Tig - 24 - Gay as Hell. Welcome to my personal queer little hole. I've got fics, I've got art, we'll see where this takes us and where it goes. Active on Discord and starting up on cursed blue bird app too. kind of.
Velvette remembers what happened the day she died and woke up during an extermination. She remembers the bright glint of steel flying in the air, and the blonde hair contrasting dashingly with red tinted glasses of the woman that swooped her up and got her to safety, leaving such an impression that she still floats by in her dreams. All Odette remembers from that day is she saved a pathetic sinner from getting her innards ripped out by a ruthless angel.
An odd sort of choreography begins once pieces start clicking into place.
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Just got a "i reported your account by accident trying to report someone else" scam dm, didn't know that was cycling through Tumblr too. Be safe friends
Some fucker found this from 2017 and liked it just now. This shit aged like fucking rancid milk bro snow makes me anxious and I married a lipstick bisexual instead.
hi! Recently I've reread your fanfic The Dollmaker's Apprentice (for like fourth or fifth time, I've lost count) and I was wondering If you are ever planning to come back to it one day? I absolutely love your writing and hope you'll have a great day/night 🩵
Wow I really need to get my Tumblr notificatiosn fixed this ask is 2 months old.
Dollmakers Apprentice lives in my head rent free daily and haunts me for not finishing. I want to but im so worried Isabel has had so much unrelated character development that I might fuck it up 😣 ONE DAY. Hopefully. Maybe.
sooo while we're at it, which color scheme does everyone think is best 🤑🤑🤑
also i'm glad he's getting hit with hammers. bitch deserves it i hate him. and i mean he'd probably get pissed af and/or pretend it's not a big deal?? idfk man even though he's my oc </3 shut up
I uh. I feel like the image speaks for itself here. LOL Cephalon Simaris has had enough of your bullshit, hunter.
@hackedtig @lualewis @regrettableturnofevents Idk I'm just tagging whoever I think of, have fun, but no pressure, and anyone else is also welcome to! ❤️
Hi fuck it idk I'll gladly repost it bc my wife tagged me. I'm so sorry I don't remember the artist thst drew this, I mean no malice.
But The Lotus does.
Uhhhh. @fancyspants @ermywurm @galaxy-fungus @peregrine-rnendicant i suddenly can't remember my other friends i have on Tumblr whoops. If any of my freends see it and wanna do it do it i chuckled. QQ
I came here from your fic Shatter Me. I noticed on the end of chapter 3 and 4 you have included art, but I seem to be unable to view it. Do you still have the art and could you post it here or on a different site? I want to see what Franklin looks like. No worries if you don't/can't. Also I am really enjoying your fic and your worldbuilding. You are a good writer! :)
So the fun thing with that is most od the art isn't mine BUT the Franklin art is! I can send you a message at different time if you were interested.
Love languages aren't gifts or words of affirmation or physical affection
Love languages are understanding anything and everything your life partner says, no matter the accent, no matter the actual language, and no matter how fucked up beyond all recognition they just made their own mother tongue to say stupid shit to you. THAT is love language.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Child's Play | Chucky (Movies 1988-2017)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Tiffany Valentine-Ray/Original Character(s), Tiffany Valentine-Ray/Original Female Character
Characters: Tiffany Valentine-Ray, Glenda Ray, Glen Ray, Original Female Character(s), Jennifer Tilly
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Triggers, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Punishment
Summary:
Tiffany Valentine has been living her facade for eight years in beautiful Beverly Hills, taking and living the life of Jennifer Tilly while in absolute bliss. Chucky left behind, seemingly for good, and two children she gets to spoil rotten with her ill-gotten riches. Yet something is missing and she doesn’t know what, but it certainly isn’t Chucky. Something’s telling her it isn’t right, that there’s still a missing piece. She just doesn’t think upon first impressions that her missing piece might be a reclusive bookworm hiding in the back of the bookstore. (and despite the description this will not be entirely from Tiffany’s POV!)
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Preview under the cut! :3
Walking in was nearly like a breath of fresh air, her own little sanctuary, where she was not just Jennifer Tilly, but also a vivid echo of her old self. Tiffany smiled quite warmly at the decor, quite absorbed with it and herself before excited little yells reached her ears.
“Mom!!”
Two carrot topped little terrors rounded the corner from where they possibly were in her lavish kitchen. All things considered they probably had only been home an hour before her. Be it she was gone for a day or a week, she was always glad to see them. “Glen! Glenda!” She crouched to better receive their affection, even if she only received the direct line of it from one of her precious children. Glen ran into her arms, hugging her tightly as he came close, and she gave a dramatic kiss to the top of his head with a loud ‘mwah’ noise to go with it. “Hello, sweetfaces~!” She trilled.
Glenda didn’t quite get as close to hug, but she was still fairly close, and looked quite expectant. It was in recent months Glenda hadn’t been rushing into her arms, but she figured it was just her being stubborn for the sake of Glen. Or something equally as silly. “Hi, Mom.” she responded calmer, not as enthusiastic as Glen clearly was.
“Hi, Mom!” Glen was far more ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear. A little momma’s boy in and out, she always loved it. “Did you win?” He didn’t know the full ins and outs of poker, she hadn’t decided to teach them just yet, but his excitement was contagious.
“What do you take me for?” Tiffany stood up, feigning offense as she put the back of her hand to her forehead. “Of course I won. Your mom is just the best.” She grinned after, quite proud of herself. After ruffling his short curly little head of hair, she had little issue stepping up closer to Glenda, folding her arms to mimic her daughters pout. “And where’s the enthusiasm seeing your mom, huh?”
Glenda grimaced a little at being asked, and avoided her gaze. “Do you even remember what’s coming soon?” She asked.
The question wasn’t entirely out of the blue, and Tiffany did have a nagging feeling that there was something soon that she was blanking on currently. Especially now that her daughter had mentioned it. She racked her brain quickly, glancing off to the side herself before trying to meet that of her daughter’s. “Oooof course I do.” She trailed the word, trying to respond without if being weird she waited so long. “I sure do. I could never forget such a special day.”
That made Glenda a little more tense as she shifted around. “Then why don’t we have invites to hand out to our classmates yet?”
Invites. Invites invites invites. What needed an invite? Tiffany felt the guilt slam into her like a freight train once she finally connected the dots. It was March and they needed invites for classmates. How in the fuck did she forget their birthday!? She needed a recovery, and quickly, and she managed to think of one quickly enough that she was almost positive it was fully believable. “Well, I wanted to make sure I could get you extra special, extra sparkly invitations!” Tiffany said, making a grand gesture with her arms as she smiled, hoping to sell it and sell it well. “Those things take time, you know. And the invitations just have to match the theme!”
Glen managed to pull himself up closer to the side of his sister, his enthusiasm for her return fading a little as the topic became apparent. “Our birthday is this weekend… will they be ready before Friday?” He asked, almost a little meek in doing so, while Glenda seemed a little more scrutinizing in her little tiny gaze. If Tiffany wasn’t so sure she got such a stink eye from her, she’d be more upset she had it to begin with.
“They sure will.” Tiffany lied through her teeth. She’d have to get them custom ordered, made, and picked up before the end of their school day the next day, otherwise they weren’t going to have any to hand out at all. Not only that, but she needed to actually plan a fucking party to begin with. She hadn’t done that, and the guilt nibbled at her. Just a little. Surely it could be made up by having a bouncy castle and one of those face painters that worked fairs. “Don’t you worry those pretty little heads. You’ll have your best birthday yet!” She assured, leaning to reach both of their faces. “Okay?”
Without restraint, Glen did lean into and nuzzle into her hand, whereas Glenda flinched away. Odd. “Okay, Mom!” Glen was quick and eager to accept the seeming promise.
Glenda wasn’t. Instead of taking the hand to her face, she reached out her own hand, sticking out her pinky. “Pinky promise?” She asked instead, her face quite serious. For a seven-almost-eight year old, it was kind of scary, even if her unruly mop of red hair tied into a ponytail made her dramatically less so.
Her lip twitched slightly, but she kept it relatively neutral as she managed to smile and reached out with her own pinky to embrace Glenda’s. “Pinky promise, Glenda. Best birthday yet!”
I hate having an inate spidey sense for some bull fuckery. Despite almost 300 children in my hotel something was off and lo n behold. There it was. In someone posting a check on the wrong account under thr wrong time of day
Fuck you in particular for how pissy I got in the span of 3 minutes AND the wasted break.
Happy new year to everyone except the 2 psychotic bipolar women occasionally still being an issue in my life and the drunk bastard that fucked one of them to make me 🎉
Hello and good timezone! It is my pleasure to announce and host a BloomingGun Ship week! Hosted from September 22th to September 28th
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BloomingGun Ship Week brought to you by my dumbass who just wants to fuck around and find out. There are 14 prompts, you get to choose how to participate. Fan art, fan fics, and anything and everything in between. Here's the prompts for easier reading:
Day 1 - Firsts / Lasts
Day 2 - Morning / Evening
Day 3 - Family Day / Alone Together
Day 4 - "Beach Episode" / "Masquerade Ball"
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