#thats the easiest way to explain

[swallowtail-ageha]

Hexed lady maria kin onion which includes utena tenjou eve moonlit aiko tanaka lucrecia crescent corrado silla and the kid from blood meridian

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

hey i just wanted to ask you about something bc i don’t really understand it, why do you think charlie and sneeg would hate ranboo after what happened? i’ve like never seen that interpretation or whatever of their characters and i’m curious as to where you drew it from

idk i just think itd be interesting. yknow showfall raised them and everything and they have a fucked up relationship with them but they still need someone to blame. the only person theyve got just happens to be the guy that killed them over and over again

[wolfcamellias]

I am new to your tumblr. Is your Wukong transgender? Was he born male and represents as female? or vice versa? Sorry I just want to know what is right to think.

He’s genderfluid and sexless

So he alternates between he/she/they and shapeshifts to whatever he feels like being that day.

[majorshatterandhare]

I started a piece of art today which is based on some plant species* that I think would be good to colonize Tim in @gunpowder-tim’s headcanon of the Persephone Tim headcanon; so it’s art based on a headcanon of a headcanon of a headcanon 😅 [sweat simle emoji].

It’s gonna take a long time I think, but I am planning on posting it here even though it’s just gonna be plants and no Tim (because I am much better at drawing these little doodle plants than drawing people).

*so the art is basically of real species we have on Earth, but I maintain that they wouldn’t have the same plants on the City, so in my brain his plants are just similar to these ones.

[springatito-moved]

rlly c!karlnap is like the highschool sweethearts who promised to be in love forever but never prepared themselves for how different relationships were outside of school years.

[angelsaxis]

learned about gender valence today lads

[flowers-that-sing]

how come when a cis guy dresses fem ppl will still recognize him as a guy but when i, a trans guy, dress fem, ppl go "ah so youre NOT trans" or think it means i am "actually" a girl.

no. i am just a femboy. that is all.

[sandymybeloved]

learning about a kind of number called nimbers, they have this special value ☽, which is called loony, whoever originated this must have had so much fun

[royaletiquette]

16. ❛ take it off slowly. ❜ ( shyly for Hibi and Marlo BUT only if you ever feel doing it)

Hear my Lord, smut! | @distopea

Hibiko had just finished removing the accessories to her outfit: earrings, rings, pins and knots in her hair, heels. Glancing out the corner of her eye at her company, the comment caused a gentle laugh. "It would be a challenge if you said otherwise." Hibiko half joked, knowing that undressing after such an occasion was a process in itself. With nights such as this, at a party with other royalty, not just other vaguely upperclass and important people of the kingdom, there was layer upon layer it felt of clothing and structure garments. Hence why her dismissal of the couple of maids prepared to help her undress was rarely accepted.

First was to untie the tightened sleeves around her wrists, necessary to keep the frills of her underdress from shifting up at any point. Then Hibiko undid the couple of fasteners that kept her overdress and skirt in place before finally being able go reach back and start undoing the buttons.

With that, she chatted about the night: the small annoyances and gossip from other princesses, the gowns she gushed over and suits the princess fawned about. Undoing the buttons she could, Hibiko turned to request for Marlo to do the rest. Little point in stretching if there was the help to be offered. It was removed from the bottom-up, slipping her arms out and lifting the gown over her head to be placed to the side. The overskirt was undone and removed the same, ducking under as it went over her head.

The more that came off, the less she spoke. There were more pauses between sentences, some um's and a couple trips and stumbles over her words. It felt natural to talk during undressing, though what to say and chat about, was not. Hibiko should be saying something else, right, not how her evening was and whining about boring conversations. She should be saying about like, how the clothes feel on her skin or - something? There was no fuss out of the other party, but it remained as an outlier. One she seemed to continue on with out of comfort.

Her petticoat was easily loosened, holding out a hand to take Marlo's as it fell to the ground, stepping out from it. Last seemed to be her underdress, a base garment for any outfit, but she still wore a key element for structure to the costume - her stays - and there lay the biggest hesitation. It was last, frankly, thick piece of clothing covering her; the beginning and end to the ritual of getting ready and unready.

Hibiko was able to undo the tie before, "Could you please," turning around and twisting hair over her shoulder to stay out of his way. She rambled a bit on something she already said about the party as the stays were loosened, the building nerves to decide whatever story she was on about, was best left midsentence.

Needless to say, this was not nothing for Hibiko. This was a sight reserved for high up, trusted maids. All that kept them from crossing that line were her bloomers, tights, and a delicate ribbon laced across her chest to keep the thin dress over her shoulders. The deep breaths she took to keep her heartbeat at bay were now evident, turning to be reunited with Marlo's stare, as if the next steps were unclear.

[hershelchocolateart]

hey, is the whole y2kvr shimeji project cancelled / never going to get finished?

Um! This is kind of a weird question to answer! But I'll do my best <3

I still have all of the sketches finished to the point where if I just sat down and did nothing but the shimejis I could probably get them all done in under a month. The big reason I stopped was because I'd have to entirely redo the biggest animation for all of them and had gotten all of them done so quickly I got burnt out! But I do still have the files for everyone :)

The main problem is just my schedule! I'm starting my thesis year at art school in a few weeks, and I've gotten shimeji commissions as well, and I'm sure you can understand I do prioritize the shimejis that help me pay for college 🥺 especially since they just raised tuition

So! Yes and no! I do want to finish them, I would very much like to! I think about it a lot haha. But I'm not currently in a position to be able to put in the time to fix them up and work on a large project like this when I have my thesis project and also commissions to think about.

I hope that makes sense! I would definitely love to finish them!! I still really like all the sketches I have and would love to see the set complete <3 thank you for giving me the opportunity to explain as well!

[nexttothelamp]

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[shavalimonysal]

the only good thing dudebros added to the jjk fandom were the Hakari edits, all aside, i think they should die

[mkscatgirl]

Theres actually so many times where I'm like having thoughts about something but I just.... don't think anything of it....

[communisms-pr-manager]

Wait do you have synesthesia?

yerrrr space time synesthesia

[savannahsdeath]

thinking about dealer!ellie, but not the college-little one . . . one, that an innocent girl like you sees on a dark alley and she can't help but instinctively start walking faster. yet, it turns out, she's really a sweetheart when you give her a chance <3

warnings: daddy issues kinda ?? ellie can seem creepy at first but i swear she's not .. thats all for now

you explored the darkest part of the city, the moonlight not brightening your way at all. you felt lost.

you always defined yourself as fatherless, it was the easiest way to explain the lack of a parent — people thought he died and didn't pursue the topic. after some time passed, you started believing your own lie. deep down, in a strangled part of your brain, you knew he's alive and well. but on the other hand, he wasn't — not for you, not in your life. why would he matter?

until he contacted you. he didn't show up in person, what at first made you think that he's... well, a pussy. but you soon realised it's actually analytical and mindful of him. you could act on impulse, say or do something bad. seeing him for the first time won't be easy. he gave you some time to think, so your emotions didn't get between both of you, and couldn't ruin your relationship from the beginning.

but he could at least leave you his phone number instead of the most complicated address, consisting of, not to be dramatic but, like a hundred numbers.

"can i help you?" you heard a feminine, yet hard and raspy voice.

the unforeseen sound made you jump, your heart beating like a little bird trapped in a cage, trying to get out of your chest. you couldn't let her notice how scared you were, though. you crumpled the letter in your sweaty hand. the yellowish paper felt humid, probably soaking wet from your moist skin.

"i don't think so." your voice trembled with the first vowel but you managed to regain your unbothered, callous posture right after.

"this..." she gestured at the ground and area around you — dark buildings that looked empty, yet you felt watched, in plain sight. "this is a bad place for girls like you."

you nervously cleared your throat, deciding to ignore her opinion, and continued on walking. but you could still hear her echoing footsteps.

"i think that— you shouldn't be there. and you don't want to be there." she crossed her arms.

once you gave up and turned around, you were left surprised by how pretty she was. your expectations were— well, on a way lower level. she looked masculine and you could see the curves of her muscles through her clothes, yet you weren't feeling precarious nor apprehensive by her presence anymore.

"actually," she continued, "i know that. it's painted all over your face. one glance in your direction and i already sense the discomfort."

you sharply inhaled, the air hissing in your nostrils as you mumbled an annoyed "god" under your breath. "are you always like that?"

"no." she shook her head and pursed her lips in a thin line, before realising what you meant and chuckling. "not at all. but you should be fuckin' thankful." she untangled her arms and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "c'mon, what are you looking for?"

you pinched your nose bridge and closed your eyes with a huff, because why did she have to be so damn persistent and perpetual? but she seemed able to help you, so in a slightly complaining—dissenting tone you murmured your father's name.

and her stubborn smirk faded, her gaze shifted between you and the letter in your hand. "who are you?" she asked, emphasizing each syllable, as if she was talking to a child.

you were dubious and skeptical on what you should say nor should you admit the truth, you just shrugged. a hesitant, mistrustful raise of your shoulders, which even deepened the girl's frown, knitting her eyebrows together. "i dunno..."

"you can't be a sluuu— sorry, a prostitute" she thought aloud, actually considering this option.

"why?" your expression glowered as you scowled. oh, so your father is associated with call girls, how nice! "don't answer. whatever. just— take me to him."

"i can't." she defensively raised her hands. "you could be a... fuck, i don't know, a spy or something!"

"don't be stupid" you scoffed and couldn't help but roll your eyes. "i'm his daughter."

she gulped and her eyes widened. "daughter?..."

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PART 2 IS OUT !!

[frostironfudge]

Hey girl, do you still do requests?

If so can you do something like those tiktok filters where you choose your soulmate but it's avengers choosing between each other who they'd want and reader cooses bucky all the time making the rest of them confused and later bucky pulls her into his lap when there is no place to sit and she tells him why she wants him and its all sweet reasons and at the end she says "the arm though..." you can end it here or add something else!😊😊

I'd Choose You - Bucky Barnes

Summary: based on the above prompt, i've sort of altered the filter used i hope thats okay

Warnings: none, pure fluff, some mutual pining, non canon compliant, the avengers are a big happy family.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

An: i hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took this long!

Main Masterlist

You were hearing the same song playing from the living area over and over. The stirring of your pasta wasn't this repetitive. Turning the stove off you find Natasha and Wanda sprawled across the couch and watching videos via the projector.

You tilt your head watching the woman on the screen tilt her head side to side, picking between the avengers, in the end she lands on the picture of Wanda. She then goes on to explain her reason for picking Wanda, stating her perseverance and strength inspires her. Her friends come in on screen and they all giggle when she admits of the crush she has on her as well.

The screen moves upward another video with a man loads, he keeps on choosing, Tony Stark rolling his eyes at the other presented choices. His reasoning is the facial hair. You join Nat and Wanda's laughter.

"Is this the latest trend?" You ask as the next video loads. Natasha nods in response to your question.

"There are so many picking you as well." She assures scrolling upwards on the tablet till the old video she saw loads. You watch as your picture is paired against Steve's his picture disappears as yours is picked. It continues as you're picked over everyone else.

"What's all this?" Steve, Sam and Bucky walk into the living area. Their gazes fixed on the screen.

"It's a trend, picking their soulmate from amongst the avengers. Or picking the avenger they adore the most." Wanda explains, its silent again as the familiar song replays on the next video.

Sam does a hoot as he's picked in this video. Steve chuckles, you look at Bucky, he remains stoic. Then his eyes meet yours, a smile breaks out across his face drawing your own smile forth.

"You know what would be a great idea?" Sam pipes up.

Bucky looks at him then back at you, a silent conversation takes place. one in which he's telling you; 'Bird brain has an idea.' you shake your head at him. He knows you're chastising his little unsaid comment.

"What?" Nat turns to Sam.

"We should do this amongst us." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I don't think that is a good idea. It could hurt sentiments." Steve reasons, Tony clicks his tongue. Entering with his coffee mug.

"Oh come on Cap, no one will say anything if you pick me." Tony teases Steve. The blonde's cheeks tinge red.

"Tony." He rolls his eyes.

"Go on Nat, lets see what Tweety Bird has in store for us." Tony raises his mug towards Sam.

"I'm not Tweety if anything I'm," Sam struggles to find a better bird character but flounders.

"Chuck?" Bucky offers.

"I'm not an angry bird." Sam glares at him.

"Getting angry there birdy." You giggle, Bucky laughs as Sam grumbles grabbing the tablet and setting it up to record,

"Just for that ya'll aren't getting picked." He warns before sifting through and picking Natasha, Steve give a little hey of protest when he is cut off first.

Tony points at you after most of them are done, some how Clint, Bruce, Vision, and even Peter were roped into the trend. You look at Bucky as you walk towards the set up.

Bucky bites his lip, he wants to be hopeful. This seemed to be the easiest way to confess his feelings for you. if you didn't reciprocate he could always say it is a platonic choice.

He watches as does everyone, right off the bat you're asked to pick between Steve and him. He exhales when you pick him.

Over and over you pick him, the choice is as easy as breathing for you. The picture of Bucky was from his first day reinstated and on a press release after a mission. You keep looking at it with a soft smile. Tilting your head to keep picking him.

At the end his picture moves from the side to the top of your head, you begin to move,

"Wait, you have to say why." Wanda reminds, a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, um, he's warm and fuzzy when we cuddle during movies," You look back at Bucky, "he's brilliant, a good listener, makes really good pancakes even if he burns the first three always." you laugh and Bucky's grin only widens.

"What else, Doll?" He walks over to you.

"Your eyes, always find my way to them."

"They do seek you out in every room." He cups your cheek.

"And this arm though." Your skin heats, Bucky smirks.

"What about it?" He questions, eager to know.

"Strong yet gentle." You breathe.

"I'd choose you." Bucky admits, his blue eyes convey something deeper. Something your had been waiting to be reciprocated.

"Oh Bucky." Your palm covers his own, held against your cheek.

Another silent conversation takes place, feelings affirmed.

His lips find yours, the softest of kisses shared, the rest of your family cheers.

"Finally." Sam adds.

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Permanent Bucky Tag: @slutforsexyseabass