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hal'd be a better parent than dirk
ok tbh. tbh. i agree. anyways take ur cursed bro-hal drawing
#lil hal#dave strider#bro strider#<- but not really. mostly just for blocklists i suppose.#homestuck#ask#silly submitted hal headcanons#also im drawing all of these sorry guys this was an excuse to draw stuff i havent thought of yet. lol#ive been teaching myself how to draw muscles bc of bro i guess its fitting i drew this#aka i made a bro transparent and was like wow i wish i could draw like that. so cool.#anywyas neough tag ramblign meow meow#actually no not done#i read a fic kinda abt this. not linking but ull probs know it. anyways yes hal would be a better parent than dirk. i mean not by-#all that much but considering hes yknow. connected 2 the internet.#yuh. anyways#im actually done now
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SOMETIMES Nightmare needs to indulge them in their mortal needs... to keep them functioning yk. But yk to be as lazy as possible just have them sleep together..
#I've been. thinking about wisps lately...#and errr yeh making new AU that I've wanted to make for like 2 years so yuh#sans au#utmv#undertale au#sanscest#if u want anyways#killer sans#horror sans#dust sans#murder time trio poly#murder time trio#like k said... if u want anyways.... doesn't haven to be ship...#UwU#comic#kind of anyways#I just started drawing killers bones for whatever reason and then just kept that idk what happened there#idk school makes me sad. I have school in like. 30 minutes😞😔
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💛🩷
#home life hasn't been the best but pim n charlie make it manageable#anyways#smiling friends#smiling friends pim#pim pimling#smiling friends charlie#charlie dompler#charpim#artwork#adult swim#digital art#yuh#:3
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both of us already know who it is
fish stealing incident
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail fanart#hsr#hsr fanart#hsr stelle#stelle#hsr march 7th#march 7th#hsr dan heng#dan heng#this one appeared before i opened the commissions and i couldnt just miss the opportunity-#but actually its not like your not allowed to request me to draw something#the thing is just i may not do your request lol#but a tiny mini reminder yuh anyway#its 7 am btw i literally spent whole night on this so dont be fooled by how simple it looks >:(
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Countdown to Seungmin's Birthday
↘ D-7: His best (cute) friend, Felix.
#who's birthday coincidentally falls 7 days before... serendipity again...... whats with me and saying serendipity lately... idk...#anyway... theyre lil besties and i love them#lee felix#kim seungmin#lee yongbok#seungmin#stray kids#skz#skz gifs#skz edit#skzedit#seungminsource#bystay#stray kids gifs#jesskz#createskz#seungmin being like 👉👈 you really picked me gets me every time like Yuh boy he's legit your lil big australian brother for life i think#if they had a team colour it'd be blue and gold bc why are they so often blue and gold lol
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Somnophilia smut with Sol? Reader doesn't wake up (Tʖ̯T)
No Rest for the Wicked (Sol x MC/Reader - Somnophilia Smut)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING TO THE STAGE, YOUR FAVOURITE TKATB WRITER !!!
SKY FORTRESSES AND BURNING CITADELS, WITH A LONGTIME-AWAITED, PROMISED SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA S.M.U.T.!
*bows*
Anyway, just a reminder this is rape, non-consented, probably slightly OOC, and I'm a (slightly more than) tad rusty in writing. I've also never written smut before, so do give feedback if you deem it necessary. Toodles, my sexy motherfuckers.
You could even say I came back with a bang. ;)
P.S. Also the M/C is written as a virgin in this, if your character isn't then congratulations! They hid their previous sexual escapades impeccably well, for Sol to not know.
- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
Wicked: evil or morally wrong.
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The room was pitch black, so heavily ensnared in the gaping shade of the darkened night that even shadows disappeared under its tarlike veil. Any ordinary, random burglar would be blindly stumbling about like an idiot, if they happened upon your apartment with…impure intentions.
Sol wasn’t a burglar, and he was definitely not ordinary. He wasn’t a mindless passerby on the streets, with a forgettable face and unassuming nature. Sure, he acted the part well, played the weak-minded shy kid well. But that act, that mask? It’s for the faces that litter his vision, that plague his sight and try to distract him from his goal, his mission, his messiah.
Faces that exist as a way to try and deter him from his forever, from his life and his bride, from his venerant Annabel Lee.
You.
He’s saving his true, adaptable, self for you. He’s willing to morph into anyone for you, alter himself, hurt himself if you so merely asked!
You could ask him to kill for you and he wouldn’t even blink until said soul was eviscerated; and their body exsanguinated and dumped in an outskirt lake.
He was the only one for you, your only soulmate, your only lover, your only.
So why did you always neglect him? Ignore him; spend time with him as a last resort, all in favour of that insignificant bastard-born slug?!
What did he have that Sol didn’t? Hmm?
The queries began to flood his mind, onslaught his body. He barked out a laugh, a cold, brisk sound that reverberated across the walls, before cruelly biting the skin of his knuckles.
Hush, can’t have you wake up now darling, not when you’re so serene and at ease.
He didn’t want to do anything bad to you, of course not, he loves you…! But even the best of lovers need to be taught a lesson…or seven.
Boots softly thud against your floor, their path marked by years of memory and intuition, and like normal, he makes his way to your bedside.
Sol might not be able to see you, but he doesn’t need to. He already knows how you sleep, he remembers the precise dosage of medication he needs to do this…he’s all set…
Yet the longer he stands there, the more time ticks by him, gently ageing you both second by second closer to a fated death, he was struck by an epiphany:
Why the fuck should he settle for this? He’s been in the darkness long enough.
The kid at the back.
The afterthought.
The forgotten face of the world.
If Jericho Ichabod gets to see you��then so shall fucking he.
In a bout of ornery, he ditched his boots and marched into the lightless expanse of your lounge. He knew you had a torch hidden somewhere, might as well finally make use of it.
Like he will of you.
Most people would’ve already ditched or aimlessly clambered around; but Sol wasn’t most people. He knew your residence inside out, all of them.Each place, grandiose or minimalistic, apartment or house. No matter where you go, he’s always watching, tonight’s just a little more…intimate, a touch closer than his usual escapades.
His hand softly searched the drawers, each soft click sent a thrilling chill down his spine, his body shuddered as he tactfully manoeuvred his way about the room. His fingers casually map each surface, fondling for anything remotely cylindrical…until, after what felt like millenia, he finds it. How lucky.
A lava lamp. Bright enough to see you, dim enough to not awaken you; and look at that…it’s red, like his eyes, like his lips…like his cock.
Were you thinking of me, beloved?
With methodical steps, silent as the grave, he strode back to you, placed the lamp in the closet door…and by God’s holy grail was he once more rendered stunned.
The soft crimson rays paint your frame in a way he prayed to one day replicate, with his own blood, perhaps? Paint wouldn’t be enough to perfectly capture your divine essence.
Your lips look so fucking good.
He wanted to have you so damn badly it hurt.
And he would’ve…until something crossed his peripherals.
A small photo, about the size of his palm, lay tucked away on your bedside drawer.
To say Sol was intrigued by this was an understatement, and his bubbling wonder continued to froth as he took in the details of this quaint square and halted.
All intrigue turned to rage, white and hot like his flesh and it pelted his mind like hail on an abandoned car; before an idea, comical as it was repulsive, crept into the depraved depths of his mind.
What better way to avenge himself than make the whore see? See how much better he is, both in appearance and in bed?
A lifeless grin moulded into his face, Sol positioned the photo to ensure it stared right at him; The slug isn’t worthy of seeing the pretty things you’ll do; he thought.
He bored his eyes into ones of disgusting cobalt, before turning down to the grandest feast of his life.
Slender fingers, corpse-like in colour, caressed your face, measuring once more the map that is your body, his eyes hungrily raking over your sleeping form.
Against his better judgement, he lowers his head and drags his tongue, languid and unhurried, across your neck, his teeth softly rubbing across your zen pulse.
He swiftly rose up, his face burning and his breaths stuttering; all the while his cock — like the night before, and the one before that — began to fucking ache, straining horribly against his pants, almost begging to be allowed freedom from its constant confines.
The urge to tear off your clothes and piston himself so deep inside you that your body would refuse any other dick was so tempting. The mere thought made a small wet spot appear, yet Sol would take his time, after all, this was merely you making up for teasing him, right?
Fuck it.
In one swift motion, he’s at your side, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his hand casually dived under your shirt, worming its way towards the mounds that lay atop your angelic heart; but you couldn’t possibly blame him, they’re so malleable and beautiful; just like you!
He inhaled sharply, before closing his eyes and stifling a pathetic whimper.
You smell so fucking good.
His whole body was like a bomb, ticking away until either his time runs out and he leaves to care for himself elsewhere, or until he allows himself to… indulge.
If Ichabod got to revel in your presence, then so shall he.
“Mhh??”
Shit.
He froze, his body arched over you, his hoodie half off, exposing his burnt abdomen, carmine circles and purple dots peppering him like seasoning.
Ahh…you told me I was beautiful in your eyes once…but I won’t risk you rejecting me from these, darling.
Another reason why he loved you oh-so much. You’re so pristine, so pure, so perfect that it stung. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t remotely close to reaching the bar of whom someone like you should have; but he didn’t care anymore. You were here, beneath him.
And he was going to have you if it’s the last thing he ever does.
Soon enough, his mouth returned to your pulse, suckling on the throbbing flesh and his teeth cautiously caging the arteries, until a mark — angry red like the burns that paint his skin — started to blossom.
His hand inched up your breast, the pads of his chilled fingers encircled your areolas, the nips hardened and prodded at him, begging to be pleasurably satiated — and satiate he inevitably would.
He swiftly moved to straddling you, this time in entirety, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on your torso. When you’re lying so prettily before him it was almost too easy to forget how much bigger than you he was, how small and dainty and delicate you were compared to him.
Using his other hand to lift your nightshirt to your collarbones, Sol redirected himself fully to your breasts, his teeth grazing over the buds before rapidly digging them into the warm fat, his nails clawing at your sides like they were pencils upon a blank canvas and the artist had the eureka of a lifetime.
His face felt torrid, his whole body felt like it’d been set ablaze and he’d barely started.
Look at what you’ve turned me into, but I’m not complaining, how can I?
Sol suddenly wished he was a snake, so he could coil around your body forever, his fangs lodged in either your neck or tits, while his tip would remain buried so deeply within you that you’d forget what it meant to move normally.
But hey, he could still do one of those things. The drugs are significantly stronger this time.
As if to test the waters, he delicately shifted your blouse off of you, tossing it somewhere else on the bed whilst he — perverted as he knew he was — admired your figure, his hands mellowly brushing your arms and kneading your curves, wanting to ingrain this image of you for the rest of his life.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. How are you so pretty?”
His cock was shrieking now, hell, he was struggling to contain himself. But he could hold off a little longer, right?
No. No I can’t.
His hands weren’t even his anymore, by the time he’d ceased gazing at you, his belt was being yanked out and he was aggressively tugging his pants down, a sharp slap! bouncing off the walls as his dick emerged from its confines, dribbles of translucent white steadily seeped out the shroomy head.
He inched closer to you, deciding to fully ditch his clothes as he tenderly brought your hands into his. He covered them each in kisses, suckled on your fingertips, before guiding them towards his throbbing crotch, your fingers tightly clutched onto it; it’s like you’ve wanted this as much as him!
Shit. Fuck. Fuck you’re so pretty.
Blanketing your fingers with his longer ones, Sol slowly pumped himself into your palm, his whole body almost falling on top of you with how violently he shook at the sheer magnitude of carnal pleasure that coursed through his veins.
A pitiful whine emitted from his tongue as he commenced vigorously propelling himself into your hand, the drastic change in speed and temperament making the sensations nearly overwhelming.
It forced him to hold his weight up over you; like his arm was a pillar to a divine shrine, one that he deems you more than worthy of. But he supposed this is the best way to be close to a god, to worship a god.
Shit, I love you. I love you so much, you don’t know how crazed I get when it comes to you.
Sol turned to the small picture of Ichabod, before looking respectlessly at the view under him, and smirked.
From his nigh-omniscience when it comes to you, Sol knows you’ve never had sex, and he’d be damned if your first would be Crowe.
He continued to piston himself into your palm, contemplating whether he should move on…elsewhere, while he could.
Your hands weren’t gonna be enough, he wanted Ichabod to see him fucking you, making love to you; you didn’t have to be conscious, you’d still love him either way.
Sol relished in the thought, as his thrusts grew erratic and variable, his abs clenching and his arms locking in as he prepared to release, to paint his magnum opus — to paint you white with his cum.
I love you, I love you so much, I want you so much, you’re everything to me IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.
He moaned, gripped your hand and placed a messy kiss to your lips, using his other appendage to pump faster and faster, until his body physically stuttered into it — until his whole being shattered, and a fountain of his sperm splattered onto your skin, leaving your body glistening under the vermillion light of the lamp.
But Sol wasn’t done this time, for how could he be? He had to make sure nobody got to you before he did.
He kissed you again, his tongue diving into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern, his hand — the one that formerly served as a buttress — coming down to the band of your shorts, his fingers gently prying them down with your panties, and judging by its appearance, it was one of the few he hadn’t touched — how cute. It’s like you wanted him to gather every garment that’s pressed against your core, that felt your slick as you touched yourself.
Gah, the thought of your fingers buried inside you, toying with your clit, playing with your tits.
Anything you do arouses him, but the thought, oh fuck him, the thought of you using yourself whilst thinking of him — like he about you — makes him feral.
Without even thinking, he plunged two digits into your pussy, silently (s)creaming at how smoothly they entered.
Your body knows it’s mine, hahah! Fuck…you’re hot.
Pressing a thumb to your clit and his other hand over your mouth, Sol feels himself going sexdrunk, watching in slick satisfaction the squelches and pretty little Os your hole made around him, trying to crush his bones and slurp them into its warmth, as if it wanted him there forever. Not that he mind, he’d curl up inside you and live as your sentient sex toy if he had his way.
He sighs, his cock turning a brutal shade of red as his eyes observe the beauty that lay within how well cocooned he is inside you, and that’s with his fingers!
Repositioning your wrists so that he could comfortably hold them in one of his own, he redirects his attention to your pussy, thrusting with vehement pleasure into your depths, feeling your wet rapture on his skin, and his pace only increases; like fire on drywood.
The flames of his lust for you, the burning pyre of his love for you, it wasn’t enough in his eyes to see you so shortly each night. It shouldn’t be normal for him, he wanted to take you, to have and hold and love and worship and admire and caress you each day and night, for all his life until both of your ephemeral existences fell by the threads and you both lie in a shared sepulchre next to the sea.
He goes faster, his thumb circling the fleshy nub with affection, a small whimper stirring from your lips.
“Mh…C-crowe?”
Sol ceases, ears alert, eyes widened as he realised whose name you uttered.
Hah. Hahahahah. That motherfucker.
He was gonna go nice and soft on you, gonna be loving to you; but clearly, clearly you needed a little…reminder, of whose thick, fat, juicy cock was inside you.
Removing his sticky fingers, Sol tore apart your thighs, his nails etched so callously in your flesh he barely registered the groan that slipped past your mouth.
Crowe huh? My gorgeous darling, you’re so beautiful but you should know you can’t say such vile things.
He moved his cock with a tenderness towards your gaping entrance, the head brushing against your labia, a waterfall of gasps tumbling out of his mouth as the contact — evasive yet so direct — sent rushes of cold adrenaline down his spine, making him arch himself into you, searching for the closeness he’d wanted for so long.
Cupping your hand in his, he forced himself deep inside you, an onslaught of euphoria surging past any potential despondencies he might’ve had and he slammed his lips onto yours, the slapping of skin and the popping of each entry and exit his cock made out of you left him dazed in the sensual chorus of a symphony built upon ecstasy.
Even in all the times Sol’s touched himself to you, fucked himself into your undergarments or clothes, he’s never thought how immaculately well you fit around him, as if you were the warm, tight nut to his aching, etched bolt.
He was in pain, a beloved pain that came only from first love and lust, his heart screaming as he kissed your lips again and again, squeezing the life out of your hands as he muttered an obsessive, possessive manta:
I love you. I love you. I love you.
He spent so many years waiting in eager anticipation for you to be his — to feel this sick love that he felt for you — like he was yours, and now, now he had you, claimed you. He wished Crowe was here so he could spit down his stupid throat. The idea felt tempting, maybe Hyugo could help him one more time.
But that’s for later, he’s with you now, and nothing is more invaluable to Solivan Brugmansia than you.
He couldn’t cease his gratifying motions, his suppressed moans, or the blitzes of unfiltered joy that rained down his face as he cried; fell apart both bodily and soulfully. His lips fell to your neck again and he marked you, tainted your priceless flesh with his teeth, contaging you with the plague that long since infested his mind.
His thrusts grew sloppier, his body was boiling as he stuttered out a hushed whimper:
Shit, I love you, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I love you so much-
And with a sharp bite to your shoulder, a callous bracelet of bruises to your wrists, and blood seeping from your swollen lips, Sol came deep within your heat — oceans of his desire-fueled suspension tumbling about inside you, painting you in white, his dove-white passion. For you.
Only you.
Yet as the waves of his lust left him spent and empty, he rose his sweating body above your form, tears running down his pallid face, and cupped your cheek.
He knew he should clean you up before he loses himself once more, but whilst he remained buried within you — his kingdom, filled with the seas of his undying adoration, he turned to the photo of Jericho Ichabod, yanked it off the wooden surface — and tore it to shreds.
#reminder that geo is superior#the kid at the back#tkatb vn#tkatb#tkatb x reader#sol brugmansia#solivan brugmansia#tkatb sol#i died for three months and came back#and sol came inside you#how lovely#anyway hyugo and crowe smuts coming soon mayhaps idk but uh yuh teehee#IM RUSTYYYYY#i am free from my debts
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finally finished these
#i finished poppy ages ago and immediately decided i hated her#came back months later and realised she's literally fine#anyway. yuh. i got these on the shop as stickers#hassel#larry#poppy#rika#pokemon#scarlet and violet#scarvio#elite four rika#elite four hassel#elite four poppy#elite four larry#paldea#art#my art#artists on tumblr#finished#pkmn#gen 9
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with d(a)emons and empowered humans being connected by having a d(a)emon coalesce when an empowered human is born, wouldnt it be funny if Gavin and Freelancer or Avior and Starlight were connected bc one was created due to the other—
#i like torturing myself#two Avior mentions in this video guys! 😁😁😁#(copium)#anyways#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redactedaudio#redacted demons#redacted gavin#redacted freelancer#redacted avior#redacted starlight#redacted 101#yuh#vinn says fandom things#vinn says really dumb stuff#vinn yapping#vinn theorizes
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omg guyz it's Hatsune Miku as a signalis replika omg
#signalis#signalis oc#I GUESS it's an oc??#idk I dont own miku#anyways#hatsune miku#vocaloid miku#miku fanart#vocaloid fanart#vocaloid#signalis fanart#I love signalis actually#made me cry#10/10#anyways this is a redraw of an old drawing#so#yuh
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sano-kurokawa august trifecta 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ (click for better quality !)
manjiro / izana / shinichiro
#fromaryg#fromaryg: queue#anime#digital art#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tr#mikey#manjiro sano#sano manjiro#izana#kurokawa izana#izana kurokawa#shinichiro#shinichiro sano#sano shinichiro#yuh theyre all connected shsjsj#this will be my last art in a while#live posted anyway#i'll prob queue kazutora's bday art
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hiii!! noritoshi always looks so cute in your art style! i just wanna give him a big smooch, and i was wondering what noritoshi would act around someone with a snake, thanks!! and i love your posts!!
Noritoshi'd be cautious at first. A snake is a reptile that should be treated carefully. Assuming the snake belongs to you, he'd ask questions. It's natural to be curious, and who knows a snake better than its owner?
He'd want to hold it but wouldn't feel ready unless you insisted it was okay. That and you'd have to guide him along the way.
Noritoshi is fascinated by things he doesn't get to experience often, so he might fall in love with the little scaly friend right then and there. The longer you look at him the longer you can catch small glimmers of fascination in him as he looks on at the snake.
Oh, how he'd run his mouth with questions faster than you could answer. "How often does it shed?" "What conditions does it like to sleep in?" "Do you really feed it rats?" "Is there a difference between a male and female snake?" "What do you do to entertain it?" and so many more. It's alright if you don't know an answer, he'll just write it down and find out on his own later.
A pretty snake like it's pretty owner, he thinks.
#noritoshi#kamo noritoshi#noritoshi kamo#btw. i doubt hed treat you any different if you had a snake which is why i focused more on the snake#he just thinks its another addition to someone hes fond of#and yuh i chose i random ass common pet snake for this dude to hold bc im not gonna give my princess smth dangerous to hold#anyways snakes are dope as fuck#cloaked cult member
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meow〜
#my art lol#vocaloid#vocaloid fanart#kaito vocaloid#meiko vocaloid#vocaloid meiko#vocaloid kaito#kaimei#sorta?? can be read as platonic/romantic idc interpret as u wish#red#blue#black#there's a funny bonus that goes w/ this but i hate how npf doesnt register breaks properly anymore and fucks up post titles#so i just wont add it here ig. rip. there was ALSO supposed to be a companion piece to this that was darker n edgier#but i am not drawing cyber cat kaito ever again bruh I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD BE THAT HARD TO DRAW BUT WHAT IS GOING ONNN#anyways when i first played project mirai i realized meiko had this module and i was like 'holy shit they can both be cats'#2nd attempt at drawing this cause i didnt like how the first version was coming out. this was supposed to be more emo but eh#me everytime i draw like yeah this is honestly not my best work. post it.#IDC i had fun doing this even if its not the most polished. and i gotta move on to other things#if i agonize over one art piece forever ill never get other shit done. so yuh. make it look decent enough and move on
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doctober day 6: ticking time bomb
pov your teenager is an inevitable accident waiting to happen (no, literally)
#back to the future#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#michael j fox#christopher lloyd#bttf#doctober#doctober 2023#my arts#my sketchy wip arts#I WAS SO STUMPED FOR THIS ONE BUT UHH YAH#MEME TIME :P pika this is for you <3#me remembering marty is a child: small boy :) baby <3#me remembering he canonically committed arson at age 8: oh he was like CRAZY crazy#(i personally think he was the 'trouble/problem child' of the family. but thats neither here nor there 🤭)#also i said it before but ill say it again. i LOOOOVE drawing docs hair. esp 55 doc <3#also also HUZZAH im on time AGAIN WOOOOO#anyway yuh i think thats all. idk what else to put here#pls enjoy ;w;#(audio is from south park btw i forgot to say)
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Little teaser for my entry in the @soapjournalzine 💪 text in alt!
#.txt#cod:mwii#ghostsoap#i told Rune this was like the hole talk in Figure Study.#argueably the most important part of any ghoap fic is the part where they make middleschool jokes#lads... is it gay to think ur man is perfect when he says ur moms god big balls#(yes)#anyway im going to eat this when i see it printed on paper#i simply wont be able to control myself#oops forgot my fic tags#fic.txt#soapghost fic#fic wip#soap journal zine#yuh 💪
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Get this post to 500 notes and I'll make them kiss within the ask blog.
MASTER POST
Asks Start 💙💜
Previous 💙💜
Next 💙💜
#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid fanart#monkie kid#monkie kid fanart#lmk#lmk fanart#lmk mayor#monkie kid mayor#lmk macaque#blue and violet#because kissing is indeed typical homie behaviour#these guys are just best buds#nothing gay going on between them#yuh huh#definitely#nothing gay at all#I mean obviously Macaque is playing a practical joke here#Mayor is not amused#mhmm#anyways- 500 notes and I'll do it#right on a lips maybe even a full blown make out depending on how quickly you guys reach the goal
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Birth date analysis // Seungmin - September 22nd: The Day of Restless Drive.
September 22 - Virgo/Libra
The Day Of Restless Drive
Those born on September 22 have a restless drive. Usually they bring the one they are working on to completion only to immediately set out on a new one without rest. They are also capable of handling several projects at the same time. Those born on this day have a low boredom threshold, and consequently demand challenging people and situations. They can be outgoing and dynamic types at one time, and solitary and unapproachable at another. In either case, their strong character is unmistakable.
Often September 22 people oscillate between an offensive and defensive posture. In one sense, such postures may be one and the same since a good offense is the best defense and vice-versa. Whether in a broad social context or on a personal level, the issues and ideas those born on this day are most often concerned with involve fairness and equality. In general matters pertaining to the delegation and exercise of power. In putting forth their arguments, they can be very ironic, witty and outright funny. Their humor, however, is not for everyone as it is liable to be off-beat, sardonic, perhaps even macabre.
Those born on September 22 can hide a warm heart under a forbidding exterior, but generally will only open up to people whom they deeply trust and value. Even then they may find it difficult to open all the way, principally because their orientation is highly realistic and the ironies of life all too visible to them. This day carries insight and clarity of vision both literal and figurative. September 22 people are excellent judges of character, and capable of sizing people up very quickly. Those few friends whom they allow into their inner sanctum they value most highly, usually for life.
September 22 people can often have a greater effect on those around them than they realize, and indeed can register a high degree of shock value. Because of their often disturbing impact, they should seek to be more aware of their effect on others, both friends and foes alike. True warriors in the battle of life, they must take stock of their armaments and defenses, using them judiciously and effectively, and avoid isolating and alienating themselves.
Strengths:
Individual
Perceptive
Well-directed
Weaknesses:
Guarded
Acerbic
Dark
#Okay i just do this series bc i think it looks pretty and is fun#but when i read seungmins birthdate analysis in this old book we've had for years that i loved as a kid i was just like....#well that's weirdly fucking accurate- truly describes him very well i think? right down to naming it restless drive lol#so yuh you get the whole thing bc this made me laugh when i read it#kim seungmin#bystay#createskz#stray kids#skz#seungminsource#vocalracha#skzedit#birth date anaylsis#stray kids edit#seungmin#jesskz#anyway Oh seungmin...... I hope he has a really nice day and eats some really yummy food!!#hes a real capital F fella to me whatever that means#also happy bday joan jett also :) and happy 20th anniversary to my fav bad show ever :)
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