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sunkendreams · 3 years

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hi!! first off i really love your writing, i can't get enough! it really makes me happy whenever your works come up on my tumblr, always excited to read whatever you post! 💗

sooo, i was wondering if you could do a vincent smut and/or fluff involving modeling for him? idk if you've ever done that but i think it would be amazing since you write vincent so well!!

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — vincent sinclair x afab!reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — smut/18+! vincent draws you like one of his french girls, vaginal sex, couch sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, hint of breeding kink, sliver of scratching, possessive!vincent.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 3,803.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — thank you so so much for your request, and thank you so much for the sweet words & compliments, it means so much more than you know! 🥺 this one was so enjoyable to write for and I also took (a lot) of inspiration from titanic lmao, I couldn’t resist the drawing parallels 💀 As always, I hope y’all enjoy! ❣️

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @peachygothgirl ; @mrs-heelshire ; @slasherfantasy ; @loraxlola ; @the-wordis-bird ; @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better ; @iamcautiouslyoptimistic ; @suguruswife ; @mehidktbh ; @lttlegore ; @darklylucid ; @insanitymoshpit ; @callmemeelah ; @the-anxious-youth ; @comicalrage ; @horrorstories123 ; @krakersy ; @dootys ; @bloodwithpeachmilk

There is a sentimental comfort you find in the basement — in Vincent’s menagerie, his sanctuary of warmth and wax. Each night, you slink downstairs to join him in whatever midnight activities he partakes in, whether it’s sculpting or molding, or sexual escapades. Either way, you are beyond happy, and to your delight, Vincent seems happy, too.

An orange luminosity permeates cold concrete, flickering candles and dim overhead lights creating an atmospheric environment that you could bask in. It’s more than comfortable, and Vincent makes it very inviting. The door to the basement is locked and barred, preventing any strangers (or Bo) from entry.

Vincent prefers the exclusivity, the privacy that he shares with you. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s a quiet evening, one of the more serene nights that you’ve had thus far, and you’re watching Vincent mold something from wax, the voluptuous shape of a mermaid. His hands are roughened from the many years of artistry and wear, but he’s unbelievably talented — you find a certain joy in observing Vincent and his knack for the arts.

Sculpting tools allow the statue to take shape, molded underneath the careful movement of Vincent’s hand. Wax-stained digits begin to smooth out any uneven edges or angular bits as he lowers the figure over the flickering light of a candle. Enticing is a mere understatement whenever you watch him work — he is a Picasso in his own right, the Van Gogh of wax.

Perched atop a stool to his right, you keep a sliver of distance, allowing him to work unhindered until he finds a good stopping point, placing the nearly-completed statuette atop a piece of canvas. The detail is immaculate, right down to the intricate carvings of the mermaid’s shimmering scales and individual lines of her hair.

“It’s gorgeous,” You hum, feeling Vincent lean against you, shoulder to shoulder. “Is there anything that you can’t do?” You muse, nose wrinkling in amusement. There’s a spark of warmth within his gaze as he shrugs, sitting upright.

Turning the statuette around atop the canvas, Vincent cocks his head to one side, eyes carefully raking over in an attempt to pick apart imperfections. He has the cautionary, scrutinizing eyes of an artist, and watching him squint is nothing short of amusing. With a breathy, relaxed sigh, Vincent angles his body toward you, the distance rather slim.

‘I’m sure there are things I can’t do,’ Vincent signs, always emotive and evocative of whatever he feels, amusement channeled into the flourished movement of his hands. ‘Would you be willing to model for me tonight?’ He inquired, head still tilted to one side. You’ve done it before, but you aren’t always in the mood for it — he understands.

Your lips tug into a smitten smile, and you nod. Vincent has asked you on many occasions to model, and you have, but it never fails to make you unbelievably flustered. He puts you on this pedestal, like you’re on some pinnacle above him, touts about your perfection endlessly. It doesn’t bother you whatsoever, but you often feel undeserving.

Vincent does very little to conceal his delight, immediately abandoning his little wax project in order to tend to you. He’s beginning to amass a hefty collection of drawings, paintings, sketches of you — some would consider it obsessive, and Vincent is keenly aware of such a sentiment. He knows how he feels about you.

Moving off of the rickety chair, Vincent motions toward the collection of furniture shoved into one corner. ‘You can decide on pose and whatnot. I just want to draw you.’ He’s shameless in admitting to such a thing. The longer the two of you have been together, the more comfortable Vincent has become in speaking his mind, in expressing exactly what he feels.

You are far more beautiful than any piece of wax, than any painting he’s conjured up. In his eyes, you are a masterpiece, perfection incarnate, and he constantly honors you in this way through his art. Vincent feels as if that’s what you deserve — to be immortalized.

Each artistic session you share with him only pushes the two of you closer together, and Vincent wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s deeply intimate for reasons that he can’t quite pick apart yet, but the answer is nearing the tip of his tongue.

Vincent wandered toward a storage shelf, removing one of his many sketchbooks, equipped with an untold amount of drawing utensils. Busying himself with finding the proper medium, you wander toward the couch that he’s drawn you on so very often, dragging it out just a ways to make room.

You’re getting settled when some idea comes creeping into the back of your mind, festering within your brain like a plague. It’s far from wholesome — in fact, it’s completely lascivious. Chewing at your cheek, you know he’ll be receptive to it, maybe even encourage it. Turning the thought over within your mind, you can feel your fingers roaming toward the hem of your blouse.

Peeling the soft fabric aside, you occupy yourself with undressing, hoping to surprise Vincent by the time he turns back around. It’s exhilarating, this feeling — he’s seen you undressed so many times, but this feels different, it feels so very personal. Admittedly, the thrill you receive is intoxicating, and you’re inclined to experience it over and over again.

Draping your clothing at the foot of the couch, you’re down to your undergarments, gaze fluttering toward Vincent’s back. His dark tresses fall like a waterfall around his shoulders, tall form still glued to the shelves. To you, he is painfully beautiful — there’s a softness that he reserves just for you.

In the midst of unclasping the colored brassiere, Vincent turns around, catching you in your disrobed state, breath audibly hitching within his throat. He wasn’t really expecting such a thing, chest tightening with a flurry of anticipation and excitement, his mouth becoming dry. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from you, not yet.

Enticed and filled with a newfound anticipation, Vincent’s face is unbearably hot beneath the mask, his singular eye tracing across the planes of your body, every blemish, every curve. You don’t undress completely — there’s one last garment standing between you and an unclad state.

Meeting Vincent’s lascivious stare, you find yourself feeling warm underneath the intensity of it. As you settle down onto the sofa, goosebumps begin to creep along your spine, the tension now charged with something amorous.

“Is this okay?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, teeth gnashing at the inside of your cheek.

Vincent nods, but he’s hesitant, seemingly contemplating what to say. Tucking the sketchbook underneath his arm, pencil placed into one of his apron pockets, he breaks out into a series of deliberate signs, ‘Take everything off.’ As soon as his hands drop, he’s bristling with eagerness, watching your breath hitch, lips falling agape.

Even without an ounce of verbal communication, you can feel the sensuality of his words. Your mouth becomes dry, chest swelling with a wave of want as your fingers hook into the frilly hem of your panties. As you drag the material down the length of your legs, Vincent watches in subtle awe, planting himself down into the chair in front of you.

Lifting his apron off over his head, Vincent drapes the tool-laden piece across the back of his seat, sketchbook in his lap. He almost looks a little uncomfortable, but in all actuality, Vincent is restraining himself to the maximum. He wants you so bad, and you made it so much harder to focus.

Without instruction, you sprawl out across the chaise lounge as best as you can, attempting to assume some evocative pose, even if it’s awkward for you. You’re beautiful — you’re nothing short of completely and utterly perfect, exposed and vulnerable before him. Admittedly, you’re a little nervous about this, but Vincent doesn’t seem bothered whatsoever.

He shifts within the velvet seat, painfully hard within his pants, but Vincent tries his best to ignore it for now, placing pencil to paper, partially hiding behind his hair. It’s unusual for Vincent to get flustered, especially with how many times he’s seen you naked, but he is this time — it’s almost an involuntary response.

You force yourself to relax, sinking into the cushions as Vincent moves the pencil across paper, occasionally ogling you to capture each feature of your body, every minuscule detail that he can obtain. He wonders if every artist felt this way when painting a beautiful woman, but in his eyes, you are a masterpiece incarnate, and even art couldn’t change that.

Keeping still, your gaze rakes over Vincent’s rigid posture, and that’s when you notice the large tent in his pants, nearly concealed by the hem of his sweater. It makes you feel hot, and he adjusts himself again, poised forward in a state of concentration. There is a silence that drifts between the both of you, but it’s comfortable, wrought with anticipation.

Vincent can barely think straight, let alone draw. His artwork of you is always as close to perfection as he can get, but this time, it’s lackluster. Frustration intermingled with arousal seems to take over, and you watch his hand stutter, his one, glistening eye boring right into yours.

You tilt yourself in his direction, purposefully revealing much of your body — Vincent huffs, audible enough for your lips to twitch into a tiny smile. Again, his salacious, searing stare seems to burn right through you, shamelessly consuming every inch of your flawless physique as he continues to draw. Granted, he is so, so very distracted, distracted by you.

Both need and desire begin to violently swell inside of you, and staying still becomes extremely challenging to the point where your head is spinning, too. As much as you revel in Vincent drawing you, making you feel unbelievably special, you want him too — you want him now.

His hand begins to slow down, and your mouth parts to speak, stomach sloshing with an excitable notion. You want him too, your own desire rivaling his as you twist atop the couch. “Kiss me.” You breathe, wanting to forget about the artwork for now.

You’ve never seen Vincent move so fast before.

A man full of desperation, Vincent clamors forward, practically rushing toward you, standing beside the plush sofa as he bears down upon you. His hands are everywhere, so big and warm, covered in the remnants of a waxy film as he kneads into your chest. He’s wedged right in between your legs, his breathing heavy and throaty as he pries the mask aside.

With a bruising, needy kiss, Vincent is helplessly rocking into you, his erection stiff and prominent, throbbing right into your inner thigh. As your hands come to tangle into his hair, you moan into his mouth, your cunt clenching pathetically around absolutely nothing. He’s barely touched you yet, and he’s driving you wild.

He’s a meticulous lover, more than eager to place your needs above his own. Ever the gentleman, his mouth gingerly pries away from yours, leaving behind a string of saliva in the wake of making out with him. Careful, lustful kisses are planted along your collarbone, between your breasts, across your stomach as Vincent makes his way down toward what he really wants.

For a man of his stature, tall and gracefully lanky, he’s all contorted and squeezed toward the end of the lounge, easing you up into more of a sitting position. His hands come to rest atop your thighs, spreading you apart as his kisses become heated, leaving hickeys against your hips.

“Take your sweater off,” You exhale, your voice openly reflecting your exhilaration as you reach for the woolen garment, tugging at the scratchy fabric. “Please.” There is a desperation within your voice that doesn’t go ignored, as Vincent stops enough for your hands to go tangling around the hem.

Pulling it upward, Vincent is complacent in its removal, exposing his bare, scarred torso, taut with a lean musculature. He isn’t stereotypically built, which is what you enjoy the most. As soon as you toss it over the arm of the lounge, Vincent’s mouth is back on you, gracing the silky flesh of your inner thighs, kissing you wherever he can reach.

His hands knead and grope at your hips, molding you within his palms as if you were made just for him, like two pieces of a puzzle. Vincent is both passionate and endlessly needy, continuing to press kisses all along your thighs, mouth nearing your cunt. Swiping his tongue along your slit, you quiver and jolt within his grasp, hands gripping at both his hair and shoulder.

Vincent is slow to rush in tasting your slick core, savoring you instead in the way that you deserve, a sensual worship that leaves you absolutely ravenous. As he pushes you up against the arm of the lounge, his visage disappears between your legs, and you can feel the want and vigor of his tongue in one heated wave.

He eats your cunt like a starving man, as if he won’t ever get to taste you again — it makes you melt, and you do, melting like the wax that he surrounds himself in. Vincent is a flickering fire, and you are more than willing to let yourself burn, succumbing to the flames.

Twisting your digits into his disheveled tresses, you involuntarily jolt and rock yourself into his mouth, a throaty growl ripping through his throat. You shudder, enthralled and at his mercy as your head lags forward, nails digging into his broad shoulder.

“Vincent,” You moan, knee squeezing near his shoulder, the other almost dangling off of the sofa completely. Your paramour is buried between your thighs, tongue greedily swiping across your cunt, collecting every drop of slick that you give him. “Vince.” You mewl, biting down upon your lower lip.

Throaty hums escape him in droves, drifting into the quiet hum of the basement. Your skin feels feverishly warm as you sigh his name, endless murmurs of euphoric passion as he drags his mouth all over your slit. Vincent is nothing short of sloppy and messy, practically salivating at the taste of you, big hands massaging into the swell of your hips.

Possessiveness is laced into every touch, every flick of his tongue, and you’re nearly paralyzed when his eye flutters up toward you, locking in a stare. He carefully dips his mouth toward the apex of your thighs, lips pursing right around your clit — the stare never breaks, but it most definitely intensifies.

With a choked whimper, your body quivers as he begins to suck at your clit, stimulating that sensitive clutch of nerves that sits at the hood of your cunt. Vincent is ravenous, making a myriad of lewd noises that send shockwaves right into the pit of your gut.

A rush of heat follows, and you’re clinging onto him, on the verge of begging for a release as he mouth-fucks you, fingertips gracing every inch of flesh that he can reach. Vincent never fails to make you feel absolutely incredible, weak in the knees and head over heels — the way he eats you out is obsessive, and he would’ve been perfectly content with staying between your legs for the rest of his life.

Vincent could see the look in your eyes — the surprise, the mounting anticipation, and the adoration. It was everything he’d ever needed, everything he’d ever wanted. You were moaning and whining, high-pitched and wanton as your legs haplessly squeezed toward his head, but you intended to be gentle.

“Close,” You huffed, nearly crying out when Vincent sucked at your clit, warm tongue lashing out across your cunt, filling you with such blissful sensations. Every inch of you was clawing for release, begging to let go, but you were thrilled for what would come afterwards. “Vincent!” You squeaked when he flicked his tongue over your clit.

He loved watching you like this, watching you quiver and come undone, your orgasm splitting right through you like a hot flash of lightning. Vincent was rewarded with the spoils, purring with contentment and delight as he cleaned you up. His strong hands continued to carefully knead at your hips, keeping you planted against his face until he’d finished lapping at your slit.

With a half-lidded stare, Vincent licked at his lips, reveling in the taste of your slick as he positioned himself between your legs, hastily wrestling with the front of his pants. He worked quickly, his cock aching and throbbing, slathered in precum as he freed his erection, rutting into your thigh a time or two.

Locking your lips together in a brazen, bruising kiss, you could taste yourself on Vincent’s tongue, not that it bothered you. He groaned into your mouth, cock sliding against your slick cunt, pulsating with heat and arousal as he prepared to slip himself inside of you.

He was big — the biggest you’ve ever had, and so the excitement rode high whenever he rutted into your slit, one hand braced against the arm of the couch for support. Vincent’s other palm was splayed out along your waist, holding you tight as he began to snap his hips forward. Not a second was wasted as his cock began to pump in and out of you.

“Perfect.”

The husky, throaty lull of his voice split past the breathy silence and gentle groans as he fucked you with more of a steadier, heady rhythm. There was an inherent lack of roughness, but Vincent was spurred on with plenty of passion — he had much to give to you as his cock seamlessly slapped in and out of your cunt.

You could get drunk on the sound of his voice, both horribly raspy and guttural, but his voice nonetheless. Vincent spoke with a reverence that he only gave to you, shamelessly worshiping you with his gaze alone. There was a flurry of shock that rattled you to your core, but it only made you all the more needy, hands sliding to hold onto the sinewy muscle of his biceps.

From there, it all seemed to accelerate so quickly — each snap of his hips drove his cock deeper into you, until he couldn’t go any further. He was stretching you, fucking you in all of the right ways, stooping down to steal countless kisses, over and over again, until you were nearly rendered breathless.

You were clinging to him like a drowning woman, your legs squeezing at his hips, coaxing him closer until his body nearly flushed with yours, chest to chest. Every kiss sets your nerves ablaze, like fire and ice stinging through you, each caress, each touch completely and utterly enthralling.

“More,” You breathe, lazily rolling your hips into his groin, listening to him groan in tandem. Vincent’s mouth clamors to your neck, pressing a string of kisses and hickeys there, scraping across your flesh, taking you in like a breath of fresh air. “Vincent.” You squeak when he sucks at a spot next to your jugular.

A softer grunt escapes him, and he obliges you, forehead careening into yours as he begins to pick up his speed, flesh against flesh as he kisses you again. Vincent’s teeth snag against your lower lip, drawing out a breathy moan from you as you keep your legs spread apart, hips bucking into his.

Vincent’s domineering edge is prevalent, bubbling to the surface as he really begins to pound his way inside of you, cock battering your cunt with more of a force behind it. There is a trace of roughness, but it’s all hot and passionate instead, driven by want and by lust.

Maintaining a strong, ironclad grip upon your hips, Vincent ruts into you like a man possessed, grunts and growls ripping through his chest, his lips seeking yours again and again. You reciprocate each entanglement with a flurry of passion, hitching one leg up around his hips, and that’s what drives him crazy.

Your hands are skirting everywhere, tracing over his biceps, feeling along the pale musculature of his chest, letting your palms settle just above his ribcage. Nails lightly dig into his skin, a pleasurable sensation that only encourages Vincent’s fucking. It becomes tantalizingly slow — he’s loving, yet it’s rather intense, it’s obsessive, possessive.

“Want you to cum in me,” You whimper, feeling his hips stutter, breath hitching as his head lags forward. You swore you heard Vincent moan, and it turns your stomach into a pile of mush, numb and weightless as his thrusting becomes slightly erratic. “Please.” You’re begging now, wrapped up within the moment.

Vincent can’t fathom just how perfect you are — it feels like some fantasy that’s surfaced at the forefront of his mind, but as you lay underneath him, flesh and blood and warmth, he knows that his dreams are reality. You’re a masterpiece, a goddess incarnate.

Pressing another heated kiss to your lips, Vincent ruts into you again, cock stuffed into your cunt as he reaches his orgasm. It’s sticky and wrought with wistfulness, but he’s wonderfully gentle at the end, cumming inside of you without another thought.

The aftermath was always the most blissful moment — serene and very warm, and in the low, orange light of the basement, you were glowing. Vincent pulled out of you not long after, his hand moving to cup your cheek, pressing tender, sweet kisses against your face and neck, reaching down toward your collarbone.

“Did you want to finish your drawing?” You mumble, nose wrinkling in amusement as you nestle close to him, flush against one another. His shower of affection is beyond endearing, and you keep an arm draped around his neck.

Vincent’s little chuckle is throaty and hoarse, but he’s ogling you with a twinkle in his eye. ‘It’s only a rough sketch,’ He signs, his expression cheeky, ‘Would you be open to trying again tomorrow?’

You giggle — he’s certainly got his mischievous side, and you wonder if that’s from Bo, the sudden streak of flirtatiousness. Either way, you don’t mind whatsoever, idly caressing his cheek. “I’ll do it again,” You muse, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Just for you, because I love you so much.” There’s an adoration in your smile that you let loose.

‘I love you.’

Such sentimental emotions are felt even through signing, but with Vincent, a kiss accompanies it as he presses his lips against yours. The entanglement is enough to render you speechless, full of an incendiary sensuality that leaves you reeling, wanting so much more. With a dopey smile, you take a moment to compose yourself, cupping one side of his face with your palm.

“I know.”

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big-tiddy-bi · 3 years

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Y’all I have another idea for an undertale fic

If you want to write this please do

but send me a link when it’s posted

So we have the main 10 boys all living together outside the city/large town right and they each meet a cutie,

Sans meets his cute human while at the park with frisk. The humans dog just runs up to frisk and that’s how they meet

Blue and papyrus meet theirs at an arcade, maybe they team up for laser tag against some mean people. Instant friends

Red meets his on the street, some ahole insults him and be for he can respond a human stands up for him. the ahole insults they way the human is dressed so red and human team up to verbally destroy this ahole.

Mutt was at the art store when a cute human asked him if he could get them something from the top shelf. They get to talking they show each other their art, and get coffee

Stretch was in line at a book signing. He and the person in line behind him start to talk about the books they like and after they get their books signed they exchange numbers

Black goes to a small bakery/coffee shop to review it for his surprisingly popular food blog. The owner’s adult kid (who runs the shop part time for their parents) is super sweet just like the food. Black knows that they are being genuine from his years in the Guard. The food is great and he soon becomes a regular. He didn’t day dream about what their life together would be like while drinking the coffee they gave him what are you talking about.

Edge runs into his at the pet store. He brought doomfanger so that the cat could pick out its own clothes. The little matchmaker that he is doomfanger jumps of edge and walks along the shelf’s so it can curl up around the neck of this poor human who just wants to get some food for their dog and other pets. Edge begrudgingly becomes friends with the human because if doomfanger likes them there has too be a reason.

Ht sans and papyrus (idk what nicknames to give them) meat them when they spot an angelic human in a clearing in the woods having a picnic with their dog, the human sees them but instead of being scared the human instead invites they to sit and eat. The human follows the law of “if the dog likes a person they are good, never trust a person a dog doesn’t trust” so sense they dog wasn’t scared of these two giants they shouldn’t be either.

The joke is basically that the cute person is the same person for all of them but they don’t realize this for far to long.

Y/N dresses differently depending on the mood or the occasion.

(I felt like this part was cringing, but in a bad way so it’s gone)

Black talking about his brother mutt? The y/n just thinks it’s a common monster name

Red complains about some “orange bastard” and his “shitty romance books”? The humans like reds not talking about stretch, why would he be plenty of people like the colors orange and like romance books

They only find out when one of them invites there friend over for game night (blue and papyrus knew all along but they thought not telling anyone would be funny. They were correct)

Then you got another problem. If all of them have a crush on the same person who gets to date the human? High jinks ensue.

No sadness…unless 👀 but that is up to you if you write it. I might but that has like a 99.999999999999999371% chance of not happening

All spelling errors are unintentional and I didn’t reread this it’s just a stream of consciousness sorry

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kywaslost · 2 years

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Eren x Hashira! Reader Request

Request: The request was so long I decided to shorten it down for y’all. Basically the reader is one of the hashira from demon slayer and while fighting muzan they get transported to the attack on titan universe where they try to blend in. They eventually meet Eren and fall in love with him.

Requested by @oyasumimosura

A/N: This was supposed to be written like almost a month ago but it was so long I had to take breaks while writing lol. Thank you so much for the request and I hope I wrote it alright. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve watched season 3 part 2 and I don’t have time to rewatch it so I’m going off of pure memory and making stuff up. Sorry lol. Idk how well the ending is because I didn’t know where to end, so please let me know if you all want a part 2!

How exactly was it that you were the only Hashira able to even stand a chance against Muzan? Couldn’t you at least have some backup, like Giyu or Sanemi? You had been fighting the Demon King since the sun had set, and the sun would be rising soon. You were getting weaker as the battle continued. Muzan had begun using demon arts that you did not know the effects of.

The sun was beginning to rise and Muzan gave you a sly grin. “You’ve put up a good fight, Hashira, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to continue this some other time.” The demon ran off into the nearby woods. He was faster than you, especially in your state, but you still ran after him.

“No,” you breathed out weakly, leaning against a nearby tree. “No no no no no,” you panicked. You were so close! Victory was right there!

You slid down the base of the tree, falling to the ground. “The sun is rising. I’ll be safe,” you told yourself. “I just need to rest for a while.” Your grip on your sword loosened as you drifted off into a much needed sleep.

You woke up, groaning with the amount of light shining in your eyes. How long have you been asleep? The sun was still out, but for how long? You looked to the sky to see the sun setting in the west. Jumping to your feet you gripped your sword tightly. Muzan would be coming back for you to finish the fight, you were sure. You looked around you, searching for a sign of an attack. But you froze. You were no longer in the woods you fell asleep in. You were in an empty field, standing next to a lonely tree. Off in the distance was a gigantic wall. This wasn’t any place you had heard of before.

“Maybe the other Hashira are playing some sick joke,” you told yourself. “Come on now Sanemi, this isn’t funny!” You looked around again but didn’t see anyone familiar. There were houses in the distance, maybe a village? You decided to take a look around and see if maybe you knew where you were. Sliding your sword back into its sheath and covering it with your haori, you made your way into the village.

As you fought your way through the busy streets you realized that the people around you weren’t dressed like you were. In fact, they were all looking at you weirdly, some pointing at you and whispering.

“Hey mister/ms, where did you get those clothes?” someone yelled at you. "You look ridiculous!” Everyone around you suddenly burst into laughter. Not wanting all of the unnecessary attention, you took off running. Unsure of where you were going, you eventually made it to the outskirts of the small down. The sun was fully set now and darkness had overtaken the village. It was hard to see without a lamp, and you did not know where to go. What if there were demons around causing all of this confusion?

You sat down in the grass to collect your thoughts. You were in an unknown location with unknown people. There was a giant wall spanning as far as the eye could see. You were unsure if there were demons nearby, and you weren’t tired due to your long rest.

Taking notice of a horse stable not far from where you were sitting, you decided to get away from the village. You snuck over, not seeing anybody nearby, and opened one of the stables. You looked inside to see a beautiful black horse munching on some hay, its saddle hanging on a hook in the back of the stable.

“Hey there,” you said quietly to the horse, holding out your hand for it to sniff. “I’m Y/N. Why don’t we get you saddled up?” The horse showed no signs of fear, so you rested your hand on its back, running it along as you walked behind the horse. You didn’t want to spook it and cause it to kick you.

You quickly saddled the horse up, jumping up onto it and guiding it out of the stable. Once you got out of the stable you took off into the distance.

You rode until dawn when you found another village. It was located in a crevice in the wall, like an extension. I slowed my horse to a stop, hopping off and tying the lead rope around a nearby post. There was what looked to be a small tavern a bit down the road so I decided I’d ask where I was. Taking off my haori, I stuffed it in the storage pouch on the horse’s saddle and made my way to the building.

The small tavern was packed with people. There was a group of people sitting in one corner causing a lot of commotion. You took in their appearance, getting ideas for new clothes seeing as what you were wearing clearly wasn’t the way people dressed here. They were wearing white pants and a white shirt, clad with dark brown boots and a light brown jacket. There was a patch with roses sewn onto it.

“You lost?” someone asked from behind you. You whipped around to see a man in the same getup as the guys you were watching.

“Actually, yeah, I am,” you answered hesitantly. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“You’re in the Shiganshina District,” he answered.

You nodded thanks and left the building. You were beginning to get hungry so you walked to a nearby food stand. Sneaking around the stand you snuck a piece of bread into your pocket. Thanks to your training as a Hashira, you knew how to sneak around places without being seen.

You continued walking the streets of ‘Shiganshina’ (whatever that meant) and took in your surroundings. You stole some clothes from a clothing shop, changed quickly in the restroom and then returned your original clothes with your horse.

Later in the day, around the time you’d usually eat dinner, you were sitting with your horse, looking up at the wall. You had been sitting there for hours trying to think of a way to get to the other side of the wall. There was a large gateway not far from where you were sitting but it never opened.

You were munching on a stolen apple when suddenly there was a large boom and your ears started to ring. Debris flew around you as you ducked down and covered your head.

What the hell is going on? You thought to yourself. Demons?

“Titans!” Someone screamed near you. “Everyone run! A titan broke through the wall!”

You looked up, freezing in fear at the sight. You had seen a lot of things in your time but this wasn’t on the list. There, standing higher than the wall, was what looked to be a giant model of the muscular system.

People started snapping out of their own fear, screaming and running away from the wall. Your horse was going crazy from all of the commotion, startling you out of your trance. You jumped onto the horse, untying it quickly and running as far away from the wall as you possibly could.

You eventually ended up at a boating dock, joining the large crowd of people boarding the boat and leaving your horse behind. Once you were settled in a cramped corner of the boat, you watched as the village you were just in was going up in flames. You had never seen such a sight.

“What are those things?”you muttered to yourself.

“They’re titans,” a boy with blonde hair said from beside you. “I never thought I’d see one in person. I just hope that my friends are ok.”

As the next few weeks passed you learned more and more about where you were. You learned everything about the titans, the walls, and even the different branches of the military. By talking to the people around you, you concluded that the only demons here were the titans themselves. They weren’t like the demons from back home with demon blood arts and such, and by what you saw that one day they could potentially be much worse.

As a Hashira, it’s your job to protect people. Even though you don’t know how to get back home and you still don’t have a clear idea of where you are, you decided that you still needed to help protect the people around you. Afterall, the people within the second wall were kind enough to help as much as they could. They provided what little clothing and food they had left in order to help you. The least you could do was protect them. WIth that, you entered the military.

Graduating at the top of your section was a piece of cake. With your skills as a swordsman you had very little struggle using the new weapons you were given. You didn’t like them as much as you liked your own personal demon slayer sword but you couldn’t risk using it. You didn’t know if this place had the materials to fix it if it ever broke.

You joined the Scouting Legion without a second thought. Your ‘friends’ thought you were insane, all except for one. You learned his name as Eren, and he was friends with the blonde boy who you sat next to on the boat. At the time, the only thing you and Eren had in common was the passion to end all of the titans and join the Survey Corps.

Captains Levi Ackerman and Erwin Smith took you in almost immediately because of your skill with your ODM Gear. You were assigned to Levi’s squadron, which you learned was one of the best squadrons to be in. Not long after you joined the scouts were you back up with the only people that agreed with you from the beginning. Eren, Armin, and MIkasa. You became close friends with Mikasa and you were sure it was because you both had to deal with stubborn, hot-headed boys all the time.

Your squadron was soon moved to an old abandoned military base further away from civilization in order to keep a good eye on Eren. When you first discovered that he was a titan, you, like everyone else, tried to kill him. Mikasa was dead set on ending you if you made any advancements, but you realized that he could be helpful in fighting the other titans.

Today’s orders were to clean the entire HQ. Levi had paired everyone up in order to have some ‘team bonding’. He had paired you up with Eren, claiming you were strong and trustworthy enough to keep the boy from doing anything bad.

“Wanna hear a joke?” you asked playfully. Ever since you first met Eren you could tell that he wasn’t a fan of you. Since you’d be working together (and all of your other friends were in some other universe), you tried to loosen the tension and make new friends.

“No,” he said sternly, continuing his cleaning. You decided to let it slide, leaving him for the time being.

As you two continued to clean the room, you got into an argument. Since you had been working with Levi longer you knew how picky he was about how clean things were supposed to be. When Eren claimed that he was done with the table, you argued with him that Levi wouldn’t be happy and he was going to make the two of you clean the entire room again. This led to Eren yelling at you and you yelling back, drawing the attention of your squad.

“What’s going on in here?” asked Connie.

“Yeah, you two sound like an old married couple,” Sasha added.

Eren fumed, turning to look away from everyone. “Like I’d marry that sad excuse of a soldier.”

That set you off, causing you to launch yourself at the boy. Armin, Jean, and Connie had to jump out and keep you from attacking the boy.

Later that night you were making your way back to your room after a meeting with Levi. HQ was quiet as you wandered the halls, listening for any signs of movement. You knew titans shouldn’t be anywhere near HQ, but there was always a chance. As you walked you couldn’t help but think about your home. Were the other Hashira looking for you, or did they just assume you were dead? You missed being a demon slayer and spending time with your friends and family.

As you walked past the stairs down to the prison you heard muffled noises come from below you. Pausing, you krept closer to the doorway and listened. The only person down there should be Eren, maybe a guard or two. You descended the stairs quietly, peeking around the corner when you reached the bottom. There were no guards in sight but the sound was much clearer now. You scanned the many cells to see Eren curled up in his bed, head between his knees. You could hear him sniffle and see a slight tremble every time he sniffed.

“Eren?” you called out quietly. The boy snapped his head up, quickly wiping at his eyes.

“What do you want?” he snapped. “Isn’t it past lights out?”

“I just left from a meeting with Levi,” you answered, taking a seat in front of his cell. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Like I’d tell,” he scoffed, looking away. “You wouldn’t care anyway.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, you leaning back against the cold stone wall to get more comfortable. “I lost my family too, ya know,” you said quietly.

“What?” Eren asked, not as angry now. Your soft e/c eyes met his ocean blue ones.

“When the colossal titan broke the wall, I was on a boat with Armin,” you started. “He was worried about you and Mikasa, and later on when we got back inside the walls, he told me how you lost both of your parents.”

“Yeah, so what,” Eren commented.

“That takes a toll on someone, especially a kid your age.” Your eyes unfocused as you dove deeper in your thoughts. Tears brimmed the edges of your eyes, threatening to fall. “At least you have Mikasa and Armin though. I lost everyone. My friends, my family.”

Eren moved to sit down in front of you inside his cell. “What part of Shiganshina are you from?” he asked quietly. “I’ve never really seen you around before.”

You thought for a moment. You couldn’t tell him where you were from, but you also didn’t know how to answer his question. Sure, you’d learned a lot about this new place, but not enough to answer his question. “I don’t remember that much,” you lied, pushing your hair back to show a nasty injury you got while fighting Muzan. “I was hit with some debris as I was leaving and it kinda messed up my memory.”

“Oh,” Eren sighed. “I’m sorry.” He hesitated. “And I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“It’s ok,” you responded. “We’ve all been through so much.” You wiped at your face, drying your tears.

“Don’t cry,” Eren said softly. His hand reached between the bars and rested on your knee. “I know it’s hard. That’s why I’m going to wipe out all of the titans and make things right again.”

You and Eren became close friends after that night, and he even became protective over you. Armin and Mikasa noticed quickly how Eren would keep a close eye on you and follow you around everywhere. They thought it was funny how he’d try and protect you on missions outside of the walls even though you didn’t need his help. You ranked even higher than Mikasa and were a very skilled soldier, so there was no need for Eren’s protection. But the two friends chose to say nothing about it. They were just happy that Eren was getting along with you. It would be a pain to have you against them.

When the armored titan returned, Eren was filled with pure panic. Your ODM gear malfunctioned and you had no way to escape with the others. In an attempt to protect your friends and teammates, you jumped into battle. The armored titan wasn’t too far away from the rooftop you had fallen onto. You jumped off of the building and onto the titan, immediately stabbing your swords into the titan. It shrieked, giving Eren an opening for attack.

Your teammates watched from afar in aw. You didn’t have working ODM gear yet you seemed just as fast as you’d be using it. For just a moment, they thought you were Levi. The titan tried to grab you but he was too slow. Eren managed to grab you off of the titans back and ran as fast as he could.

“Eren!” you screamed, beating your fists against his hand in an attempt to get him to let you go. He let out a small whine in titan, letting his teammates jump on him as he ran back. The armored titan was still far behind you all, watching as you took shelter behind the wall again. Mikasa cut Eren free from his titan form, causing you to fall from the titan’s grasp. You fell to the ground with a groan. Restoring the wall had taken a lot from you and it was finally catching up. You felt like you had just fought Muzan all over again.

“Y/N!” You felt Eren land beside you. His skin was radiating heat and he looked like he was about to faint. “Are you ok?” He reached out and his warm hand met your cheek. He wiped away a tear you didn’t know you had shed. Your body was in so much pain. “You’re hurt,” he commented.

“I’ll be ok,” you coughed. Your back was in pain and your vision was going black. “I’m ok Eren, thank you.”

Mikasa and Armin landed beside the two of you. “We need to get her back to HQ,” Armin said. Mikasa leaned down to check your pulse as you passed out, and Armin caught Eren as he fainted from exhaustion. The two friends picked you and Eren up, carrying the two of you on their backs.

“He really likes her, huh,” Armin commented.

Mikasa sighed, “Yeah, he does. He really does.”

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showf4lls · 2 years

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Hello! I was hoping to send a request in for a match up, please! And congrats on 200 followers !! 🫶🏼

Can I have a romantic match-up for cc! characters, please!

I go by Jynx, friends call me JJ or Jy, I also go by they/them pronouns! My sexuality is bisexual, and I am 20! Also a scorpio (?) idk if that’s important

My vibes are all over the place? I’m usually laidback and giggly, but i can change to quiet and sort of standoff-ish, in a way. People say I’m very sweet, friendly, but I have a bitch side that gets protective over close friends; hate to admit but i get extremely wrapped up/competitive when it comes to video games unless it’s unneeded. I curse a lot, though I’m trying to work on it, lowkey I’m a hothead (does it same much if i’m a sapnap/punz kinnie..?)

My loyalty belongs to people who earn it; I only trust those who earn it as well. I suppose I can be marked as cautious? I’m known to be more ambivert. I cant make decisions for the life of me (hello i’m agender bisexual switch, i don’t make decisions lmao)

Top three hobbies are art, writing, and exploring. My favorite movie is Jurassic Park (series), favorite video game rn is Valorant, favorite TV show is Arcane

Top 3 favorite songs;

Bedroom Floor by sneaky peaches and the Fuzz

Myron Lil Uzi Vent

likewise by ericdoa

My aesthetic/fashion sense are both a bit of mess, but imagine living in streamer merch and then magically wearing something really cute one day then back to tights/jeans and hoodies. Just I wear hoodies a lot but I can “clean up” from time to time :)

Group wise; dream team or just the SMP in a whole (minors not included obviously!)

I believe that’s all i can think of, and I hope to get a match! Again congrats on 200, that’s a huge milestone !! 🫶🏼

― vibe check! i match you with... sapnap !

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! cc!sapnap

notes! tbh i tried to match you up with dream but it just didn't work honestly lol. also, for anyone interested, feel free to check out the event here!

– first off, zodiac shit: you're a scorpio and he's a pisces; both of those zodiac signs have correspondence with water, meaning that you guys understand each other. you're both emotional and passionate, which implies that you'll be able to understand each other's motivations and reasons behind taking certain courses of action or reacting in certain ways. essentially, you guys are similar enough to understand each other but different enough to have things still be interesting between the both of you

– absolutely doesn't mind that your vibes aren't super consistent. he's had a good bit of practice bitting with his friends, so he applies that and uses it to follow the way you're acting. doesn't mind it much either, just cares that you're comfortable and having a good time

– admires how protective you are of your friends, and reciprocates that in how protective he is of you. you guys are fiercely loyal to one another since you've both worked to show one another how trustworthy you are. he understands you being cautious when you're going into new friendships and agrees that it's a totally fair response to how weird people can be

– loves gaming with you; it's always a challenge. he doesn't have to worry about you letting him win to "be a good partner," or whatever excuse people use. not only is it fun to challenge himself while he games, but it's fun to bounce off of you with the banter

– y’all play valorant together, it’s cute. he likes buying you guys matching skins and paying for your battle pass every season - it makes him feel good about himself lmao (his love language is definitely gift giving). when people start flirting with you in valo lobbies (which happens more than you’d think) he lets you pull the boyfriend card before stepping in and causing a scene. you guys always have a good laugh about it later

– really likes your art! definitely asks if he can watch you draw, but totally respects your decision if you let him know that you’re not comfortable with that. would also probably bother you about drawing him sometime. uses the “paint me like one of your french girls” line to lighten things up

#໑ yours truly!#໑: sapnap #໑: content creators #໑: fluff #໑: headcanons #໑: matchups #ʚ: big 200 event!#ʚ: vibe check event #mcyt matchups #dsmp matchups #dream smp matchups #matchups #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #sapnap matchups

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years

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Requested by: @sora-san-senpai

○Basic info::

●she/her pronouns

●Bisexual

●personality is INTP-T type

●A Taurus

●an oikawa and yamaguchi kinnie (How contradicting)

○appearance::

●5'6 ft

●Asian (more on the Indian side)

●dark chocolate brown hair (till my waist)

●got a medium bank but nice tiddies and thicc thighs😩

●brown eyes

●dark circles😔

●glasses

●chubby cheeks

●I have bangs too

●thin lips

●I stay at home most of the time so-sweatpants, a loose tee and occasional outings- that skater skirt and hoodie shit.

●an invisible mole on my upper lip

○personality::

●introverted

●likes procastinating

●severe adhd

●lazy

●foodie

●no sports except maybe swimming, tennis and volleyball

●stay at home

●sucker for late night drives

●night owl

●rain. I love rain ..

●bipolar

●sometimes superiority complex

●but sometimes inferiority complex

●playful

●friendly

●kind

●supportive

●insecure

●adaptable

●I can adapt to a person's liking somehow

●not really emotional

●rarely cries

●A weird pervy personality

●(bipolar amirite 😩😩)

●I constantly focus on the negative instead of the positive

○hobbies::

●writing

●reading

●art

●music

●baking/cooking

●learnt around 7 languages

○likes

●Rain

●anime

●kpop

●reading

●angst(idk-)

●food

●A bug sucker for that ancient far East dynasty thing- (like china/japan/korea)

●Cats ... baby cats

●sour and spicy things

○dislikes::

●try hards

●no exercise pls

●mis judging me

●not accepting me for me

●bullies

○Ideal relationship::

●supportive s/o

●loving

●dorky

●if they are hurting I want to help them

●someone close to my personality

●honest

●loves me for me and very much

●playful, never a dull moment

●low-key wants a clingy (not really clingy ) s/o

●and id love to baby you

●spoil u

● sugar mommy-NO

this is long sorry for the wait(^^)

@sora-san-senpai

Romantic Matchup

Kenma Kozume

How Y’all Met

Okkkk

So you we’re originally friends with Kuroo

Mans sure has a type when it comes to friends

But anyways

He noticed how you and Kenma STRUGGLED with making new friends

So he did what any good friend would do and introduced you two

He was expecting you two to be all shy with each other

Honestly he was expecting y’all just to not talk to each other

What he DIDNT expect was for you two to hit it off so we’ll 😀

Like shit after he introduced you two

Y’all were talking like crazy

Y’all just had a lot in common

Soon enough you two started hanging out

Without Kuroo 🥲

They would be very simple hangouts

Like playing games at his house

Baking at yours

Or even just sitting on the couch enjoying each other’s company

So you two became extremely close

And one day

Some creep at school was harassing you

So you know what our boy kenma did

Defended you of course!

He walked up to you two and pretended to be your boyfriend

And he told the dude to buzz off

Of course you thanked him

And it was that moment he realized that he ACTUALLY wanted to be your boyfriend

He wanted to be that person you could ALWAYS count on to protect you

So he asked how you would feel about actually dating

And that’s when you confessed your feelings for him

And bippidy boppidy boo y’all started dating

What They Love About You

Oh he ADORES the fact that your a fellow introvert

Because he never has to put himself in awkward situations to please you

Omg he LOVES that your a night owl

Poor boy never has anyone to talk to at 3 am 😔

But now he has you!

Honestly he loves that your lazy

He’s not the most active person himself

And he already has Kuroo on his back for that

So he’s glad your not on his back about it too

He likes that your not really a emotional person

Only because he doesn’t know how to deal with human emotions 🥲

But if you’re ever upset PLEASE go to him

He will help you I promise

OMG

he loves how much you spoil him

Like shit he’s a little baby sometimes

Oh your height is PERFECT to him

Because he’s still taller

But only by an inch

He just likes how you two are practically the same height

Favorite Things To Do Together

UGH

Honestly just staying at home with you

ESPECIALLY on rainy days 😩

Y’all will usually just bake all day then have a total sugar crash and just nap on the couch together

All while it’s pouring rain outside

I’m talking thunder, lightning

The good shit

It’s always a vibe

Random Hc

Kenmas a little baker!

Granted he can only make simple things like cookie

But he can make that shit from scratch

It’s decorating that he’s not great at...

His cakes always end up looking like this

But they always taste great soooo

Most of your text messages happen between 1 am and 4 am

Kuroo takes full credit for your relationship 💀

Astrology

These two Signs are thought of as being karmically linked.

They’re both looking for security in a relationship and they share a love of art, poetry and culture.

This relationship may start slowly as, on the surface, they might have few common interests.

However, once they understand one another they may learn they have much more in common than was first apparent.

Taurus and Libra both have a love for the arts. They appreciate fine dining and theater, collecting art and music.

Pleasure — physical, aesthetic — is a premium for these two Signs.

They both love to woo and be wooed; courtship is a necessary part of any romantic relationship for them, and since they both have this need, they fit well together.

Taurus appreciates Libra’s charm; if stubborn Taurus doesn’t get their way, diplomatic Libra is able to smooth things over and keep the peace.

Libra appreciates the luxuries that sensual Taurus provides them.

They also have much to teach one another:

Libra can help Taurus see the different sides of a situation, and Taurus can help Libra overcome their notorious indecision.

Overall Aesthetic

After Hours 🌙

Chanel - Frank Ocean

My Future - Billie Eillish

Yeah Right - Joji

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n

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kaishun · 4 years

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Fanexus - Upcoming Fandom-focused Platform

Hey y’all, Kaishun here, who hasn’t spoken in 85 years but still vaguely lurks around in the corners of your peripherals. As you guys probably know, with the tumblr ban on NSFW (both for things that actually were NSFW and vaguely fleshy colored), a lot of big folks in the fandom left for twitter. Well, twitter sucks, as it’s impossible to finding anything. Nobody tags stuff, because there’s not enough space to do so, and harassment’s pretty bad (both due to lack of tagging and due to tagging).

Fanexus is a platform wanting to change that! It’s kinda’ve the love child between tumblr and livejournal, and with the beta coming up soon, they’re trying to drum up some hype. I’m hype, so, I’m gonna go over some of my fav official features so far:

Proship / Anti-Harassment / Anti-Censorship

Useful Tagging System ( #Saix = #Saïx )

3 Accounts in 1 (1 login for 3 different blogs)

Details on^ below the cut. Here’s a pretty picture from their blog @fanexus-dot-net to show its progress:

Proship, Harassment, and Censorship (Don’t Like/Don’t Read)

A lot of platforms and people are aggressively censoring fictional content they don’t like. Whether that be two characters lewding in general, those character being in an abusive relationships, noncon, age gaps, underaged, incest, etc.-- a lot of people get harassed for drawing that kind of stuff. But, y’know-- it’s fictional. No different from the whole “video games cause violence” scare from moms in the 90s. But the harassment from people has gotten really bad, especially on twitter.

Fanexus allows whatever you want to draw/write/etc., as long as it is of fictional characters--with a great tagging system to support it. If you don’t like something... you block the tag! Bam, that simple. You shouldn’t see anymore.

For those of you who went to Pillowfort, and were displeased with the sudden rule change & bans regarding some content, Fanexus should have no such issue. They’re hosting in Denmark, where the country’s sex specialists determined that underaged content of fictional characters did not have a negative impact on actual children.

Useful Tagging System

idk about you, but I hate looking under the 10 different names for the same ship. Every other new artist seems to have another name for their fav pairing. Fanexus has a tagging system that support synonyms-- meaning “#XemSai”, “#Xemnas x Saix”, “#Xemnas/Saïx”, etc. will all show up under the same “#XemSai” search.

Its tagging is also hierarchical-- so if someone tags something with just “#XemSai”, it’ll show up under show up #Xemnas, #Saix, and #Kingdom Hearts. While this may come off as a bit scary at first (there’s such a “don’t put X in the main tag!” concern on tumblr), it normalizes letting your art/fics to be actually, like... seen. And if someone doesn’t like it #XemSai, they can just block the tag. This greatly decreases the chance of shy people with rarepairs just being lost to the abyss, never seen again. As someone who’s in some small fandoms, “forcing” everything to go into the series tag is a great feature to me.

It also lets people completely block series-- block the #Kingdom Hearts tag if you don’t want to see Melody of Memory spoilers. As long as they’ve tagged their posts with anything regarding the series, it’ll get caught up in that block filter, so you can safely play the game and still browse your feed.

Aliases (3 Accounts in 1)

With one account, you have three different “Alias” blogs. These generally function like completely different blogs (none of that sideblog shit); with their own posts, their own followers, their own following, and their own memberships to communities. You can switch between them with an easy click, instead of having to open a whole new browser or logout/login like on tumblr.

My plan is to have a SFW alias, a NSFW alias, and a RP alias. I can enjoy my SFW alias at work and on the go, as well as post some OCs to it; I can switch to my NSFW alias if I want to see some juicy smut on a lazy weekend; and to my RP alias to catch up on what’s been going on and write some replies.

Miscellaneous

Communities: You ever think about making a blog exclusively for one character, but go “ugh sideblogs suck and I don’t want to do this by myself”? Well, Communities allow everyone who joins to share content to it, easily gathering art/fics from your favorite character or series in one place. It’s a great way to find people with similar interests, follow some new artists, etc. Roleplay-wise, theoretically great for “Worlds”; tossing an opener into the themed world and getting some replies.

Funding: They’re currently planning on no ads, and funding via premium features, such as buying extra aliases. There’ll be a Kickstarter later for server cost and additional features.

People/Fans: I’ve been on their discord for a few weeks, and holy shit, these are my people. I’ve never felt so comfortable just like... chatting about my interests with people. I’m not the #1 sinner in the server at all times, like I am everywhere else. Discussions I’ve normally seen blow up into huge raging disagreements kinda just simmer to slightly irritable but still civil conversations. It’s kinda bizarre to witness, like... mature people talking to mature people.

Minors: Minors will not be able to see posts marked as 18+, full stop. You can also mark your entire blog as 18+, but you’re not required to. Minors who lie about their age will have their accounts banned.

Interested?: Their beta is going to be starting sometime late this month. You can find more details on their tumblr blog ( https://fanexus-dot-net.tumblr.com/ ) or their twitter ( https://twitter.com/fanexus ). You can sign up for their forum/discord/beta over here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1-Ll_vb1bukbnxHpaQcuxUikUu1NtqDk3-AsD4gZkjiY/viewform?edit_requested=true

#fanexus #hashtag not sponsored #I just really like what I see #fanexus-dot-net

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sometimesrosy · 4 years

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what now? idk

TBH, I don’t really know what to do with this blog now that The 100 is over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s over, but I feel like just posting kitties and cool photo posts isn’t a good use of this spot.

I really liked answering asks about the show and other stuff, and I kind of miss that, but not having the community makes it harder... even though I was unhappy with fandom for the last couple of years.

What should I put on this blog? What would you guys like to see, if there’s still anyone out there?

Let me tell you a bit of what I’m doing outside of tumblr or fandom or scifi.

Professionally, I’m ghostwriting contemporary romances. I’ve written about about 18 so far, in a couple of years. It’s hard work, it doesn’t pay real well. I can’t really suggest to other people, but it just manages to keep my head above water and I get to stay home and take care of myself and homeschool and write and be creative.

Reading wise, I’m leaning hard into the historical romances, and have been ever since I started ghostwriting. IDK why. I read one and write the other.

Writing wise, I am not getting very far on my science fiction books that I’m writing, nor am I getting far on querying for an agent for my finished novels. I’ve got Moonshine, which is based on a bellarke fic I wrote quite a few years ago, and then they’re Girl Of Freaks, which is a contemporary fantasy inspired by how annoyed twilight made me. Like. That’s not what vampires would be. Ugh. Whatever. That’s two finished novels I have that are ready for publication and me, having problems with querying and publication and staying on task. (sometimes I wonder if I too am ADHD after researching for my son’s ADHD. I have been doing a little poetry, too, although that kind of slowed down in the pandemic. It seems to be picking up now that we have a decent not terrifying president. I think I was too anxious to get my thoughts together to write poetry, which was disappointing because I was really getting into poetry.

I am ALSO homeschooling my two teens. One of whom is on the autism spectrum and has ADHD, etc, and one of whom wants to raise chickens. They’re 14 and 15. He’s older. We’re reading greek mythology write now and writing essays. He writes about philosophy and psychology, and she writes persuasive essays about how we should have Disney+ and have chickens.

That goes along with the gardening we’re doing. It’s a school project, but we’re also gardening for fun and health. so. We’re trying blueberries and green beans and spinach and herbs and tomatoes and ginger.

Then I’m getting back into art, too. I took on a challenge on instagram to do 100 days of creativity. I don’t really know WHAT I’m going to do, but it’s essentially 100 days of art journaling as I rediscover what the hell I have to say as an artist. I’ve been doing so much writing that is where my energy goes.

I am also working on an e-course about Writer’s Block. It’s specifically for writers, because I’ll be showing some writing hints, but a lot of it goes for general creativity. My main thesis is that writer’s block shouldn’t terrify us, but really if we pay attention and listen to what’s stopping us, we can actually learn about our own writing process and become better and happier writers. It’s turned out to be MUCH larger than I thought, a whole book, I suppose, rather than one e course, so I’ve broken it down into four courses, and I’m doing the first one on Overwhelm, which is self explanatory. The other three are; Fear (the internal demons that stop you,) The Narrative Itself (because your subconscious knows there’s a problem with the story itself,) and Not A Block, But a Fallow Period (in which you listen to yourself and DON’T write for a while.)

I suppose I’m also doing the health thing. I have hashimotos, which is basically why I was so sick for most of my time here and could barely get out of bed. Because of that, I’m eating gluten free and mostly natural, although ice cream and dark chocolate doesn’t seem to do any harm to me. So that means I’m also doing a lot of cooking, because processed food always seems to make me sick. Fun. On top of that I’m doing some easy going Yin yoga, or restorative IDK exactly what kind it is, but it’s mainly to manage pain and stay flexible after writing all day in a chair.

So why post this?

Because I guess I want to know if I should be posting stuff from my real life? Before, almost everything I posted was a response to an ask that someone sent me, so my entire blog was reader driven. Now I don’t really have that anymore, so it’s hard to know what anyone wants to hear, especially since I’m not doing that deep dive analysis into fandom or really any content. Any analysis I do is going to be impressions, or initial thoughts, not a dissertation like before. (It’s healthier for me that way.)

So the question is, what do y’all want to hear about? Posts on homeschooling? Why? Most of you aren’t doing that? Do you want to talk to me about the historical romance books I’m reading? I could do that, but they can blur together, especially at the speed I read them. And because I reread the ones I really like a lot. I can’t really tell you about the books I’m ghostwriting since I signed a contract not to blab. They’re fun, I think. But you know.

I could post my art work, idk. Not all of it is good. A lot of it is just about discovery. I could post poetry. I still haven’t figured out how to format poetry on this weird website. IDK maybe screenshots. I could post what’s happening in the garden. I could write about my ecourse and about writer’s block. Which I don’t have, obviously, since I am writing 3k words a day ghostwriting-- except I DO have it, every day. But I’ve managed coping strategies to work with it. I’m actually using it to deal with my struggles doing the e course. Listen this is how I get words on the page.

I mean I post a lot of this stuff already on instagram instagram https://www.instagram.com/rowenamurillo/ and on twitter https://twitter.com/rosymamacita1 I’m mostly doing writer twitter, some romancelandia, some politics and feminism a touch of tv and movies.

#wow that's a lot of words about me #did you know i don't really like to write about me? anyway #what is tumblr without fandom anyway?

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years

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alright here’s ma thoughts on that flick I mentioned

we hatewatched a*my of the dead because we were CONVINCED “zombies in las vegas” would be an impossible concept to screw up, but in so assuming we obviously invoked a holy wager with the universe and got reminded, once again, that hoping for improvement from someone who’s dependably put out bad art is never a wise choice 😐

but we were honestly kinda roped in by the marketing??? and expected a goofy fast-paced flick with the odd traditional undead metaphor thrown in, framing some sort of relationship drama maybe or hell even nothing at all! we’d have taken pure indulgent storytelling, idk italian job with zombies in las vegas, I don’t know fucking anything but??? whatever this was???? spoilers below for it is time for One Of My Rants

I mean the main reason I really want to write all this and complain. this film here probably has the most unappealing cinematography I have ever experienced in my life and that is saying something. who the fuck signed off on that CONSTANT shallow-ass depth of field that imprisons your eyeline and turns every shot into bokeh paste???? and I mean every shot almost!!!! I promise if you think I am overreacting just throw a dart at the seek bar and watch twenty seconds from wherever it lands. it is horrifying to look at. at least it gave my girlfriend a good visual shorthand for what it’s like when I lose my glasses

why was sean spicer in this movie. did they pay him to be here. was sean spicer paid hollywood money for his scene in this film because fuck everyone who was involved in that decision

the legitimately baffling hints at the extraterrestrial origins of the infection that went absolutely nowhere and had no dramatic or plot-level bearing. we love to see the franchise sprouts fellas

yet another big budget waste of everything hiroyuki sanada has to offer. and bautista too I guess? I like him but man was this an odd career move

what was the crux of his conflict/resolution with his daughter btw. I understand it was rooted in miscommunication over their forms of grief irt mom but uhh… it was all rather clunky and didn’t land for me. I tried I really tried to buy in but something was wrong fundamentally with the groundwork there, it did not click and their catharsis felt unearned. I know there’s massive amounts of tragic baggage being projected there from the author so I’m not slapping any judgment down really;

but again it would be an easy thing to wave off if they just had a vibrant cast of lovable simpletons with good chemistry and the kinetic sense of plotting the trailers promised (and this premise never discounts good drama, either). but instead it was just two and a half (!) hours of meandering into situations the filmmaking instincts had no idea how to flow in and out of

to wit. I know talking about “bad pacing” is associated with armchair bullshit but consider the example of the scene were dieter does an out of nowhere little dance after childishly screaming but then still-killing a zombie, with the film framing this as a micro character triumph, and not a second later the bg soundtrack instantly fades into an orchestral score dramatizing a nearby mcguffin reveal, completely 180 degreeing the tone without a semblance of deft insert shot stitching or even I dont know a fucking jump cut maybe. now imagine this whiplash for 2.5 hrs uninterrupted

I will keep complaining about the length yeah because this was not a story requiring this much real estate to be told. Uhh in my humble and personal opinion, of course

[man sees zombie tiger] “this is crossing the line!” you can in fact write dialogue that is not utter nonsense that falls apart once you drill down its single fickle layer of referential meta winking. what line are you talking about. you have rules in this insane situation you’re in? total nitpick moment I know but it got burned in my brain for some reason. like a microcosm of the mismanaged dramatic instincts paired with weird writing that dots this movie. I am sure the director calls this either satire or genre deconstruction. I am SO sure

tumblr domino meme that goes from “dude getting sucked off while driving” to “entire las vegas literally nuked”

tig notaro is always great to see but once you know she’s been filmed as a separate greenscreen plate months after photography wrapped - cause she had to apparently replace some abusive asshole but that’s a whole other pig not worth fucking - it becomes impossible to unsee her odd detachment from everyone else in the movie lmao. it doesn’t really “ruin” anything on its lonesome but it is hard to unsee

why. was. sean. spicer. in. this. movie

a very simple key ingredient missing from fully turning lip service sympathy for main uruk hai dude into actual empathy that would generate meaningful conflict with hero family would be to spend a bit more time articulating what he internally wanted the most. because he was obviously trying to do something here with pointed agenda. a family, to have kids, build a caste system, save his wife’s head, return to his planet??? all of these could represent the bigger context in his psychology that spurred his vengeance but none of them are dramatically emphasized long enough for you to cheer him on. I’m not asking too much I promise. Articulating interiority of a mute character is pretty doable with deft cinema language, just gotta linger and hold a shot here and there for a few seconds, frame as his POV, donezo. I know this is also one of those like. “who cares” moments but the movie does, very evidently so, in making this guy an actual character. you can kinda piece it together and create a framework of sympathy for him, sure, but then again he ultimately becomes a foil to be killed and not defeated, so. Ehh whatever

quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was n

the rooftop helicopter fakout at the end was such an ass-backwards, manufactured moment of what could be a simple setup/payoff it just pissed me off??? you gain nothing by giving sad dad five seconds of pointless crisis that flips right back to previous status quo ANYWAY, except for a weaksauce waste of runtime, which could be used instead to get inside notaro’s head and actually SHOW the remorse form as she took off, literally maybe even a frown playing on her face as she’s headed for safety right before we cut back to drax and the kid. just a simple-ass, minimal, momentary setup for what is the most basic filmmaking trick of creating macro catharsis moments. Just???? g o d if you can’t even land that shit why are you even doing any of this

that lil run final pam did was very very charming and super choreographed in a way that was the tiiiniest bit overdone

the whole intro with the simul-backstories and posing with family photos was just… oddly motivated. what was the goal? “here’s what we’re fighting for” vignettes? why? it’s not a functional setup in that vein. what was all that

also I am sorry if this is insensitive but the reasons most characters end up articulating to justify going back into the hell that destroyed their lives makes them sound seriously insane

I dont like complaining about CGI (honestly) but so much of it in modern movies can achieve higher fidelity if the animation is simply subdued. Do not overengineer and over-apply 2D cell methodologies and kinematics to each tiny twitch and movement in a hyper 3D model and I promise you. it will look a thousand times more natural. look at thanos in those last two movies. your rendering and detail are absolutely perfect with the tiger you just have to let stuff sit instead of constantly simulating swaying hair strands and firing off all facial muscles at once. great moment at one point where makeup zombie horse and CG zombie tiger are both in one shot together and just by unnecessary amounts of movement alone you can tell who doesn’t belong. again; detail, rendering, compositing, lighting, all picture-perfect; but y’all just gotta let the animation breathe sometimes, and chill it out

plot holes don’t really matter to me but it was kinda funny how lilly decided not to mention the enormous wrinkle in intel pertaining to an actual territorial tribe of intelligent zombies that require human offerings to let you pass, just so that reveal could play out in real time through the joyous punishment of the cartoonishly misogynistic dude

total chad move for mister uruk hai and final pam to rule from a rusted swimming pool complex

the ending with vanderohe oh my god. with the. cash stacks at the airport register. and specifically them working in his favor. that is literally something you do to get arrested under suspicion of theft. it was almost played for laughs and I respect that. coulda been goofier. make these movies goofy ya dorks

anyway, weird, weird movie. bad marketing. message unclear (something something sins of the father???), baffling editing instincts, literal worst-looking cinematography I ever laid eyes upon. Confidently dying on that last hill

#text #long post #aotd spoilers #aotd critical

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impossible-rat-babies · 4 years

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i got tagged by @heartbrreak for this meme and im sure others have tagged me in this as well but you know :/

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better (i refuse to tag 20 ppl tho)

im gonna tag: @wayhavn, @trvelyans, @theodoresart, @lvllns, @rosykims, @rosebarsoap, @ava-du-mortain, @specialistagent-morgan, @vvakarians, @bitchesofostwick, @cullenvhenan, @dickeybbqpit and whomever else!

name/nickname: owen! my mum called me “bug” when i was younger and my friend calls me “owe-y” on occasion

gender: none pizza w left beef

star sign: gemini! (moon in aries and rising in virgo)

height: 5′2″ on a good day

time: 6:46pm!

birthday: june 10th

favorite bands: bastille, radical face & mother mother

favorite solo artist: oh mitski, dodie, & watsky

song stuck in my head: admit defeat -- bastille

last movie: lord of the rings: two towers! it’s extended edition or bust

last show: the crown! i watched it with my partner ages ago

when did you create this blog: record says like. 2013 yikes

what do I post: CLOWNERY jk it’s mostly oc art and writing with a splash of fan content and appreciating friends. cultivating the experience yo

last thing googled: true grit procreate. i was recommending a brush to someone on fb

do I get asks: yea and i appreciate em

why I chose my url: bc it’s just. fun? i like the way it sounds mostly. my description is a quote from fifth element though. i had reasons for my urls in the past but they’re gone by now lol

following: lol 378? i need to unfollow unactives tho

followers: 1,051 Yikes y’all need 2 leave

average hours of sleep: like. 8-9 ig

lucky number: i dunno. when i was younger i was edgy and said 13. but i like multiples of 5. it soothes the ocd

instruments: i used to know how to play the clarinet and tried to learn the guitar

what am I wearing: some uhhh army green joggers and a sweater my mom crocheted and gave me bc it was too big for her

dream job: a professional artist? idk i had the dream once to graduate and open my own printmaking shop. i still wanna work at one though, even if i don’t open my own

dream trip: i wanna go back to paris and visit the louvre, but honestly it smells like piss so *shrug* i do wanna go new zealand and i know it’s terrible, but i would like. sob/foam out the mouth if i got to do some lotr tour stuff

last book I read: i don’t read much that isn’t IF anymore and the last one i read was like. the mindblind update? idk it could’ve been the retri alpha or the shoh alpha

favorite food: coucous! or mashed potatoes. sensory processing disorder makes enjoying “complicated” foods hard. like i had a burger for dinner and only ate half of it bc it’s a “complicated” food

nationality: the clown country--america

favorite song: oh uhhhhh i don’t have one favorite, but like. quarter past midnight by bastille and baptisms by radical face rank up there (funny how they’re both like. otp songs rip. quarter past midnight for pollux and ortega and baptisms for jericho and ulysses)

top three fictional universes: oh fuck hmmm lord of the rings, legend of zelda, and dragon age (derogatory)

#thank you for the tag noor #im listening to baptisms again and genuinely it FUCKS #also ship in port is another jericho and ulysses jam #and occasionally nearer my god to thee w a violin #owen talks #now im gonna go like. lay down and think bout jericho and ulysses excuse me

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authenticcadence18 · 4 years

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30 Questions About Me

THANKS FOR THE TAG @bugaboo-n-bananoir ILY!!!!

(Nick)name: Cadence

gender: cis female

Star sign: Pisces

Height: uhhhhh I am not sure, it’s taller than 5ft at least

Time: night! (Well I wrote most of this last night, but now it’s the evening of the next day!)

Birthday: well I’m a Pisces, so my birthday is between Feb 19th and march 20th!

Fave band/group: Pentatonix! Or For King and Country. Or the piano guys, the vitamin string quartet, Voctave.....also Phineas and the Ferbtones👌

Fave solo artists: I really like Lauren Daigle, and Jackie Evancho used to be my FAVE. Aaand idk if this counts but Michael Giacchino! love his scores, especially the score for Inside Out. There’s also this guy called Clay Kramer on YouTube who makes KK Slider covers of popular music, his stuff gives me so much seratonin😅

Song Stuck in my Head: Well I’m listening to music rn and “I’m Me” from Phineas and Ferb is on so I’ll say that! (I’ll revisit this one when I finish the list and update it with whatever song i’m listening to/is stuck in my head then) (ok the music has since been turned off and now I have “Status Quo” from High School Musical stuck in my head so! There ya go!) (now it is the next day, and I’ve got “when the party’s over” stuck in my head...i think these three songs are an accurate reflection of my taste in music🤣)

Last Movie: uhhhhh oh yeah, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice! It was SO GREAT because Jay Baruchel plays the main character (and the main character is super awkward), so I felt like I was watching Hiccup from the How To Train Your Dragon franchise learn magic and it was GLORIOUS. And also Nicholas Cage is great. And I liked the love interest in the movie as well!! She had a role to play in the story and felt authentic and genuine, which I appreciated!

Last Show: ok well the last show I watched by myself was Phineas and Ferb! Specifically, the episode with the Mardi Gras block party and then the one where Candace and Stacy compete in an obstacle course against Isabella and Ginger (omg wAIT ginger and Stacy are sisters and Isabella and Candace are GOING to be sisters mY HEART I—AH🥺). I hadn’t watched those episodes in forever, so they were really fun to revisit! I think the last actual show I watched was Kids Baking Championship or something, lol. (Those kids are AMAZING. So skilled!)

When i created this blog: November 2019! It was riiiight after the season 3 finale of miraculous aired and absolutely wrecked my emotions. I had some fanfic written that I’d never posted and had been thinking about making a tumblr/ao3 for awhile, and seeing the finale made me finally go, “.....you know what, yeah. The finale is aired, no more spoilers.....it’s time to make a blog.” So I did! And I posted my first fic! And I’m so happy i did :)

What Do I Post: a bunch of multi fandom stuff XD. This blog started off as 90% Miraculous, 10% other fandoms I like...but now it’s just kind of a hodgepoge of my favorite fandoms (with a focus on Phineas and Ferb, lol). I reblog a lot of posts, and then I post original stuff too! I write fanfic, nowadays for Phineas and Ferb but for Miraculous in the past (and probably in the future!), I draw art (mostly Phinabella art because I’ve been drawing them since i was 11 and it feels good to return to my roots), and OCCASIONALLY I will write an analysis post (I’ve got one in the works rn actually 👀), attempt to make a meme, or dip my toe into salt just SLIGHTLY before quickly backing away, lol. If I were to list the fandoms I post about in the order of how frequently I post about them, I’d probably say: Phineas and Ferb, Miraculous....and thennnnn everything else is pretty random and depends on the day, lol.

Last thing i googled: Jay Baruchel 😂. Couldn’t remember how to spell his last name!

Other blogs: this is my only blog! Sometimes I think about making a separate blog for my art and writing, but I am not sure if I should or not....maybe I will someday, but idk. I also have an AO3 for fanfic and an Instagram for art! All are under the name “authenticcadence18.”

Do I get asks: sometimes, yeah!! Sometimes I reblog ask games/prompts and get some asks for those (I’ve got so many prompts in my inbox I want to write/draw things for...ah it’s fine, I’ll get to it eventually😅), and sometimes lovely people will leave thoughts or nice messages in my inbox🥺💕. I’ve got a specific tag for all those nice messages so I can read back over them whenever I need a boost!

Why this url: it’s a music pun! When a song/section of a piece of music ends with a dominant chord resolving to a tonic chord (if you’ve read a certain fic of mine you should know allll about dominant and tonic chords👀🤣), it’s called an authentic cadence! There are different kinds of cadences, and authentic ones are my favorite. One example of this is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” I also use this blog to be my authentic, fandom-loving self! So I like authentic cadences, and also, I’m Cadence and using this blog to be authentic! Woo! (And 18 is just my favorite number, lol) I’m glad I ended up choosing a name that doesn’t tie to a specific fandom becaaaaaause this ended up being a multi fandom blog!

Following: 232!!

Followers: 292!!! (THANKS SO MUCH Y’ALL ILY 💕)

Average amount of sleep: wellllll for the past week and a half I was sick so I was probably getting 9ish hours a night (because I would sleep in really late, lol). but NOW? In my immediate future? I suspect my average amount of sleep is going to go down because I’m really bad about staying up late even when I have to get up early😅. Hoping to be good about getting at least 7ish hours a night!

Lucky number: 18! But y’all probably already guessed that, lol.

Instruments: my voice, piano, ukulele, viola (but it’s been a HOT minute), aaaand i used to be able to play guitar but then I got a ukulele and forgot all the guitar chords. (I also dabble in songwriting! I primarily use voice and piano when writing music.)

What I’m wearing: my favorite sweatshirt (that was last night, rn I have on a tanktop), some leggings, and socks!

Dream job: I’m currently learning to be a teacher, and I LOVE teaching and working with kids so that is definitely a job I’m really excited about!!! I would also love to portray characters at Disney or something (well, maybe not at Disney because I hear they’re strict, but like....I want to be Rapunzel or Anna or something, that would be so fun). OR, I would LOVE to work in tv animation somehow, be it voice acting, writing scripts/music, and/or story boarding. basically if I could do what Dan and Swampy did for Phineas and Ferb/Milo Murphy’s Law, I would LOVE THAT. (Especially the writing music part. Getting to write music for established characters and get PAID for it would be SO COOL.!.!.!) Also I think it would be so fun to write Disney storybooks! Like, those books that are about Cinderella baking a cake or Ariel befriending a seahorse, stuff like that. Those brought me a ton of joy as a child!

Dream trip: I want to visit alllll the Disney parks someday😅. (Not right now because, ya know, Covid...but someday!)

Fave food: uhhh i really like pizza. And popcorn. Also hummus and guacamole!

nationality: American

Fave songs: “Times” by Tenth Avenue North; “Can’t Help Falling in Love” (I made an entire playlist of just this song when I first started writing my fic of the same name, so I like the original and a ton of covers of it!), “Show Yourself” from Frozen II, “What Might Have Been” from Phineas and Ferb (and lots of other songs from that show, i made a whole post about that once but I can’t find it, oof); “Rescue” by Lauren Daigle; “Thank You” by Pentatonix; “I See the Light” from Tangled; “Your Hands” by JJ Heller; “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.....i like a loooot of songs so this is just the tip of the iceberg, but I think that’s good for now, LOL! (As soon as I post this I’m going to remember another song I love, lol)

last book: I got the book Unbirthday for Christmas! It’s basically Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, but if she’d never gone to wonderland and things went horribly wrong there. (I think, I’m not that far into it yet, lol)

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: 1. DANVILLE, PLS. Especially as a kid, I SO would’ve loved to hang out with Isabella and Phineas and the rest of the gang! Danville is so vibrant and unique and people are always randomly breaking into song there, that’s my kind of place! 2. Fairytopia (from the Barbie movies!) because I could be a fairy OR a mermaid OR BOTH and eat seeweed to breathe underwater even if I wasn’t a mermaid. Like, that’s the dream right there. (I’ve always loved mermaids and fairies, lol!) 3. Maybe San Fransokyo from Big Hero 6? All of the technology in that universe is really cool! And I would love to eat a noodle burger, lol .

Oh! That’s the last one! Wow! This was so FUN!!!!!!! Thanks again for the tag, Maddy!!!! :)

I’ll taaaag @sketchy-panda @macaronsforchat @simplynewyorkbound @inkjackets and anyone else who’d like to do this! (And pls don’t feel pressured to play at all, or answer all of the questions! I was definitely vague with a few of my answers, lol)

#long post #cadence rambles #tag game #this was so funnnnn!#i also got your other tag maddy🥺#going to get to that post soon!

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tiesthatbind1899 · 4 years

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30 Questions

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Was tagged by both the amazing @shallow-gravy and @galadrieljones <3 thank y’all so much! 💕💕💕

name/nickname: Lila

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5′9″

birthday: March 28th

time: nearly 4 AM - big yikes

favorite bands: Gorillaz, The Everly Brothers, The Platters, Pink Floyd, The Black Keys, any sixties or seventies era rock band, Glass Animals, Alt-J, Mazzy Star, The Ink Spots, Cherry Glazerr, The Doors, so so many others that I’m getting overwhelmed thinking about it

favorite solo artists: Lana Del Rey, Valerie June, Elvis, Elton John, again too many others to list

song stuck in my head: The Hello My Baby, Hello My Honey song that frog with the top hat sings. Hahah help 🙃

last movie: Revenge of the Sith - Christmas is Star Wars time

last show: The Haunting of Hill House. I just watched it twice in a row bc i’m obsessed and also scared

when did i create this blog: 2019? I think

what do i post: writing stuffs, cool art other super talented ppl have made, gifs of my current fixations usually

last thing googled: what the name of the hello my baby hello my honey frog was - he doesn’t have a name, i guess :(

other blogs: i don’t have any others! well, I think I made one years ago but i don’t even remember the name of it

do i get asks: very occasionally but i love it when i do! they’re fun!

why i chose my url: um well tiesthatbind is my ao3 name. i wish i didn’t have to add the 1899 on the end, but tiesthatbind was taken. so 1899 is from red dead. idk where tiesthatbind came from. i just like that phrase.

following: i have no clue :/ i don’t look - but a lot probably

followers: again - i don’t know - but a few probably haha

average hours of sleep: 6 on weekdays and like 11 on weekends lmao

lucky number: as long as it’s an even number, it’s lucky for me. i hate odd numbers!!!!!

instruments: uhh dabbled in violin, flute, and piano. but can’t play anything well. i can play amazing grace on the piano and that’s about it.

what am i wearing: flannel pj bottoms and a tank top. gotta keep my body temp regulated. like my arms to be chilled and my legs to be warm - balanced, as all things should be

dream job: video game story writer?? is that a job title specifically? just a writer??? librarian?? it’s all over the place. i want a job i’m happy with and have free time with.

dream trip: out west in America. And Argentina. Anywhere in Europe, too. Anywhere, actually. My answer is anywhere. The bar is low.

favorite food: bar is low once again - anything. my favorite thing ever though is probably steak.

nationality: American

favorite song: i’m really loving “Daydream” by Wallace Collection which is like a super 60′s song that reminds me of creepy cults

last book read: last book read and finished? The Shining by Stephen King. last book that I just picked up and read a few pages? The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson - I’m in a spooky mood.

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: Jeez man all the fictional universes i love, i would definitely get killed in - like RDR2′s universe? I would die instantly. I guess... if we’re talking universes I could survive in that would be Animal Crossing bc you can’t die. Maybe Star Wars, but like a peaceful planet... or like Coruscant bc even though I probably couldn’t survive, it’s a cool planet. I like the noir aspects of the lower levels. And i’d like to live in Vampire: The Masquerade Bloodlines universe for like a few nights and then i’d be out there too.

It was so cool to read everyone else’s responses to these. I’m not gonna tag twenty people, but i encourage anyone who wants to do it, do it! and i’m specifically tagging @electriicfleur, @alwaysupatnight, @reddeaddufus, @bayek-of-sivva, @odddragon if y’all haven’t already done this!

#about me #it's late and you're getting my 3am unfiltered mind #sorry #i'm scared to go to bed #bc #hill house is scary

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wolfhertz · 4 years

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30 Questions Quiz!!!

I think this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, but I was tagged by @katninjagirl97 and it looks like fun. Why not?

Name: Jillian...or Jill...or really anything of that variation. Hell, I’ll even answer to “hey you”. Though online I mostly go by “Wolf” or “Wolfheart”.

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: Like...5′2, 5′3. I did not inherit the gift of height like my siblings did.

Time: 2:50 am

Birthday: September 18th

Favorite Bands: Gosh that’s a hard question to answer....Does Broadway count? Most of my music is from musicals, movies, video games, etc. not gonna lie. If not, The Crane Wives are a recent find of mine that I absolutely love. Same with Hidden Citizens (very good for that intense, cinematic music).

Favorite Solo Artists: Tommee Profitt (also that sort of intense, cinematic, movie trailer-esque music, though a bit more orchestral) also, Karliene (she sings a lot of folk music and things like that. Definitely recommend looking her stuff up on Youtube 10/10).

Song Stuck In My Head: “Running with the Wolves” by AURORA (specifically the version from Wolfwalkers, which I haven’t watched yet but REALLY want to) It’s been in my head since I found it a few weeks ago, I swear.

Last Movie: Hmmm...I mean...I’m watching Troy (2004) as I write this for my Greek History class. Not finished yet tho. It’s kinda meh, but it’s mandatory.

Last Show: Gosh I haven’t sat down and watched an actual TV show in so long....This is gonna sound nerdy as hell, but my family and I watch Jeopardy during dinner most nights. Does that count???

When Did I Create This Blog: Late 2019, if I’m not mistaken. December or November, I think.

What Do I Post: My own art (which I haven’t done in MONTHS...Art block mixed with school is a deadly combo), other peoples’ lovely art and writing, and pretty much anything I find interesting, important, or funny. I also kinda use it to archive stuff I like in general, like drawing refs and tips.

Last Thing I Googled: “How long did it take to send a letter from Europe to North America in the 1700s?”....I’m a history nerd, this shouldn’t be surprising. The thought just randomly struck me and I was curious. The answer is roughly 2-3 months, if you’re wondering.

Other Blogs: Nah, just this one.

Do I Get Asks: The odd time, but mostly only when I do prompts or art challenges.

Why I Chose This URL: Oh god....It’s the same as my DeviantART, and I created it when I was 11 or 12 during my Warriors phase. Don’t judge me. We all had one and some people still like it and there’s no shame in that. Though I have been thinking of changing it to something slightly different lately. Hmm....

Following: 124. They’re mostly other artists, fashion (both modern & historical), themed art blogs (tutorials, sci-fi, etc.), and just some funny ones (like...I follow one blog that specifically only posts funny medieval manuscript drawings of animals soooo....).

Followers: 283. I don’t know many of you guys, but I appreciate y’all very much!!!! ❤

Average Hours Of Sleep: Can be anywhere between 5 and 9. My sleep schedule is kinda a mess...

Lucky Number: 3 or 4

Instruments: I used to be able to play the flute, but I haven’t in years.

What I’m Wearing: A tank-top and jean shorts...Because you know, that’s a totally reasonable thing to wear in the middle of winter in Canada.

Dream Job: Hmm...Probably anything revolving around history or art. I’d love to teach history tbh, as a teacher or prof. idk yet. I used to want to be a Concept Artist, which is still definitely something I’d be open to!

Dream Trip: I’d love to do a tour of western Europe tbh. Like, England, Ireland, Scotland, etc. See all those old castles and everything. 😍

Favorite Food: Pretty much any seafood. Especially fish or shrimp. Love that stuff. Or any breakfast food really. I love that stuff.

Nationality: Canadian 🍁

Favorite Song: THAT’S EVEN HARDER TO ANSWER THAN THE FIRST MUSIC QUESTION....It changes depending on the day...If I had to say right now??? “Jenny of Oldstones” by Florence + the Machine (I haven’t watched Game of Thrones yet, but I really want to). It gives off good and sad vibes at the same time, idk how.

Last Book I Read: Hmm....I haven’t finished a book in a while, but I’ve been working my way through Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken by Oliver Bowden the past few months. Very good so far! But also very sad. Why do I always get attached to asshole characters with sad backstories that make me wanna cry???

Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Oooooh....Marvel is definitely one (get me some cool superpowers or magic, ya know?). Hmm....maybe something like Harry Potter (screw J.K Rowling tho, I just want magic powers). Aaaannd...maybe Skyrim? That could be cool!!! Ride around on dragons and shit, become badass warrior or mage, be a werewolf or vampire, so many options!!!

As for someone to tag....oof...Imma be honest I don’t know many people on this site. 😅 Maybe @bayheart if she’s feeling up to it since we’ve been chatting lately! No pressure though. 😄 And also anyone who would like to do it!

#ramblings #tagged challenges #but yeah this was fun!!!#feel free to do it if you guys like!!!

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homosociallyyours · 4 years

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@velvet-impala tagged me to answer this long set of questions, and bc I love this sort of thing I’m DOING IT! I’ll tag folks here just in case you don’t want to read thru this whole dang thing. But I wanna say: if you want to do this, PLEASE DO IT and tag me so I can see-- I *love* reading responses to stuff like this. But @la-paritalienne @disgruntledkittenface @and-id-marry-larry @calmrry @crinkle-eyed-boo @lightwoodsmagic -- y’all are tagged :)

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? black, but what matters most is how smoothly it writes.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? walkable neighborhood in a city. 3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? would love to learn how to hack into billionaire bank accounts without getting caught so i could redistribute their wealth to a variety of mutual aid funds. :) 4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? no, just milk! unless it’s really shitty/bitter coffee, and then i will take it with a couple sugars or sweetened creamer.

5. What was your favourite book as a child? probably the Anne of Green Gables books 6. Do you prefer baths or showers? showers! i wanna love a bath, but i get bored too fast and i never feel comfortable (where do i put my head? my feet? what do i do when my belly isn’t covered by the water and it gets cold?) so they’re meh.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? dryad! i wanna be a tree spirit!

8. Paper or electronic books? paper, i guess. but i do love reading fic electronically, so..

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? used to be my work hoodie. but now i would say this blue striped button down i have OR this one black dress i have with 3/4 sleeves that’s really soft and comfy.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? i always meant to start going by Dottie when I got older, but it hasn’t happened yet so it probably won’t by now? but i would never change my name generally speaking.

more after the cut!

11. Who is a mentor to you? i had a co-worker who was really a mentor for me since i got into being a cheesemonger in 2008. he’s been in the industry for a long time and basically recruited me to the job i have/had here. but when i got sick he basically dropped me/hasn’t spoken to me in a long time. let me tell you: it fucking sucks. bc a mentor is a cross between a friend and a colleague and a relative; we jokingly called him my lesbian uncle. and so losing him from my life so completely over something like this is deeply shitty.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? not now, but before i was sick i would’ve said yes. BUT only bc i think i would be a great Saturday Night Live host (not a cast member! just a one time host with a monologue/skits). So whatever level of fame i needed to get that..

13. Are you a restless sleeper? I have really bad insomnia that means i take at least an hour to fall asleep most nights. Once I’m out, I usually sleep ok, but i do have intense dreams/nightmares that wake me up sometimes.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? yeah :/

15. Which element best represents you? earth: the wet dirt and leaves in a forest after rain in particular

16. Who do you want to be closer to? emotionally i’m pretty good i think. physically i wish i could be closer to friends and family in NYC, Seattle area, TN/Atlanta, and Germany

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? the people referenced above. also missing my Grandmomma a lot lately and my mom.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. art lessons with my grandmomma. her set of pastels that were all worn down and the heavy paper (black) that she pulled out to work on. she drew a quick portrait of a man, showing me how to create depth in skin tones with blue and green against the softer flesh tones. she didn’t blend it out, the marks all painterly and strong-- her style. i was 10, maybe? 12? so not *early* but it feels like forever ago.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? i have no idea? i’ve eaten a lot of weirdish cheeses. i’ve had geoduck?

20. What are you most thankful for? the amazing friends i’ve gathered into my life along the way, my dad, and my baby dog.

21. Do you like spicy food? yes, within reason (i don’t get stuff that’s spicy just for the heck of it, like ghost pepper chips or whatever? but when spice is integrated in with other flavors i love it)

22. Have you ever met someone famous? i used to make up stories about meeting famous people that were based on partial truths. i’ve hung out with or met a lot of gay famous people. but the biggest person who comes to mind is Sandra Bernhard. I sold her cheese. 23. Do you do you keep a diary or journal? i have over the years. now i sometimes write things down in a paper journal, but mostly go to a really old blogging site where i basically put all my big feelings down in a public but sorta private spot.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? depends on my mood.

25. What is your star sign? taurus sun and moon, gemini rising

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? in between...not HARD crunchy, but not soft soggy.

27. What would you want your legacy to be? would like people to remember that i loved them well and made them feel good/happy when i was around them. and hopefully that it made them feel like being good to others too.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? i do, but i’m mostly reading fic these days. i think the thing i read last was Pink Like the Paradise Found, which was FANTASTIC!

29. How do you show someone you love them? i tell them, shower them with physical affection, and do little things for them. also try to remember small details about what they enjoy and then do stuff to make them feel good when they’re down

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? yes, but not too much

31. What are you afraid of? sometimes being along but only when it’s very dark out and i’m in the sads. honestly-- this is some deep internalized ableism but here it is --i’m very afraid of never getting better and not being able to take care of myself or anyone else.

32. What is your favourite scent? jasmine flowers, pu-er tea, the specific scents of people i love

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? however they’re introduced i guess. maybe because i’m an older person lol

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? i would live in the apartment i had alone (with a guest room). i would hire someone from my community to come help me out sometimes. i would get a weekly grocery delivery from the good quality place. i would have a dog walker. and i would fly home to see my family more than once a year and fly my family out for a visit sometimes. so like. probably the way a lot of ppl live? idk.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? ocean

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? get dinner at the thai restaurant down the street a couple times.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? yes, lots!

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? i’m not having kids BUT for the kids in my life, i try to teach them/model the importance of consent and respect for their own bodies as well as other people’s. and i know it said one thing, but alongside that is that i respect and love them for who they are, and that’s something they get to decide.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? i want a lot of tattoos, but if i could get one tomorrow it would be a cheese themed tattoo with a variety of cheese knives (parm tools, dutch style knife) and a small cheese assortment. or a portrait of my dog

40. What can you hear now? this kinda dumb netflix show that i decided to binge today even tho it’s only kinda meh and my dog snoring just a little.

41. Where do you feel the safest? when i’m surrounded by friends.

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? my stupid money issues prolly

43. Of you could travel back to any era, what would it be? wanna go back to 1977 and live in the girl direction AU i wrote last year, lol.

44. What is your most used emoji? laugh crying emoji or sobbing maybe

45. Describe yourself using one word. colorful

46. What do you regret the most? not sure if this is a thing but i regret not realizing when i got bitten by a tick/got lyme disease the first time, bc maybe i could’ve just taken antibiotics and killed it, and then maybe i wouldn’t be sick?

47. Last movie you saw? watched the new charlie’s angels the other night

48. Last tv show you watched? this dumb show is called sweet magnolias, and it’s. honestly not terrible! it’s just not my style of show. OH WAIT i take it back, they left it on a really shitty cliffhanger without warning, and that is the one way to make me drop your show/fic HARD unless i like. genuinely love you. so byeeee dumb show, hope you get cancelled

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. saungry: sadness brought on by being hungry, like hangry except oops you’re crying now! example: “fuck i knew i should’ve eaten before calling my best friend, now i miss them and i’m too saungry to figure out what to eat! Guess I’ll have tears for dinner” (almost called it sungry, but the internet thinks that might just mean ‘so hungry’)

did you make it to the end? WOW! devotion. thank you.

#about me #long post #text post #livejournal throwback

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