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pulsarsatellite · 2 years ago
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Happy Flat-- *cough* Valentine's Day!
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STETS I'M LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THE VALENTINE'S I HOPE YOURS HAS BEEN GOOD THROUGH THE SLEEPY AND HOW HARD YOU'VE WORKED ON THESE V-DAY CARDS
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pulsarsatellite · 2 years ago
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Happy Valentines Day!
Please, take this edible arrangement as my display of affection ♡
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Thank you so much for the tasty sweet treats!! I hope your Valentine's Day has been just as sweet and juicy. ;)
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pulsarsatellite · 2 years ago
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We all strive to shine like stars. Their glory, bold and bright. Standing out in utter darkness. Glowing vibrant in the night.
Unaware of how they glow. Their passion brightly burns. Seeking beauty effervescent. Constantly, desire yearns.
Rarely stars will come to earth. Their bodies flesh and bone. Their souls composed of cosmic light; A beauty rarely shown.
You stand before us, earthbound star. May your beauty never fray I perceive your glory here and now. Have a happy Valentines day.
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SPRING HOLY FUCK MY DUDE??? Seriously this has been sitting in my inbox for however long now and I've just been. Absolutely floored by it. This is legitimately probably the sweetest thing anybody has ever written for me.
Thank you, seriously. It's ridiculously sweet of you to go around writing personal poems to people and I hope your Valentine's Day has been very very good to you. If not, tell me where to direct my throat punches.
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r3starttt · 9 months ago
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Lady of the moon
caitlyn kiramman x reader | read this or DNI
an: I highly suggest you read the request, also, might be part one if this gets enough support bcs this idea has been sooo long on my drafts but it wasn’t until this req that I actually put my mind into it. Pls reblog, comment, whatever, thx mwah
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moonlight in a quiet garden, that’s her beauty
Another day of the usual stealing, running and trying not to get caught by pultover citizens as an attempt to survive in the undercity.
You were currently at the roof of what seemed like the fanciest mansion you've ever stepped, luxurious white decorating It's external walls and a deep dark blue on the roof that shined by the almost unbearable sun.
A jump and you were already outside a balcony, desperately trying to open the door as fast as possible at the sight of a nice amount of enforcers at the main entrance. Until desperation kicked in.
Something you've learned is topsiders have nothing to worry about, with that said, their security sucked. So a kick and you were inside what seemed like an office.
There were at least four bookshelfs fulled with books of all kinds of stuff, a huge table in the middle near the biggest window and the door you've came in, it had some sheets with designs, maths and other stuff written you could barely understand.
Aware of the minimum time you had to grab everything and leave and amused by all the stuff you would gain a good reward of, you disposed to sarcastically and slowly grab every peace of whatever artifacts you could find to put It Inside a small bag. Looking trough the books for anything that looked valuable.
That until a weird shimmer cought your eye. Blue and small there was a round crystal directing the shine of the sun to your eye, so you grabbed it.
It wasn't the only one so you didn't think twice and grabbed them all.
Humming, you didn't realize there were footsteps approaching until you heard some keys trying to unlock the door.
You've never get caught, so the panic of it all made you fall, and with it one of the blue orbits you've caught some seconds before broke.
As your hand extended to grab it the door got open, you closed your fingers in the palm of your hand, making of it a tight fist.
"Yeah, I think you should change this door, it's not the first time it blocks itself" That was the most feminine and sophisticated voice you've ever heard, accompanied by the profile of a girl probably your age, with blue dark hair. It reminded you of the crystals you've found. How could someone like her have a place like this for herself you thought, interrupted by a face completely terrified.
"Wait!" She screamed to whoever was accompanying her. You mover your fist to your face, relaxing it as your fingers expressed a silent emotion, warning her to not make any silence.
"What now? You forgot something again?" A male voice was heard, if it's wasn't for that girl you would be dead already, something you knew was men could only mean danger here.
The blue haired girl nodded, rapidly realizing she couldn't be seen so she spoke again "Yeah! I'm so sorry, just... leave the boxes here and I promise I'll help you"
Fancy black shoes stepped inside the office, gently approaching to you as the man probably mid upstairs groaned.
Accompanied by more steps, now going away and the loud sound of boxes hitting the ground right outside the place you just robbed. Your heart beat could be felt all over you'd body.
Why would a topsider panic about you? Why wouldn't she just try to directly kill you as you were told they would if they ever caught you?
"Just go, I won't say anything, I promise" she gently kneeled on the floor, leaving the box she had in hand as quiet as possible.
And of course you didn't believe any of it, but what else could you do besides running away from here?
"Don't come here again, it's dangerous" her voice and words caught you of guard. "Yeah I know that" you responded sarcastically, grabbing the broken crystal from the floor "Your people, they're all crazy"
You could notice a small pout appearing on her face "I'm sorry"
Ignoring her words you turned around, readjusting your bag now heavy on your shoulders, stepping slowly to the outside of the balcony, to leave right like you came in. "Don't be"
You shrugged, giving her a last look. She was the most prettiest girl you've ever seen, and somehow, even not believing any word she said, you could feel her warmth, she wasn't like the others.
And that tought as much as it made your heart feel nice, it also made you worried. Because piltover is made for the cruel and hunger of power, not for the nice and tender like her.
"Take this" her hand had something that looked like a music box, but by the way it looked it was probably the most expensive music box. Yet, it couldn't be so easy right?
You laughed taking it away from her and quickly saving it in your bag "Why for?"
"My dad's money, you won't get in trouble" the way she spoke elicted a smile on your face "thanks uh..." your hands moved, expressing you wanted to know her name
"Caitlyn" "Yeah, thanks caitlyn, hope to see you next time" she was about to laugh until everything went white. A loud pit covered your eyes, blinding you and making you jump out of there.
As you recovered the very small vision you could get you noticed the balcony floor cracking. Did she do this?
Did she do this?
You glanced at her, noticing a blue shine near her. It had been a peace of the stone it fell when she caught you.
Could the others explode? It didn't matter. You had to run away.
The voice of people screaming in fear caught your attention, making you look down at the floor that was starting to fall.
But before you could do anything there was someone waiting ro you already. By the way it screamed caitlyns name it was probably the same man you heard before.
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"I've heard you were running around piltovers finest?" Silco's voice was hear the moment you stepped inside what was home for you, for him.
"Don't be so mortified, look" as you left the bag fall to the floor you saw his face pointing at the big aquarium. "Beautful aren't they? Yet, up there... at the surfece, no one even know they exist"
His eyes narrowed back at you, opening his arms as he wanted for you to step closer. Once you did he placed his hand on your back, moving it up and down "they're monsters" you shrugged
"There's a monster inside all of us" you nodded, chuckling at the sight of a syringe. Grabbing it nonethelessly and turning your body to properly face him. Injecting it into his eye.
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The nation of zaun, that’s what you cared most about. You were born there, grew up there, saw your life get slowly destroyed in front of your eyes at the youngest age possible. You learned to forgive, on your own, ironically based on what you’ve seen. What you lived with that blue haired girl named caitlyn you managed to keep in contact after that one time you got caught.
You thought that both sides were doing their bests to have the highest life quality, to keep its people alive and to keep its own spaces existing. You knew you were part of the bad guys, the dangerous and dirty. Even though you weren’t, so, how fair was it to think the same about the other side?
Piltover’s citizens were people like you, afraid of the unknown, with imaginary enemies they were thought to hate since birth. People trying to survive with the peacefullest life possible, with dreams, families, life’s to give a chance experiencing in the best way possible.
So you couldn’t really hate them, because to you, that was ironic, stupid, nonsense.
Oposite to Silco, the man you grew up with, the one that saved your life, the one that was your only family. He thought you to hate them, to be powerful and never fear anyone, never trust people, not even your own, because it was only the two of you in this world.
And you couldn’t blame him either, he suffered what you saw, so you couldn’t really relate to anyone’s pain, specifically not his.
You were the reason this all existed. And how he would let you know, every day, every time. You’re everything that’s behind The nation of Zaun, you found everything that was necessary to create it and make it a possibility. For you it was someone else, a person you omitted while explaining to Silco what had happen and a detail Sevika didn’t know either. For you it was all thanks to caitlyn, who made sure no one searched for you after that, the girl that somehow managed to make people forget everything that happened.
The girl you were currently looking for, most exactly, waiting for since you failed to find her. She genuinely cared about you, and knew the danger of your stance in piltover, so the window of her room would always be open for you.
Laying on her bed you heard steps coming closer and closer outside her room, it could only be her so you waited for her usual entrance where she would catch on her bed the moment she stepped inside, smiling at you an practically running to ramble with you about whatever.
But today wasn’t the case apparently. You noticed the trophy she had in hand, probably her parents did something again and she didn’t like it. “Why so blue kiramman?” she laughed humorlessly “so funny” her eyes rolled as she stepped closer to her bed, you sat on it, waiting for her to come sit next to you.
“I’m a hundred percent sure it was your mom so, please cait, stop being so annoying and stubborn and enjoy your privilege yeah?” she shocked her head, grabbing the trophy in between her legs, making them dance on the air “it was someone else, I… uhm, wanted to tell you something”
You furrowed your brows almost immediately “did you do something? someone did something to you?” your eyes wandered all over her face, trying to read her mind somehow. She didn’t look physically hurt, she couldn’t be but you had to check anyway by how she was acting, you could never know with this people.
Caitlyn extended her trophy to you, confused, you just grabbed it in silence. But it all made sense the moment you read the word enforcer “You’re fucking kidding me? what’s wrong with you caitlyn?”
You leaned your face to make her look back at you “I knew I could never trust you” you groaned in annoyance. It made her look back at you, grabbing your writs and her trophy back, placing it on her bed “don’t say that, you know I have no more options”
“You do, you just want to make things harder for everyone. Just do what your mom says and let her give you a princess life Caitlyn” you swayed her hand away, walking to the window near her bed.
“But you know I don’t want that” her murmur made you so angry for some reason, you always agreed on it, you were the one to support her on not doing what her mom suggested. But she omitted a huge detail, one that you felt like a direct attack to you and what you cared most about, zaunties.
“I don’t want what my family wants either and look at me! I do what Im told and still manage to enjoy parts of it. You’re so privileged… it’s stupid that you’re tying to play the nice humble girl when you’re not, you could never know what it is to be like that”
You weren’t sure of what was more hurtful from this whole situation, but didn’t care either. “Playing the good guy involves me being the bad one, my people being the bad guys, and we’re not, caitlyn”
The tears that were slowly covering her face made you regret saying those words, but god how hurt you felt, how betrayed. Maybe Silco was right and it was only the two of you alone in this whole thing. Or maybe Caitlyn was growing up to become like her people, and so were you. Maybe oil and water can’t get along.
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“Golden boy…” you whispered at the huge sheet in front of you with the face of the man that was also the reason of everything. Jayce, caitlyn had told you about him. Everyone kept on saying how perfect he was but you were proven more than once topsiders are a bunch of pretty faces trying to play the humble.
Every time you saw that blue uniform you got a feeling in your stomach, nostalgia and disgust. You could only imagine it would at least look good on caitlyn, with her pretty blue hair and her pretty face, because you never believed there was a way she would actually made the job. Only for her convenience of course, like making even harder zaunties life’s, making your life harder, making Silco’s life harder.
Because that’s why you and your people were here for, the blue orbs that would make the difference.
After that fight with Caitlyn you stopped coming back in a while, fearing she could find you and you could attack her, fearing she could attack you and you would have to let her hurt you, fearing you could get her in troubles or she could get you in troubles. Yet here you are, doing it all for Silco.
Well, you weren’t supposed to be here exactly, but jinx insisted on letting her do the hard job. Sevika was there too so she would manage all, or so she insisted always, no matter what you or jinx or anyone else did she could always do better, so you were taking advantage of it to get what you wanted all at once.
Proving nor sevika or jinx could do this as you could, and taking a peek of caitlyn who had to be somewhere. Her family would do anything to keep her from seeing real world but as any other citizen in here, they had to play the humble and caring people so there was no way she wasn’t working on a day like this. Progress day, being also close with that golden boy she had to be at least standing somewhere looking pretty and pretending to work.
To your surprise there she was, right in front of you, some meters apart. She was standing in front of a tent until she turned around. Due the position you were in you couldn’t see who she was talked to, but she looked entertained. Until she didn’t, you lost her out of sight.
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“Caitlyn kiramman, why does that don’t surprise me?” you chuckled at the sight of amused eyes of a man that worked with you, covered by her, trying to make him speak with her usual sweetness, the same way she did with you. You had a gun pointed at him, ordering him to keep quiet as you kneeled near them.
She turned around, her face showed a mix of confusion but warmth, like the first time you ever saw her. You moved the gun closer to the man, signaling to leave, which he did immediately.
“If you care so much about the undercity why not ask your old friend mhm?” You saved the gun, extending your hand to help her stand again, which she ignored, eliciting a laugh from you “You did this?” her voice, it caused the same feeling that uniform, and her face, and this place. It made you feel dizzy in some sort of way.
You nodded “why, you’re gonna take me to prison or something?” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stepped back. “You haven’t changed” “Yeah?” you mocked.
Next to her on the ground you noticed some pictures, you just glanced at them, knowing she would pick them up the moment she noticed you looking at them.
“That’s not me, the mask” she narrowed her eyes at you, doing exactly as you’ve expected “He said something about a man, you work for someone now?” she seemed surprised
You shrugged “I always did” her mouth opened yet before she said anything you spoke again “I thought you didn’t do your job, you looked better standing and just looking pretty outside your mom’s tent”
“You were watching me?” her eyes studied your figure, furrowing her brows “it was her tent then? I guessed that” her hand traveled to the side of your arm, giving it a gentle snap, which made you jump back “What was that?”
“You disappear for years and now this?” now you were the one rolling the eyes “I thought something had happened to you”
You watches the scene in our silence, she looked genuinely worried, intrigued by this whole situation. It made you realize how normal you were about all this, how you’ve created a whole reality of her person now, and how inaccurate that might be.
But then you remembered why you left her on the first place, the words Silco said to you.
“So you agree your people’s dangerous?” you let out a sigh, turning around and watching all the mess your crew had done “enforcers are dangerous” you murmured, hearing her steps roaming somewhere behind you.
“I’m not, I’m here because I know something’s been wrong and I want to help the undercity” you shifter your gaze back to her “Why?” “For you”
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pulsarsatellite · 1 year ago
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@stetsonnewsie
may i share with you the best video on the internet
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pulsarsatellite · 1 year ago
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-squinting- why is that getting notes again...
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1dcommunityficrecs · 7 months ago
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Space Fic Rec
As we sit upon a rock spinning at 1000km/hr, and hurtling through the cold, empty universe at 100,000km/hr, illuminated only by a giant ball of gas and nuclear fusion 150,000,000km away from us that keeps us gravitationally locked in its orbit... I bring you six space fics! Cause space is cool as heck! Even if it's a little terrifying!
Take a look through, and if any catch your fancy then drop a kudos or a comment or a reblog -- your friendly neighbourhood fic writer appreciates it!
The Stars Look Very Different Today by kingsofeverything (43032, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
For Harry Styles, child genius turned glorified spaceship mechanic, rescuing lost or broken down ships is a fairly common occurrence. There’s nothing common about his latest mission, the ship, or that ship’s captain. The last thing he expects to find in a distant galaxy is the one thing he’s been missing on Earth.
Reccer says: I think the future world-building is incredible!
ghost of you by beckywritesthings (109111, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be
Reccer says: An incredibly written, epic royal space fic! Even if you've never seen Star Wars, you'll fall in love with these characters. And if you have seen Star Wars, you'll be amazed by how this writer plotted this story!
foothold by turnyourankle (18358, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive.
Reccer says: Such atmospheric, visual writing that was used to create such an interesting world! The characters are so complex and have inner demons that eventually reveal themselves.
Don't bring the Starbucks by LadyLondonderry (4814, Teen, Niall Horan/Rory McIlroy) – fic post Warnings: Minor character death (but as the author says, it's no one you like)
The one where Niall is a perfectly normal university student, until he finds himself an ocean away in the middle of Ohio with a strange man telling him to stop wandering off. Then he’s in space. It’s a whole thing.
Reccer says: Emmu's fics are always their own special brand of charming and this fic is no exception. It's so delightful and odd and it makes me so happy.
in other words by sarcangel (3758, General, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: mentions of past injuries leading to prosthetics
Niall works on a space cruise line, dancing with passengers, but the person he most wants to dance with is the captain.
Reccer says: A really fascinating worldbuilding (is it still called worldbuilding if it's in space? XD) I feel like we know so much about the background of these characters and this universe, even in only a few thousand words.
Breaking Through the Atmosphere by dinosaursmate (40416, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Louis is recruiting folks to colonize a new planet; Harry is the sweet, homesick painter/veterinarian he recruits.
Reccer says: Brilliant descriptions of what their life is like on another planet! And such a gentle, slow burn into realizing that you’ve fallen in love.
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pulsarsatellite · 2 years ago
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dramamelon · 2 years ago
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Constructicon Week is here! @constructiconweek
I'll be posting them here as well as reblogging with an AO3 link because they're all short pieces. :)
What Once Was
Day 5: Hook | Plushy Rating: T Tags: Minimal Editing, Canon Blender of IDW1 & IDW2, Snippets of Larger Story, Abandoned & Destroyed City, Haunted Houses, updated as necessary Fic Summary: In a moment of peace that was either the End of the War or a Temporary Truce (no one was quite sure where they stood yet), the Constructicons claimed the shattered remains of Crystal City as their own. So far, no one else had raised a fuss, leaving them free to rebuild as they wished. Chapter Summary: Then Hook stumbled on things that cast an unusual pall over the facility, a tickle at the edges of his electromagnetic field. Note: This is the snippet where I realized what was happening. :)
While waiting for his requested teammates to join him in exchange for sending Scavenger back out to pester Scrapper, Hook wandered a little farther through the halls. They were dim, lit mostly by the hazy sunlight that filtered through the broken roof and shattered windows. He heard the sound of unexplained movement in a room to one side as he passed. Not one for fanciful imaginings, Hook paused and turned toward the open door. He clicked on his headlamp to light up the interior. It wasn't precisely dark without it, but it was shadowy enough to make details less apparent than they could have been.
A few steps inside, his optics were drawn to an unusual object set atop what looked to be an old protoform incubator. His interest piqued, Hook made his way directly to it and felt his ventilation system stutter.
Hook hadn't seen the like in a length of time he preferred not to think about.
Laying dusty and alone, judging by the collection of cradles and medical machinery used only for sparklings he was quickly becoming aware of, it was probably a cherished item forgotten in the rush to escape incoming doom. How it survived near fully intact was a mystery that would likely remain unsolved. And it would also go no further than one of his own subspace pockets. The delicate and finely woven cybertitanium epidermis of the ancient stuffed sparkling toy—an ill-proportioned cyberhound with long, flopping audials—would not survive the rough handling his teammates would bestow upon it.
He hadn't quite managed to tuck it away when his seclusion was intruded upon, Scavenger seeking him out to identify yet another broken bauble pulled from the devastation. "Hook!" Scavenger called out as he scampered across the room, hands held straight out in front of him and curled around an object Hook couldn't quite make out. "Hook! Hook Hook Hook! You gotta tell me what this is!"
As swiftly as he could without risking the soft toy, Hook shoved it into the subspace pocket at his hip. He turned a slow look on Scavenger, folding his hands behind his back and giving the youngest member of his team an annoyed sigh as Scavenger came to a skidding halt in front of him. Watching as Scavenger tried to still himself, failing to dampen a short run of bouncing on his pedes before containing himself under the force of one arched orbital ridge from Hook.
"Uh," Scavenger started, gone decidedly electro-sheepish if Hook was any sort of judge going by the slump of those boxy Constructicon green shoulders of his. Unfurling his curled hands of the same hue like some sort of flower, Scavenger finally revealed the source of his curiosity. "Do you know what this thing is? It looks important."
Narrowing his gaze on the item, Hook frowned and stepped a little bit closer. He cocked his helm slightly to one side and reached out cautious finger to nudge the item to get a look at one of several other surfaces. Much like the plush he'd only moments before hidden away from view, the item Scavenger held was another ancient sparkling toy Hook hadn't seen in more vorns than he could rightly recall. A strange dip in the flux of his spark had Hook struggling for a nano-klik to compose himself.
A puzzle box meant to challenge the developing brain modules of sparklings as they grew into younglings, perhaps even older depending on the complexity, the toy was missing a couple of pieces. Nothing anyone on his team couldn't easily fabricate replacements for, of course. Still, the discovery had him wondering just what medical facility Scavenger had found for them. His recall of Crystal City was most definitely incomplete, but the toys of sparklings hadn't been common even before the war. Without bothering to tell Scavenger what he'd brought, Hook plucked the puzzle box from his hands and tucked it away with the cyberhound plush. His crane arm lofted and swayed behind him as the thoughts scrolled through his processor like a speedster on circuit boosters.
Holding up a hand to forestall any words Scavenger planned to say in protest, Hook said, "Take me to the place you found it. Mixmaster and Bonecrusher will just have to find us there."
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rinskiroo · 2 years ago
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I posted 765 times in 2022
That's 620 more posts than 2021!
50 posts created (7%)
715 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@virtie333
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@fluffynexu
@starlight-and-seafire
@systemic-dreams
I tagged 178 of my posts in 2022
#swtor - 11 posts
#omg - 6 posts
#xd - 6 posts
#i'm dying artoo - 5 posts
#ask - 5 posts
#cats - 5 posts
#pickles the cat - 5 posts
#moon knight - 5 posts
#jasati - 5 posts
#butts - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#her name is sao'la and she is so pretty and kind and tries to talk to everyone even if they don't want to and wants to destroy baras so bad
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Pickles and her fancy Halloween bandana 🎃
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Hey look at me posting fic again?? I started writing this years ago, and hopefully I will finish it?? Anyway, it's a fic about Ziost, and what happens after. Spoiler: it will be domesticity on Tython with LOTS OF ANGST. And maybe some smut, I haven't decided yet.
Theron/Jas (Jedi Knight), currently rated T, but knowing me it will probably change. 😏 And it's a WIP so I guess dive in at your own peril.
It feels good to write and share again. :) I have some Damerey in the pipeline too... but that I do think I want to finish before I toss it out there. 😀
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My #1 post of 2022
tumblr gives me things “in your orbit” and it’s literally tags that I’ve blocked
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trealamh · 3 years ago
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Rules: Write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Thank you for tagging me @bougietalia ! I'm a terrible cheat so instead of a line, have this wee snippet instead. tagging @rainbowfruitpastilles if you fancy!
from Trimmer (a dystopia AU, wip)
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Before the uprisings, before the war, Arthur had been simply their neighbour. Sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes; always a step behind his sister, knuckles bruised and nose bloody from jumping between her and the world. A distinct shape in Alasdair’s periphery. Orbiting closer it would seem, whenever Alasdair looked away from long enough—slipping between the cracks until suddenly he was there, a step away and looking at him with a quiet sort of earnestness that he’d be half-inclined to call courage.
Arthur had tried to bum a cigarette off him once, on one of the rare occasions when he’d been out without her. It is still one of Alasdair’s clearest memories of him from before. The serious furrow of his brow and the light blush on his cheeks. Gutsy slip of a thing, all of sixteen and so sure already of what he wanted.
Alasdair had blown out a cloud of smoke in his direction to make him squint and wrinkle his nose in distaste. Smiled and ruffled his hair fondly before sending him on his way. Kept Arthur’s indignant scowl tucked away behind his ribs like a maybe and kept an eye out for him from then onwards. There had been fewer bloody noses after that. And, sometimes, conversations—sitting on the front steps of Alasdair’s home until curfew, sharing a bottle of hard lemonade on Arthur’s birthday after stricter rations had been enforced.
Six months later, four men in plainclothes and military-issue boots dragged Cariad away and Alasdair had found Arthur kneeling on the glass of a shattered window.
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pulsarsatellite · 1 year ago
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@justaduckarts
I’ve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog’s a bitch-ass motherfucker, he pissed on my fucking wife! That’s right, he took his hedgehog-fuckin’ quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was “this big,” and I said “that’s disgusting,” so I’m making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Shadow the Hedgehog, you’ve got a small dick, It’s the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here’s what my dong looks like! That’s right, baby, tall points, no quills, no pillows — look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife, so guess what, I’m gonna fuck the Earth! That’s right, this is what you get: my SUPER LASER PISS!! Except I’m not gonna piss on the Earth, I’m gonna go higher!! I’m pissing ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT!! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplllllllets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!
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intrepidacious · 3 years ago
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☆ about me
“i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.” (allen ginsberg)
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☆ who am i?
nika, twenty-six, she/her; infp-t; leo sun, libra moon, scorpio rising; librarian, writer, translator and general language enthusiast;
☆ random things i like
writing; dogs; books; musical theatre; languages; chocolate; history; stories about magic; superhero movies; coffee; more coffee; tea; winged eyeliner; dragging people into fandoms; sleep; space stuff; rom coms; astrology; fancy notebooks; taking walks and taking pictures; tv series; hand lotion; animated movies; messy sketches; summer rain; travelling; fountain pens; the colour yellow; off-key singing; pasta dishes; sewing magazines; journalling; going to the cinema; semicolons;
☆ things to keep in mind
i write for myself, first and foremost. if you don't like what i post, i kindly ask you to leave and hope you will find something else you'll enjoy;
this blog is a safe space; i will not tolerate any kind of bigotry in my orbit and i'm liberal with my block button if i feel uncomfortable;
this is an 18+ only space; i will block minors as well as ageless, blank and empty blogs following or interacting with me;
this should really go without saying but please don't copy, repost or translate my work; i only post my stories on tumblr and ao3 and nowhere else; comments and reblogs are, of course, more than welcome;
on that note, if you like what i write and just like my posts, i literally will not see it; please tell me or i won't know. i promise i won't think you're weird <3
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keevansixx · 3 years ago
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Tumblr+ is a bad idea, but i understand why they are pushing for it?
Ok, how many of us have lived through the purges, watched as they nuked from low orbit all the artistic smexiness in a bout of puritanical fervor, while leaving the bots and blatant unfettered to rampage across this lovely hellsite free range and unchecked? Doing nothing while the shitiness of humanity is allowed to harass and threaten people for posting their hot takes (regardless of whether they are right or wrong)?
yeah, some of us have watched all that has transpired.
This is nothing new....
When you view past the staff statements, all the carefully crafted wording and corporate speak, all that remains is greed, pure and simple....
for some of us, this is a safe haven, a refuge from the rest of the clusterfeck that is known as social media. where individuals can post their innermost thoughts, creative ideas, and feelings to the ether. If the stars are aligned in their favor, while the word gods shine favorably upon thee, and the image deities smile in dank approval, we find other like minded souls piloting their own ships within this digital night that meet briefly to share a like, comment. or reblog before moving on to other horizons. In it’s simplicity, tumblr is almost the last bastion of creative thought left in the entirety of the world wide web. 
for others, tumblr is just yet another extension of their social media psyche, dragging all their real world baggage into it’s pages, hoping that someone out there may offer a solution to their own personal problems (or at least stroke their egos or biases to orgasmic bit) . Activists abound, and are shouting from the digital rooftops “look at me! See! See the violence inherit in the system, help help, i’m being oppressed!”” While the darkest ugliness in certain parts of humanity responds with vile poison and vitriol to ideas that do not agree or align with their own...committing the oldest of digital sins, in the newest of ways. Sad....but i digress.
Tumblr, to it’s corporate and wall-street taskmasters, is not greatly profitable in it’s current form. Sure, they get a little bit of money here and there from all the boring unremovable ads sprinkled throughout everyone’s feeds...but that’s just it. ad money keeps the lights on and the hamster wheels turning in the server rooms, and maybe a pot of coffee or box of stale doughnuts in the break room to keep the hamsters happy, but in the end it’s just enough to keep the site barely alive, while ensuring the devils get their deep pockets full of due.
The question everyone is asking themselves, but don’t know it yet, is...
To just Whom does tumblr+ benefit the most? 
It’s certainly not for the fan-fic artists who create art based on someone else’s works. certainly not for the shit-posters who reblog all the weirdly wonderfully funny and bizarre things the world web has to offer. certainly not for the fanfic writers, who craft the continuing stories of their favorite properties they do not own. definitely not for average joe or jane blogger who basically repost everything that crosses their feeds because they enjoy that stuff immensely, and want to share it all with everyone who follows them. Certainly not for I, who basically just comes here to post fictional stories from pregenerated prompts, whatever pops into my head, and a few reblogs from things that catch my fancy.
So who does that leave? In the Immortal words of Sherlock Holmes, written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, ”When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
For a few original tumblr artists, this may be a boon (but i doubt it). why would you settle for a middleman to get paid for your original art, when you could sell to a direct market off site for prints/merch straight to the customer and making bank? Seems counterintuitive to me to allow a site to step in to earn money off your hard work and creativity. Plus a paywall cuts you off from potential customers who may be interested in your works, but will not pay tumblr just to view your works....kinda shooting yourself in the foot going plus.
Tumblr+ is being built for all the clout chasers that think they will benefit from a blue plus mark (just like on twitter and instagram, go figure) banking on human vanity and obsessive compulsive disorder to bring in the money. (that’s right! buy that blue + mark ya little cash monkeys...spend, spend for that social credit! muahahahaha!)
The other reason is Porn. (don’t laugh...the internet you enjoy today was built on the metaphorical backs of the porn industry. every internet innovation enjoyed in the past 35 years was created, tested, and tried first somewhere to deliver, watch, and enjoy porn. sure it got started on university campuses, but the porn industry made it take off like a rocket to push product) Tumblr can’t beat it...they have consistently shown they are incapable of removing all the raunchy naughty bits from this site. If you can’t beat them, join them. Put all the adult content behind a paywall, set the price, and watch the money roll in as humans just can’t resist watching a good fluff n’ tickle. Set the booby algorithm phasers to “paywall”!  Wanna see that statue of Venus de Milo, or the statue of David? gonna have to pay that monthly fee to see. “Oh, but you’re just an artist drawing artistic nudes as a hobby? too bad! behind the paywall you go too. We want our cut of the share regardless how you may feel about it.” 
basically Tumblr is trying to change the clientele....facts. They hope to draw in the same demographics that make sites like reddit, twitter, instagram, and others profitable to the corporation, at the expense of the long term users that made this site the unique thing it is today. 
but hey, what do i know, i’m just a messed up monkey with an opinion, take it all with a huge grain of salt and live your best life possible....but the cards are not in tumblr+’s favor. 
Everyone has got an opinion on this, that’s all well and good. If you agree/disagree that’s fine too....just remember to be kind in all things, show the wisdom and grace of the best of humanity, take a deep breath before responding, and reply with the best of yourself as you can muster...after all, you’re only human....Ook ook. 
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autisticlalna · 3 years ago
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I posted 912 times in 2021
204 posts created (22%)
708 posts reblogged (78%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 3.5 posts.
I added 1,281 tags in 2021
#dsmp - 542 posts
#leo chirps - 240 posts
#tales - 113 posts
#yogs - 83 posts
#hermits - 80 posts
#shadow people au - 52 posts
#txt - 48 posts
#leodoodles - 46 posts
#friend art - 46 posts
#anonymous - 31 posts
Longest Tag: 129 characters
#i know yesterday i was saying i was glad tales was postponed bc i wouldnt be able to handle it and quitter static on the same day
My Top Posts in 2021
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chunk of a PMV im working on! am currently in that stage of doing stuff where im rapidly bouncing between projects so i dunno when this’ll get done but PROBABLY soon because my brain will not let this go
a quick summary for anyone that hasn’t seen me talk about DO before: this is an AU where Dream is a living mask with the power to possess people. there’s a lot of lighthearted stuff... but things go downhill fast once Dream gets a hold of Wilbur.
(song is Apply Some Pressure by Maximo Park!)
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first drawings of the month: various Karls
as much as his colour-blocks skin is difficult to look at, its also REALLY fun to draw bc i tried to make it weird and abstract. and... i may have gotten carried away! whoops.
trying to differentiate face / headshapes more so ended up attempting that and i think it looks okay? it feels weird but thats prolly bc im used to how i usually draw. ill figure out what im doing some day
153 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 02:37:41 GMT
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the DreamOut PMV i’ve been working on for 2 weeks is finally done!!
im gonna try something new and fancy and it’ll be premiering on my youtube at 1 pm est! disclaimer: i have never done a premiere before so this will be new and exciting for all of us
[ link to the premiere! ]
157 notes • Posted 2021-02-02 15:35:16 GMT
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actually, screw it, here’s some other panels from the PMV in progress! which will be done Soon:tm:
limited palette fundy feels weird and wrong. i might need to change the shade i used for his fur colour bc it just feels Incorrect on a spiritual level, and i never draw tubbo the same way twice. sapnap is literally perfect though.
will i ever post these at a time that isnt past 10 pm est? absolutely not
303 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 04:12:25 GMT
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i sincerely believe the in-character reason that slimesicle hasnt been on the dream smp since he joined is because he's still in orbit
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