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If any one of my posts is to break containment, make it this one.

Before January 2025, download your favorite fics, especially those with smut or queer content.

If Project 2025 goes into effect (which it very likely will now that we have three red branches of government in the US), they may attempt to restrict the use/sharing of media on sites like ao3.

This particularly applies to fics with smut or any type of queer content, because the official Project 2025 document states, "Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance... has no claim to First Amendment protection... Pornography should be outlawed."

Now, I don't expect ao3 to disappear or go anywhere without a fight, but it's best to be on the safe side these days.

To download your favorite fics:

Go to archiveofourown.org and open the fic you want to download.

At the top right corner, to the right of the 'subscribe' button, is a button that says 'download'. Click it.

A drop-down menu will give you the option to choose the format of your download. Choose your preferred format (.epub and .pdf are my personal favorites -- .epub lets you open a fic in the apple books app and .pdf is compatible with like every device and program out there).

When you click the button for your preferred format, a pop-up window appears confirming your choices. The title of the document will default to the title of the fic, so be aware of that and consider changing conspicuous titles to something ignorable, especially if you share the computer.

You're done! Now do this with all your favorite fics!

Stay safe out there, your favorite characters are rooting for you <3

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exist :3

They’re really trying to cook him now 🤨

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good, he deserves it

They’re really trying to cook him now 🤨

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<:3

Why is he on fire 😭 Duo is getting COOKED ALIVE!

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my boyfriend is such a fucking nerd

Why is he on fire 😭 Duo is getting COOKED ALIVE!

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today is colored brown and bright and beautiful

going outdoor roller skating with my boyfren today in a random parking lot and the world is kind and good and and

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going outdoor roller skating with my boyfren today in a random parking lot and the world is kind and good and and

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I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared of next semester coming up soon, I’ll end up having three jobs and have to deal with school while also maintaining relationships. We’re going to be booked next semester boys! 😓

Also, I wanted to apologize for not keeping up with my comic this summer, life happened and I ended up prioritizing my health, job, and other art projects that were more imminently important. I still have plans for TUSoV to continue on WEBTOON and I’m still very slowly working on episodes but I might not end up releasing as often as I originally planned, so for now I’m going to work on making a new schedule and trying to reorganize myself for the semester projects wise. Thank you all for your patience and I hope to be posting a new episode very soon! 🫶🏼

This goes the same for streaming on twitch. 😓

Also, in case you haven’t noticed, I have a new website! Please take a look at my portfolio and my upcoming projects and music! (I’m still working on adding art on this website so not everything is up and ready yet)

Website -> www.kcrnixie.com

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The Painted Poems Project

One of the most human things is the need to be heard, but how can I be if there is no room for my voice, my writing? I am here to defy the limitations I’ve been given to work with. I am here to make more space. Welcome to The Painted Poems Project.

Project Page Link

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Did you know that the USCIS is going through citizenship dated from the year 2018 just now? 🤔😤

I took the time to make last semester a little more meaningful to me and make designs and art that hits a little closer to home. Not many people I talk to know the struggles of being an immigrant and how amazingly messed up the process gets, and I decided it was time I start telling my story through my art.

As an artist and designer, it is my job to make an impact on the world with my art, and because everything I do stems from the idea that I’ve always wanted to be a story teller, what better story can I tell than the one about my immigration process? After all, it is my job as an artist to try to bring attention to important issues.

These designs and a few others I’m currently working on are just the beginning of the more important stories I am going to tell. From my upcoming albums to my designs and illustrations, I’m starting a process of art that is more meaningful to me and hopefully to you all, but this is just a long way of saying I’m telling bigger stories now. I hope this infographic gives you an idea about some of the oddities within immigration, as these are facts not necessarily relating to the numbers given on the USCIS reports.

Infographic design and blended model made by me.

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The Wire Monkey Project - a conversation about childhood abuse and its effect on the body

The effects of childhood abuse/trauma are NOT talked about enough, especially in the medical field, especially with the overwhelming amount of studies documenting the link between childhood stress/trauma and a huge amount of chronic illnesses/psychological conditions.

What is this project?

This project is to spread awareness, and I admit (for a much more selfish reason) help me escape my own abusive situation. It's about childhood abuse, stress, and its effect on your body as you grow into an adult.

It covers physical and psychological effects of long-term abuse, and how it can cause things like asthma, IBS, heart disease, chronic pain, diabetes, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, depression, anxiety disorders, personality disorders, dissociative disorders, and much, much more.

These are a series of concept works for sweatshirts/tshirts, made up of different components:

Images (to be printed on transfer paper and ironed onto the garment)

Large text/shapes (to be painted with fabric paint)

Small text (from studies describing the effects of child abuse, to be embroidered)

What is this project based on?

About 6 months ago, I read Solmaz Sharif's poem "Social Skills Training", and it goes as follows:

As a survivor of child abuse, it's been seared unto my brain since I've read it. From this beautifully heartbreaking poem came a design project for a class last semester.

Are these for sale?

Unfortunately, I can't handmake any of these sweatshirts right now, as I live with abusive family and it would compromise my safety to even attempt to do so.

How can I make my own and/or support you?

However!! You can find the simpler designs on my Redbubble (under the "Wire Monkey" collection), AND I'm working on providing the image files on my Patreon (also under the "Wire Monkey" tab) so you can print them on your own clothing. I want to make my designs as easily accessible as possible.

Here are some examples:

Will you make these in the future?

Once I am able to move out, I'm absolutely planning on handmaking the sweatshirts, and expanding them to different pieces of clothing like jackets, pants, etc. I do not want to produce the sweatshirts through a printing service (only the t-shirts).

They need to be hand embroidered.

I need to spend the 20-30 hours on each piece.

They are works of art.

The uncomfortable texture of the embroidered words on your skin, the fading of the fabric paint, it's a part of the art and I do not want to dilute that part of the message by getting it printed.

I will absolutely assist you in making your own using my concepts as a guide! Hence the downloadable pngs that I'm selling on my Patreon.

The studies that were used as part of this project:

"The Long-term Health Outcomes of Childhood Abuse"

"Understanding the Behavioral and Emotional Consequences of Child Abuse"

The Wire Monkey Experiment Original Text

^ Summarized

What will happen to the funds you receive?

If you choose to support me, your money will not go to a charity, it will not go to an organization. It will go to me, a trans man in his 20s desperately trying to escape his situation.

To those of you who have suffered the consequences of actions you did not take, to those of you whose lives are shortened through trauma, through chronic childhood stress, whose bodies have kept the score, I am so, so sorry. I see you.

Once again, my redbubble, and my Patreon (you do NOT need to be a member to buy my digital products, and they're listed for $3 each).

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Cím - an original story

Summary:

A young woman with no memories of who she is or where she came from, ends up stuck with Erős, a grumpy, old, hot bear of a man, who is very reluctant to let her tag along. Despite their constant bickering, he's her only guide as she searches for answers in a world of monsters, tyrants, and people fighting to survive.

Tags: romance, slow burn, eventual smut (minors dni), adventure

Warnings (will get updated as the story progresses): violence, blood/gore,

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Chapter One

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Cím - Chapter One

Note: This is an original story! You do not have my permission to translate or repost to other websites or claim my work as your own, of course. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: violence, eventual smut, blood/gore, head trauma, sexy grumpy dilf

Table of Contents & Summary

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Waking up upside-down wrapped in a giant sticky web didn’t seem to be the best way to start my day, but here I was.

Once the fog eased from my pounding head, I took in my surroundings. The trees were silent and as a soft wind blew a putrid smell into nose. I glanced around some more, and noticed… bodies? They had been sucked dry, barely anything left to rot and almost fully wrapped in webbing. Holy shit, are those bite marks-

A deep grumbling came from the shadows in front of me, and 4 pairs of massive glowing red eyes opened one by one.

Okay, so maybe I started out my day absolutely fucked.

I wiggled frantically in an attempt to loosen myself, but the slime refused to budge an inch. A massive dark purple spider approached me, creepy, hairy legs outstretched. I sucked in a breath and froze as two arms as thick as my torso gripped my feet and shoulder.

I screeched, managing to kick one of the feet off of me, but before I could even process the responding shrill from the spider, its pincer-like fangs sank into my side.

I’m going to die.

As the beginning of a scream left my lips, the beast reeled back, an arrow lodged deep in one of its eyes.

I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm my pounding heart. Warm blood gushed from the bite, and the pain dulled into a numbing cold. The spider continued to screech in the background, and I whipped my head around to search for the source for the arrow. A dark figure stood at the edge of the clearing, nocked arrow glinting in the dappled sunlight from the trees. It shot through the air, piercing another one of the spider’s eyes down to the feathery tip. The monster lurched forward for a second, before stumbling down and collapsing. The figure turns, and nocks another arrow, this time pointed straight at me. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Instead of being skewered, however, I fell to the ground with a soft thud.

As they walk towards me, I realize the figure is a man. A very well built man. His face is shrouded by a hood, but I can just make out the fine details of his leather amor as he kneels beside me and starts cutting at the webs. Large hands press hard against my side, but I barely register the feeling.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt.” I mumble out. My hand weakly pushes against his arm and he bats it away, grumbling. “I had him right where I wanted him.” I continued, words slurring together. The cold creeps outwards, filling my arms and legs with lead. The branches above me blur into the darkness of his hood. The man finishes tying a piece of cloth tightly across my torso, before taking off his cloak. He’s handsome, but older than I thought, with lines beginning to etch themselves around his eyes. His short dark hair has streaks of grey, and so does his trimmed beard. He looks stern, almost annoyed, as he wraps the cloak around me and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I’m sure you did, kiddo.” His gruff voice responds.

Bastard.

The trees that pass me by mix and swirl into each other, colors blending into hazy mirages. It feels like seconds have passed before he’s setting me down inside of a tent. He supports my raised head with one hand and is pushing something to my lips with the other. I swallow the bitter liquid, listening to the shifting of his leather as my vision goes dark.

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I stirred awake to my injured side being wiped down with a cloth.

I groggily peered at my savior as he worked. His brow is furrowed, brown eyes focused on the wound. I glance around instead, and notice the tent’s quite small, with barely any room for the sleeping bag I was resting on. There’s a couple bags of gear towards the entrance, and a small bowl filled with bloody water next to where he’s kneeling over me. A hand sliding under my back interrupts my looking around, and he lifted me up enough to bandage my wound. I manage a peek at it, and-

Wow.

That looked ugly.

The wound itself was expertly stitched closed, but angry purplish green welts surrounded it. What was that thing? Although, more importantly, how did I-

“The nagypók is venomous, you’re lucky to be alive.” His deep, almost gravelly, voice interrupted my thoughts. He tied off the bandage and neatly tucked it underneath. He lowered me back down, and it was at this point I realized the only thing covering me was a thin blanket that came up to my hips, and another barely covering my chest. An embarrassed squeak escaped my lips as I tried to pull down the blanket over my stomach.

“You undressed me?” I almost didn’t recognize my voice as it came out, raspy and shrill. He finally looked at me, stoic expression betrayed by a twitch of his eyebrow.

“Did you want to still be covered in webs? If so, I can haul your sorry ass back over there.” He turned away, grabbing the bowl of watered down blood and rag, before standing up and making his way out of the tent.

“Well no,” I sputtered, “but-”

“-I had to clean off all of the blood you lost too-you’re welcome by the way- now, shut up and drink.” He handed me a bowl of what smelled like soup, and my stomach gurgled in longing. He ignored my outstretched, shaking, hands and instead placed his other hand behind my head to support it once again, and pressed the bowl to my lips. I ignored the heat on my cheeks and drank the broth greedily, counting the stitches in the blanket to avoid his intense stare as the strange, admittedly handsome man  hand-fed me.

“Thank you for helping me.” I mumbled once I was done, fingering the hem of the blanket. He made a noise that sounded like a scoff and stood up. Some clothes landed on my lap. I looked up.

“We have to head out in an hour, it’s not safe to stay in one place for too long, and we’ve already been here for two days. Get dressed.” With one more huff, he left.

“Grumpy old bastard.” I shot under my breath as I got dressed. The clothing was way too big for me, but it would have to do. I managed to use a piece of rope as a makeshift belt, careful to avoid rubbing against my side too much. I tied the bottom of the pants to keep them from catching on anything, and rolled up the sleeves to my elbow. My knees shook slightly as I stepped out, but they stayed standing.

“What should I call you?” I asked, watching him snuff out the fire. He glanced over at me begrudgingly.

“Erős.” He paused, before returning to pack supplies into one of his large bags. I mulled over the pronunciation. Eh-roush? Ehr-ush? There was a sound in there I couldn’t quite place. I opened my mouth to introduce myself back, but words froze to my tongue. “It’s common decency to introduce yourself when meeting someone new, didn’t your parents teach you manners?” He continued, glowering at me expectantly.

“I-” I swallowed thickly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t remember my name.”

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Hey! This is my new fan account for Bones, I won't be publishing any fanfic here (will def reblog community favorites! + memes), but I'll mainly be posting merch designs :)

There is a distinct lack of meme shirts for Bones (2005) on Redbubble, so as the Very Obviously Official Jeffersonian Institution Social Media Account, we decided to make some Very Official merch. 

It might be July, but you can wear this shirt any time of the year. If anything, wear this any time of the year besides December.

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I made this account with the sole purpose of sharing my writing, but as this is my only public account I gotta say something about this bullshit.

I never liked SunnyV2 after he accused someone of faking Tourette’s (who cares, you can’t prove it, mind your own damn business) and blatantly misgendered them while including their fuckin pronouns in the thumbnail for the video, but this vid is just blatantly transphobic.

Chris isn’t a fucking character. They’re a real human being, she’s being himself. I don’t watch Mr. Beast and I’ve never seen a video, but these people are friends with each other. This isn’t a tv show, these are real people making this, not writers.

I hate the internet, because people never know when to shut the fuck up and mind their own damn business.

You do not have to right to be a dickhead to someone just because they share something publicly. No one gives a crap about your opinions on somebody else’s appearance, identity, relationship, etc. You do not have the right to know things about people just because they’re famous.

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They’re a real human being, she’s being himself.

I also don’t want to hear shit about this sentence, Chris uses all pronouns and I’m going to use them. If it makes you uncomfortable to see someone’s pronouns used in a sentence like this tell me so I can block you and never have to listen to your shitty opinion again.

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I love dressing like a lesbian archeologist in a 90s adventure film. Send post.

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[FREE] The Writer's Workbook

Hello hello, it's me! Hope you're doing well.

Today I am announcing a project I've been working on and is finally ready for you guys to download (for free!)

So, what is it, you ask me.

It's a digital WORKBOOK with over 90 pages to help you develop your new novel!

With clear instructions, plenty of examples, and helpful resources, I designed this workbook to be easy to use and accessible for writers of all skill levels. It has plenty of worksheets and templates to help you organize your ideas and plan your novel!

Over 60 exercises

Tips

Worksheets and templates

A comprehensive list of additional resources to help you continue your writing journey

You can download it as a PDF and use it digitally or print it out!

DOWNLOAD IT HERE!!

I hope this is helpful <3 have a nice day