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bra shopping makes me so incredibly bitter lmao I see someone complain about being a DDD cup and I just roll my eyes
#girl i WISH i was you#youve got plenty of options still#do you have any idea how hard it is to find a uk gg WITHOUT UNDERWIRE (<-autistic)#at this point i dont even care if they're cheap#i also have three different etsy stores that make custom bras on my to purchase list BC NOBODY ELSE MAKES A PROPER FUCKING UK GG#and when they DO have a uk gg its got so much lace and weird patterns and seams on the front of it that itll show thru your shirt#why cant i just get a SMOOTH BRA WHY DO THEY ALL HAVE TO BE SO ITCHY#anyways im also baffled by people who are able to buy cute lacey things and wear them under their clothes in public#like. my bras are contraptions. restraints. god i wish i was just a ddd cup#I have one (1) bra that fits correctly and ofc it has a seam RIGHT in the center that shows through my shirts and im so pissed about it#anyways. time to spend literally (not even joking) hundreds of dollars on bras that fit#each one that i managed to find is 80 dollars. lmfao#plus bra sellers barely acknowledge whether they're uk or us sized and im a us k cup so. baby i need to KNOW#its not a matter of ''ah its a lil small'' I SPILL OUT OF EVERYTHING#deep breaths
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inspired by this legendary post by @samberriez !
#fairly oddparents#fairly odd parents a new wish#peri fairywinkle cosma#dev dimmadome#cosmo cosma#wanda fairywinkle#if you see a mistake anywhere NO YOU DON'T 🚫 !!!!!! men in black memory eraser.gif#left whatever dev's deal is ambiguous but it very much was inspired by said post#where dev immediately wishes to be a girl upon meeting peri because i found it extremely funny and real#i Could give real evidence ie him mirroring his father's style to an obsessive degree#or the fact that dev's idea of a “powerful” version of himself is a glamorous cowboy in lipstick and heels#but true answer is that i am correct always 💚 peace and love#my fart (fanart tag)
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She will (and he'll let her)
#zutara#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#katara#atla fanart#prince zuko#zutara au#atla art#zutara fanart#zutara art#zuko x katara#katara x zuko#atla zuko#katara art#katara fanart#katara of the southern water tribe#the western air temple#This was inspired by THAT Trigun Stampede scene (if you're a Vashwood fan you'll know which one)#The “I'll kill you” *heart eyes* dynamic is SO Western-Air-Temple-ZK coded it's insane#Also Zuko loves girls who can kick his ass and that's canon. Like. The fact that they can and WILL plummet him to the ground is a big yes#I just know it#And yeah my boy was pretty crestfallen during that scene (too sad and defeated for someone who didn't have *ahem* at least a crush on her)#(In my very much not humble opinion)#But some (hidden) part of him was like “kissherkissherkissher” and you cannot convince me otherwise#I think about his dorky hopeful smile when he saw her literally all the time#And then the kicked turtleduck face that screamed “no smooches? 🥺”#Like what's up with that Zuko?#Why would you keep silent because you know you deserve this treatment for her but that didn't stop you from wishing otherwise?#Just WHY
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Mandatory handjob joke
#dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#edwin x charles#the Cat King wishes charles he WISHES#Niko what have you done#actually show your manga to charles as well#it's better than the alternative#(the internet. the internet is the alternative)#fandom i knew you would choose both on the poll#so i will be posting this today and the other one tomorrow#and then the girls i promised
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Quick doodles before I evaporate.
#jjk#geto suguru#satosugu#gojo satoru#Don't look to close these are so rough#“Girl dinner” I say to myself looking at the 500th tiktok edit of sato/sugu actually dry heaving wanting to crumble into dust#jjk is the worst thing ive done for my mental health in a while#anyway I still love them and wish they could have been happy together for a little longer#Didn't get a chance to hug your best friend and tell him how much he means to you in highschool#no biggie just do it in the afterlife#Jkjkjkjjkjkjk Everything is fine#my art#jujutsu kaisen
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a friendly little murder 😊🐦⬛🖤🗡️ the crows really said you're going to wear purple leather and you're going to like it
#teia cantori#viago de riva#auri de riva#lucanis dellamorte#illario dellamorte#datv#dav#dragon age#my ocs#my art#girl help im getting attached to side characters#it's like a little family if you think about it. if you think about. it. if you really think about it. if you really#lowkey wish i hadn't spent so much time on this but u know what#it's been a rough couple weeks i can overwork sm if i want#if there's two things i can always count on in my times of need it's organizing things into categories and adding tiny details to armor#dav spoilers#datv spoilers#veilguard spoilers#GAH sorry sorry sorry i forgot
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Nimona, the Comic: If you pay a little bit of attention, and you know a little about the creator, you’ll see this is a clear trans metaphor :)
Nimona, the Movie: (CLAMBERING OUT OF THE DOWN WITH CIS BUS) THIS IS A TRANS METAPHOR. ATTENTION, EVERYBODY, THIS IS A TRANS METAPHOR!
#Nimona#EPIC.#'And now you are a boy.' 'I am today >3'#'It would be easier if you were a girl :)))'#Ballister. Ballister BABY.#okay I want to know how many trans people are about to use the 'I got my gender transed by a wishing well' backstory.
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Dia dos namorados? Today!? NO!!!! Post aro Tsubomi right now
#Tsubomi is so cool I wish people talked more about her#what do you mean a common 14 yo girl was one of the people who resisted cult brainwashing the longest#while the entire city was under Dimple's control#just because SHE SAID NO????? and refused to do or take anything she didn't want to#and she somehow survived her day-to-day as the local school goddess even though people treat like a rival or a prize#an icon I hope she is happy wherever she went#anyways foreshortening killed me here and I had to reedit this twice because the hand was the wrong way#mp100#mob psycho 100#mp100 fanart#tsubomi takane#lalarts
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I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.
Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.
Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)
#s5 Jon in his white girl era#whatever the fuck that means#I'm still not done w the archives cuz busy n stuff but Jon needs to let Martin know wtf goin on#God may work in mysterious ways but you do not have to. Communicate with your man please#my art#the magnus archives#tma fanart#tma#tma season 5#tma spoilers#jonathan sims#tma podcast#martin blackwood#tma jmart#jmart#jmart fanart#jonmartin#there's so much going on in these and I am not sorry welcome to my chaotic mind#hope y'all read the tags cuz I need to announce before I fully make my Jon character sheet that his favorite band is linkin park#it's so funny and just right#tbf linkin park goes hard I'm tired of pretending it doesnt#but come on he totally was totally an edgey prick when he was younger#and older. he hasnt changed huh#anygays he totally loves linkin park and type o negative and three days grace and green day and evanescence#georgie was a paramore girlie I just know it#wish gerry were here he and jon would jam to type o negative so much :( and jon could introduce him to this cold night :(((#ok enough byeeeee
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Writing Prompt #12
Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.
Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.
Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly that—absolute.
While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.
These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".
There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five seconds—
"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhere—like the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.
But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.
He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.
"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.
"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.
"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.
He doesn't look away from the man.
"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."
"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.
The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.
The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"
Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."
"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."
He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.
"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.
"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.
"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."
"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.
"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."
"Him."
"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."
"Why me?"
"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."
This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.
"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"
"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."
Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."
"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."
"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."
"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."
"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."
"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.
"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.
"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."
"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."
"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."
Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should have—) he has not felt its weight until this moment.
Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.
"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."
The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.
"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.
"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."
"I have more than one."
"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."
"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"
There is a pause.
"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."
"Resolve what?"
"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."
"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."
Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."
The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."
"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."
"They will have already muzzled him."
Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.
"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."
"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon rips—
Clack!
"sluuuuurp!"
"Master Timothy, honestly!"
"Sorry Alfred!"
#i feel like I'm going to reread this and want to add other stuff#but I also just want to post it and get it out there#fun fact i scribbled a bunch of lines down at 2am bc i didn't want to forget them#im bad at multiple drafts#my writing#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#batman#i live to make everybody dramatic#but also i subscribe to a world where clockwork doesn't know how NOT to be dramatic#lol he's a ghost from all of time he doesn't know how to speak to humans and tailor it to the century let alone the decade#and his favorite little girl who calls him clocky loves how he speaks so#he doesn't need to change for nobody#nor feels inclined to#also I feel like as god he's way more inclined to threaten to get what he wants than like...be vulnerable#jazz: let's unpack that#clockwork: we never do#jazz: are you saying that because it's true or because that's what you want to be true?#clockwork: ...#also I cannot take credit for BITCH I MIGHTWING#wish i could#that is cash money right there#shoutout to 11thsense
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the modern villainisation of demeter will never cease to enrage me bc it wasn’t ENOUGH to just take a story of a girl being torn from her home from everyone who loved her and dragged away to be forced into marriage and twist and corrupt it until it was a romance story about female empowerment that wasn’t ENOUGH they HAD to take the original hero of the story the mother who went to every length to find her daughter again to bring her home and demonise her character until she was this horrific overbearing unloving mother. overprotective controlling without love. they turn the story of her grief at her YOUNG daughter being torn from her without her knowledge into the story of a misunderstood bad boy and a horrible cruel mother who won’t give him a chance and i really find it sickening. it’s ironic, that the ever misogynist age of hellenistic greece, has a better grasp of how disgusting and horrifying this situation was that a modern, self proclaimed ‘feminist’ era.
#ovids version made me cry#imagine you’re just a nymph watching your friend torn away from you by the literal king of the dead#and despite knowing how powerless you are against him you still choose to stand up to him#to stand up for your friend#imagine being so torn apart by the grief of losing her you weep yourself to death#imagine turning that story into a good girl/bad boy romance#weird#anyway#the story of persephone is personal to me#bc i wish my mother loved me like that#demeter was a good mother#you all suck for portraying her as anything less#idc if you disagree#‘oh myth is open to interpretation and reinterpretation’#okay. well i don’t care.#there’s such thing as bad interpretations#making demeter the villain is a bad one#making hades a misunderstood protagonist is also a bad one
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But I have promises to keep—and miles to go before I sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking about VAL listening to Shrue's radio speech when she confronts Carson, and wondering just how many times she listened back to that recording while waiting for him. Did it bring her some comfort, to listen to someone else's last words as she waited to speak her own? Did she feel a little less alone, keeping company with another ghost that hasn't realised it's already dead?
#🐉#the silt verses#VAL thesiltverses#VALshrue#<- if you want it to be#jart#i wish the radio audio looked better but i spent multiple hours reformatting it before giving up. so whatever.#(<- lowkey digesting his own organs about it)#anywayyyyyy this particular piece kinda possessed me i havent done anything for a week but think about it#most of the blood does not belong to my darling girl. but she is dying here. so nosebleed of doom it is.#the ear also because of my hc that they bolted her earpiece to her. and she ripped it out in the previous episode.#and her prayer mark wounds have reopened. because i wanted to really give the impression that shes falling apart at this point.#the red square is both a symbol of bloodshed and also limitation. and because i couldnt think of a good background.
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I stand with Louis no matter what. If either lestat or armand did that shit to me and people talked about me the way they talk about louis on here and on twitter you're gonna see me in history books
#mad at louis for not giving a fuck about magnus' lair when he was gonna kill lestat mind you he literally starved to death and DIED#not 3 days prior to going to kill lestat. louis explicitly said he was gonna go die with them coven niggas like louis was crashing out#and you mean to tell me hes supposed to give a fuck about their trauma at this time???????#girl fuck you. and your bald headed mammy i wish somebody would say that shit to me after they killed my kid#gaslighting and beating me and leaving me to die and they wanna say i should be nicer fuck you#i have to comfort the nigga who drove me to attempt after said attempt when writhing in agony but im the bad guy#cus i was a pimp a century ago go to the deepest pits of hell#and the pimp stuff is crazy cus none of what louis did as a pimp had a relationship to how he acted with his partners bc they had more power#in both relationships louis is powerless. jim crow Louisiana gay married to a white man and stuck in dubai with a 500 year old demon#who routinely gaslights and emotionally abuses him#louis pimping out women has an effect on his relationships to WOMEN. specifically black women. not them lil 2 pump ass niggas he was fucking#yall piss me off so bad yall really vex me at times#iwtv#interview with the vampire#louis de pointe du lac#ldpdl#loumand#loustat
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What is irep and Goldie(the triangle fairy) up to in this au?
Goldie!!!! Hihihi hello!!! Goldie is a Leisure Fairy! She specializes in Light Magic, so she goes around bringing sunlight to different parts of the world on Earth. Whenever a child prays or makes a shrine asking for sunlight, she responds to it!!
She has a very bubbly and bright (hah) personality!!!!!! On the surface. Goldie has a reputation to maintain as the "cutesy happy-go-lucky sunlight fairy", but in truth, she's pretty jaded for a fairy. She drops this facade around her close friends.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
#fairly oddparents#fop#fop a new wish#fop goldie goldenglow#fop goldie#fop irep#goldie goldenglow#irep#asks#itty bitties fop au#Goldie is the kind of girl to stop you from texting your ex when drunk#shes also the kinda girl to remember everything about you and bring it up randomly#like. the type of person you can trust to be very very honest about something. gentle!! but wont hold punches#i just realized goldie's outfit looks like the typical anime girl uniform#but i prommy it isnt#its worse actually.#i based her outfit on junko from danganronpa.#bcs in my head goldie sounds like. well NOT like junko. but like her sister pretending to be junko
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Don't let the neighbours see 🤫
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#Any coins sent my way rn would be massively appreciated!! Life expenses are kicking my ass at the moment 😭#I wish you guys could join me & Sabine and Rosie for a fruity cider in the garden. Evenings like this are blissful#cheeky#satans knitwear#girls with piercings#alt pinup#pinup girl#pretty lingerie#Lingerie as outerwear#bi girl#wlw#uk girl#Tbh I wish anyone would join me. I miss people to lounge with.
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