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[randomseacucumber]

Hi, you can call me Ivy. Welcome to my blog. It's mostly a dumping ground for whatever strikes my fancy at any given moment. Currently, that's mostly danmei. I also reblog lots of pictures of animals of all kinds (including bugs, spiders, and snakes, so be warned; I don't always remember to tag). I write fanfic as well, and can be found on AO3 under the username random_sea_cucumber.

I am incredibly awkward, so I apologize for that in advance. I'm trying my best, I swear. I am also very prone to making typos (thank you, dyslexia).

Asks are open, if you want to say hi. :)

Bigots, please fuck off.

Profile picture source. Heading is Water Lilies by Claude Monet.

Currently reading: The Anatomy of Fascism by Robert O. Paxton, Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon: Volume Four by Shio Usui

[nyandela-catalogue]

“Not Where He was Meant to Be” (excerpt)

Heads-up for religion/religious imagery. We will not be posting the full thing due to the contents within the rest of the story being… unsuitable for this particular website. 🫣

Here is an excerpt of a story we wrote nearly 2 whole years ago. I don’t remember which of us wrote this, but ultimately, that part doesn’t matter.

As goes with the rest of our writing/art: please do not repost. Reblogging is fine.

Story is under the cut.

-a culmination of everything♾️

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The air in the large, empty church felt far more stifling than it ever had before, making Daniel Prophecy feel the need to clear his throat as he made his way to the altar- or, at least, what was left of it. He had been able to recover most pieces of it and put them back together, but despite still occasionally finding pieces of the structure strewn about, one piece he could not find was the face of the model of the Archangel Gabriel. It somewhat unsettled him, but considering he was the only one who still came to the church, it was what would have to suffice.

Kneeling before the altar, he clasped his hands together and shut his eyes, beginning to pray to whom he thought was his God. His lips moved slightly as he mouthed the words running through his head, his focus being solely on his religion’s practice and shutting out all sounds and most sensations around him, including the hefty flapping of massive wings behind him.

The figure that had flown in through one of the shattered stained glass windows was simply gorgeous. His blonde hair glittered like gold in the light, and His skin gleamed like porcelain each time the rays from the window fell over His body. His wings were massive in span, and His light-yellow robes flowed loosely around His form, still clothing Him but also implying they could come off with ease. Once His feet met with the faded red carpet, He softly padded over to the praying man and knelt behind him.

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[samuelroukin]

they need to invent a writing that is easy. and fast also

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[kilgarraara]

"I guess I never really faced my fears before"

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[noodles-and-tea]

Icons, truly

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[jonquilandlace]

[geezmarty]

(bellara/taash) nerd/jocks lovers rise up

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[samuelroukin]

hell yeah brother