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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7578982
anyone interested in reading my Aphrodite/Hephaestus fanfiction the original is here~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986120
if you only want to read the revised version, you can find that here
Watch the video of this 3D rendering young girl
australia, 46 canada, 54. india, 103.
what the fuck dude.
SIGNAL BOOST! This is too awesome not to reblog!
GOOD!
This is like to catch a predator, but like gone super saiyan
MY GOD!!!! SVU….
So isn’t reblogging this just warning pedos?
Yeah, kinda. So they won’t ‘BE’ pedos anymore, in a sense.
Hey, if this post gets pedophiles nervous and decreases their demand for child porn, I don’t see this as a bad thing. Less demand means fewer children get trafficked in the first place.
Writing Prompts
1. “Ummm can you stop dying? It’s really harshing my mellow. Thanks.”
2. “That plan sounds pretty rad, but consider this, no.”
3. “It is incredible you haven’t died yet.”
4. “Wanna watch me do these sick moves?!”
5. “What? My plants like music.”
6. “I don’t know if you heard, but I have more finesse than you now.”
7. “Have a flower and a chocolate and live your life!”
8. “What did I do wrong? You’re the one with the blood, literally, on your hands!”
9. “I am eating a tomato like an apple to assert my dominance.”
10. “The bongos are my passion dude.”
11. “Haha! Loser! Guess who’s dead too? How have ya been dude?”
12. “I’ll go into your kitchen while you are sleeping and switch all your cereals around so they are all in the wrong boxes.”
13. “Where was I? I was being an adult and throwing my dog a birthday party. You?”
14. “What would I do? I’d kill them. But since you’re nice, don’t do that.”
15. “I think I might have made a grave mistake.”
The Beginning of a Villain (?)
Sitting back in his chair, the darkly clad man waved his hand in frustration, watching as the mirror beside him shattered. Each shard spun and glinted as they stayed afloat, drifting almost lazily around his head. Upon the reflective surface of the shards, he could see numerous galaxies and places, he could see all of space and time if he so chose...he could see anything and everything he wanted...everything...except her.
His entire being yearned to try again; yearned to look until he covered every inch of this God-forsaken universe...but he knew he wouldn’t be able to find her. For a being a strong and old as him, not much could get in the way of what he wanted...but death...death was the only barrier too strong for him to break.
Lowering his arm, the broken man let out a soft, shuddering sigh. He knew that what he was doing was hopeless...he was there when it happened; when that monster took her from him. He didn’t know why he was trying. Nothing he could do would bring her back; she wasn’t hiding out there, waiting for him to find her. She was gone.
His children knew that their father wasn’t well, knew that when they finally buried what little remains of their mother they had left, that they had lost their father as well. They were old enough to no longer need their father’s care, and could fend for themselves, but the concerns of his people rose as the palace doors stayed firmly shut.
To him, nothing mattered anymore. His children were grown, and no longer needed him to guide them, and his wife, his very reason for being, was gone. So here he would wait. Here, he would wither, until time forgot who he was. Until time was no more. Because not even death could save him.
Anyone can help!
(Real pen the last picture)
It is important for EVERYONE to know how to help ANYONE. Not everyone can give them selves their medicine under every circumstance. Be educated, help out.
In the last year, i have gotten about five new violent allergies from foods i used to be able to eat. Next time i eat a fruit, my throat could close. I may not be able to inject myself. My boyfriend and i played with my trainer pen for like 30 minutes. He knows how to inject it. I know how. This is important.
Very important to educate yourself on administering emergency medications even if you don’t use them. Usually when someone is in distress to need it they can’t do it themselves.
Also for an epipen do not hold your thumb on the top of the pen! Also never touch the orange part. I’ve seen so many people manage to stab themselves and that’s not good either because now we have 2 people that need help.
“Girls want a Superman, but they walk past a Clark Kent every day”
You fuckin CLOWNS think you’re a CLARK KENT? Not on my fuckin watch. You dumb, headass motherfuckers are barely a Guy Gardner and you think you’re a CLARK KENT? The amount of disrespect is unreal.
Listen here, wannabes: My boi Clark is 240 lbs of PURE KANSAS BEEF trained from a young age by Ma Kent to Love and Respect women as the Intelligent, Independent beings they are. He is shy rambling about tractors and casually moving the copy machine when my pen falls behind it and he would NEVER demand I be sexually or romantically interested just because he’s nice.
Y’all ain’t Clark Kent.
I have never hit the reblog button so damn fast.
“barely a Guy Gardner” is the sickest comics related burn I’ve heard to date.
I’ve read tons of posts about dress codes in US schools. Recently I even read an article about a girl who was sent home for having a top without sleeves. It’s so weird that our online magazines have started to cover it. And all of this seems like a dystopia to me.
Here’s a thing: Finnish schools do NOT have any dress codes. Like, at all. Nothing. As long as you have all legally demanded parts covered. Also, teachers might sent home a note if they notice a young child not wearing a hat or a jacket in winter (it’s FREEZING but hats are not cool yo).
I attended this elite high school (no, not EXPENSIVE, education is free in Finland, elite as in nerds and good teachers). All kids in there had the best grades of our entire country. It’s also a very old, traditional school that has produced many artists, politicians etc. for us (Finland is a small village but compared to that, those people are great). And what did I wear to this fancy school?
Leather skirts, so short everyone saw my garters. Skin thight red tops so open that you could see the color of my bra. Fishnet stay-up socks. Leather boots with stiletto heels. And I also sat on my desk most of the time, so all boys behind me could clearly see all the glory of my high-heeled legs. I admit, I was bit of a goth kid then.
Guess what? Everyone passed the classes. I did not cause all the boys in our year to fail. Actually, they got used to it so quick nobody even noticed my clothes. And nowadays I attend a respectable office job where I dress in a modest (altough personal) way. Because in Finland we let kids be kids. I had plenty of time to learn professional dress code after I’d had my fun.
TLDR; Dress codes for kids are weird and unnecessary and not having them will not make the world burn.
Please help me!
Hello, I’m Sora. Thank you for always seeing my drawing.
The matter grows serious.
The other day my father’s friend died in an unfortunate accident. When I go to his house to say condolences his family,
There was “Puppy mill”.
There were 45 dogs. Dogs who were trapped in a narrow gauge since birth and were unable to go for a walk. His family wanted “to dispose” the dogs. I asked the owner of the dog to have “disposal” put on hold.
I love dogs and own a dog. So, I want to help dogs. I began looking for a dog’s foster parent. Desperately seeking even now.
But, there are many sick dogs. A lot of dog food is also necessary. I started using my money to take care of a dog, but it is quite a difficult situation. I need pretty much money now.
I would be happy if you can support the money to help the dogs.
This is my Ko-fi account. ko-fi.com/efrsora
If you support me, You can request me something. I will draw a simple Sketch for you as a thanks.
It is my first time to do something like this, so I don’t know what to do. Please let me know if you know of any better way.
FORGET THE ART, JUST DONATE! THIS IS AN ACTUAL PUPPY MILL!
BOOST THIS BOOST THIS
writer: this is one of my male characters! he cares about his guy friends and loves them deeply.
tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!
writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.
tumblr: ….so he’s bi!
writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.
tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.
writer:
Healthy male friendships are almost as rare in mainstream fiction as gay male relationships, and maybe more rare in fanfiction. Let men be wonderful friends without pushing a romantic relationship, just like men and women should be able to be wonderful friends without the pressure of a romantic relationship.
*AGGRESSIVELY SLAMS REBLOG UNTIL I DIE*
This is literally the reason men are so terrified of being open about loving each other platonically, because they don’t want people to assume they’re gay just because they can be supportive of their fucking friends
I literally got anon hate about my response to this post, and I just want to say that I’m sorry…
for not reblogging it sooner.
Psyche bitch, this is a good post.
Healthy relationships of all types!
If someone wants to make a shiny pastel sparkly OC with rainbow hair and star eyes, let them
If someone wants to make an OC that can sing beautifully and be a friend to all living things and still dropkick you in the face in time for lunch, let them
If someone wants to pair an OC with a canon character romantically and have beautiful children with them, let them
If someone wants their OC to be besties with either one or every single canon character in a series, let them
If someone wants their OC to be the long lost sibling of a canon character, let them
If someone is using OCs and fiction as a means to escape from real world trauma and letting them imagine themselves in a happier place where people can love them and appreciate them, even if they aren’t real, LET THEM
I know a lot of us have bad OCs we’re ashamed of and like to poke fun at, but if you’re making fun of or posting other people’s “bad” OCs/”mary sues” on places where they can be pointed and laughed at, you’re possibly really hurting someone and mocking their means of escape and happiness
You don’t have to like them, but please don’t take away someone’s happiness if it’s not actually hurting you
Not sure why this 3 year old post from my main has gotten notes out of the blue but I feel like this applies here sooooo
this is too real
“Why can’t you let me procrastinate? Why do you have to be so responsible?”
@webbisnekki look it’s Cullen and Promonas
Writing Prompt (Part 1)
Fandoms/Things I am willing to write for:
Legend of Zelda (Any of them. If I don’t know the characters I will look them up)
Greek Mythology (Does that even count as a Fandom?)
OC (I am not against writing things for OC’s, be it OC x Canon characters or OCxOC)
Fan characters, background characters, etc.
I mostly do romance, but if you want something like mystery, angsts etc thrown in I can see what I can do.
I only write quick oneshots for now, if I get the flow going we will see what I can do. Message me for any extra rules/guidelines. If I do an OC of yours, please send me a character description (Personality, looks etc) and we will go from there! I look forward to writing with you!
I also can do:
Undertale
Pokemon
Mario
Sinbad/Magi
Kingdom Hearts
Voltron
Yu-Gi-Oh (Almost any of the series)
Monster Boyfriends/Girlfriends/Other
Final Fantasy
And many many more. If you don’t see your fandom on my list, go ahead and send me a message and I’ll see what I can do!
Things I will NOT write:
Pedophilia
Most Fetish things (some can be talked out, run them by me and I will see what I can do, but respect my decision to say no.)
Excessive Gore (I’m working on getting more comfortable with it but I’m not quite there yet)
Nothing politically charged. I want to try and keep away from that if I can.
No hate stories/attacks against characters or people on this site unless it is entirely plot related to the characters, but if I get uncomfortable I may have to say no.
Steven Universe (Sorry I just...can’t)
My Little Pony (I won’t do the characters the justice they deserve and certain things just can’t be done.)
smut prompts
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”
“You’re not going out in that outfit.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”
“Like what you see?”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public, you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Dont be so rough. there cant be any marks.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”
“No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
“Make me.”
“Stop teasing me so much..”
“You’re in trouble now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“I’m waiting.”
“First one to make a noise loses.”
“Mine.”
“We cant do that here!”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
“Watch me.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”
“If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”
“Put that thing away!”
“Don’t kink shame me.”
“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”
“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Bite me.”
“If you insist.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“You taste like fucking candy.”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“You make a sound and its game over.”
“Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”
“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?”
“U-uh..no, i was just..”
“Want some help?”
“Shut up.”
“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!”
“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me again.”
“You have no idea how much i want you.”
“Say it.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
“Wow, i didn’t realize you were that…flexible.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.”
“I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Then do it.”
“You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”
“Who said it had to be on the bed?”
“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”
“For the love of fuck.”
“Yep, thats me. I love to fuck.”
“How do i look?”
“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”
“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if i try hard enough.”
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”
“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”
“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”
“We’re…..just friends.”
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“There’s people here.”
“I know.”
“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m up for it if you are.”
“Don’t ruin the sofa.”
“Ill just have to cum inside you then.”
“Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”
“I’m gonna strangle you.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”
“Stop distracting me.”
“Were you touching yourself?”
“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”
“That’s probably the fastest i’ve ever done that.”
“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”
“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”
“It was so worth the injury though!”
“Saddle up doll.”
“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”
“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
“God damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”
“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”
“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”
“Yes we can.”
“What are you doing in my bed?!”
Send me a ship and I will do it as quickly as I can.
Vampire AU with Keese and Lizalfos (Victorian or Modern) where Lizalfos travels to a new country and meets a Vampire Keese at a castle or something. I DUNNO MAN BE CREATIVE!
Smoke billowed from the smoldering remains of the castle, the quiet cries of the few remaining citizens, along with the crunch of his boots on the crumbled, ash-covered ruins filled the early dawn. The tall man stopped, one leg falling heavier than the other-which was common when one had a robotic leg- and looked down at some of the ashy skeletons that were scattered across the debris-covered floor.
“Man, we musta crashed some hella rad party.” Cullen grinned, purple eyes skimming over the chaos around him; his men had already moved on, pillaging the remains and the surviving scraps of town surrounding them.
To his right, his two aids, the only people that he trusted to follow him anywhere, stood beside him. “Captain. Our guys uncovered something. You might want to check it out.”
Ripley-the female orc that helped him get the kill count that made him the most famous pirate in all of Nitdamtri- indicated to a large hole in the floor, far off in the corner.
“Must have caved in during the attack…” the large, hulking man behind him murmured, body trembling from the aftermath of the shift.
Atak was one of the most soft-spoken weres Cullen had ever met. The guy barely spoke at all, let alone loud enough for anyone with regular human hearing to understand.
Pulling his pipe out of his coat pocket, Cullen lit the end with the tip of one of his robotic fingers before biting down on the end, tipping his hat up lightly with a twisted grin. “Then let’s check it out boys!” he shouts, rushing and jumping down into the hole before Ripley could attack him.
Darkness enveloped him, suffocating him, swallowing any light that would filter in from above.
“Damn Royals and their magic.” he bit the end of his pipe harshly, not waiting for the other two to follow him as he trudged forward over the rubble from above.
The seemingly endless hall dragged on and on, the only light came from the end of his pipe, causing his eyes to strain. He could feel the ache in the backs of his eyes as he scanned the darkness for anything of interest; Royals were prone to keeping their rarest of gems, usually stuffed full with magic, tucked away in tunnels just like these. He was giddy just thinking about it, seeing as how today had already been a good day for his crew; taking down a King was no small feat and his bounty was sure to skyrocket from that act alone, he could barely imagine how much cash he’d make off of whatever secrets these old farts hid down here.
The sound of footsteps echoed around him, shaking Cullen from his thoughts. Coming to a stop, he strained his ears, moving his steady fingers to the pistol he kept on his hip. Had some of his guys made it here before him?
The hairs on the back of his neck rose and the skin connected to his robotic arm and leg began to ache. Clenching his teeth down on the end of his pipe, he tensed as he felt something brush past him, causing his hat to shift on his head. Spinning on his heel, Cullen drew his pistol, aiming it forward. He almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him; standing in front of him was one of the smallest women he had ever seen, and all of the light in the area was drawn towards her, surrounding her like a veil.
The top of her fluffy dark hair barely reached his chest, and her skin was tinged a deep grey, almost matching the stone surrounding the two. Tipping her head back, he felt his body shudder as he maroon eyes met his. Fuck, he knew Royals were corrupt, but keeping kids in freaky dungeons? Even that was a bit much.
“Kid? What the heck are ya doing down here?” he cursed under his breath, stuffing his pistol back into its holster, taking the few steps to close the space between them. “Don’t ya know this is the house of the corrupt King Tyklin? Ain’t no place for a child. Let’s get you outta here. Do ya know where your parents are?” Cullen may have been a lot of things, but children were a no go on his list.
The girl watched him for a moment before giving him a small, half-mouthed smile. “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to, Mister.” she then flashed him a much larger grin, the light dancing around them flashing off of her large fangs.
pleeeeeaaaaase don’t make fun of people for being overenthusiastic about their interests. if you see someone getting really excited about something and you think it’s a good idea to ruin their fun (and don’t think people don’t notice your eye rolls and side glances) you’re an asshole
This blog is pro-Goblin
Reblog if you are pro-Goblin or are a Goblin
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