#dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump)

[talesfromashesmind]

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face’s bone structure (arin’s photos) stitching words (arin’s threads) paging dr. morrison (arin’s headcanons) gonna chase down our every desire ; we blaze the night (arin’s likes & wants) let’s roleplay doctor (arin’s desires & kinks ; nsfw) like an echo in a canyon (arin’s musings) next patient please (arin’s inbox responses) my heart skips beats when i look at you (arin’s crushes) the rhythm of my heart (arin’s ships) stitches and sutures (arin’s aesthetics) scrubbing in (arin’s miscellaneous) please make an appointment (arin’s open threads) next of kin (arin’s family & relationships)

[devildevotee]

How did you start dabbling in demonolatry?

this is a long post so i'm gonna tag it with long post but! i hope this makes sense.

but basically, it started off with me encountering a non-named demonic spirit in my practice and at the same time, finding a blog here that's since been deactivated (czortofbaldmountain). through just exploring their blog freely, seeing their posts on my dash - i went from being hugely frightened of the presence of demons to being neutral towards them. it started off with me just wanting to learn more in hopes that i could either banish this demon or educate myself on how to behave around it without pissing it off - but essentially, i gave myself time and space when i needed it, so i was able to digest information that i learned (starting from czort's blog, extending to more blogs, and then extending to texts and non-blog resources).

i was initially very afraid, but over time, i went from frightened, to neutral, to positive regarding how i saw demons. it was all from exposure to other people's practices, and using my curiosity to fuel me to learn. but what made me finally take the step in involving myself with my first demon was with an apology.

because, when i first started witchcraft, i contacted baphomet. to summarise the experience, i became very paranoid of them and thought they weren't interested in being a teacher, and instead were trying to make my life a living hell. i was terrified of baphomet, as a new witch - and what started off as me putting a framed photo of baphomet at the centre of my altar with gems and offerings galore, wanting to learn from them and grow closer to them... ended with me smashing the frame and dumping it in the trash, completely done with them. it was just about the most disrespectful thing you can do, putting a deity's beautiful image alongside rotting smelly garbage and flies.

so, i only started opening myself up to demons when i felt i'd made things right between me and them. i talked to baphomet for a long time one night, trying to gauge how they felt. they were angry, and felt hurt with how i treated them. they'd left me completely alone since i'd dumped their picture frame in the garbage, and my paranoia only grew since - i kept getting more and more afraid of the dark, the evil, the wicked, and it was getting to a breaking point. it was at that point that i started seeking out blogs like czort's, knowing i couldn't keep living in fear of the demonic.

to this day, i'm trying to do right by baphomet. i now see baphomet as just one face of satan and lucifer. i'm always regretful over how i treated them as something disposable and worth as much as garbage. but yes, it was since that initial apology to them, that i felt a calling to lucifer shortly after. lucifer was the first demon i was serious about, and it was a journey going from petrified of demons to now, me contacting them whenever i need support and help with something.

tldr; was very VERY christian in how i saw demons. my first time being open to demons was contacting baphomet, but i quickly chickened out and hugely disrespected them in the process. i became more and more fearful of demons since, but it eventually reached a breaking point and i tried to do some gentle exposure to blogs in order to kinda normalise demon work for me. it worked, and i became more curious about the work generally. since then i apologised to baphomet and started working seriously with demons to help me feel better about them. it worked.

[bearlytolerant]

Wip Wednesday

Tagged by @atonalginger thank you! And tagging anyone who sees this.

Here’s a little Yumi x Dustie wip and I give all credit to @a-cosmic-elf whose fic In Silent Orbit inspired me and I highly recommend you read.

Under a cut just because I hate bogging down the dash with my words.

She grabbed the tenth empty—or she thought was an empty Terrabrew cup. The remainder of the coffee contents spilled down her front and all over her arm. Lightning flashed above her as she shoved the stupid cup into the trash bag. She felt the first droplets of the oncoming storm. Then the sky dumped on her like it had a personal vendetta against her.

“Shit! Serpent curse it all!” She swore, unable to keep it contained any longer. Though she’d given up her faith a decade and three cycles ago, it was still hard to break old habits. Her bag tore and all the trash she collected scattered onto the ground. “Is that all you’ve got!” She screamed up at the sky. Her hair stuck to her face, poking and dripping water into her eye. She swiped it away.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite part-time jailbird.”

Dustie startled, turning slowly in embarrassment to face the angelic smile of Sergeant Yumi standing under a striped yellow and blue umbrella. UC Sec colors. At least he was out of uniform and in civilian clothes. She couldn’t recall ever seeing him like that. Forest green cable knit that highlighted the flecks of bronze in his deep brown eyes, he had rolled it up his forearms and paired it with simple blue jeans with a matching brown belt and boots. Stars, he was stunning, in every single universe. She was gaping, surely.

The wind picked up and her trash pile blew across the courtyard.

She cursed inwardly while saying, “sorry, you caught me having a moment.”

Yumi held out his umbrella for her. “I was just headed to The Viewport for dinner. Care to join me?”

“I’m supposed to be doing community service…”

“If someone has a problem, I’m more than willing to take the heat.”

Dustie tried taking deep breaths to keep her cheeks from getting flushed. But she doubted her success. Past Yumi—Yumis? They never sought her out like this. Not that it was intentional on his part probably. But then again, she’d never been behind UC bars for three days either.

[nasty15]

Chapter 1: Adult life

"Happy birthday to you happy birthday to you ~ yay!!!! Happy 18 birthday!!! "

"Uh thanks" said Tiler

"Well you did it I very proud of you" said Tilers mom

" Soon you will be in charge of a lovely town! Oh I forgot the name of it"

"Its Townsville, mom" says sweetly Tiler an blue skin boy with a red cape and a short skirt/shirt

"Stupid name" grumbles a man

"Steward! I'm shore it's a lovely town."

"With that name doubt that"

"Steward!"

"Don't worry wait and see for ourselves... " said Tiler

"And NO boyfriends do you hear me!!!"

"STEWARD!!!!!"

"What!!! You wanted grandkids!!!"

"You know there's a fantastic thing as adoption!!!"

"HMF" hides himself behind a news paper mumbles "how do you leave the joy of beasts and ass "

"Don't listen to him he gust don't understand.... I will explain too him ok ?"

"Thank you mom"

"I want grandkids ok!! " pinches Tilers cheek

"Okok let me go"

"Is your bus at 5?" asks Tilers mom

"OH yeah! I gotta bounce bye I will write you letters!!"as he took his stuff

As Tiler run images flew his nose pick up the smell of hey, cut grass, mud and farm animals as he dashed through this home village. He knew all village little secret passages so he was at the bus stop in time.

He traveled with anxiety. What if he can't make business with the town's people want if they don't need an medium (a person that can talk with spirits). NO he thought they need me in that town there medium died 5 years ago.... it's probably over run with demons... Well that's the more reason to help them! I will help them no matter what! That's my promise to God!!

Soon Tiler stepped out of the dus to be greeted by Shchik Nalogoplatel or Mr Shihik

"Well you're on time. I hope this will continue in your work as well. Come along." as he spun on his heels.

"You know that owner country put a lot of money to give every citizen has a job at the age of 18?"

"Of course" as Tiler tagged alone with Mr Shihik.

"And I believe you that you are quite lucky to be an medium for Townsville"

"Of course!"

"And I believe that you had a audience with all the

"Of...course"

"Very good" as they came to a house as Mr Shihik took out the keys

"Here you go young lad" as he puts the keys into Tilers hand

"I will see you after a month" as he walks away (into the sunset)

"Well probably that audience was very important. Sadly I didn't know were it was..." thought our protagonist

"Oh well..."As Tiler opens the door into his home/helping service he smells the foul and mossy air sees an run down place. With broken chairs boxes and a table that underneath he sees a boy around his age with black hair panicked and blue face and a robe that looks like a dress.

"What's your name? Want see you doo-" as cut off by feeling of a knife on his back a a sly voice "So~ you are hiding a flying snake buddy huh~ well...you can't hide from me! twerp!"

"Nonono I gust got the keys I can't possibly be responsible for that man to hide here!!!"

"Well I don't care.. so be a good boy and say what else you are hidin-" as a chunk of moss slattered there face

"Run!!" said the traitor boy as the assassin complaining about her hair and face

As Tiler after a second of shock pushed the assassin and took of into the streets and not long after he heard a crash of glass and frantic footsteps.After some time he hid behind a thrash can as he heard the assassin done berserk and flinging there knifes everywhere.

"I need too think where is he last place that will find me...." *lightbulb*as Tiler thought he saw a person killed by a flying knife "And fast..." *lightbulb* As Tiler spinted off dodging throwing knives that somehow didn't touch him(man they suck at throwing knifes). He gets to the trash dump. And while trying to find a hiding place he finds HIM.

"What are you doing here!!"

"Hiding you?"

"What do you think? hiding too because you hide in my house!"

"I'm sorry ok"

"I'm sorry too!"

"Why are you streaming?"

"I'm too stressed!!!" takes deep breaths "..... Ok I'm fine now "

"Sorry...My name is Dukh...he/him"

"Tiler he/him nice to meet you" shakes his hand Knife lands between them"oh no they found us..."

"Well we're we are at least... we need a plan" As Tiler wanted to ask Dukh if he had any a pile of trash fell atop of them and the ded guy from before.

"Aaaaaaa" yelled Dukh

"Woh woh calm down"

"THEY ARE DEAD!!"

"They aren't fully dead I can summon them and talk to them."

Calming down "...it's.... Fair "

"...I think I got a plan...How about I will distract the assassin and you will talk to the spirit? " said excitedly Tiler

"I-I can't... I don't know how.. "

"Ok then you distract then "

"Nononono never !"

"... Dukh problems don't walk away you need to confront them at some point ... I know that it's scary but you need to push through so that you have a chance to win"

"..... Fine I'll do it!" and runs out of Tiler sight fade yelling and sound of blades flying throughPokes the ded body

"Hello? Spirit? Can you hear me?" the body sakes a little then a voice started speaking

"Yes I can.. Who are you? What happened?"

"Tiler he/him .You gust died and I summoned you""Oh... Marry She/they"

"Nice to meet you Marry. I am sorry that you died but you need to poses some item or you will die again for real. And so that happens that I am in a pickle. An Assassin is hunting me and I am wandering can you help me?"

"I will try my best!"Back to Dukh he was dodging knifes like a mad man.

"Oh you did it!! " said Tiler "There aim is garbage"as the spirit posed the armor of the assassin made them absolutely still in a straight pose.

"Oh you know I always wanted to go on a hike do you?"

"Wha I can't move help mee" as they walked into the sunset

"Well..."said Dukh

"I see that problems can walk away so I learned nothing ~"as Tiler playfully punched his shoulder.

[thcsedorks]

ooc tag dump shit

🗑️ / ooc // trash can irl 🗑️ / memes // we tried the world ; good god ; it wasn't for us 🗑️ / psa // there's money to be made ; whatever's still to come 🗑️ / self promo // honey ; you're familiar ; like my mirror years ago 🗑️ / promo // it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime 🗑️ / wishlist // i keep you at arm's length and let you go ; but only if you promise to stay 🗑️ / starter call // i've no more hunger now to see where the road will go 🗑️ / open // i know you love so hard and it's killing me slowly 🗑️ / dash commentary // but this world takes more strength than it gave me 🗑️ / writing // this war we're fighting is not just writing

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come at me bro (open starters ; mutuals only) its meme time ; the only cure for sadness (memes ; specify muse) game over (meme replies) i’m calling you out pls love me (starter and plotting calls ; mutuals only) got my eye on you (tracking threads) pictures worth thousands of words (gif and photosets) these words are my diaries screaming out loud (drabbles) the sound of music (playlist) resourceful goodness (references) finders keepers (saved things) arguing with my children (mun and muse interactions) sin to win (nsfw) sinning is winning (nsfw ish) the world in different parts (verses) gimme gimme pls and thanks (plot wishlist) and the chapter closes (ended threads)

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Ship Childen Part 2

ship child: mikael james (katrina x mitch) ship child: evelyn james (katrina x mitch) ship child: thomas mason (kole x lizza) ship child: nadia markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: noah markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: cordelia james (helena x mitch) ship child: liam james (helena x deeks)

[melsworldofmusesarchived]

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Will’s Tags

VISAGE: this animal i have become (will’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: feel it deep within ; crawling beneath my skin (will‘s headcanons) WRITINGS: howls in the dark (will’s threads) REFLECTIONS: so what if you can see the darkest side of me (will’s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: whatever (will’s asks answered) CHERISH: the lone wolf (will’s likes) YEARNING: longing for what i can’t have (will’s desires) STYLE: the lone wolf (will’s wardrobe)   INSPIRATIONS: my secret side I keep hid under lock and key (will’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: things i’ll never say (will‘s crushes) LOVERS: can you save me from myself (will’s ship content) ASSORTED: the lone wolf (will’s miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the lone wolf (will‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the lone wolf (will‘s starters) INNER SECRETS: i feel like a monster (will’s monster visage)

[melsworldofmuses-moved]

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🎨 Ethan’s Tags

VISAGE: self portraits (ethan’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: the loyal (ethan’s headcanons) WRITINGS: works of art (ethan’s threads) REFLECTIONS: like art he is beautiful but like art he is also complex (ethan’s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: color me curious (ethan’s asks answered) CHERISH: the loyal (ethan’s likes) YEARNING: more intoxicating than blood (ethan’s desires) STYLE: the loyal (ethan’s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: his aura is made of poetry, art, and blood (ethan’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: darling you’re already in my veins (ethan’s crushes) LOVERS: breathe life into this dead heart of mine (ethan’s ship content) ASSORTED: a canvas waiting to be painted (ethan’s miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the loyal (ethan’s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the loyal (ethan’s starters) PAINTINGS: inspiring my vision (ethan’s painting inspirations ; mostly people he finds attractive) INNER SECRETS: a charming mask hides the truth (ethan’s monster visage)

[nobodycorners-a]

                        𝒕𝒂𝒈  𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑.        part  one   —   to  be  determined  &  mun  related !

[glampirefangs]

                        TAG  DUMP.      part  five   —   writing  related !

[ynscrazylife]

pumpkin carving where reader accidentally hurts herself! if your willing you should do this with B!D?

Laser Tag | sister!danvers fic

Summary: Y/N gets hurt while carving pumpkins with her sisters.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

CW WARNING: Description of burnt and bloodied skin. It’s not extremely detailed. 

DISCLAIMER: Do not take anything written here as medical advice. 

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MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2 |  Main Masterlist

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

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Ever since Kara came to live with the Danvers when she was a teenager, she was fascinated when that same year, Eliza announced that they would be doing this seemingly magical activity called “pumpkin carving”. Seeing a pumpkin was already a shock for the blonde, for they didn’t have pumpkins on Krypton - but carving them? The family still recalled fondly how baffled she had been, watching Alex and young Y/N get to work with removing the pumpkins’ insides (which Y/N called “pumpkin guts” and the nickname stuck for its cuteness). 

Eliza, sensing her confusion, patiently explained the process of it, and Kara’s face lit up when she was presented with her very own pumpkin (Alex and Y/N still claim to this day that Kara’s pumpkin was bigger). She quickly got to work and was a natural. Ever since she carved a goofy face and saw the candle light, this earthly tradition held a special place in her heart. It was her first holiday with her new family, one of the first family things they had actually done. 

Since then, the Kryptonian had insisted on carving pumpkins each October. They had gone years without anyone sustaining an actual injury, but this year ended up breaking that record, and would be a story for the ages. 

It all started when the three sisters were hovering over Alex’s dinner table in the middle of the DEO Director’s apartment. Each were busy at work de-gutting their pumpkins . . . Well, if one of your definitions of “busy” was “subtly-using-heat-vision-powers-to-destroy-the-guts”, which was what Kara was doing.

When the faint hum of her powers wiggled into Y/N’s ear, who was standing next to Kara with Alex across the table of them, she peered over Kara’s pumpkin, shocked and betrayed to find it nearly squeaky clean. “I thought we agreed on no powers!” The youngest Danver whined, louder then intended. 

Y/N’s sudden closeness, accompanied by her wail, caught Kara off guard. She jumped, instinctively turning her head, her concentrated heat vision suddenly being broken. As quick as the speed of light (or really, Barry Allen), her heat vision pierced the vase that stood on a shelf behind Y/N, shattering it into minuscule pieces and sending the shards crashing to the floor,  

The room dropped in noise as soon as what happened had occurred to all three Danvers. Y/N stared at the place where the vase had been standing just a moment ago, her mouth agape. Meanwhile, Kara squeaked out a “Oh Rao, I’m so sorry, Alex!” and Alex dashed to the kitchen to get the trash can.

“It’s okay!” She called out, heaving the trash can into her arms. “I’ve been meaning to find a reason to get rid of it, anyway. J’onn really has the worst decor taste.” She finished her words as she reemerged into the living room.

Kara jumped forward and scurried over to the broken vase, using her invulnerability powers to collect all the shards in record time and dumping them in the trash can Alex held out. When Alex disappeared into the kitchen to return the trash can to its proper place, Y/N snapped out of her trance of shock, and realized that she had instinctively cupped her stomach with her hand, and that her hand was scalding hot! 

She instantly removed it, shaking it in hopes of it granting her even the slightest bit of relief. Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, winced, and glanced up only to meet Kara’s worried and fixated gaze. For a split second, she considered lying, not wanting to worry her older sister, but when her skin began to feel like it was about be yanked off her body, she knew she couldn’t withstand this for much longer without some kind of cure. “I-I think your heat vision might’ve hit me, too,” was what she got out, wincing again as the pain fully set in.

Within a blink, Kara was standing in front of her, biting her bottom lip in both concentration and anticipation as she lifted Y/N’s shirt. A soft gasp that was caught before it turned into a big one escaped Kara’s lips, and Y/N looked down to take in the sight her sister was eyeing: a large, uneven circle of red that was blistering and peeling, dabbed with blood. It appeared that Kara’s heat vision had not only burned Y/N, but really hit her with large scrapes and cuts.

Y/N trembled at the sight, as she was never too good seeing her own injuries. In a desperate attempt to block out the pain, she tried to zone out, but Kara’s yell of “ALEX!” sliced through her concentration like a knife in thin air. 

Immediately, the auburn-haired woman came running. She skidded to a halt as she took in the scene and, with her brain working as fast as a computer, delivered instructions. “Kara, get her over to the couch, I’m going to grab an ice pack,” she said, wasting no time before she broke off into a run. 

Kara nodded and looped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, despite the fact that she was capable to walk, and led her over to the couch, helping her lay down. 

Just as Y/N was settled, Alex appeared and, without warning, plopped the ice pack directly on the burn, causing Y/N to let out a yelp and instinctively squirm at the sudden, freezing coldness. “I know, I know,” Alex murmured soothingly, while Kara rubbed Y/N’s arm, wanting to comfort her in any way she could. 

“It’s — too — cold,” Y/N said, taking in short breaths and grasping Kara’s hand, squeezing it tightly. It was a shock to her body, the rapid change in temperature, and the fact that it wouldn’t do away.

“I’m sorry, love, but you need to keep the ice pack on,” Kara told her gently, locking eye contact with Alex over Y/N’s head. The sisters passed a look of remorse, hating that their little sister was in pain, even if it would help in the end.

They stayed like that for the next couple moments until Alex removed the ice pack. Y/N immediately let out a deep breath and clung to Kara when Alex got up to go get some bandages. When she returned, she wrapped her stomach in the bandage after cleaning the scrapes and cuts.

“Are you feeling just a little bit better, maybe?” Kara hopefully asked.

Y/N realized that the cold had become more bearable and she nodded. Alex stood up and retrieved her pumpkin, handing it to her little sister so she could continue carving it. Y/N sent her a smile as a way to say thanks, and continued until she finished carving the pumpkin into a smiley face, and her sisters praised her work.

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✦ non fiction; out of character ✦ ✦ i am shameless please love me ; self-promotions ✦ ✦ follow follow follow ; lovely promotions ✦ ✦ shut up and take my love ; appreciations and feel good posts ✦ ✦ screaming from my garbage can ; ash speaks ; mun answers ✦ ✦ ash does photoshop without photoshop ; my graphics ✦ ✦ ash attempts to make art ; my edits ✦ ✦ begone from existence ; to delete ✦ ✦ spot on the bookself ; queued post ✦ ✦ i am here to make an announcement ; psa ✦ ✦ dumping trash on the dash ; tag dumps ✦

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out of stories (ooc) i am shameless pls love me (self promotion) behold a lovely (promotions) shut up and take my love (appreciations and positive commentary screaming from my garbage can (ash speaks ; mun answers) ash does photoshop without photoshop (my graphics) ash attempts to make art (my edits) begone from existence (to delete) storybook queue (queued post) dumping trash on the dash (tag dumps) shout it to the fcking heavens (psa)

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Ethan Weston’s

VISAGE: self portraits (ethan’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: paint a soul in this cold heart (ethan’s headcanons) WRITINGS: works of art (ethan’s threads) REFLECTIONS: like art he is beautiful but like art he is also complex (ethan’s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: color me curious (ethan’s asks answered) CHERISH: the loyal (ethan’s likes) YEARNING: more intoxicating than blood (ethan’s desires) STYLE: the loyal (ethan’s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: his aura is made of poetry ; art and blood (ethan’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: darling you’re already in my veins (ethan’s crushes) LOVERS: breathe life into this dead heart of mine (ethan’s ship content) ASSORTED: a canvas waiting to be painted (ethan’s miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the loyal (ethan’s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the loyal (ethan’s starters) PAINTINGS: inspiring my vision (ethan’s painting inspirations ; mostly people he finds attractive) INNER SECRETS: a charming mask hides the truth (ethan’s monster) RELATIVES OF: the loyal (ethan’s family & relationships)