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redwiccanrobin · 1 year
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The only reason I don’t talk about Lumity that much is because y’all aren’t giving me bad takes to react to. Because there’s only so many times I can say something’s cute before people get bored.
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travelermarcy · 2 years
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Nyoom
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multistoty · 1 year
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Edward and Hope AU
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@dreamingonthedaily
The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light. The heiress had always wonder about raindrops.The auburn haired girl wondered about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She was a raindrop.Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger. Back in the French Quarter, she had fragments of family. Her parents two of the earth’s oldest and most powerful creatures were returned to dust in shadows. This journey to Forks would be a new story and a search for a better ending. After all, she had a few mansions and unchecked heirlooms to take her anywhere. For now, her paints and necessities would take her to a sleepy area of middle America.Every story has four parts: the beginning, the middle, the almost-ending, and the true ending. Unfortunately, not everyone gets a true ending. Most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, when the situation feels hopeless, but that is where hope is needed most. Only those who persevere can find their true ending.Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life. Vivid blue orbs tracked a sound to a young man while she had stopped her father’s old cadillac to get fresh blood A part of her grateful that this man was inhuman for the dead rabbit with which she was breaking open over a thermos would be a lot more nerve wracking. Being part of three creatures and the child of a man called the great evil made the Mikaelson girl slightly cautious. her flashing eyes and claws moving back to the usual ivory of her skin. The smell of fresh rain in the air. the kind one read in fantasy books like wish stalks and firelight. Her wolf nature feeling almost at home. The scent of blood on her fellow creature was animal. Which was good to know when snark was usually her default. She probably felt water logged by the new envirnoment. the both inspecting one another like she would with her pack and supernatural world back in the french quarter. “Hmm, do you always start a conversation by staring at a girl? I mean you have resting pouty face for sure, but I am sure you can do better Let me guess, vamp? Who knew middle of nowhere would have competion over the rabbit blood offered in population.”
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papercwipping · 1 year
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OH !! THIS GUY !! 🐛🐛
i also have a lot of welcome home sketches i never posted here so ! have a dump of 'em
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saw @chez-cinnamon's absolutely BANGER butterfly!Howdy design and couldn't resist! two fluffy flutterbyes <3 solidarity
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bebemoon · 24 days
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"persephone returns (spring)", requested by anonymous .
jacquemus sheer mini dress in olive green, s/s 2o18
ann demeulemeester "satu" satin draped tied sleeves in burgundy
valentino garavani rosebud ankle-wrap heeled sandals
byredo "rouge chaotique" extrait de parfum
zeyzey jewelry handmade gold-plated and ruby-encrusted pomegranate earrings + wendy nichols "the triple pearl" chain drop stud earring
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juustozzi · 8 months
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demonic iruma? yes. very self-conscious demonic iruma? yessss.
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ophernelia · 4 months
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bipocselfship-archive · 3 months
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2024 Promo!!!
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Hello, my fellow self shippers and yumes! Welcome to the BIPOC Self Ship Archive!
For about 3 years now, this blog has been a safe space to highlight the many BIPOC creators and fans in the self ship/yume community.
And for 2024, we hope to continue to make others feel welcome and safe.
Our goal is also to include those in the LGBT+ community as well as those with disabilities, whether physical, mental, sensory, etc. 🏳‍🌈
Disclaimer: Even if you don't fall into any of the forementioned categories, we still highly encourage you to follow and check out all of the amazing creators featured. (Following and interacting with them is also highly encouraged).
If you have any questions, don't hesitate to send us one.
We hope you all have an amazing day, and don't forget no matter who you are, your F/Os love you! Bye!
-Mod Crystal 💖
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redwiccanrobin · 2 years
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Was that a joke, Robin?
(Young Justice #18)
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Wally darling is going to jail for being a 3 foot puppet
Requested by anon
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multistoty · 1 year
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if you are feeling like pain....
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Padme must have been hanging out with Anakin too much for she let out a huttense curse when the form of the man she loved hit her eyes from the reflection of her mirror. 'What a wonderful time to break down'  the former queen found herself thinking. Realistically, Ani always knew her tells even without the aid of the all knowing  force. The boy with a halo of blonde hair didn't need any more worries when he was on the front lines of battle. She wouldn't let this attachment be his undoing as the code and the galaxy had thought it would. She ran a shaking hand through her chocolate waves hoping to catch her breath and subdue the picture of red rimmed eyes with the remnants of salty rivers down her cheeks. 
A slightly empty smile took her lips meeting his eyes through the very same bit of furniture before turning to fully take in the man. There wasn't often time to fall apart when she barely slept as it was. This was the first bit of time where the droids were busy, her handmaidens were not bearing down, and her guards would not be close enough to question there leader being more broken girl than anything else. Anakin Skywalker did have a talent where time was concerned. A bite stopped the trembling of her lips even as the coppery red of her blood added a salty tang left by tears. Love still exuded from her doe eyes as it always would where he was concerned. How anyone hadn't figured them out was beyond her. 
"Ani- i- Threepio didn't tell me you were coming home." Wonderful. Stuttering would definitely lead him down the very path that she wanted him to stray from. There wasn't really any percentage of a chance that they would avoid this conversation. She should be glad that he had come into her office alone. Obi-wan was as much stuck at his side as she was. "It's been a long day. Don't worry about me. I am just so happy to see you. i- I needed this today." The senator knew better then anyone that Anakin Skywalker loved her regardless of what she wore or how she looked.
 Yet, the more vain part of her enjoyed sprucing up a bit for the hungry eyes of the man who no doubt worried endlessly about her. Before her composure completely cracked, skirts were lifted to allow the crossing of the distance between them to be easier. Her body almost instinctively grabbing his middle as her face buried into his chest. The embrace was sweet and a balm to her open wounds as it always was. It was just like her golden droid friend to rant about so many things yet not give her a heads up to the homecoming of his master. She barely had time to check him over for injuries or pull him into to her bed. Not that attempting that activity in the Senate building was good in the slightest. In his reentry of her life, he had brought home to her in the soothing beat of his heart. The aroma of the jedi she was so used to remained unchanged. Notes of vanilla and the musk of a man set her lifted soldiers at ease.
@collectionofvoices​
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karmiculture · 8 months
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kurt performing in norway, 1992
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i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!
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