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Finally did some art for Scum Villain Self Saving System! :D I like the art of the book's take on Luo Binghe's hair being fluffier ^^

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Victor Nikiforov in five different styles! ✌️

Yours truly, Ghibli, Demon Slayer, Ranma ½ and Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. This was fun but also difficult. 😅

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Commissioned by Jen over email. Thank you so much for the beautiful prompt. I always wanted to drew them like this. It turned out bit dreamy.

Btw I posted a preview for my @yoimafiazine piece. If anyone wants to see here you go.

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Hello.  It’s been like three years but... I am considering republishing my work. tbd

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Heya, I know it's been a year since you released Synthetic on ao3 and you probably have your own reasons why you deleted it from the site but please, may I know why? You don't have to tell if you're uncomfortable ofc. And do you perhaps have a copy saved somewhere that you wouldn't mind sending me? I loved that fic. It was one of my first science fiction ones and I'm sad to see it go. It's alright if you'd rather keep it private though. If you've released it as a published work, send me your Goodreads! I'll buy it.

Hi!!!!!! I am really bad at tumblr so forgive me for such a laste reply. Thank you so much for saying such nice things about Synthetic. The reason I deleted my Ao3 is something that culminated from a lot of different variables, but ultimately came down to this one persistent thought: No one really likes this story. I honestly still don't comepletely know the validity of that thought, but it was so exponentially overwhelming, that it nibbled away at the courage and confidence I had in displaying my writing. I know it is the worst thing, and I never expected anything, but the silence in engagements began to gnaw fiercly along with a lot of everything that 2k20 and loss and grief eroded until I could not fight anymore. I didn't feel like a writer worthy of even self publishing. So, I erased my Ao3. I have now been in a lot of therapy and am doing much better. My spouse saved a copy of it. I still, barely an inch at a time, am working to complete the series, as well as making some minor plot tweaks to the first part of Synthetic. I have never been published before outside of Ao3 and snippets on my twitter. I can post the link on tumblr maye? for the current Synthetic if people would like a copy. I tried to give enough notice in hope people could save it if they wanted, but I am very sorry I deleted before you were able to.

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Grief is hard. In my youth, I used to think of grief in the form of the skeletal black cloaked reaper of death, pointing his bone finger to the grave like in A Christmas Carol. A never ending pit of emptiness and darkness. Now that I've grown older, I see that grief is a shapeshifter. It takes any form whether living or dead to twost something so fierce in your heart it shifts the shape of your heart as well. And the form is takes can change so much you are no longer the you from before, but a completely different heart. but that doesn't mean it removes your ability to love, but it can change how you love. I think that's what counselig is for. When grief from anything traumatic happens, therapy let's you unveil the love you have and that love others have for you piece by piece until you aren't twisted grief but reformed love. And, for me, I think that might be what redemption and salvation really are.

#grief #grieving #griefsucks #dearh #redemption #red dead redemption two #electric boogaloo #salvation #idktags

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yes

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honestly, I think it's really healthy to sometimes acknowledge that pretty much every bully and bigot in the history of the world thought their bigotry was justified. They all had their excuses. So I really recommend doing some occasional soul-searching and asking yourself whether you are making excuses somewhere for mistreating someone.

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them 

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If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love ((Some Scaralumi to celebrate not only Wanderer’s birthday, but the birthday of my Lumine, @dawnandstars! Happy birthday, hun!)) Prints Patreon Twitter

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People in the BDSM and kink communities are the only people who are normal about sex, actually, and we should all learn from them.

I think everyone should familiarise themselves with the theory for such key concepts as consent, rejecting a sexual practice for yourself without judging it morally for others, sub drop and how it can happen even in the most vanilla sexual encounters, and aftercare and how it’s often needed in even the most vanilla sexual encounters (but often treated as a joke and something to ridicule).

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Wanderer wandering.

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hmmm…type A, B C or D…..HMMM~~~decisions

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You

Was our legacy to only hold hands in secret and kiss in the dark?

A cruel string of fate that intertwined our destinies in the loneliest of ways. To never be allowed to say, "You're mine."

Dark hair, swoop bangs, nose ring and the widest birth a smile could allow, I was going to fall in love with you. We kept saying it was the last time each moment our lips touched. We couldn't.

We couldn't keep apart but we couldn't be together. We were the Romeo and juliet lines I pinned to the back of that frame I gave you.

The same sex could only dance in the snow under the lamplight of a parking lot at 3am in the morning. They couldn't in halls filled with music and people.

It was 2008 and no one could know.

It was 2008 and your parents would kick us out.

It was 2008 and we were illegal.

It was 2008 and I couldn't choose.

Sin strangled me. The ominous word that meant to love you was to deny a god I was supposed to cherish. That your delicate skin was only left to be an ache on my fingertips. Frozen in place at hairs width from touch.

My greatest lie was to tell you over and over again that I didn't love you "like that". Like that person who thinks of your face recieving flowers. That person who only wants to to see your happiness.

That person who asked you to be the maid of honor at her wedding.

That person who when you finally confessed,rejected you.

That person who had no idea their sexuality included being in love with multiple people.

But you were the first.

But now your fickleness and scatter brained and chattiness and charity and body belong to someone you can call a Mr. To your Mrs. And not just a mistress.

And I'm 18 months sober from a world that held you at the center of it, realizing why the warmth was gone.

I love them. But I love you,

Too.

I have always loved you, too.

And I'll live my entire life with these three words I could never say aloud beating along with my heart as my greatest regret.

So, for all of tumblr to see.

For someone to finally see.

I love you. I've always loved you. In that over the moon, burn this city down just to show you the light way.

I

Love

You.

Maybe one day you will know.

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You

Was our legacy to only hold hands in secret and kiss in the dark?

A cruel string of fate that intertwined our destinies in the loneliest of ways. To never be allowed to say, "You're mine."

Dark hair, swoop bangs, nose ring and the widest birth a smile could allow, I was going to fall in love with you. We kept saying it was the last time each moment our lips touched. We couldn't.

We couldn't keep apart but we couldn't be together. We were the Romeo and juliet lines I pinned to the back of that frame I gave you.

The same sex could only dance in the snow under the lamplight of a parking lot at 3am in the morning. They couldn't in halls filled with music and people.

It was 2008 and no one could know.

It was 2008 and your parents would kick us out.

It was 2008 and we were illegal.

It was 2008 and I couldn't choose.

Sin strangled me. The ominous word that meant to love you was to deny a god I was supposed to cherish. That your delicate skin was only left to be an ache on my fingertips. Frozen in place at hairs width from touch.

My greatest lie was to tell you over and over again that I didn't love you "like that". Like that person who thinks of your face recieving flowers. That person who only wants to to see your happiness.

That person who asked you to be the maid of honor at her wedding.

That person who when you finally confessed,rejected you.

That person who had no idea their sexuality included being in love with multiple people.

But you were the first.

But now your fickleness and scatter brained and chattiness and charity and body belong to someone you can call a Mr. To your Mrs. And not just a mistress.

And I'm 18 months sober from a world that held you at the center of it, realizing why the warmth was gone.

I love them. But I love you,

Too.

I have always loved you, too.

And I'll live my entire life with these three words I could never say aloud beating along with my heart as my greatest regret.

So, for all of tumblr to see.

For someone to finally see.

I love you. I've always loved you. In that over the moon, burn this city down just to show you the light way.

I

Love

You.

Maybe one day you will know.

#same sex attraction #same sex relationships #lgbtq #coming out

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I'm sorry, cringe culture can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause it's dead!

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21 plus Genshin Server

Hi, I made a 21 plus Genshin server and wanted to invite anyone of that age and over to join. We are a smaller community and really just beginning, It’s a place for people who just want to be chill and kind and hangout! I do hope you will give us a try.  https://discord.gg/da2djFjy5a