#reblog?

[maybe-a-cynic]

Im making a big ass thing on notion

Basically, it is a giant catalog of therian and otherkin gear.

From ears and tails, to collars, to wings, to horns, to fins, to clothes, all of it. (Everything I could find at least.)

I have it separated by therian/otherkin, canine/cat/aquatic ect and devinekin/demonkin/darkkin ect.

Then, it's by type. Wild cat/domestic cat/other. Wolf/domestic /other. Ect.

Then it's by exact species. Timber wolf/snow wolf/coastal wolf. Stuff like that. For absolutely everything.

I'm trying to get as many kins as possible so everyone can use this, so please, comment your kin so I can make sure it's there. (Especially if it's a rare one!!)

ill add links and pictures, make sure they are not from harmful fur farms, make sure the quality is good, all of that stuff.

But yeah. I'm super excited for when it's done tbh, and I hope a lot of people see this. (Please reblog :'))

I'll put some pictures of what I have done right now.

[th3secr3th1story]

how gojo tries to get your attention after a fight

gojo messed up majorly. last night, he came home tired and stressed after a mission with a special grade curse. yes, it was successful (obviously. it's gojo.), but it still drained him.

he was so out of it and wasn't feeling like himself, but you, as a wonderful partner, tried to take care of him. gojo got frustrated, and sure, he felt guilty for it, but he was done.

and he took it all out on you. you would've gladly left him alone if he'd just asked you, but gojo was never one for good communication.

you eventually got the hint and realized it was best for him to be alone, but the words from last night still stung and the hurtful glares unforgotten. you decided you would just ignore him until he apologized. until he realized that you can't put up with this anymore.

so, the problem was now with gojo. he woke up that morning to an empty bed, curious, because you usually beg him to stay in longer.

and then, of course, it hit him. he can't remember what he was so upset about. yes, he was tired, but you were just there to help him after a long day. and he ruined it all.

sliding out of bed, he sidles up to you in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, trying to assess how much damage control was needed.

"last night was crazy, huh?"

"..."

"i absolutely destroyed that curse though, baby. nothing left."

"..."

okay...so maybe this was worse than he expected. but it would be okay because he would figure out a way to fix it all. he's gojo satoru; if he can kill special grade curses he can definitely get your forgiveness!

plan A--commence!

naturally, instead of apologizing like a normal person, gojo sneaks around the house tightening every jar he can find. your leave in conditioner, the pickles, jam...anything with a screw-on lid that he laid his eyes on.

all that was left was to wait for you to reach for one of the jars, realize it was screwed on too tight, and ask him for help.

an hour later, seated in the living room, he watches you enter the kitchen, looking for your favorite quick snack--pickles!!

he gets ready to see your angry but desperate face. should you forgive gojo and enjoy your snack, or save your pride but remain hungry? you'd debate with yourself for a bit, but eventually you'd begrudgingly walk over to him. "just open it," you'd say. he'd unscrew the jar, you'd smile at each other. he'd pull you into his ar-

oh. you opened it by yourself. the sound of a jar popping open snapped him out of his imagination, watching you pull out a few pickles and happily bite into them.

there may have been one small flaw with gojo's masterplan--he forgot that you're stronger than him.

no sweat! it's all good! he was already thinking up something new. it was time for plan B!

galloping over to your air conditioning, he cranks it all the way up (as much as your paychecks would allow, at least). he had seen this in one of those stupid romance movies he'd begged you to watch with him a couple months ago. it was only a matter of time before you ran over to him, shivering, begging for his warmth. he was sure of it.

20 or so minutes later, still nothing from you...odd! he walks around the house, curious to see what you're doing at a temperature like this. he finds you in one of his sweaters, curled up in your bed. his stomach sinks even more. he just wants to climb in with you, pull you into him, and smother you in his kisses.

"go away, satoru," you mumble. he sighs, sulking away back to the living room. at least you're talking to him?

he doesn't know how much time has passed but later when he gets off the couch his head hurts and he just wants to be near you. he'll do anything at this point. this is how he reaches plan C: apologize. what a novel idea!

he walks back into the room, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"hey."

"..." great.

"y/n, i know i messed up. i shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you and i should've just asked for space. i know you were just trying to help. i'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me, i miss you and i can't stand you ignoring me."

for the first time in what has got to be a thousand hours to gojo, you finally turn your head and look him in the eyes. you swear you can see sparkles in them. oh, the things he does to you.

"i just want you to tell me what you need, 'toru. i'm not a mind reader, i can't just know what you want from me. i need you to know that i would do anything for you and i hate when you put up these walls."

"i know, baby. i'm so sorry."

you sigh, smiling at him a little. of course you forgive him. you always would, no matter what.

"i forgive you. wanna get in here with me?" you ask, lifting up the covers a little. why was it chilly?

"absolutely."

plan C: success!

who knew that apologizing could actually fix things? certainly not gojo!

[phantazmikfoo]

"STUFF! AAAAA"

Some art i made for some chains as well as some silly things from Magma. I've been busy so i haven't had time to draw anything big this week. (not all things were drawn in this one week aha) :3

these are also something i wanted to add to the archive of tsp stuff I have :D

[ruexvn]

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎?..... 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎...𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢...𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡...𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚝?

"d-do you... uh.. w..wanna....."

𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙

"lets go o-out.."

𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜.

"really? ..sure id love to tobs"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒��𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

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𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙...𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

"oh! do a picnic! set up a nice place in the woods and then like walk with her until you arrive and the rest is up to you... or you could go into town and go to an arcade...or..."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜..𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎; 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 10 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎

"Hi toby"

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝.

"h-hey..you l-look.. nice.. cute really"

"aww thank you, nice clothes. I dont think ive ever seen you without your hoodie"

"y..yeah... uhm.. lets g-go then"

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡, 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚗𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

"i think you're more eager for this surprise than me", 𝚈/𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍.

“I just c-cant wait for y..you to see..", 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗��𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗.

"uh.. s-so.. sorry im not the best g-g-guy to go out wi..th.. but..i hope you...enjoy this.. y-ya know?"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛....𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 .

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[unfortunately-lilith]

the urge to redo my entire room, paint a abstract self portrait that is a metaphor for something, record an entire album, knit myself some clothes, embroider some converse, write a book, design a building, eat someones firstborn, write poetry, join a midwest emo band, and defeat god is so strong rn omg i cant.

[gotheevee]

So today is my third year anniversary of me coming out and the start of my transition 🥰🖤

It's been three years since, one of the hardest and best choices of my life. I originally thought I was nonbinary but shortly realized after making that decision, that I was a woman, always have been and just didn't know till then.

I have been struggling a lot with bills, I'm in Desperate need or tires, I almost got in a bad accident the other night because my tires are so bald and it started snowing 😓, I'm just not making enough. I'm in the process of looking for a second job ( not something I want to do 😔) just to scrape by. I'm not even able to buy some necessities some times. I don't have family or anyone to ask for help.

It's really frustrating this time of year, I'm not able to buy any of my loved ones gifts (one of my love languages) or get myself anything I want 😔 every year this time is just so harmful to my mental health, right after this month is my birthday and every year I just hate not being able to do anything or but myself anything nice 😓

If anyone can help that would be amazing 🖤 anything is appreciated really, and if you can help that way, I could always use a reblog of the post. Please and thank you to anyone that takes the time to just read the post 🖤🥺 I appreciate you

Cashapp- $thatgothstoner

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[tiisshu]

did i ever post this particular j/askier/g/eralt allergy thing on here? its over on my ao3 and i had to read it before i remembered writing it lol.

Of Course

"Geralt! There you are, old boy!". Chirped a vibrant and cheerful Jaskier. He had been traveling down along this road for the better part of the morning, it had started out as a dreary and damp spring but it had dawned bright and warm and Jaskier had began the trek to some of the smaller villages along the western realm of Velen. He couldn't really remember ever coming this way at this time of year before, usually choosing to stay in the larger cities where warm fires and crowds could chase away the gloom of mud and the smell of the decaying leaves along some of the less maintained roads. But here he was delighted to have happened upon the stopped Witcher near a stream refilling his water bags.

The answering groan made the edges of his smile widen, " Ah there he is, knew it was that overwhelming charm I missed. What you up to, huh? On your way to another Adventure? Monsters to kill?". Geralt recapped the final water bag and straightened, looking the bard over and trying to remember how many years had passed this time in blissful silence. He supposed there were worse times to have run into the chatty and opinionated Jaskier.

Still, he knew he'd regret it as he often did, Jaskier just... never seemed to assess the danger in a situation with any real skill and Geralt was left with far more objectives in a fight than necessary. He was hesitant to send the bard away though, something that had remained a touchy subject but mostly left unsaid since what had happened in the Mountains

. . . .

In truth, it really didn't take long. The regret that is. After a couple hours of travel and Jaskier's incessant ramblings of this banquet and that woman, and various other tedious things the pair fell into a sort of rhythm with Jaskier singing various lines to himself and making adjustments to a ballad he was composing and Geralt riding atop Roach at a pace that allowed the Witcher to go over some details in his mind on a contract he was hoping to pick up along the way. Each of them lost in their own task.

Huh.. ihh...

Geralt snapped out of his thoughts instantly, for a moment scanning the countryside- wondering what had broken his concentration when Jaskier suddenly twisted to the side and aimed a trio of sneezes at the ground.

Hih'Isssh! Issshuu! Huh' ih'Shiew! "ah, Bless me. Hitting the ol' dusty road a little too hard perhaps", He joked as he dug through his pockets in search of a handkerchief.

He always seemed to have one or two on him, though he'd start out the night without one. Odd little mementos of a love affair, he had once quipped after a party had gone particularly well and somehow he had arrived back at their inn with three tucked into his lute case. He supposed adding the tears in while he played "Her sweet kiss" had been a bit much, but he had been well rewarded for the efforts. Thrice.

Geralt hummed and tried to regain his momentum with planning when Jaskier slowed in pace and tilted his head back, lips parting slightly as he hitched, searching with half closed eyes to see if he could catch a sun ray to help it along.

"Huh... Hih' ... Ahhk'SSSHU! Eh'Hisshiew! 'Tsuu! Gods, s..s-still?", he turned away from the path and blew his nose, huffing indignantly when he found it did nothing to quell the itch deep in his sinuses and he could already feel his breath catching. Geralt sighed heavily and leaned forward slightly, swinging his leg over Roach as he dismounted. Jaskier cast him a fleeting look before he was burying his nose in the handkerchief again, his shoulders shaking with each hitch.

Hae'esshiew! Hishhah!.. Hngkxxt! "I.. Hih'.. I was kiddig about the dusty ro-ah- road", Jaskier tried to explain, realizing that this sudden sneezing really could only be explained by some sort of allergy. Fuck .

It didn't take a Witcher's senses to see just how miserable the bard was. The area around his nose and eyes was beginning to take on an irritated pink hue that stood out starkly against his natural complexion.

After each volley of sneezes Jaskier would cough dryly as he tried to catch his breath, a wheeze was beginning to be audible as he scraped in each breath before he was off again sneezing helplessly into his handkerchief.

Hng-xsst! 'tsuu Snf ...hih'Tshiew! Huh.. Heh.. F..fuck...

"Jaskier".

Huh' Ehg... W-wud? D'esshiew

The Witcher plucked one of the vibrant red blooms from one of the towering shrubs along the path and unceremoniously shoved it up under Jaskier's nose. The bard only managed to tilt his head quizzically and look up at him with those watery blue eyes before realization and the dawning need to sneeze hit him.

"Fuh..fuck Gera-ah-AhhShiew! Hae'eh hih?... Hih'Isshuu! Hngk'tsuu huh.. Ahh'Sssshhiew!

Despite the growing nagging feeling that he should be more sympathetic, Geralt had to roll his eyes, of course the Bard would be allergic to the hardiest and most abundant plant this side of Midscope.

"Honeysuckle", Geralt said then, answering the bard's cut off question. He tossed the picked flower and turned to gather Roach's reins to keep the horse from wandering off grazing.

Jaskier had distanced himself from the offending flower and was mopping futilely at his face as his body tried to rid itself of the invading threat, great allergic tears running down his cheeks and soaking into the collar of his doublet where an angry red rash could be seen cropping up along the jawline.

Heh.. Oh cuh-come on- uH'Hisshiew!

Jaskier at this point thought death might be preferable.

Leave it to him to cause such a scene so soon after convincing Geralt to allow him to accompany him, it had taken absolutely ages, but here he was being a mess in front of a Witcher.

That Witcher, in particular.

He'll tell me to leave again, he thought glumly, blowing his nose as thoroughly as he could now that the sneezing was dying down and being replaced by a dry itchy feeling beneath the surface of his face and a thick oppressive stuffiness that left him needing to breathe out of his mouth exclusively. Lovely.

The next thing he knew though he was being hoisted to his feet effortlessly by the larger man and hauled over to the horse. Geralt managed to extricate the soiled handkerchief from the bard and toss it into an unused saddlebag with a concerning wet squelch.

"Do you need an invitation?", Geralt growled when Jaskier stared at him uncomprehendingly. His watery gaze ping-ponging between the Witcher and Roach.

Geralt prickled with what he assumed was Jaskier just being a little shit and clarified, " Unless... you'd rather stay here", he gestured to further down the path where another Honeysuckle shrub grew.

The Witcher had planned their route down by Pyke Isle where he had heard talk of a few contracts, but as the season was just beginning it's shift towards warmer weather, they'd be better off heading north...

He narrowed his eyes at the bard and gestured toward Roach. Jaskier cleared his throat and seemed to remember himself and clamored to raise himself into the saddle. As if to remind him of what exactly had led to this sudden shift in plans Jaskier felt that demanding tickle buzz to life along the sensitive walls of his sinuses for one last comment and he raised an arm to bury his face in the crook of an elbow.

Hih' Ih... Snf Hih' Isshiew!

Geralt decided that was enough, he pulled a simple square of fabric out of one of the other saddlebags and handed it up to Jaskier before stepping back and tugging Roach's reins gently to begin the trek back to the crossroads so they could travel north.

"You owe me", Geralt said for good measure, couldn't have the bard thinkin' he had grown soft in his old age.

But Jaskier only sniffled and for once was silent.

[whumpyinside]

A question for my whump enthusiasts!

If you put yourself into a fantasy whumpy scenario, would you play the role of the

A. Whumper

B. Whumpee

?

I feel like I’d personally take the role of the Whumper, but there are a few things were I could see myself being the Whumpee.

How about y’all? Where do you see yourself? I’m genuinely curious!

[thh-collab-fic]

Introduction:

Welcome to the blog! This is a Danganronpa-Themed blog based on THH. This is a blog where we (introduced below), plan and write out fanfiction, rewriting the hit 2010 game Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc.

The Team!!!

@brainfilehasstoppedworking

@nerd-cat-rambles <- Me!!!

@sleepy-pile-of-ashe

@le-agent-egg

@yukiteruakari

At the moment we're just in the planning phase, but if you're interested in joining moot this account/one of us and then we can share the planning documents to you!

Feel free to ask (anon asks open) or submit posts/ideas to join! (run them by the mod.)

Constructive critisism, ideas all accepted! DM me or one of the other members if you want to join the writing phase!

If you're interested in the fic, please put any suggestions, ideas and reblogs on the #THH Rewrite Collab

Any questions, comments, queries, ideas, critisisms, etc. just put them into reblogs/ask-box/submit-posts and we can work on it!

Lots of excitement and love Owner One!

[pastille13]

░Добро пожаловать в Ателье сладостей!░

:：Gumdrop and Pastille • NomnomNami! ☆

!! Кредиты ☆★☆ художник NomnomNami !!

[potatosoupe]

@heinous-desiree this you, yes👀?

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

like shaking your leg constantly. twitching your ass. or other muscle. sometimes I am moving back and forth with my whole body tbh

[ruexvn]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚡𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎

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𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐..𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝

𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑝

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚡𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛... 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜... 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛.

"H-hey?.. what are y-you listening to?”

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜? 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜? 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕

"Digital bath by Deftones. Its one of my favorite songs"

"Could i-i have a l-l-listen?"

"Sure, hopefully you enjoy it as much as i do"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠

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@idateart this is my reblog without ruining it