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just wanted to doodle a little kissie(✿^3^)/~♡
#sorry for the art spam today#i just really felt like posting more ichigo content ❤❤❤#i hope yall don't mind#strawberry songs 🍓#🌸 my art
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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.
This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.
Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!
#hope yall enjoy😌#share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭#fics#fan fiction#fanfiction#writing#writing tips#smut#write#don't mind me#i dunno what else to tag this as
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*in spoiled British kid voice*
PAPA ME WANT MORE HUMAN VOX
PAPA ME WANT MORE HUMAN VOX
Pls (ily)
punch your lights out, hit the pavement
#THATS WHAT HE CALLS ENTERTAINMENT#messyr#yall im a busy bee but hey i hope u don't mind slow service#doodle#artists on tumblr#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox
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I can't see you. Do you see me? 👁️👁️
#scopophobia#eye strain#bright colors#creepy#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home wally#wally darling#wally darling fanart#welcome home fanart#wh wally#wh wally darling#wally welcome home#hello hello dont mind me! Tried to experiment. Not too good with “creepy” art so heres an attempt!#Wally practice!!!!#Maybe not the best but hey! I tried!#my style really doesnt lend well to outright horror#this particular style is actually one I use for personal vent art! Thought maybe it would be a good starting point#put all the warnings I could think of in the tags oh I hope its all good and I don't end up bothering anyone with suddenly RED ART!!!!#ANYWAY LOVE YALL MWAH MWAH SORRY IF THIS FEELS LIKE A JUMPSCARE ON MY USUAL COLORFUL PAGE LMAO#my art#sketches
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i miss u king... orz
#trying a different style i hope yall don't mind#i think this approach is easier on me(?)#ah who knows#time to mimir#art#artist#fanart#illustration#illust#tears of themis#tears of themis fanart#digital art#marius von hagen
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Glorimas malleus be upon ye
Also, here's my yuusona! / Yuu oc? Yuu...idk but basically my version of Yuu. Hopefully I'll make a proper intro post for her soon
Anyways, I wanted to make something for glorimas since it came to the en server so here it is!
Click for better quality
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#twst#twst fanart#twst glorious masquerade#twst yuu#yuusona#twst yuusona#twst oc#kinda???#not maleyuu btw they're besties here#hope yall don't mind that i gave malleus some extra scales bc of my hc#i wanted to put his tail too but it didn't come out right#anyways when i tell you that this took forever i mean it#you guys wouldn't believe the amount of times i changed my yuu's glorimas design#it is pretty simple especially compared to malleus but man i had enough of details with drawing him alone#also i ain't no fashion expert or anything ofc so i just. put and took out some stuff till it looked right to me#i feel like i'm missing some tags idk#maybe i just overtag stuff#is that a word?#maybe???#i drew something#oh that's the tag i was missing!#idk how i always forget it
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too sweet pt 2 - innocent!reader x graves
(because @shotmrmiller's prompt continues to rot my brain. also: pov change? pov change.)
NSFW - MDNI - MIND THE WARNINGS: (graves pov, big ol’ legal age gap, MANIPULATIVE bad man graves, i gave him a made up middle initial lol, corruption kink, dubcon(kissing and touching while reader is drunk, no sex in this part))
pt 1 here
There’s a silver cross hanging temptingly above your breasts when he picks you up.
You look so cute standing there on your porch, fiddling with your hair and dress, dropping your keys into your little matching purse. A sweet little peach that his mouth waters to bite into. Not yet though, he thinks as he turns off his truck. He opens the door, slamming it shut behind him. He knows that’ll catch your attention. As he rounds the hood he sees you staring at him, still wide eyed (excited, not nervous anymore) after all this time.
Not yet, he thinks walking through the fresh-mowed grass of your front lawn. He’s patient. He can wait; wait for you to want him as much as he wants you. Hell, maybe you’ll even ask for it, beg for it. He bites his lip thinking about what a pretty sight that would be. He smothers the thought as he nears the front porch.
“Waitin’ outside for me all alone, darlin’?” he says, watching you mess with your hair again. He’s trying not to let the lewd thoughts creep in, but you aren’t making it easy.
“Um, yeah,” you say softly, “Didn’t want to forget to lock the door.”
He quirks an eyebrow and leans against one of the posts that flanks the porch steps. So cool. Such a good actor.
“Doesn’t your dad usually-”
“He’s gone,” you ramble out, “Both of them. My parents. They, ah, went up to the lake for the weekend.”
You toy with the hem of your skirt again, not making eye contact. The old wood under your heels creaks as you rock back and forth. He cocks his head to the side, giving a gentle hum of acknowledgement. Nothing too eager or expecting, but enough to let you know he’s heard you.
He already knew where your parents were, of course. It was nothing anyone couldn’t gather from a little social media stalking, and he has plenty of time. Didn’t help that your mother posted just about everything on there. With pictures too. That’s how he knew that they had left mid-day, got there two hours later, and that now your mother was three margaritas deep and your father was working his way through a thirty pack with his fishing buddies in the middle of the lake.
“Hope y’all weren’t waiting for long,” he said with a smile, finally holding out his arm in expectation of a hug.
You smiled as you bounced into his arms. You melted into him, all stiffness and anxiety leaving once you were safe in his arms. You liked it when he greeted you like this. The tiny bit of chaste intimacy of it. He loved feeling you wrap your arms around him, bury your face in his chest and not-so-discreetly smell his cologne. It wasn’t all one sided, of course. He loved sliding his hand across your back, pulling you close enough to let him press his face into your hair.
Usually the moment only lasts a second, with one of your parents stepping outside to break the spell, telling you (him) to not stay out too late (like it mattered, they would be dead asleep long before you returned anyway), before he was chastely taking your hand or, more recently, leading you away with a hand on the small of your back.
Tonight’s hug was different. You pressed your whole body into him. He could have groaned at it; the feel your breasts and stomach squishing against his chest, your hips slotting against his. Fuck, you could be such a tease sometimes and you didn’t even know it. It was enough to take down a lesser man, but Commander Phillip A. Graves wasn’t some horny teenager that’s going to pop a boner the second a pretty girl touches him. Not that you made it easy. Lord, the depraved things he thought of doing with you when he was alone.
You leaned back in his arms, looking up at him so open and sweet with that pleased smile on your face. He can’t help but return with one of his own. You’re just too much sometimes. It takes a lot to not stare down your dress at your tits. Instead, he looks at your necklace. The delicate, silver thing dances in the porch light. He ran his fingers along the chain, stroking at your neck as he did, the roughness making you blush.
“Haven’t seen this before,” he said slyly, tugging at the chain. “New?”
You shook your head, bottom lip caught in your teeth. “My mom’s. Family heirloom,” you said softly.
“Looks pretty on ya, sweets,” he said letting it fall back into the crease of your neck.
Your skin is dewy, glistening with sweat. You have to move the chain back into place from where it sticks. Funny that. It’s not even that hot today.
He pulls away, hand still on your lower back. “Should get on our way, then,” he says with a shake of his head back toward the truck. “Reservation’s in half n’ hour. Can’t be late for our anniversary dinner now.”
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The whole of your anniversary date plans were a closely held secret. He’d told you the date but hadn't let you pry a single detail out of him. He’d planned everything out the night he saw your mom RSVP to the weekend at the lake. Found a romantic little restaurant, scheduled a reservation to fit with a showtime to that movie you’ve been talking about, even bought that cute little dress for you.
It was all worth it to see you now, after enduring your sad, silent pouts. Your eyes were as big as saucers from the second you walked in. This was clearly the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever been in, if he could read how hard you clung to his arm, nails digging through his suit jacket, as the hostess seated you. You trembled as you waited for him to pull out your chair in the dark alcove he’d asked for. After the hostess had left you with the menus you looked at him nervously.
“Som’ wrong, sweets?”
“Just . . .” you whispered, looking around nervously. The candlelight illuminated the underside of your face, highlighting your concern. “I hope I’m dressed nice enough. Didn’t know this place would be so fancy.”
It actually hurts him how much you doubt yourself. As if anyone could (or even would with him by your side) take issue with you. No one can compare to you. Not in his eyes. Your fresh face and simple beauty blew everyone else in the room out of the water.
“Prettiest one here. Besides, only the best for my girl.”
The waitress returned shortly after, taking your drink order. He surprised you again by ordering a whole bottle of champagne. For the table, he explained; for the both of you, for your anniversary.
“But . . . I don’t drink, Phil,” you whispered across the table once the waitress had left, the cork popped and two glasses already poured.
Good lord, he thought, doesn’t even drink. What part of heaven did you fall from?
“Take a sip,” he urged, “If y’ don’t like it I’ll finish yer glass.”
You slid the flute slowly toward yourself, the pale yellow liquid fizzing streams of large bubbles up the sides. You were about to take a sip, when he interrupted you by reaching across the table with his own glass. You blushed again as you clinked your glass with his.
“To . . . our future,” he said after a moment's thought.
“To our future,” you repeated softly, that small smile returning to your face.
He kept his eyes on you as you delicately sipped the smallest bit of champagne. It took a lot to not drain his own flute. It was damn good, lightly sweet and pleasantly bubbly. Not his usual but worth it to get you to loosen up. For how expensive it was, it had better be amazing. Your eyes met his after you set your glass on the table, imprint of your lipstick marring the rim.
“What’d y’ think?”
“I like it. ‘s sweet,” you said sliding the glass back toward you, dabbing your spot of missing lipstick.
He couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. One sip and you were already hooked.
“Lemme know when an’ I’ll refill y’ glass,” he said scanning over the menu, trying to seem disinterested.
He watched you out of the corner of his eye take another small sip. Then another, and another and another until it was half gone. He had fun making small talk about your family and plans for college in the fall in between your sips. You had just started to broach into his plans: when he would be away for work and where he would be, when the waitress returned to take your dinner order. You sheepishly pushed your empty flute toward him.
He gave his order but once the waitress turned to you, you had to admit that you hadn’t even looked at the menu.
“Well . . .” the waitress said, pencil to her lip, thinking of something to suggest.
“What do you recommend with the champagne?” he interjected, handing over his menu. “She really likes it.”
“Do you like fish?” she said taking the menu out of his hand then turning back to you. You nodded. “We have a white wine and rosemary poached cod filet with a spring salad on the menu tonight.”
“Sounds delicious. I’ll do that. Thank you,” you said handing over your menu.
Three glasses later, your meals arrived. You were more open and flirty now, and hungry. You did well holding yourself back from plowing straight through your fish. He fed you bits of his steak in between your own food to take the edge off your drunken appetite. Not that it helped much. Once you’d cleared your own plate he started giving your every other piece off his plate. You held up well until he’d reached the middle of his steak. You grimaced with the next bite, washing the pink beef down with another long drink from your glass.
“W’as wrong? Don’t like it?” he questioned.
You shook your head. “It’s raw. Not used to how . . .” you stopped to swallow, “. . . spongy it is?”
He chuckled, cutting another slice of meat, enjoying watching the red juices spill out over the white plate. Old habits, he thought.
“Can’t waste a good piece’a beef now by cookin’ all the flavor out,” he said with a laugh as he bit the chunk of meat off of his fork, teeth bared in a true, wolfish grin. And oh, did he feel like a wolf tonight.
“Sorry,” you apologized, flustered, followed by another sip. As if you were in danger of wounding his pride. “I’m just used to how my parents cook. They like everything well-done.”
The waitress appeared again before he could respond.
“Have you two thought about any dessert for tonight?”
He watched you look excitedly back and forth from him to the waitress, almost vibrating in your chair. He took a wild guess that, yes, you did want dessert.
“Depends,” he said sitting back cooly, grin still not faded from his face, “What cha’ got?”
“We have cheesecake: either plain or strawberry, and a triple chocolate cake.”
You let a soft “oh” fall out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You clasped your hands over your mouth when you realized. Both he and the waitress had a short laugh at your expense.
“Chocolate lover?” she questioned. You nodded eagerly, the bottom of your face still hidden in your hands. “Then you’ll love it.” she said to you before turning to him. “Let me guess: one piece two forks?”
“Sounds perfect.”
He promised to “help” you with the cake once all three towering layers of it arrived, but he mostly busied himself with slowly sorting out the bill. He was content to let you enjoy your treat on your own, but you insisted on repaying his earlier kindness by feeding him a forkful across the table. He gave you credit where it was due, you made it almost all the way on your own. He only had to grab your hand to correct your aim in the last couple inches. He didn’t let you break eye contact then, either. He let you pull away, back to your chair, to blush as he chewed the little bite, wiping a smear of chocolate sauce from the corner of his mouth.
He was clean when the waitress came back with the receipt.
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Like a true gentleman, he pulled out your chair for you when it was time to leave. He watched you stand up slowly, swaying slightly on your heels as you adjusted your purse and smoothed the back of your dress. That might be a problem. He didn’t need you falling on your face because he got you too drunk on your first nice date. He smoothly threaded his arm around your waist after you’d ambled around your chair. You looked up at him with surprise as he gave your hip a squeeze.
“Doin’ okay, darlin’?” he asked as he slowly lead you toward the door.
You nodded up at him, eyes still wide and almost teary. “Yeah just a little . . . dizzy.”
“Lean on me if y’ need,” he told you softly as he pushed open the restaurant’s front door for you.
It had rained while you were inside. The storm had passed, thankfully, but it left the sidewalk wet and the night sky covered in dark clouds. Not a single star peaked through. He felt you wrap your arm around his waist, a shiver racking your frame as you huddled against him.
“Cold?”
You nodded pathetically into his side. He pulled out of your grasp for a moment to shrug off his jacket. It wasn’t much, but it would cover you better than your little dress. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered harder, all alone and cold in the night air. A sick part of him almost liked how weak you looked now. Almost.
“Here,” he said throwing it over your shoulders. “Better?”
You didn’t answer, only nodded again. You reached out the front to hold his hands as he closed the lapels around you. You breathed out a cloud of warm air as you stepped up to him. He swore that moment spun by for an age, your every action taking longer than the next. Maybe he just wanted to sear your every move into his memory. The way you pressed your hands to his ribs, feeling the small stutter in his usually tempered breaths. How he loosely held your arms, strong fingers urging you to draw further and further forward. You reached up and grabbed his tie, tugging his face gently down.
He knew what you wanted, but he was going to play gentle until you either begged for it or he broke. Whichever came first. He stopped his face a teasing inch away from yours. You breathed another hot, champagne-sweet breath across his lips. He closed his arms around you, caging you in, running his hands down your spine to the small of your back. Your lips were so glossy in the streetlight, begging to be-
“Phil,” you whined, interrupting his thought, “kiss me, please.”
Well shit, he thought, if you were going to be so polite.
It wasn’t much of kiss, if he was being honest. He let you lead, only leaning down that last, lonely inch, so that you could press a peck to his lips. You pulled away right after, shy and surprised. You just stood there in his arms, waiting for him to do something, assuming the worst.
“Phil?” you asked nervously, trying to step away. “Did I do something wrong? . . . I’m sorry-”
Wrong? Oh honey. You’d done nothing wrong. Opened the gates and let the predator in, yes, but you know what you’ve done, right? You’ve been walking this path since that night at the bonfire. His sweet little thing, caught in his snare.
He smirked. All he had wanted was for you to kiss him first. To initiate. To remember everything this way, even in your hazy, drunk memories. It would be easier this way. You were always such a good girl, doing what he needed you to do with just a bit of a push.
He pulled you back into him and slotted his lips over yours before you could react. He squeezed your hip, earning him a gasp, as he worked a line of kisses over your bottom lip. The heavy, oily taste of your lipstick filled his mouth. You groaned into his lips when he caressed your cheek with his other hand.
“Shit, yeah, baby. I’ll kiss ya,” he groaned, pulling apart just enough to speak before diving forward again.
You were melting against his hands, letting him kiss you as much as he wanted in the middle of downtown. It was a good thing that the rain had driven most of the usual crowd indoors. He thinks you would have rather died than face people on the street after they’d heard your audible whine as he tested your top lip with his teeth a bit too hard. He let you step out of his embrace after that, laughing it off. You were so cute when you were embarrassed; cheeks flushing pink and eyes glassy, lips kiss-bitten. He could just eat you up.
He pulled you close to him again by your shoulder as he urged you to continue your walk down the sidewalk. You acquiesced, leaning into the side of his chest with a sigh as you fell in stride with him.
“Only a little farther walk t’ the truck,” he said rubbing your shoulder to try and keep you warm. “Then we gotta hurry up to the movie.”
“Okay,” you said quietly, falling into your usual mode of silence and thought for the rest of the walk.
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Your feet were sore by the time you got to the truck, so he lifted you up into your seat before climbing into his place on the drivers side. It had started raining again, too. He turned on the truck to get the heat rolling. He was buckled in and ready to pull out when he turned to you. He noticed you hadn’t buckled yourself in or turned the vents to face you like you usually did. You just sat, engulfed almost entirely in your seat, quietly twirling your necklace and watching rain hit the windshield.
“Darlin’?” he asked, flipping the middle console back so he could lean over to squeeze your knee.
That broke you out of your spell. You looked at him across the cab with those big eyes, tears about ready to spill over. The necklace sparkled in the overhead light once before you dropped it against your chest. With a wave and a soft “Come ‘ere,” you launch yourself against his side. Once you were back in his arms he petted down your back and held you as close as he could manage with your limbs awkwardly crumpled as they were.
“What’s wrong, sweetpea? Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it. I promise,” he whispered honey-sweet into your hair as you sighed and shook against him. He managed to pull your legs over his lap so that your knees weren’t digging into his kidney and your heels into his leather seats.
“Won’t be mad?” you piped, almost inaudible from how much you were pushed into his shirt.
“‘course I won’t.” What could he have to be mad about?
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
You sighed a long sigh, pulling yourself out of his dress shirt enough to look up at his gentle, smirking face. He followed your eyes when you looked down. Oh. His hand has been stroking from your knee to thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress. He was just trying to calm you. Honestly. He assumed his handsy behavior was bothering you. He was about to pull his hand away when you placed your hand on his.
Oh.
You pulled his hand down your leg until it was at the edge of your dress. The farthest he had ever touched you.
“Don't wanna go to the movie, Phil,” you whined, running your thumb over his knuckles as his fingers broke under the hem.
He pinched at the new, sensitive skin you’d allowed him access to. It didn’t stop you. Hell, you continued to push his hand farther under your skirt until, fuck, his hand stroked at what could only be the edge of your panties. You leaned against him and moaned. You were so sensitive it was boiling his brain.
“Phil, take me home. Please.”
“Sure you don’t want to go?” he joked, having to cover his ragged breathing with a laugh. It didn’t help that he chose to interpret your twisting grip on his forearm as your desire for him to move his fingers that little bit more to the right, barely touching your pussy through your underwear. “Been talking about it all-”
“Yes!” you keened, spine arching and hands balling into his shirt. “Yes, please. Just take me . . .”
“Where?” he asked sternly sliding his hand up the front of your panties, earning a shuddering moan, as he pulled away. He didn’t need to look at his fingers as they took hold of the steering wheel to know you were wet. He kept his eyes on you as he threw the truck in reverse, already rolling back. “Can’t do this here. My house or yours?”
You looked at him silently until a horn honk made the both of you jump. He slammed on the brakes and grabbed the rear view mirror to get a clear look at what was behind them. The little white truck he had almost backed into screeched out of the parking lot. He chuckled as he tipped the mirror back into position. Too bad for them they had a very noticeable vanity license plate. He would have to make a call about that later.
“Asshole,” he said with a smirk, holding you close as he carefully backed out; pulling onto the dark, wet street.
#mw2#graves/reader#graves x reader#cod fanfic#starry writes#I continue my sinning ways by denying the smut to yall 😔#It will be in the next chapter though! I promise!!#vote in the poll if you want to influence how the next chapter will shake out#edited the header to look more ~polished~ hope yall don't mind
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"الخيل و الليل و البيداء تعرفني ... والسيف و الرمح و القرطاس و القلم" ، المتنبي
Translation: "the stallions, the night and the wasteland know me ... and the sword, the arrow, the parchment, and the pen", Al-Mutanabbi
A tribute of sorts to a man of many attributes.
#someone send me an ask about all the goddamn symbolism i put into this#i dont think ppl read my long ass tags so one of you has to bear it lest i explode or smth#also this is no way the end of my fanart of this guy oh ho no#its just something i wanted to do for a while#also don't mind the bilingualism i just cant help it#this beast took approx 55hrs over the course of the entire pomegranate season#i wasn't dead for the past 2 months no i was dealing with uh chronic illness and also finals#peace and love hope yall like it or I'll cry#my art#cwilbur#dsmp#dsmp fanart#no glasses here cus i had to draw his freckles it had to be done#fennec.art
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Here are some doodles from @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion 's magma! <3
@allyheart707 (right) and @yourlocaltiredartist (left) made these beautiful artworks for me!!
#I am so blessed to have been part of this magma#Everyone was so kind and sweet!!#And all the art was incredible!!#rottmnt magma#magma doodles#magma art#magma#tmnt fandom family reunion#rottmnt donnie#little subjects au#rottmnt mikey#turtle tots#allyheart707#yourlocaltiredartist#Rlly hope yall don't mind me posting these#If u don't like it tho#Just let me know#And I will remove them
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I just got the biggest jumpscare of my life, so naturally had to run here real quick.
STOP BEING OMINOUS BABYGIRL 😭
#mind you it appeared right after i saw Espera's story#i felt like i was doing something incredibly illegal 💀#what DO you know. you bitch#(also yay i literally use the same brand for my violin strings. i need to restring my guitar so. we're staying in the family)#(actually now that i think about it i do have a fair bit of violin stuff from them. the rosin is SO NICE yum)#(anyways hope yall are doing good. i haven't looked at practically anything today 😔 if you see me spam reblog at like 2am. no you don't)#sleep token#sleep token iv
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Some fun pet drawings I did over on Reddit while figuring out how to draw digitally
#I’ve tried drawing ocs and I’m very not good at it so animals it is😂#i more or less just used pictures of actual animals which definitely made it easier but y'know#can you tell when i found the fur brush i fell in love with it?#my gf hates it cause it makes the fur go all over the place#but i love it because im a noob and fur is hard to draw 😭#anyway hope yall like my little dudes i made😌#don't mind me#art#my art#wolf art#animals#cats#cats of tumblr#sorta#hamsters#birds#digital art#artists on tumblr#cute#funny#the tabby and the gremlin ones are def my favorites#dont look at my bad handwriting 😅
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Legend sick fics you say 👀
Well I don’t think I remember too many sick fics off the top of my head but weathered and wavering by Quirkle is very good.
Once you have a collection please do share with the class 🫶
Hehe yeah. Here is the original post about Legend sick fics. I got a lot of recommendations in the replies and reblogs that are so cool- seriously I read a ton of them and you guys are so awesome (/gen)
@uniquevoidflowers wrote this fic for me which is amazing of course- it has some of the coolest imagery with a flower thermometer which makes me very happy
Pretty much all of @skyward-floored 's sick fics are awesome, including this legend one that was instantly recommended to me by quite a lot of people lol (since it was posted very recently) (go read it)
Fill the cracks with gold by @sister-dear was so fun to read, it might be one of my favourites for Four
I loved Hiding behind plaster and ceramics by @occasionallyprosie -it had a lot of takes I hadn't seen before and was also very good writing
@arecaceae175 recommended down, a nine chapter sickfic that is really good, I loved reading it.
There's a lot of other ones, and most of them are in the notes of the post I made:
@the-au-collector made this reblog with a ton of good recommendations, and @hero-of-the-wolf reblogged with one I liked. Idk if the links can work like that but we'll find out
And my wisdom tooth surgery went well :D I've stayed off the internet for a bit of recovery. I'm good I'm just not doing too much interacting when I'm tired *shrug*. I was scared because my health is always so bad but it was ok. :))) I have definitely spent a lot of time reading- I knew it was a good idea to ask for sick fics for surgery week XD
So that's the lovely list of sick fics I've been reading- for when you get your wisdom teeth out. Or you're not feeling well, or you just feel like reading. Anyways.
Also my mind is still pretty tired right now but I wanted to answer this- I hope it's ok for everyone I tagged, and my phrasing and language isn't good right now, sorry. Love you guys /plat <333
#asks#personal#Lu fic#??#I'm not sure what to tag#linked universe#linkeduniverse#yeah cause it's uhh yeah#Lu legend#fic#I've never done fic recommendations before so uhh I just kind of copied other formats after asking my friend for help#I also have barely done links! which is fine! ig. I don't know how those links with the reblogs will have worked so...#let me know if something doesn't work :)#(...I also didn't edit this much so I'm worried about how my words came across also my mind is still bleh because face surgery)#also like a huge fear is getting something wrong? like linking the wrong fic or @ing the wrong person so if I messed up sorry#<3333#god I love you guys so much#I wasn't expecting that much response but yall came through#who needs actual food not just soft foods when there's fanfic to devour am I right#but really yall are so awesome I could explode fifjfficikcif#twas a wonderful collection of sick fics#and I hope it's ok for everyone I tagged... and I still have so many others I love that's just what I read this week#yeah my mind is not thinking well so I'm going off the internet now#okie bye
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Hi I'm very normal about these alien designs 😖
Yall ever get a hyperfixation that just routinely shows up like once a month then it goes back into hibernation? Yeah that's Ben10 for me 😅
#ben 10#ben 10 fanart#highbreed#sixsix#galactic gladiator#my art#I have no clue how to tag for this fandom lmao#Eventually I'll doodle all my fave aliens#when will that be? WHO KNOWS#hope yall don't mind me tumbleweeding my way through this tag every now and then
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#THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭😭#THOUGH I REALLY HOPE YOU DON'T MIND BEING FRIENDS ONLY TvT#IM LIKE NOT EXACTLY BEST FRIEND MATERIAL T^T#I'M LITERALLY ALMOST AM NEVER ONLINE ASIDE FROM SCROLLING THROUGH A COUPLE OF ARTS AND FANFICS BUT THATS IT#I DON WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY HURT ANYONES FEELINGS IF I SUDDENLY DONT RESPOND TO ANY OF YALLS TAGS OR MESSAGES#i always get terrible anxiety from that TvT#STILL THOUGH YOUR ART IS ADORABLE AND I JUST WANNA SWALLOW IT WHOLE#😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️#ILY#KJJWHbJIEJDOEOJOJDWOHHEWJOHEF#YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME SMILE ALONG WITH EVERYONE OF YOU HHHHHHHHHHHHH#Lemme breath for a moment#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
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bold the facts: 𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚢𝚘𝚟𝚊
rules: Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
tysm @wldestluv-rs @helltrait @sikoi for tagging me!!!! muah <3333
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / N/A
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / other
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (trained assassin)
✖ Criminal Records: yes, for major crimes (was caught but escaped prison and goes under multiple aliases) / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between (kills anyone that hurts innocent people)
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between
♦ loyal (to like 1 person and her cat lol) / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions (went through psychological torture during training with LSD and other psychoactive drugs) / sometimes / frequently / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
**☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes (can't resist a little treat once in a while) / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
[ BELIEFS ]
★Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic
☆Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀Philosophical: yes / no / somewhat
[ FAMILY ]
◒Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children (wants to adopt <3)
◑Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned (both parents got shot in front of her by her kidnapper :///) / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual for serious relationships
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
**♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious (sometimes uses seduction to lure her targets so she sees romance as a tool rather than a desire, same as sex)
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
I tag @fizzytoo @bbrrambo @vampiredisk @vampiremilfs @missatan @crsentfairy @mobwhim @yuyulie @goblin-sims @ubebutter @minaevesmoths @diactrl @90s-trait @eldrichthingy @hellish-qt @vicciouxs @menshuldbeeaten @deathtulips @faestelle @skaterboisims @simphic and all my moots if you want to do this!!!❤️
#oc: Nadia Solovyova#nadia coded#she is the definition of a master manipulator#she will lure you in and snipe you#or just hack you into pieces with a butcher knife#whichever shes in the mood for#rule one: don't be a bad person and you won't die 💀#but shes generally a nice person to be around#just dont get too personal or she'll ghost you 🫶🏾#anyways i loved this tag game i want more like these!!!!#tag game#also i wanna interact with you guys more i hope you don't mind tagging yall 😭😭#if you've done this im SAWRRRYY🥺
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"we're taking over the world / a little victimless crime~"
["tuesday again?" voice] late to artfight? no problem! attack part of an art trade for @r1ngfinger! happy (belated) birthday wil!! + a few bonuses under the cut! <22
Glitchy bc it should also get to be here with his spouses!!! <22 but i couldn't figure out how to make the composition work with three people hkjhg :']
AND ALSO HAPPY BELATED ANNIVERSARY E-CHEM AND VOL!! WOOOO YEAHHHH!!!! <33333
#voliart#(<- guy who doesn't know the right tags to use) uhhh... welp! that's all the tags then!! hkjhgk#YALL DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS MUCH IM JUST EXTRA FOR NO REASON HKJHG if yall just wanna draw one guy that's cool!!#okay thats all twirling yall!! please take your time on your art trade i dont mind waiting!! <2222 i hope yall like these ^^
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