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stylesavvychallengebot · 2 years ago
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August 29th Challenge - "Celebrate Barbie!" There are over 44 titles and more than 20 years of Barbie Movies, create a cosplay or look inspired by any.
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kentnaturaltribrid · 1 year ago
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Day 3 Theme: Birds
With all of the things going on, decided to do a little bit of something for the season with a few birds. The first one be a Chicken and the second one is a Robin while the third one is a Black Bird. All reasonable sized birds. Though, they make for quite the complex competition and company.
Tbe Cbicken for Spring
Robin for Winter
And lastly the other one, a Black Bird for the season of Summer and for other things such as Deatb and Memories . While the chicken stands for Agility and Strength, and the Robin for Speed and Angrinity, which is peace. The three of them together form the Trio of Resoritry (Strength, Deatb, and Speed). They make for a worthy lasgrilitry, a trio of creatures that which hold meaning.
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sevenspoonfulsofsugar · 5 months ago
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thinking of the ending of conclave (2024) and those lingering shots on the papal vestments. the future and the foundation of the church, he who sits on the throne and is the face of it, wears white.
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and the last shot of the movie. and those lingering shots on the women below. the future and the foundation of the church, they who maintain it without being lauded for it, wear white.
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sea-beam · 4 months ago
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let me dream
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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 1 year ago
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WRITING PROMPTS REGARDING ABORTION AND MISCARRIAGE 
trigger warnings for graphic description of the above topics, human trafficking, cannibalism, violence against pregnant women.
everything about this is entirely fictional, meant for writers. since I understand there aren’t many whump blogs that feel comfortable writing prompts about the subject (very understandable), I figured I could offer writers out there some prompts about this, in case they were looking for ideas for their works.
that being said, while the prompts are not real, the subject is very much real and can be triggering, so if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, don’t read below the line.
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*feel free to change/adjust the pronouns however you want
a pregnant whumpee got kicked in the stomach by whumper, which led to miscarriage.
a pregnant whumpee, who was a housewife, fell down the stairs at her house when her partner was away for work. she didn’t tell her partner about the incident either because she was afraid he was going to get mad at her or because she thought it was fine and didn’t want to worry him. until she suffered severe bleeding that turned the mattress red at night.
whumpee who went through miscarriage kept hallucinating a life where her child was alive and she got to raise them. caretaker tried to help her, and even though her condition only seemed to get worse, they refused to send her to an asylum. 
whumpee who lost her child during childbirth refused to surrender her child’s corpse. It was understandable at first, until the child started to decompose and rot in her arms and she, with a knife in her hand, would attack anyone who tried to take her baby away from her.
whumpee was a sex slave who got pregnant, the thing was that it was a mistake. so in order for her to be able to continue doing ‘her job’, whumper made her undergo unsafe abortion by having a straightened-out wire with sharp edge (from a coat hanger) inserted into her vagina and into her uterus. they got the fetus out, but whumpee later got a nasty infection that resulted in her suffering from hallucinations, and her not being able to stand or stop her pale, naked body from shivering. whether or not she was rescued in time is up to you, the writer. 
whumper is an OB doctor who often lied to the patients that they miscarried their perfectly healthy stillborns and that the babies needed to be surgically removed in order to save the moms’ lives. this made it very easy for the doc to get away with eating fetuses, since the moms would rather not keep the corpses of their stillborns anyway, and police were never involved. (I mean who would question a licensed physician?!)
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unknownhyperial · 4 months ago
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I told my friends I'd post this when I wake up and then decided to post this right now anyways
Whats up MeanJokes nationnnn I love gay people too 💥💥💥💥
Funfact about me is that I ship Jax with about any male character in the show (+ Zooble). Queerest man alive in a place with so little men... No wonder hes so pissy 😔
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vakariaan · 9 months ago
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ultimate ships challenge - [1/3] childhood otps
Dickon/Mary  »  The Secret Garden
"Will you come again and help me to do it?" Mary begged. "I'm sure I can help, too. I can dig and pull up weeds, and do whatever you tell me. Oh! Do come, Dickon!" "I'll come every day if tha' wants me, rain or shine," he answered stoutly. "It's th' best fun I ever had in my life shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden."
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dualcosmog · 2 months ago
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0786 Tapu Lele
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captaindelafere · 6 months ago
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Mike Faist as Art Donaldson CHALLENGERS (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino
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rottenk1sses · 5 months ago
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thinking of corrupting innocent art, maybe he grew up religious and his chastity ring is his most prized possession, but he can't say no to your advances, doesn't say yes either— but he never stays away for too long, anyway comes crawling back wordlessly like a puppy w his tail between his legs
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cw : corruption, coercion/elements of dubcon (18+)
pastor’s son!art donaldson who stays in his hometown instead of going off to college; opting to help his father with the church as the months tick by, only fueled by a sense of duty and maybe a bit of religious guilt..
you knew the very instant you set eyes on him that you had to have him.
he always looked like an angel when he was stood behind his dad during services—the yellowed overhead light shining suspiciously brighter on him alone; his neatly groomed golden curls bouncing in front of his forehead with every obedient and devout nod of his head to the words of the verses. pretty, you had thought, pure.
the first time you ever tried to seduce him, the church had already emptied out to give you the perfect opportunity to slide into a pew and call him over to ‘talk’. of course, he was more than happy to do so. he talked with everyone, it was like a second nature to provide comfort to others.
he found you really attractive when he finally got a good look at you, sexy even. but the idea of perceiving you that way had curdled a gross feeling in his gut. it wasn’t right—it wasn’t him—and he knew that. but he still chose to sit down next to you that particular evening and indulge that disturbing part of himself. could it really be so wrong to appreciate one of god's fellow creations?
he knew deep down that god would be ashamed.
you had chatted him up for less than ten minutes (making up a sad story about how awful your life was going) before your hand was sneaking over his thigh, sliding over the dark fabric of his church slacks. he'd frozen completely stiff at the feeling, like he was scared of how he felt about the touch and petrified of the consequences.
art chuckled nervously and looked to your eyes, almost pleading.
“uhm,” he breathed out shakily, pushing your touch gently from his body, refusing your advances, “i don’t, uh.. im not—..”
he hoped that his lack of an actual explanation would be a good-enough one in of itself, but you pushed back anyway despite his protests. draping your leg over his, stroking his blond hair, leaning in to kiss his flushed neck. he was trembling all over. now god was really going to strike him dead.
“shhh,” you whispered, “just let me make you feel good, okay? that would really help me feel better…”
he wanted to say no. he wanted to shoot up from his seat and run away like a scared little pup, protecting the sanctity of his body and mind from whatever sin you were corrupted with, but he didn’t. a deeper, sicker part of him couldn’t. he was disgusted with himself.
an anxiousness started to brew just under his skin, and he felt it filtering through his blood like a petrifying poison. like a mess of flies buzzing around a decaying body that was buried deep in the midst of his morality. he couldn’t move; he couldn’t fight back.
but oh.. it.. it felt good..? and he did want to help you..
he was almost surprised by how quick he'd gotten an erection. it strained up against his zipper before you even got a chance to grope him properly.
and then you did.
and then he felt that awful, putrid, incredible feeling bubbling up from his pelvis; a feeling that he had only allowed himself to indulge in when he was at home, in the dead of night, tucked into the messy covers and rocking his hips into his mattress to chase the temptation.
an innocent loophole.
after all, he’d never physically touched himself there in a sexual manner, let alone with the hand of his that held a finger banded in silver—a symbol of his purity—so it would be alright in the end, right? he had only ever done it to scratch an itch. a forbidden itch, sure, but god wouldn’t want him to suffer like that. a quick bit of relief, and then it was over and done with. always.
but in that particular moment, when he was feeling someone’s touch over his pants for the very first time, he had decided that he wasn’t sure he wanted to indulge. maybe it really was as wrong as he knew it to be. he shook his head.
“wait—“ he gasped, squirming on the wooden pew as his head tipped back slightly, his trembling fingers squeezing the edge of the surface under him, “wait, wait, i— oh—oh-!”
he was letting out noises then that made him sound like an innocent fawn, wailing out in a mix of confusion and pleasure and shame and fear as he felt his cock spasm and flood his underwear with an overwhelming warmth. despite his verbal hesitation, he had pushed his hips up hard into your touch as he orgasmed—grinding against it as the shocks of release stung the finger that wore the ring of silver. he could almost feel the metal burning into his skin amidst all of the overstimulating ecstasy that caused his thighs to quake. guilt radiated through all of his bones; seeping into his marrow.
he had sinned, fully and wholly. he was a sinner.
your touch dirtied him. infected him.
you had made him this way.
he was supposed to be good; a good person, a good son, a good follower.
but you had ruined it. all of it.
he’d never been prone to anger, but right then he had wanted to shout. he wanted to shove you away, get down on his knees, and begin repenting. mumbling pleas and apologies with his hands clasped together and his head hung, bowed in penance. his body weighed down by the heavy stone of his own culpability in the situation; the realization that he hadn’t done enough to refuse your attention.
but, in the end, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny his body the gratification of being so close to you. he was no longer worthy of god’s forgiveness anyways, so he turned his head and looked to your eyes, tears pooling in his own. they dripped down his flushed cheeks as he pulled ragged, greedy gasps of air into his lungs. his chest rattled as he cried. the feeling of the slimy wetness soaking into his underwear had only made the sting of reality more pitiful.
if he had looked like an angel before all of this, he surely was a fallen one now.
“…th-thank you, i'm sorry…” he sobbed softly, “i’m sorry.”
he didn't quite know who he was apologizing to.
it had only felt right.
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premamelody · 14 days ago
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remember when i said i had this one dr wof au
yeah i revamped it now. changed a bit of stuff in the au from....4 years ago in 2021. woaha
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also ralsei more prone to accidentally just saying prophecies now moreso specifically later in the the 4th dw moonwatcher style. but now im stuck between the floating window pane thingies saying it and ralsei just randomly being zapped with a prophecy to say in the specific moment. maybe a pane could be a trigger idk
susie is nudging kris with her wing thumb thing i didn't know how to communicate that without drawing the full body
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stylesavvychallengebot · 2 years ago
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August 25th Challenge - "Back to School" This is a freestyle challenge as long as it has to do with school/college in any way.
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agartlez · 1 year ago
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Third time's the charm
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So here I bring you another challenge made into infographics!! I present to you the Space Legacy Challenge by fantastic @simsandstrawberries!!! Her original challenge is color coded and I tried to reflect it in the colors BUT! Please do double check 'cause I'm not confident I did a good job there lol Hopefully you like it and give it a try 'cause I had lots of fun making this! Enjoy!
P.S.: Also I couldn't find how to add a title once made a post so this is a totally new one. Sorry about that.
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thunderpot · 24 days ago
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Another one I should've posted here before! These are the full versions of all 4 captive prince fanjackets I did over a period of a couple months (the alt text serves double duty for these, since describing the pics spills out my symbolic reasonings for the covers).
This was a project so dear to me and I hope you enjoy!
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fox-from-malta · 10 months ago
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A Maltese Miku???? yea. Here ya go.
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leftoverghosts · 4 months ago
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art + patrick
futile devices by sufjan stevens — reunion x mrta bestfriend
art donaldson
24hr dog by fka twigs — switch x foundation employee american teenager by ethel cain — stanford x tashi!user icu by phoebe bridgers — atl x ex-teen sweetheart birds of a feather by billie eilish — husband x f!wife close to you by the carpenters — sf manipulative x friend the right side of my neck by faye webster — x regret softcore by the neighbourhood — pro x long distance at sf do i make you nervous by lilyisthatyou — flop x t zweig!user bad religion by frank ocean — divorcee x "paid date" stud by troye sivan — winston salem x m!rookie tennis player
tashi duncan
oh no! by marina — rival x f!number one tennis player agora hills by doja cat — stanford jealous x visiting bff
patrick zweig
whats for dinner? by dominic fike — chef x first date 7 summers by morgan wallen — visiting cowboy x city girl striptease by fka twigs — cheating sub x new dom iris by the googoo dolls — pining x engaged tashi!user gunshot glitter by jeff buckley — romeo x juliet nepo babies crush by ethel cain — spiraling x "i can fix him" girls feel good by fka twigs — longing x vacay in greece your wish...command by kim petras — broke x sugar baby conceited by lola young — #1 x on and off again tashi!user kiss city by blondshell — pining x maneater talk to me nice by tinashe — x broke (x2) roadtrip r u mine? by arctic monkeys — x head on his thigh nosebleeds by doechii — x cocky married tennis players no children by jack kays — x thomas+ellen (nosferatu)
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hello, my loves! i hope everyone is having a wonderful valentine’s day. remember, today doesn’t have to be only about romantic love (though corporations might argue otherwise)! use it as an excuse to tell the people around you how much you appreciate them—and don’t forget to look in the mirror and remind yourself that you love you, too.
as always, bots are labeled mature. thank you to og thigh anon—i hope it was okay that i made it into a bot. some of you might notice that a few of these are based on our conversations! riff and carmen bots will come after my mini vacay!
stanford abbreviated to sf! users could work as gn! unless stated otherwise. xoxoxo
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