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[idealism-world]

our first graphic mask!!!! very simple but fun to make.

credit if you use/reupload (u dont have to for rentrys/carrds/etc tho lol)

angel heart + sparkles

[chaaistained]

☕︎ my better cr; intro •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my better cr ≈

name : ℳ

age (when i shift) : 17/18 — i’m planning to either shift to dec 2021 or aug 2022 , wtv my subconscious chooses

occupation : university student — double degree in law and arts, majoring in media law and craft of writing & literature, respectively

+ part time tutor for english and maths, at the same private tutoring company i went to in high school

+ (eventually) part time stock acquisition and youth advertiser at a telecommunications company near my campus which is technically a nepo hire bcs my aunt works there

+ (eventually) paid internship at the australian taxation office for the study of torts and contracts and even tho i got in genuinely bcs of my marks and my interview it also feels a little nepo bcs another aunt (a family friend) also works here.. anyway

side hobbies/hustles : blogger (tumblrina in every reality if i can help it) , tiktok + youtube cover channel with two of my high school friends , fic author (ao3 curse does NOT exist here come at me) , occasional columnist for my uni’s student newsletter

my s/o : childhood family friend — lost contact and reunited ten years later — not revealing his name apart from the first letter bcs . he’s real .. anyway it’s 𝒜

౨ৎ meet ℳ

a sun kissed cinnamon bun personified — she is the smile that blossoms between warm cheeks during the burn of a sunrise ≈

in this dr i don’t change my name, and for that reason i’ll stick to the first letter (just like my pinned post) which is ℳ.

i’m nothing more than a normal girl, waking up each day already tired but willing myself to either go to uni or work, staying up late to catch up on the hours i spend doing other things, i have a closet full of clothes and yet i have nothing to wear, i have three of the same shades of lip gloss but they’re all from different brands so ofcs they’re not the same, i just bought a new journal but i’m yet to finish the one i got four years ago, i have ink stains on the tips of my fingers and chai stains on the pages edge of the novel i’m currently reading.

i just take every day like a new pot of tea leaves, waiting to be steeped to perfection.

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౨ৎ the metamorphosis

with frayed edges and tear stained cheeks, she undid the binds of a life once lived, a life once loved, finding the holes to be too much to bear in the everlasting winter of the cold reality that was thrust upon her, opting to take the needle and thread between her own fingers and stitch up the seams, to reinforce the realm of her existence into one that can hold her hand rather than hold her down

quite often i approach the concept of reinvention with a quivering hand, unable to part ways from the comfort — or perhaps the codependency — of that familiarity.

but eventually i took a step back and realised, there is no shame in finding freedom in what already feels right . after all, our souls are not dependant on this realm or this body, our consciousness is an ever expanding universe on its own, and our power to wield it is something that we have grown to understand and control in a way that allows us to live the lives we truly desire.. that’s all that this dr represents for me.

a life that i truly desire.

i’m not that different here, i have the same name, the same birthday, the same family. but it would be a lie to say everything stays the same.

i do admit to changing my appearance a bit, i’m nothing if not a perfectionist and whilst i do think my features have potential, i actually reach said potential in this reality. my upbringing has been revitalised to be something that enriched me rather than keeping me sheltered. my parental unit is less overbearing and more understanding, my brother is less of a jerk and more of a friend, my family relationships are less immature and more genuine.

i revise my failures in education, i revise my anxieties around success and the fear of that success being unreachable, i revise my health, my athleticism, my willpower and the general energy i have throughout the day to achieve everything that i wish to accomplish, everything that i could not bring myself to take a step towards in my previous reality.

my passions aren’t shamed here, they are encouraged. not just with the wary caution of a simple hobby but rather as an actual proper lifestyle, a feasible choice to make for a career, a skill that is supported as something from which i can make a name for myself.

and in this growth, in this metamorphosis, i find stability and comfort in not just my family but also my friends — people that i lost contact with, people that i drifted away from, people that i couldn’t bring myself to keep close because of the shame in my own progression or lack thereof — i’m not an aspect of shame, i never was, i know what i deserve and what i’m capable of and in this reality, i am all those things.

that’s why this is home, even after i break out of the cocoon and open my eyes in a world that’s familiar, it will also be different, because i’ll be different — no longer experiencing the slow sluggish state of what once was, for i now have a marvellous symmetry of splendour that holds me high, the equilibrium of my reality, where the scales finally tipped in my favour, levelling out to be amiably sound, with every flap of a butterfly’s wing.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ sugar heart cookies

it’s an inexplicable pull, an intangible tug on the heartstrings, a firm grip, a gentle ache, a deep longing. you can’t help but feel that there is something more out there for you, that there is someone more. someone that feels less like a piece and more like a whole person. someone who won’t complete you, but will help you complete yourself. two halves of a heart leaves you vulnerable when you’re apart, but when it’s two hearts beating alongside each other, the only thing left is to hold onto you

he sat beside me in his mother’s car. we were six (me) and eight (him). he sat in the drivers seat while his mother went inside the house to pick up a few things before taking the three of us (his little sister sat in the back) to a gathering of family friends.

his mother had bought us britannia little hearts. i can still remember the minuscule sugar crystals stuck to the tips of my small fingers while i dove inside the aluminium cover every few seconds to reach for the next tiny biscuit.

he asked me where i was that day — i’d stayed home from school because i felt unwell — when i told him, his first reaction was to nag me : “you know, if you’re sick, you shouldn’t be eating these. this is pure sugar.”

“yeah but i don’t want to listen to you!” — i was .. never really good at listening to people, especially not cute boys who were a little older than me.

he always seemed a bit uptight, but i guess i forgot how much he cared. because i can’t remember what happened two years later, during my last day in my old school. i remember crying, and i remember being comforted by people. but i guess i forgot that one of those people was him. i guess i forgot that he told me “it’ll be alright. i’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.”

it took us ten years but we got there.

this time, he was upstairs, in the house that was hosting a dinner among friends. i was distracted by my brother’s antics, one foot inside the threshold past the door and one foot on the pavement outside. with a flick of my head, my gaze turned up, up past the stairs in front of the door, up to the railing on the second level, a lookout point for the entrance.

he was leaning against the railing, blue button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, taking a quick glance to his side before doing a double take.

the silence felt like the calm before a pattering evening of rainfall, where you can feel the change in your future from the way the air seems electrified, from the way the clouds seems to churn around each other, like they’re brewing together, ready to erupt and explode into thunder, like the way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

he seemed familiar, he seemed important, he seemed to be everything i could ever ask for and i didn’t know why the sirens were singing in my skull but i knew in my gut he was meant to be important to me. i knew he was meant to be somebody.

it took me a second to look away, but that entire night, and every night that followed, and every day that came along with it, i can’t ever forget the sugar crystal glimmers of light in his eyes. and for every moment to come, i’ll hold the little heart biscuits of our love in the palm of my hands, because i’m not someone who listens to people very well, i don’t care if i’m not allowed, i want them . i want him.

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this dr is very near and dear to my heart and i can’t even begin to put everything i wanna say about it into one post so .. there will be more abt this dr

it’s literally home. it’s my life.

i’m so grateful for it xx

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

2025 © chaaistained

[pokeharvest]

Dick Grayson in Batman and Robin: Year One

textless versions:

[aroacebat]

candy apple cookie graphics? pleaseeeee 🙏

here ya go!

[oliveoilcorp]

Hi there, new followers!~ (an intro post)

You can call me Olivia or Olive

she/her

Black Queer graphic novelist / illustrator / writer of werewolves, supernatural horror, romance, etc.

ºMy Portfolio, Socials, and Store Linksº

*Support me on Ko-Fi* *Support me on Patreon*

Recent works include...

Darlin' and Her Other Names: A werewolf-western-horror-romance comic set across Colorado and Kansas in 1881. The story follows two strangers who meet in a moment of mutual desperation and forge a vengeful partnership. The first installment, Part 1: Marta, was self-published online in March 2023.

BALLAD FOR BLACK CASSANDRA: A brooding comic-poem published in October 2024 as part of the ShortBox Comics Fair. 

Hyssop: A short horror comic featured in the Ignatz award-winning horror anthology Shades of Fear... "Rachel becomes a live-in caregiver for an elderly woman on a rural property. Things between the woman and her daughter have been tense, and Rachel quickly realizes that this is no ordinary job."

The Muse: A short horror comic featured in Dark Horse Comics' Headless Horseman Halloween Annual... "Dear Writer, Congratulations on your acceptance to the Meadowgrove Writing Residency..."

Artie and the Wolf Moon: A middle-grade werewolf graphic novel that follows 8th grader Artemis "Artie" Irvin after she accidentally uncovers her hidden werewolf heritage.

That's about it! Thanks for following along with my work 💕

[actualbird]

i think the most endearing thing about the tot celestial romance event story so far is the fact that it is a direct continuation the tot dragonbreath event story but like, the nxx team literally has no external reason to be doing this beta test Again. in dragonbreath, they entered the game because of an investigation they were doing and they were like "ohhhhh nooooooo we have to roleplay in a video game together, how embarrassing :/" and that reaction kinda held some water because, again, they had an external reason for why they had to be in the game.

but in contrast, for celestial romance, it was basically implied that larry just simply Asked Them to do a beta test for their new game and they said yes. so NOW when the nxx boys are like "ohhh noOOoOOOo we have to do a silly group shout to attack, we have to roleplay again in this video game all together :/" it's like. WAY MORE UNCONVINCING because THEY....ARE DOING THIS GAME OF THEIR OWN ACCORD. THERE IS NO CASE TO INVESTIGATE HERE. THEY JUST SAID YES.

theyre so funny to me. like, boys, just admit that you all actually enjoy gaming together. it's okay. be cringe, be free.

[kodaswrld]

/) /) (｡•ㅅ•｡)〝₎₎ about my blog ! ✦₊ ˊ˗ . .╭∪─∪────────── ✦ ⁺. . .┊ ◟﹫ name : koda / mama koda / mama . .┊﹒𐐪 age : 19 . .┊ꜝꜝ﹒pronouns : she / her . .┊ ⨳゛sexuality : straight . .┊ ◟ヾ status : blog caregiver !

. .┊ ◟﹫ genre : decor creator ╰───────────── ✦ ⁺.

current taglist: @achooinmyheart @tiger-posting @littlemisspoets-blog @buni-cheri

dm me to be added ^^

join my agere/petre emoji discord server!! discord.gg/nerdi

my tags!! #kodaswrld ~ all my posts #kodaswrld moodboard ~ my moodboards #kodaswrld stimboard ~ my stimboards #dividers by kodaswrld ~ my dividers #koda talks 🎀 ~ my caregiver chats #koda answers 🎀 ~ my ask replies #koda freestyles 🎀 ~ my decor freestyles

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hii, i just wanted to let everyone know that i have open & free requests! you can click the make a request button on my profile or dm me if you’d like to discuss your request throughly!!

i can/will make:

ᯓ★ dividers/banners!

ᯓ★ headers!

ᯓ★ userboxes!

ᯓ★ profile pictures!

ᯓ★ moodboards!

ᯓ★ stimboards!

as you might have noticed, along with decor making i’m also a agere/petre caregiver blog! i’m not anyone’s personal caregiver as i’m not comfortable with that level of responsibility but; i am very open to any regressors in my ask box & dms. you may come to me with questions, updates or anything you may want to talk to mama koda about. i love you!! *hugs*

PLEASE READ:

~ if your request is never answered you should make a NEW duplicate one since it was sadly lost or forgotten! 🫶🏼

~ please do NOT ask me how i make my decor!! i love you all but that’s a boundary i don’t want you all crossing. 🫶🏼

~ please do NOT ask to me to be your personal caregiver. you all know i love you but i’m strictly a blog mama caregiver, not a personal one! 🫶🏼

PSA - My blog is theme focused around dividers, banners and profile pictures for your blogs! I mostly stick to agere, petre, pink coquette, romantic goth or seasonal dividers but I take ALL requests that i’m asked whether it be anime, scene or other. DO NOT REQ NSFW OR K!NK DECOR!!

⟢ ・if you’re interested in more decor i own a discord server!!

all dividers in this blog are made by me!

[jaynepixel]

My sticker book

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[unknown-till]

౨ৎ˚₊💎Hi!! I'm Till & welcome 2 my web graphics blog/archive!!

🗳️Here I will be posting different web graphics I’ve created, as well as old graphics I’ve found (usually from 2000’s) to archive them!

📨 Feel free 2 leave an ask & request for certain graphics to be made, found, posted, or to ask a question/just say hi! 📭 My asks box status may change from open to closed! I may take a bit to get to some requests or may not do some. 🪼 All the graphics, created by me, are free to use! Credit isn’t required. You can use them on any site or profile! If you wanna let me know what you are using them for, go ahead! (I’m curious lol)

📧 If you specifically want to repost my graphics here on tumblr or upload them to a resources page, blog, or hoard: please credit back to my blog, thank you.

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[spngraphics-archive]

Welcome to the SPN Graphics Archive!

🔥🐸 graphic design is our passion 🐸🔥

What will you find here?

This blog was created out of a love for fan graphics and a nostalgia for the graphics and manips that were such a staple of mid-2010s fandom here on tumblr.

The purpose of this blog is to collect SPN graphics, edits, and manips, with a focus on static images, though some gif edits may be reblogged, specifically creative / colorful gifsets, gifsets using typography, and manip gifs.

We also plan to host graphics challenges and other events to foster the creation of more fan graphics and manips!

Mod boundaries: Content related to incest ships or NSFW content between underage characters or minor / adult relationships will not be reblogged.

🚫 absolutely NO AI created content 🚫

Help us find graphics!

While we already have quite the queue prepared, we are still on the hunt for graphics, edits, and manips.

If you are a creator or if you keep an organized tag of graphics you reblog, please interact with this post via replies or reblogs and share those tags with us so we can add those graphics to our queue!

We also invite creators to tag or @ us in any new graphics you make!

See our pinned post for more details and our tag navigation.

[idealism-world]

more cool masks!! pixel + video game themed this time

credit if you use/reupload on social media ^^

alien + console

[cheezitofthevalley]

The intro post

Hi! I'm cheezit. I go by she/her, and mainly post graphics such as blinkies, buttons, stamps, and anything else I find around the random corners of the internet. I also occasionally repost stuff about music, art, and literature.

my pixel graphics side blog: @cheezitspixelcollection

About giving credit

What are blinkies? and another graphics guide

DNI: ummmmmmm I don't really care who follows me, but please keep requests and comments inoffensive and safe for work. I don't take nsfw requests. If I reject a request, don't take it personally.

# Guide!

By type: #blinkies, #stamps, #dividers, #pixels (includes favicons), #gifs, #buttons, #pngs, #misc

By theme: #🎧 (music graphics), #fishies, #📺 (any media other than music), #random, #🍎 (food), #✨ (aesthetic-based), #requests

radiohead blinkie by @sillynet

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Italy rentry graphic ໒ ˚⁎

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[dollywons]

hiii your blog is so pretty 😽. I was wondering if I could place an order? If I can great, I was kinda looking for black and grey welcome to my blog gifs and headers? Thanks, I hope you have a good day.

hi hii!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎ thank you so much! :D I hope these are close to what you had in mind, and that something here catches your eye! Hope you have an even better day! :> take care!! ♡︎ (≧◡≦) ♡

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[revenantlore]

Hi, hello, or as the brilliant and psychotic Jason Dean once said, greetings and salutations. You can address me as Raven, Kaius, or Rev, or Klaus if you’re a particular sleepy potato. I like neon flashy things almost as much as I like decrepit graveyards. Also dinosaurs.

As the banner suggests, I am elbow-deep in more WIPs than I know what to do with, and many of them contain vampires and jackasses [affectionate].

While I am trying to focus on no more than one or two at a time this year, chances are my attention will stray away from that goal and I will end up with even more WIPs than the year began with.

Here are my main projects right now … there are many more, but these are the ones I am focusing on at present :

a struggling alcoholic raised by his adoptive mothers is kicked out of the house when one of them decides to open an in-home daycare and needs all the space she can get. jobless and desperate, he moves in with his estranged father, soon to discover this reconnection was a terrible and life-threatening mistake.

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an elaborate liar named java is frequently teetering on the precipice of danger and poor decisions until he finds himself on a promising path of self-improvement while living with his brother … just to veer off that path the moment he meets a charming facade named colt and lands himself in a world of drugs and deception.

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there’s a new drug in town and it’s turning users into bloodthirsty vampires that crave the neon substance and its supernatural side effects. a detective and his android partner—both on and off duty, though unofficially—set out to end this endemic while trying and failing to dodge noxiglow’s temptations

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