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Moved Again !!!
hmu if you want the new url
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just a psa that you now need to complete a few more steps in addition to emailing tumblr staff to enable javascript on your pages 🙃
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&&&. Anyone else having issues getting javascript approved? Got this stupid fucking email from them:
If you’re looking for an exception to use JavaScript on your custom pages, we’ll need three things:
1. The code that you’d like to use. If you’re trying to create a new page (instead of updating an existing one), please provide us the exact URL where you’re seeing the error message (for instance https://www.tumblr.com/customize/staff), along with the code that you’re trying to use.
You can use a tool like https://pastebin.com/ to paste the code and share it with us.
2. The URL for the pages (at least one-page example per blog). Please send one Pastebin link per blog/example page on which you’d like to use JavaScript on, and we’ll be more than happy to review and grant exceptions for your pages.
3. The reason you need the code. Please provide specifics on how the code helps make Tumblr better for you, your blog, and your visitors. We’re always looking at ways to improve Tumblr.
Note that the exception review can take a few weeks, but we’ll let you know as soon as it’s granted! Please do not create duplicate requests about the same blog.
#what the actual fuck#i look away from this damn hellsite for a few weeks#and it all goes to shit#ooc (( rabbit hearted girl ))#javascript#custom pages#coding#themes#pages
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varyingstorms:
&&&. i am trying to make a new blog but i have been waiting for tumble to let me use javascript D:
&&&. i would like to be able to the last 8 hours of work and turn off my computer
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&&&. i am trying to make a new blog but i have been waiting for tumble to let me use javascript D:
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Not abandoned this blog. Well. Sort of. Not abandoned the people and muses. But I have lost the war to the p.orn bots so am working on remaking!
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im here but at what cost
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&&&. do i move and reboot, or just reboot off this blog...again???
#it feels messy and cluttered which is not helping my ability to write#ooc (( rabbit hearted girl ))
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&&&.Okay but has anyone read the Abhorsen series by Garth Nix? Because I want to write it
#ooc (( rabbit hearted girl ))#not me trying to find an rpc for a nearly 30 year old YA book series#by an australian author no less#bc no one else in the world appreciates our authors
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&&&. local bitch determined to do at least one draft today
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#local bitch cant catch a damn break#haven't abandoned this blog#we just in struggle town population rhi#ooc (( rabbit hearted girl ))
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Talk fantasy prosthetics to me.
An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
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@pagetorn told florence ❛ i’ve formed the habit of liking you. ❜
&&&. sunshine exquisitely crafted into the form of a woman, her very bones the warmth of a spring afternoon, and her mannerisms a kaleidoscope of refracted light. all of that contained in a delicate skin of the softest petals. a rose that had bloomed so prettily, so vibrantly in these last months. since her last remaining bud had blown so tremulously into archers hand.
&&&. and so she flutters again now, on the gentle night breeze that she imagines to paint a delicate blush along her cheeks, called by the sound of his voice. quicker than the flicker of light across the frolicking water, she shimmers into existence before him. smile emerges on her face as a brilliant dawn, only partially obscured by the bouquet of flowers she holds - freesias and asters cradled oh so delicately by shy baby’s breath. “oh? i hope it’s a habit you intend on keeping.” an airy giggle unfurls gently from her lips, as her weight dances between her feet. “because i think my own habit is too well-formed to disregard.”
#pagetorn#interactions (( florence ))#the flowers all indicate affection#specifically a shy innocent dainty kind of affection#can be translated as romance or just general good feelings#but all just very soft and sweet#there's also an element of sincerity#she's showing him more of her#not just the shell maithias left her in#and im so goddamn soft over all of it
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magaprima:
“I want to bring back my son, you’re the one with the desire to make Death suffer, who wants to ‘enjoy seeing him bow’”
Lilith gave a roll of the eyes as she quoted back the woman’s own words. Emotional attachment, affection, wasn’t the exclusivity of ‘humanness’ as Rowena called it, but there did seem to be a particular brand of…idiotic arrogance that only humans ever suffered. It was enough to cause Lilith to desire to distance herself from her own more human origins even further.
“Death didn’t take my son,” She continued, “He died because it was the lesser of two evils; his death was a way to avoid a suffering that I knew would be worse than any demise imaginable,” He had been better off dead than raised by his Father, being made ‘worthy’ in the same way Lucifer had made her. No, she had suffered that fate herself; she wouldn’t let her son suffer it too. “Death spared him a crueller fate” But it hadn’t stopped her regretting it, wanting to take it all back. She had planned for them both to die, but left alone in the world, cursed with immortality, she had almost gone mad without him. “Now the threat has passed, defeated, I want Adam back. I have no intention of making an enemy of Death in the process"
And she couldn’t entirely trust Rowena not to be the…unpredictable factor to cause that to happen. The witch liked power, yes, but she was still young by Lilith’s standards and therefore prone to…ill-thought-out impulses
“If you’re not the one to help me, I’ll find another way. I always do,”
The difference was that, this time, there was a time limit; she didn’t exactly have the luxury of her usual careful pace. “Willingly answers their summons?” She repeated, “…Or forcibly?”
&&&. silence coils tightly between them, like the spring in the barrel of a gun. the witch falling into stillness, like a bullet into a chamber. feline had been the comparison she had worn so effortlessly since her youth; never quite without motion, her claws always kneading into something soft and shredded. this quietness of disposition is not her usual fare, and whispers of what made her truly dangerous. oh her impulsivity had certainly garnered a reputation, but she had maintained it by laying plans hundreds of years in the making.
&&&. “then find another way.” answer comes eventually in a tone with unnerving cadence, tripping like a quickstep. not unfamiliar from rowena, but unsuited to the circumstance. “your son was spared a crueller fate, while mine met his. and so did i, dear. so of course seeing death bow seems a rather delicious piece of collateral. i had thought our interests might align, but it appears i was mistaken.” pause, gaze flickers to lilith, and then away once more. a dismissal, though she makes no move to leave. “if i’m not the one to help you, i’m sure you’ll have no concerns finding another willing participant.”
&&&. treading a dangerous and fragile line. rowena regarded lilith as her queen, and certainly respected her authority and the lethality she wore so elegantly. she did not want the other woman as an enemy, far from it. but she was not without her own sharp edges, and had survived multiple encounters with multiple archangels. so neither would she endure the death of her son and her own suffering being insulted. “for what it is worth dear, death wouldn’t take me as a trade. we have a standing agreement that provides them far more amusement than to simply take me. that is why he answers my call, to remind me of what will come.”
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storiesung:
It sounds as if these beasts were looking for someone in specific, used to hunt down someone by some unseen force. Magic, perhaps. For what else can control a beast like that? Whoever this magic user is, they do not know what they are messing with. Controlling beasts is a slippery slope. As soon as the creatures have completed their task, they will turn, and they will care whoever dared to control them.
The smell of blood that comes from her isn’t too strong which tells Geralt the only injury is the gash on her head. If they wanted to, they could have hurt her far worse, which means she’s right - they did not find what they were looking for. “Did you see what they looked like, at least?”
&&&. “your concern is overwhelming, darlin.” delicate fingers finish cleaning the wound and apply a salve while she recalls the events that had transpired. head cants and eyes close while she places herself back in that field, hands twitching lightly to imitate movements. a moment lapses, before she turns back to the witcher, rises and sits closer. helps herself to the flaggon of whatever it happens to be on the table.
&&&. “werewolves, i believe, or therianthropes of some description. were i to guess, based on the recent disappearances, recently turned.” finger nails tap on the table as the pieces appear to fall together. “this sorcerer is looking for someone, or something, and must want it rather badly. using therianthropes for their exceptional sense of smell. using locals means it’s probably in the area, and who better to search the region than those familiar with it. and a creature as vicious as a werewolf...they’re expecting a fight.”
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so how do vampires have sex?
&&&. in short - haemomancy.
&&&. in long - vampires who are fully fed, or close to it, can control the blood in their bodies. they can do this to make a heart beat, or to...inspire other things that are activated by blood. so yep, vampires can control their own hard-ons
&&&. this haemomancy manifests and impacts other thing, such as providing extra control over anyone they may have eaten and left alive, or turned. it becomes stronger if they happen to have consumed any kind of magical blood, which is also addictive. it increases their regenerative abilities, and general strength. things like that.
&&&. but yeah. vampire boners.
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