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celerydragonfics · 1 year

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feral!au extra

this is a scene i wanted to include but decided it would be too OOC, but i wanted to write it anyway so i did. consider it non-canon to my fanfic hahahahahahahah

so uhh, here. have 2k of feral!lwj smut

Wei Ying is mostly joking when he offers to help Lan Zhan with his massive boner problem. It's just! He looks so pitiful laying there on the floor, his cock stretching out the damp fabric of his sweats! He arches his back occasionally, hips flexing upwards as if he's fucking onto something, but there's nothing there.

He doesn't expect Lan Zhan to agree–he thought he'd get another cute little glare, maybe a huff, then he'd have to spend ten minutes trying to get him to look at him again.

But to his surprise, Lan Zhan shows interest in his teasing. That, more than anything, is a clear sign that Lan Zhan 's mind is not in the right place right now.

"What did you have in mind?" Lan Zhan’s voice comes out strained, hoarse. Wei Ying, who was already half hard just from Lan Zhan 's scent, swallows.

"Uhhh," he begins, eloquently, "I mean… if you come here I can show you?"

Lan Zhan squints but slowly does as he's told, moving like liquid, if liquid were a predator. There's definitely something about the glint of the muzzle that makes him look …dangerous. Like there's a reason he's in there and Wei Ying is it here

Wei Ying shakes his head. He remains seated where he is, looking through the bars at Lan Zhan, kneeling opposite him. His eyes flick down to his prodigious erection and he has to swallow again.

"Well, first things first, you need to get your equipment out," he teases. Lan Zhan inhales slowly, "Or I could do it?" Wei Ying jokes.

"Mn."

"Oh." Wei Ying wets his lips. Ok. He can do it, then.

Lan Zhan waits, still as stone, for Wei Ying to reach into Lan Zhan's room, past the bars, to tug his waist tie loose. He watches Lan Zhan’s chest, stomach, move as he breathes harder, faster. Wei Ying lifts the hem of his shirt, slips his fingers underneath the waistband, and carefully tugs it downwards.

Naturally, Lan Zhan isn't wearing underwear.

Naturally, his cock springs out, already flushed and rock hard. It twitches. Wei Ying suppresses a whimper.

"Ah, Lan er-gege, you really have been blessed down here, huh?" He says, but the words don't have the same edge to them as they usually would.

Wei Ying touches the very top with his index finger, and Lan Zhan jerks, a sharp inhale through his nose. It twitches again. Wei Ying trails his finger down the shaft, tracing a vein all the way down through his pubes to lightly graze over his balls. Wei Ying doesn't mean to linger here, but…. Well, he doesn't exactly have balls of his own to play with. He cups them under his palm, and rolls them between his fingers–even with all the alphas he's worked with in the past, he's never gotten this chance before.

"Wei Ying–!" Lan Zhan grunts, and Wei Ying finally notices that Lan Zhan is hunched over, fists clenched, jaw tight.

"Aha, sorry! I said I would help and I'm only making things worse, huh?" He makes the switch quickly, wrapping his fingers around Lan Zhan’s cock and stroking him off. He's bigger than Wei Ying, in both length and girth. Each stroke takes longer and, somehow, that makes it feel dirtier. Like Wei Ying is taking his time with it.

Wei Ying uses all the tricks he can think of–twisting his fist over the head, using both hands, fondling his balls–to make him come quicker.

Predictably, it doesn't take very long for Lan Zhan to finish. His breaths come shorter, harsher, just the slightest hint of a moan as he comes, white streaks all over his lap–Wei Ying points it away from him, but still manages to get some on his hand.

"There, feeling better yet?" Wei Ying asks, surreptitiously sniffing the dribble of Lan Zhan’s come on his pinky finger, "maybe you should have a drink now, yeah?"

"Mmm," Lan Zhan’s eyes are still closed. His abs are still twitching from the aftershocks, even tho Wei Ying is no longer touching him. He's too cute. This is officially his second orgasm!

When he finally relaxes, Lan Zhan diligently crawls to his basin to drink from it directly, not bothering to tuck himself back in.

Once he's had his fill, he comes right back to Wei Ying , sitting across from him. Expectant.

He's still hard.

Of course. Until his rut is over that thing won't go fully soft unless he's asleep.

"You want more?" Lan Zhan frowns slightly, but nods regardless of Wei Ying's teasing. He looks meaningfully down at his crotch. Wei Ying bursts into laughter,

"What, do you think I'm just gonna sit here all day and jerk you off? What kind of person to you think I am? I'll get cramp! Here, I have a different idea, but you'll need to stand up for it."

Lan Zhan shoots to his feet, eager to obey at the prospect of another orgasm. He sways on his feet.

Laughter bubbles up inside Wei Ying: what is this? Lan Zhan is acting like…like he's drunk or something! Drunk from his first ever handjob. Too cute.

"C'mere," Wei Ying coaxes, holding in yet more laughter as Lan Zhan waddles right up to the bars. Wei Ying grabs him by the hips and guides him a little to the left and a little further forwards, closer, closer, until his cock slips through one of the gaps. Lan Zhan understands instantly, pressing his body up against the bars and holding onto them–his head has to turn sideways a little, as the muzzle adds an extra few inches of length to his profile.

Wei Ying looks up at him and suddenly things aren't quite so funny anymore. Lan Zhan shifts, just slightly, and Lan Zhan’s cockhead swings sideways to hit Wei Ying’s cheek. Wei Ying gasps. Lan Zhan’s scent glands are pouring sex pheromones into the air, and this close Wei Ying is…intoxicated. He lets his lips fall open, mouth closing around the crown.

He doesn't mean to moan.

“Uhm, I–” Wei Ying tries to make some kind of excuse–nothing swims to the surface of his mind–but Lan Zhan interrupts him with a hand to his hair. There are no thoughts in his mind after that. He lets Lan Zhan draw him in, easily opening his mouth to accept Lan Zhan’s cock, careful with his teeth.

He’s…never done this before. Not with the real deal. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to give it his all! This is going to be the best, most memorable blowjob Lan Zhan will ever receive!

He moans again, accidentally, when Lan Zhan thrusts forwards. It’s not as if there’s much space for him to manoeuvre, but the suddenness of the movement catches Wei Ying off guard anyway.

Spit drips over his chin.

Wei Ying hums, bobbing his head, reaching maybe halfway down his length without difficulty–he lets go of Lan Zhan’s hip with one hand, using it instead to jerk off the expanse that Wei Ying can't take.

Hands rove his body, stroking his hair, petting every part of him that he can reach, sometimes edging just a little on being too rough–his thumb presses against his Adam's apple in a way that has him almost gagging.

He defines a rhythm, steady and slow, for himself, pausing every now and then to lave his tongue over the tip, giving his jaw a break.

"Lan Zhan, you're really big, you know?" He praises, in between kisses, "you could do a lot of damage with this weapon, if you're not–nng–careful!"

Wei Ying sinks down on Lan Zhan again.

Lan Zhan firmly, borderline roughly, fists his hair, pushing him onto his cock.

Wei Ying splutters, pushing back against his hips with his hands, but Lan Zhan is an alpha and, even behind bars, he is a force to be reckoned with. Wei Ying finds himself forced to take Lan Zhan’s cock deeper and deeper, tugged back a scant few millimetres, then pushed even further. His scalp stings. His dick pulses at the treatment.

Lan Zhan’s cock touches the back of Wei Ying’s throat long before Wei Ying’s lips touch pubes. Wei Ying chokes, a burst of strength finally surging through him, and he shoves Lan Zhan back just enough that he can turn his head, panting.

Somewhere above him, Lan Zhan makes a surprised sound at the loss of his mouth.

“Lan er-gegeee~” Wei Ying complains, breathless, as Lan Zhan humps his cheek–tiny movements he doesn’t seem to fully be aware of, “lan zhan, you’re too rough! I can’t blow you properly when you’re yanking me around like that! I thought you were going to be good for me, hm?"

"I…" Lan Zhan's eyes are screwed shut, "I am trying–hhh…" Wei Ying kisses the closest part of his cock that he can reach.

"Aiyouu, I know it's hard for you! It's your first time and everything is too much! You just need to remember that omegas are very delicate, hm? If you're too mean to me I might start crying."

His cock pulses against his face.

Wei Ying bites back a wave of laughter and coyly rubs his face against the soft inner part of his thigh, where the most potent scent glands are,

"Oh, dirty Lan er-gege, you want to make me cry?"

Lan Zhan shakes his head desperately, but his body is telling a different story: the hand fisted in his hair hasn't loosened at all, and his cock is still oozing precome onto his cheek.

"Just want…" Lan Zhan sounds hoarse, broken, "Wei Ying."

And really, how is Wei Ying supposed to respond to that? Flushed pink at the earnest plea, Wei Ying takes pity on Lan Zhan, opening up for Lan Zhan’s cock and allowing Lan Zhan to push him down.

Lan Zhan fucks his mouth sloppily, chasing only his own release. Wei Ying takes it, his own cock throbbing in the confines of his work uniform but unable to do anything about it.

Wei Ying isn't sure how he misses the fact that Lan Zhan is knotting for so long. He only notices when Lan Zhan pushes him down extra deep and his lips stretch even wider around him. He makes a very shocked, wet noise, eyes flying wide open–he's knotting! This is his first knot, ever!

Wei Ying scrambles to wrap both hands around the swelling at the base of his cock, applying gentle pressure. Lan Zhan moans, tugging Wei Ying deep, keeping him there. He grinds like that, keeping Wei Ying with his lips stretched open around the thickness of his knot.

Every time Lan Zhan touches the back of his throat, Wei Ying jerks, a full body shudder, and his eyes are watering for real now. When he blinks, a lone tear rolls over his cheek.

Lan Zhan spasms. Wei Ying chokes on the flood of come that explodes down his throat – but he can't move, he can only accept every last drop of it, swallowing it all down. It lasts forever. Wei Ying keeps squeezing and massaging his knot, encouraging his body to let it all out.

Wei Ying's vision is sparkling at the edges when Lan Zhan finally, finally finishes. He pulls off, a feeling not unlike ripping duct tape away from skin, and tries not to cough too much. He keeps his hands firmly around Lan Zhan’s knot–he's going to be stuck here like this for at least half an hour.

He wishes he had a scrap of fabric he could use to bind his knot, but his hands will have to do. If he relieves the pressure, Lan Zhan’s body will be ready to go again much sooner: like this, it's tricking his alpha brain into thinking there might be a pregnancy from this.

"Lan Zhan, ahh," Wei Ying's voice is embarrassingly scratchy, "aiyouu, I'm so full now! Er-gege you filled me up so well!"

It's not a lie: he can feel Lan Zhan’s come, hot and heavy inside his belly. If his hands weren't already otherwise occupied, he would be trying to feel the difference.

Lan Zhan gasps, scandalised, and his knees finally give way. He sinks to the floor in a barely controlled heap, and Wei Ying finds himself pulled right up against the bars, stretching to keep hold of Lan Zhan's knot. It's not a very comfortable position.

"That good, huh?" Wei Ying teases, "do you think you'll listen to me again next time? The whole purpose of a rut is to come a lot!" In the olden days unmated alphas would use their ruts as an excuse to sleep with as many omegas–or anyone!–as possible.

Lan Zhan nods slowly, dazed.

"Wei Ying was right," he says softly.

#Tumblr only #fic #feral au #im out here making fanfic of my fanfic i guess

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hannibalzero · 8 months

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Padme Amidalla had gone to Rapture, the idea of helping build a utopian society was to tempting to ignore. She discussed going to Rapture with Anakin. He pouted but gave his blessing to his beloved wife. Padme promised she would be back soon. Saying it would only be a few months and then she would send for them. Padme would build a perfect society for her beloved children. She smiled and waved goodbye at that lighthouse to her crying husband and children.

That was three years ago, progress in Rapture moved very slow. Social reforms, red tape and just helping regular people was difficult. She wouldn’t bring her family to Rapture, not like this. Rapture wasn’t a welcoming place for families, much less children. Padme rubbed her temple with a sigh. She missed them, Luke and Leia. They would be eight now, she longed to see them. Padme bounced slightly as the elevator stopped. Hardly looking up from her book, a man walked in.

Much to Padme’s surprise, people gave the young man in a stripped suit a wide brith. Like he had a sickness or something. He was holding a needle like the horrible little sisters had. Padme tilted her head, why was this man familiar? Shmi leaned over and whispered into Padme’s ear.

“On of the newest developments from Fontaine Futuristics in big daddy technology.” Shmi whispered to her lover. “They call them ‘little papas.’ A coparent to the big daddy.” She gave a shiver. “The whole Adam research creeps me out, adding the big daddy’s makes it worse for me.” Shmi looked away from the young man.

“A little papa. Leave it to Rapture to bastardize all of childhood.” Padme got a look of the man’s face. Why did she recognize him?! A memory came to mind of the same young man in a sweater and glasses helping her children into their backpacks at that prestigious preschool. “Shmi I know him…but how-“ the elevator bounced again and opened to the Arcadia. “Obi-wan kenobi, my children’s preschool teacher.” Padme mumbled under her breath fallowing after him.

“Wait! Padme!” Shmi hissed running after Padme into Arcadia.

Padme fallowed Obi-wan, watching him approach a vent. “Mr. Kenobi! Ben!” She cried out watching as Obi-wan stop what he was doing to look back at the women curiously.

“Hello citizen, how may I assist you?” That accent, it really had to be Ben. “Please keep back, I am about to escort my little children to their Big Daddy. Big Daddy Vader is waiting for us.” His hair was different, went to about his chin. Face clean shaven, that stripped suit even looked tailored onto his body but it was Ben.

“Ben? What are you doing here? You don’t recognize me? Come now, you were a preschool teacher for my children at sunny side. You know Luke and Leia? I’m Padme Amadalla-Skywalker.” She reintroduced to the man with gold glowing eyes holding a horrifying needle.

“Please do not stop me from my work. Have a wonderful day under the sea.” Obi-wan turned back to the vent and knocked.

“Skywalker?” Shmi hissed ignoring the Little Papa now and looking to Padme. “I thought you left him!” She stopped at the sound of knocking. Even the soft knocking of the vent echoed horribly in rapture. “Shit Padme we must go. Before the little-“

It was too late. The giggle of a little girl echoed through the room, then another one but from a little boy.

“Hurry up Luke.” The little girl pulled out of the vent first eyes glowing gold as a little sister’s should.

“Don’t be bossy Leia! I’m stuck behind you!” The little boy crawled out beside her but smiled at Obi-wan. “Hi papa! I’ve missed you.” Luke greeted earning a kiss from Obi-wan.

“Papa! I wanna kiss too!” Leia started to whine but giggled when she got a kiss. “Ohhh we are in Arcadia! I love flowers.” She grinned as Obi-wan helped the twins down.

“Is daddy here?!” Luke looked around holding his own needle while holding Leia’s hand.

“Be kind to each other starlights.” Obi-wan chuckled. “We mustn’t fight.” He cooed before nodding. “Yes, Daddy will be here soon. Any moment now.” Obi-wan fixed Leia’s hair and then took out a handkerchief to clean Luke’s face.

TBC…

#little papa au #obikin #star wars #bioshock au #luke skywalker #leia organa #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #Shmi #tumblr only

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fillmywholes666 · 15 days

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do you use any other socials? if so what?

What I post on here I don't want others to know about, especially close friends and family. I'd like to keep that private. Sorry to disappoint. That's why I haven't done a face reveal.

#private #tumblr only #br33dable #cnc daddy #private blog #personal

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911whatsyourgratitude · 1 year

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(please keep this tumblr only) but I'd like to say thanks to everyone who worked on Eddie Diaz as a character because I recently started going to therapy and when asked why now I replied "because Eddie" (and then proceeded to explain the show and spoiler everything to my therapist lol I have only had a few sessions but I guess I should also shoutout to the team for Buck because I have mentioned him as an example multiple times - both as instances I've related (he really was hoping for cake/banner post lawsuit :( oh how i get you) but also as someone I hope to be more like because he's got such a big heart!!) so love and thanks to the writers/directors/producers/actors/crew that made it possible

#911 on fox #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #evan buckley #oliver stark #911 crew #9 1 1 on fox #911verse #tv: 911 #911 fox #tumblr only #thank you for your gratitude

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lockscreenxd · 2 years

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Previously unposted Lockscreens

I made them for me but I wanted to share them now. Better later then never

Please like/reblog when you use or save it

#lockscreenxd #lockscreen #wallpaper #little mix #jade thirlwall #unpost #tumblr only #pretty little thing #lm x plt #blue #jade thirlwall lockscreen

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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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tozzyn13 · 28 days

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#tozzyn13 #sexy content #18+ blog #18+ only #girl butts #onlyf@nz #+18 or +adult only #18+ content #big titis #sexy titts #tumblr girls #beauttiful girls #photo sexy #sexy pose #que belleza!!

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miagoreprincess · 1 month

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Feed me with your cum please

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yesokayiknow · 23 days

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#tumblr pleasw give me evil boops before april fools is over please theres only 40 mins left #i can be trusted with them i prommy

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ebonycandies · 29 days

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#black beauty #black is beautiful #black tumblr #melanin #black girl fitspo #black girl magic #black girls of tumblr #black woman appreciation #black women #black woman #thick vibes only #thick and juicy #thick ebony

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airinn · 3 months

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cat girl save me.. cat girl.... save me cat girl (she would not)

#myartsystuff #dungeon meshi #izutsumi #fanart #illustration #artists on tumblr #she will in fact not save me and i love her for it anyway #i cant believe anime onlys will have to wait MONTHS for her

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No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results pls

#Tumblr polls #polls #this post has 14k notes and i only just noticed i wrote plus not pls

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soy-sauce-and-mothra · 7 months

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Hey! Are there blacksmiths in your story? I'm a hobbyist blacksmith and I'm here to help!

Blacksmithing is one of those things that a lot of people get wrong because they don't realize it stuck around past the advent of the assembly line. Here's a list of some common misconceptions I see and what to do instead!

Not all blacksmiths are gigantic terrifying muscly guys with beards and deep voices. I am 5'8, skinny as a twig, have the muscle mass of wet bread, and exist on Tumblr. Anybody who is strong enough to pick up a hammer and understands fire safety can be a blacksmith.

You can make more than just swords with blacksmithing. Though swords are undeniably practical, they're not the only things that can be made. I've made candle holders, wall hooks, kebab skewers, fire pokers, and more. Look up things other people have made, it's really amazing what can be done.

"Red-hot" is actually not that hot by blacksmith terms. when heated up, the metal goes from black, to red, to orange, to yellow, to white. (for temperature reference, I got a second degree burn from picking up a piece of metal on black heat) The ideal color to work with the metal is yellow. White is not ideal at all, because the metal starts sparking and gets all weird and lumpy when it cools. (At no point in this process does the metal get even close to melting. It gets soft enough to work with, but I have never once seen metal become a liquid.)

Blacksmithing takes fucking forever. Not even taking into account starting the forge, selecting and preparing metal, etc. etc. it takes me around an hour to make one (1) fancy skewer. The metals blacksmiths work with heat up and cool down incredibly fast. When the forge is going good, it only takes like 20 seconds to get your metal hot enough to work with, but it takes about the same time for it to cool down, sometimes even less.

As long as you are careful, it is actually stupidly easy to not get hurt while blacksmithing. When I picked up this hobby I was like "okay, cool! I'm gonna make stuff, and I'm gonna end up in the hospital at some point!" Thus far, the latter has yet to occur. I've been doing this for nearly a year. I have earned myself a new scar from the aforementioned second degree burn, and one singe mark on my jeans. I don't even wear gloves half the time. Literally just eye protection, common sense, and fast reflexes and you'll probably be fine. (Accidents still happen of course, but I have found adequate safety weirdly easy to achieve with this hobby)

A forge is not a fire. The forge is the thing blacksmiths put their metal in to heat it up. It starts as a small fire, usually with newspaper or something else that's relatively small and burns easily, which we then put in the forge itself, which is sort of a fireplace-esque thing (there's a lot of different types of forge, look into it and try to figure out what sort of forge would make the most sense for the context you're writing about) and we cover it with coal, which then catches fire and heats up. The forge gets really hot, and sometimes really bright. Sometimes when I stare at the forge for too long it's like staring into the sun. The forge is also not a waterfall of lava, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Welding and blacksmithing are not the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but you cannot connected two pieces of metal with traditional blacksmithing alone. There is something called forge welding, where you heat your metal, sprinkle borax (or the in-universe equivalent) on it to prevent the metal from oxidizing/being non-weldable, and hammer the pieces together very quickly. Forge welding also sends sparks flying everywhere, and if you're working in a small space with other blacksmiths, you usually want to announce that you're welding before you do, so that everyone in a five-foot radius can get out of that five-foot radius. You also cannot just stuck some random pebbles into the forge and get a decent piece of metal that you can actually make something with, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Anvils are really fucking heavy. Nothing else to add here.

Making jewelry is not a blacksmithing thing unless you want jewelry made of steel. And it will be very ugly if you try. Blacksmithing wasn't invented to make small things.

If there's anything here I didn't mention, just ask and I'll do my best to answer.

#yes some of this was directed at steven universe #the only thing su got right was bismuth crying when her anvil broke #cus those things are goddamn expensive and hard to transport #blacksmith #blacksmithing #writing #writing prompts #writing advice #writeblr #writer #writer problems #writerblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writers

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