy · 9 months
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#selfie bee#good evening friends!! how are you doing! C:#I'm very very sleepy I got a new ikea office chair and I build it all myself#I think it went okay! I don't think I pulled the back screw tight enough and now the back is a bit loose#I can probably fix it but I can also ignore it for the next 18 years#thats how long the old chair held up!! in germany it could now drink vodka and drive a car!!#not at the same time that is illegal! not at the same time!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*#but the day is not over yet my uncle asked me for a big art quest and I do not want to disappoint#he wants a muppet tattoo and asked me to draw it#my uncle has started to get tattoos a few months ago#as far as I know he has now gotten 3 note clefs 3 stars a flower and multiple birds#he also started getting piercings but so far I managed not to know exactly where#I think tattoos are super cool (´。・v・。`) I wish I had a good idea for a tattoo but the last time I was very sure about getting a tattoo#it was heath ledgers face as the joker#at that point I was 12 and would not see the actual movie for two more years#a muppet tattoo is a way better idea!! he asked for the count van count! that is also one of my top 3 muppets ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡#I always thought I knew a lot about muppet lore but since I started looking up muppet pictures I think there are still a lot of secrets#can the muppets from the Sesame Street actually leave the Sesame Street?#I think Kermit is both on the Muppet Show and on Sesame Street but he is also like the boss muppet#he might have special abilities#I hope you're having a good day friends!! C:#I think I'll post a Sherlock comic later this week#miss you!! ♥♥♥
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originalartblog · 3 months
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Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.
If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.
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pigdemonart · 1 year
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Oops 😬
Just some thoughts after watching the movie heheh. Nothing here is a spoiler though! Its mostly just Bowser’s demeanor HAHA
Like my art? Please consider tipping!
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vinnybox · 2 months
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🟩⬛Mr. L
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gorgynei · 5 months
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bear that is a werewolf. a bearwolf if you will
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Your Cassidy design gives me life, exactly how I envisioned her.
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I’m so glad y’all liked my Cassidy design!!
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whumpinggrounds · 1 year
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✨ and 👵🏼 for any story you like?
-verkja
✨What’s one totally unique thing that sets your WIP apart from other stories?
I don’t think I’m doing anything all that revolutionary with any of them, but!
Close to Human - I’ve seen writing with robot whumpees, but T isn’t quite a robot, nor is he perhaps totally human. It’s been fun figuring that out!
Liam and Delilah - This, I think, is my most “standard” whump story. I think Delilah is unaware of her own villainy more so than other whumpers so probably that.
What It Takes - maybe team whump where there’s only one whumper and everyone else is just clueless?
Lost Cause Jude - I’m proud of the fucked up, complex relationship dynamics in this one, between Mara and Jamie and Jude. I also think Mara’s slow descent into being a whumper is pretty unique.
👵🏽Who is your oldest (or oldest soul) main character?
None of them are very old, but the oldest soul is probably either Freddy from Close to Human or Beck, the team leader from What It Takes. Both have been very independent from a young age, and Beck has a ton of responsibility weighing on him.
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supersapphical · 1 year
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stevie/charlie! 🍳
STEVIE AND CHARLIE MY LOVES. I know everyone hates on apocalypse world (with good reason) but I absolutely adore Stevie and apocalypseverse Charlie.
Here is some Stevie/Charlie Christmas-y angst and fluff.
Read on AO3 or under the cut.
Stevie grips the steering wheel tight, carefully guiding her pickup down the slick, winding road as small snowflakes fall fast from the dark sky. The trees and roadsides are piled high with last week’s snowfall. The road has been cleared but it is treacherously dark—black ice could be hidden anywhere along her path home. The radio is fading in and out but she can catch bits of Joni Mitchell’s plaintive voice in between the bursts of static and silence.
It’s coming on Christmas They’re cutting down trees They’re putting up reindeer
All of her own Christmas traditions seem so far away. She’s one of the very few people on this planet that can say her own past is, literally, a world away. Everything she once knew is in a world that doesn’t even exist anymore. Her heart yearns for some of her old winter traditions, like making hot cocoa with her sisters on the coldest days of the year, picking out the best and brightest green pine tree to bring in for Christmas with her dad or helping her mother cook by reading out the instructions from a carefully handwritten recipe card that had been passed down by her great grandmother.
Attempting to bring some ghost of those old traditions into her new life seems like a mockery of her old one. The ground Stevie walks on doesn’t even have the same dirt as the one from before. She no longer breathes the same air that all her family and friends breathed when they were alive. She wonders if it would be easier if she had graves to visit. She didn’t even have graves to visit back on her world, most of the people she knew having been taken out by a citywide angel blast. There had been no bodies left to bury and now, a whole universe away, she can’t ever return to the space where the atoms of her loved ones were scattered.
I made my baby cry He tried hard to help me
When they met, Charlie was hard like her though some of that hardness has softened in the last few months. Charlie has brightened in ways Stevie never predicted, she smiles more now and laughs more now. Stevie thinks she might be starting to see the type of person she was before everything else. It’s still a quiet joy, dampened by incomprehensible tragedy. She wonders how much she herself has been changed by Charlie and if Charlie notices it. She feels herself smiling more than she did when she first came here. She’s started humming to herself again, a habit she picked up from her mother and then dropped quickly when she was living in a world where making noise could get her killed.
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly
Life now is good, perhaps as good as she could ever hope to get. Still, Stevie wonders. She wonders how long this can even last. It’s not just that they are both leading dangerous lives, hunting as frequently as they do. She wonders how long before one of them just breaks down from the weight of their losses. Survival kept them both going for this long but now she feels as if the consequences of survival are looming over them. Every day she chooses to push this thought aside. Every day, she sees Charlie in the morning and decides to enjoy the life they have built together instead of grieving over the ones that were ripped away from them. But one question frequently invades her brain, how can they cope with such an unfathomable amount of loss?
The radio cuts out completely about a half a mile from their cabin but as she pulls into the drive, the last refrain echoes in her head.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Stepping into their cozy little cabin in the woods, Stevie’s senses are assaulted. The warmth, the smells, the sounds are all in stark contrast to the dark, quiet winter outside. It’s all the feelings of home, but she’s still a little slow to fully enter, standing for a moment in the mudroom. The winters here are so harsh, there is a chill at her back from the closed door behind her, the frigid winter slipping in even through their locked door. Ahead of her is the hallway that leads to the light and warmth of the kitchen where she knows Charlie is because she can hear her singing off key along with Christmas carols blasting from the CD player. Stevie takes one more moment to feel the cold and the silence on the other side of the door before she starts peeling off layers of winter outwear until she's down to her fuzzy wool socks, cozy sweater and leggings.
Stevie quietly enters the kitchen and sees Charlie bent over a tray of cookies, her brow furrowed intensely as she carefully applies bright green frosting to a tree shaped cookie.
“Hey, I’m home.”
Charlie looks up from her work and her face breaks out into the biggest grin Stevie has ever seen on her before. She tosses the piping bag filled with frosting aside and throws her arms around Stevie, immediately covering all of Stevie’s clothes in the flour that coats her apron.
“It looks like a disaster zone in here,” Stevie laughs. There’s pans and mixing bowls and various utensils over every surface, flour all over the floor and bright green and red frosting all over her girlfriend.
Time for us to make some new traditions together Charlie had said and Stevie hadn’t known at the time just how chaotic that would be, with all the rooms in their small cabin now filled with Charlie’s attempts at making her own decorations.
“Got everything you asked for,” Stevie dumps a few bags on the table. “Even though I can’t imagine what more you could possibly need. Haven’t you put our poor kitchen through enough?”
“You clearly know nothing about baking,” Charlie says haughtily. “All the pros practice the same recipe over and over again so they can perfect it.”
“Plus, you burned the last batch,” Stevie smiles. “And this one, too, smells like.”
Charlie curses and runs to the oven, rushing to pull a tray of cookies out. Stevie laughs as she watches her poke at the cookies and mutter about feeding them all to a rancor if they don’t behave.
How do they cope with the fact that the entire world they’re from is now gone? Maybe it will never be easy to wake up each day and decide to be happy but sitting here in this well worn kitchen that they have both filled with the things they love and watching her grief stricken girlfriend come to life over the little silver ball sprinkles she found at the corner store in town, she thinks the weight of their looming grief feels more bearable. As long as she has Charlie’s smile and the smell of burning cookies and a house covered in things made with more passion than skill, waking up tomorrow and choosing to be happy doesn’t seem as hopeless as it was before.
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raine-world · 6 months
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When MatPat came on screen I freaked out (in a good way) and got so light headed I missed the entire conversation and almost passed out until he said "But that's just a theory-" which shocked me out of it like a sleeper agent code word
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thelostmoongazer · 7 months
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yeah he's baby girl or whatever
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plumadot · 3 months
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Your art is like honey and marshmallows. It makes me feel so giddy! I love it! If you don’t mind can you do desert duo?
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can we still be friends?
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marzandagny · 3 days
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