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Writing comms are open!!

Pls consider commissioning any sort of writing from me, as I am hoping to save to leave my country (being run by a dictator)!

What I won't write

I will not write proship/pedophilia

Will not write anything as dark as dead dove

Fanfiction (ex. Canon x Canon/non canon. I believe that fanfiction should be free and accessible)

Do NOT ask me to do ai.

Romanticized Abuse/r*pe

What I will write:

OC content (non fandom specific)

18+: NSFT/Gore (going with what I will not do, which would be dead dove)

MUST BE 18+ AND ABLE TO PROVIDE LEGAL/VALID FORM OF ID TO PROVE YOU ARE 18+. If you do not, then I will not accept. I have a legal right to say no.

Price:

$0.10¢ per word

Or

$2.00 per 100 words.

I will not accept comms from:

Pro shippers

Trump supporters

Evangelicals

Pro N#zis

Elon musk worshippers

Anti-LGBTQIA+

Pro b1ue li*es m*tter

Israel supporters

So far I only take Venmo! But I will set up other apps for payment ^w^

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Little void lady will have some of her teeth removed next week! She is and will be okay don't worry!!

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Get attached to character

Character: dies

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Reader who doesn't speak English as their first language and Simon being so in love !!

Over the dinner course, you leaned forward confidently, like you were sharing a secret.

"I think we should buy a baby wheelchair for them."

Price's missus was going to have a baby shower next week.

"Wot?" Simon blinked.

"A baby wheelchair—" You pulled your fist into a punching stance and moved it back and forth, mimicking a tiny car. "Like a baby car… phew phew."

"Oh, that's a stroller." Simon raised a brow, watching your head bobble in a self-absorbed nod.

"Exactly, baby car… stroller."

And it was so cute when you looked up at him whenever you forgot certain words.

"Simon, how do you say in English? The takka-takka-takka—"

"Helicopter," Simon said fondly, earning himself a sweet peck on the lips.

The task force enjoyed it immensely. When Soap said, “Break a leg !” and you raised up a fight at why Simon should break his leg.

Or when Kyle couldn't stop laughing so much with the way you pronounced, “Bitch” to the bird who was hitting up on Simon.

And Simon loved it all, felt love in your eyes through your words, especially when you used his vocabulary—God, it did something to him.

Saying "bugger" when you put too much ketchup, and "bloody freezin’, innit?!" with that corky little smile because you knew how much it wrecked him.

"Bollocks," you would curse, and he’d already be losing his heart and mind, dragging you to the bedroom.

The way you would slip into your native dialect when you were upset, voice rising as you made frustrated noises—Simon would forget the argument entirely, just watching you with that pretty face he’d go to war for.

And something, something about the way you said "I love you" in your native language first, just as softly, and how you called him "my love" in that same way too.

Bloody hell, he’s so in love.

Masterlist

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Well my Valentine's sucked, hope yours went well

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A lil self insert fic about call of duty and the monster au I love hehe, I know no one will read this though

Naomie Dupré: Voirloup is a unique french based monster, a breed that can be achieve if two voirloup mate together, which is rare. Voirloup used to use pelts and a ritual to shift only during night, but the species has evolved into this: Voirloup can shift any time of the day and night, using tattoos. Some can shift right away, but others still use the song from the ritual: “Lord Satan, master of the universe, your humble and faithful servant invoke you so that your power, be in this night/day of your reign a (animal tattooed) so they can obey to your every whims and spread terror into those who refuses to serve you”. Voirloup are also extremely stigmatised and hated, said to bring bad omens. Voirloup can also drink the blood of their enemies to strengthen themselves, and have an ability to control some kind of elements. In Naomie’s case, it is darkness and shadows. She wears a massive pelt coat of a golden sheep and fur of a black werewolf, which was given to her by her grandfather. Voirloup are hard to kill, as they can heal faster than anyone and are invincible. Voirloup are said to sometimes badly influence people, hence the distrust toward them.

It sucked to be a Voirloup.

It meant you were a rare breed, prone to distrust because of the bad omens you represent and hence, stigmatised. And it didn’t help at all to be stuck in a situation you couldn’t escape from.

Naomie tried to cover, as bullets ran from the other side of the building. Of all the villages she had picked, she had to pick the one packed with terrorists holding a bio weapon, ready to set it off. It wasn’t like she hadn’t notice some of those men were… acting strange. But, she brushed her concerns off. Sure, she could go and wreak havoc, as Voirloups were invincible, but she was tired. And she didn’t want to blow her cover. She was supposed to mask as a human, no power, no monster, just a normal human. And up to this point, it was working pretty well. She had learnt how to mask her scent, by applying a lotion she had made herself. And she made sure to cover all the time! No one should notice the intricate and detailed tattoos she harbored on her skin. Tattoos forced upon her by her own family… Brushing the memory down her mind, she tried to move.

Taking a quick glance, she observed as a man's skull was crushed by… by a werewolf. Oh great. They’re military men. As she ducked near another wall, she got a quick view on what was happening. Her dear neighbours and terrorists were being attacked and had their ass whooped by a team of four: all hybrids or creatures like herself. A werewolf, a harpy, a wraith (she shuddered at his view) and… a dragon. Well, she considered herself as fucked. They could believe she also was a terrorist. And she would be detained, as well… could not die like that. She should hide somewhere and wait for them to leave…

A dumpster.

That will do.

Jumping into it, she was almost relieved it didn’t contain most trash. But damn, did it smell. At least, it would cover her scent more. Ten or so minutes later, no sound. The last man or monster was dead. Naomie didn’t know if she should come out of her hiding place. Unfortunately for her… Well… Let’s say luck was never on her side.

The dumpster opened, and a man (the wraith she reminded herself) wearing a skull mask or balaclava saw her. Glared down at her as if she was a vermin and grabbed her by the arm harshly and in a very swift way. Naomie cried in surprise and was thrown on the ground, her head hitting the pavement. Being immune to wounds, and having a quick ability to heal would save her of course, but damn did it hurt! Her head was dizzy, and she had trouble standing up. Her ears were ringing, an occurrence that happened every now and then ever since that explosion in Toulouse…

“Captain! We have one more left.” The wraith spoke with a growl, and Naomie knew she was in immediate danger.

Indeed, the three others approached. And now she could see them more clearly, even if the ringing in her ears was persistent. First of all, they looked british. They had the fucking flag on their jacket, and the wraith sounded English. Second of all, the dragon was missing a wing and was looking rather pissed, the harpy just stood there, as the werewolf shifted back to being a human. She was rather fucked. It’s been a very long time since she shifted.

“Where’s the cargo?” The Captain said with a deep voice, smoke leaving his nostril. The wraith put his booth on her chest, which she found rude. “Well..?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I just live here.” Naomie replied with a gasp as the pressure grew on her chest.

“She smells weird.” The werewolf, now a man with a ridiculous mohawk, spoke out. He sniffed the air.

“She was in a dumpster.” The harpy sarcastically replied, almost with a chuckle, and Naomie felt offended once again.

“The cargo. Where. Is. It?” The dragon hybrid repeated as the pressure grew. Naomie growled in pain.

“I DON’T KNOW. I JUST LIVE HERE!” She yelled at them, and she gasped when she suddenly was pinned to the wall, her foot not even touching the ground as the dragon lifted her easily. And her jacket dropped to the ground. Fuck.

She could see and feel them staring. It wasn’t everyday you could see tattoos that detailed on a young body. The ceremony stopped her aging at only 24 years old. Ceremony that was rather painful, as she didn’t want it and was held down to have her first tattoo, her first “pelt” as they called it: a wolf. Symbol of her family in a way. The dragon hybrid seemed to slowly realised what she was. It was… a bit rare someone recognised her breed in a few minutes. And now she was pissed.

He dropped, just as she opened her mouth. Oh so he knew what was coming? Good for him. The others looked at him, not understanding his sudden fear. But the wraith moved, using his powers, that she easily dodged, as she sang the somewhat useless incantation, in english this time:

“Lord Satan, master of the universe, your humble and faithful servant invoke you so that your power, be in this day of your reign a panther so I can obey to your every whims and spread terror into those who refuses to serve you!”

Shifting was not something pleasant, especially when you were a Voirloup. It was said that they had been cursed for being sinners, and so the shifting was painful. Naomie didn’t know if it was true but as her members elongated, and her hands turned to claws, she knew she was being punished for something.

“What the fuck?!” The werewolf exclaimed as Naomie pounced, trying to get away.

“Gaz! Pursue her!” The captain ordered as the Voirloup attempted to flee the scene, and the village.

The harpy flew in the sky in a blink, leaving dust around his form. He was quicker than she was, and Naomie knew someway or another, they might get to her. Especially if that dragon hybrid knew her kind well. She ran through the narrow streets, attempting to block her form from the harpy. But the man was still following her !

After the chase, she felt black tendrils strapping her down, and she was pinned to the ground this time. She let out a huff, and a hiss when they carefully approached her. She knew she could use her elemental power to leave this scene. But what was the point? She was tired, exhausted from running and from shifting.

“Get her to the vehicle.” The dragon hybrid commanded, and the wraith kicked her in the head.

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day 4 of @foxlorist's event: free day! f2u, creds appreciated

hai... quick little thing i did for my pk/sp profile.. got sick and tired of my bummy profile picture. i really like this psd heh

i forgot, creds to @/druap for the art

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DONKEY SKIN (1970) dir. Jacques Demy

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Hi fellow self shippers, I'm curious...

If yes, how does your partner feel about your self shipping? :> Do they know about it?

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this giving fem!bell

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"spam liking will get you blocked" spam liking will get you a kiss on the mouth

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When u are a bit too traumatised you think your dad is going to hit you and scream because you spilled water ahah

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The void

Because I think someone might need to see the silly void

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"141 x reader" *excludes gaz* PLS I'M SO TIRED OF Y'ALL FORGETTING THAT GAZ EXISTS AND THAT KÖNIG ISN'T A MEMBER OF TF141 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP REPLACING GAZ WITH KÖNIG IT'S PISSING ME OFF

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genuinely my most favourite doodles of gaz

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Gaz caught you staring <3

Stills from this animation. One thing about my art is that it's gonna be sketchy and messy 😤 I am obsessed with drawing this man, please give me any and every excuse to draw him

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