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Xuebing Du
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Love Begins
Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Discoholic 🪩
Show & Tell
JVL
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@kining-the-evil
NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS HERE
I’VE TRANSFERED TO A NEW BLOG @kinned-the-evil AND TAKE REQUESTS THERE NOW
Below the cut is information on how to request as well as my masterlist.
I give no permission for anyone to repost any of my works on anything. This is the only place my fics will be
Masterlist
Fandoms-
Agent Carter
Agents of shield
Avengers
Criminal Minds
Five Night at Freddy’s
Heathers(1988)
House MD
Hunger Games
Knives out
Welcome To The Blog! (Requests-Open)
Hello! Welcome to the revamp of my old blog @kining-the-evil . I made this new blog because my old one was a side blog and I was limited on what I could do without it being a main. I’ll make a master list on here of my old fics(I won’t be deleting the old blog) and move requests already in the inbox to this blog.
Warnings before continuing: I write 18+ situations like smut, am open to a lot of kinks, open to yandere/dark writing, and omegaverse. Everything will be properly tagged so if you don’t like any of this you can properly tagged it, and I’m open to adding any tags to help people avoid things they don’t want to see, but just know these themes will be on this blog.
Also, I am not one of those people who will refuse to reblog a post on politics and stuff, so be aware. I’m staunchly Leftist and if you are any of the following it would be best to avoid this blog: Zionist, antisemetic, homophobic, transphobic, turf, zenaphobic, misogynistic, pro!ICE/anti immigration, maga, pro!birth and just generally are a hateful person. I believe it is our duty to speak out when people are being mistreated and given how the world is going there is so much to speak out about. If you are going to argue, I will block you. If you try to use anon to argue or threaten I will turn that option off and no longer allow anon requests. I am beyond the point of arguing with people online when real work needs done.
Also also, if you are underage, while some of my content will be SFW, some will not be. Those works will be tagged 18 plus, please don’t read those and please don’t request 18+ content. This is to keep both of us safe in an online setting.
Old blog masterlist
This blogs masterlists
Tags to help you navigate/filter my content
Fandoms I currently write for-
Avengers(Movie)
Thunderbolts*(movie)
X-men(heavy mix of tv shows, comics, and a sprinkle of the movies)
Criminal Minds
The hunger games
House MD
Scream
DC(Very specific characters for now)
Below is the characters and situations I’ll write for on this blog
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THIS IS ME GUYS. THIS IS THE NEW BLOG
Pookie come back😭
Pookie I moved accounts. I’ll actually be active on my new account @kinned-the-evil
ATTENTION! THIS BLOG WILL NO LONGER BE ACTIVE FOR WRITING AND I AM MOVING TO A NEW BLOG @kinned-the-evil
I’ve wanted to do this for a while as this blog was a side one but I was using it as a main and wanted it to be, so I made a whole knew account.
As for requests: I will no longer accept requests here, HOWEVER I will move requests I already have in my inbox to the new blog to be written. The fandoms I wrote for had changed so make sure to check that out! Thank you for all the support on here!
josh?
where’s the body of christ?
Kinda thinking about creating a new account and moving this blog there. This is technically a side blog and I don’t use my main one at all anymore. I wouldn’t shut this one down and I could reblog everything over there and move requests over there.
Not sure if I will or not though
day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says "please help with our communal puzzle" and i say to myself "don't mind if I do" and did the whole thing
day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get
day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece
day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance
day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces
day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can't stop shitting but i rinse off what's left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don't meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.
day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else's pocket. i should be good as long as they don't find residual traces of my dna
day 8 at the communal puzzle club: there is an odd feeling in my gut. i feel as if something has been awoken in me
day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills
day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i'm getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren't a threat.
day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is
day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can't do them, no one can.
day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it's monday again. the club doesn't meet today. it's the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club's petty drama to distract me
day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren't any puzzles here
day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn't actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.
day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who's in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it's just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don't listen and I'm shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.
day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they're investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.
day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court
day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn't even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn't even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.
day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don't know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies
day 1 in the psych ward: they have puzzles in here this is amazing
day 2 in the psych ward: all the puzzles are missing a few pieces. this is unacceptable. im going to go insane
day 3 in the psych ward: i have been informed that they do not use the word "insane" in here so i take back my previous statement.
day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over
day 5 in the psych ward: it's so boring in here. without complete puzzles there's nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn't survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one
day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my "sanity," but i also came to the realization that they don't care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the "sane" people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.
day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don't know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it's only natural that i'd come to finish what i started
(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, "day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time"
day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.
apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.
in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn't mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!
the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.
manspreading in his own CAGE
haymitch: love is love <3
clerk carmine: yeah, but not your love. get AWAY from my niece.
@reedroad EXACTLYYYY
People used to comment on web comics.
People used to comment on fanfiction.
People used to comment on fanart.
People used to comment on OCs.
I hate "content" culture.
I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.
Once someone tagged art that I made with "woah" and I think about it at least once a week. Someone else said "oh neat" once. Someone else WROTE A WHOLE DAMN POEM IN THE COMMENTS. Anyways even just one word can change how someone sees their art. You don't even have to think about it too hard. You could put a keyboard smash and I'd probably cry from joy.
I'm also trying hard to interact more, I understand that it's hard to break away from opening your phone and being in Content Consumption Mode.
I honestly hadn't stopped to think about this until I saw this post... I used to think people would get annoyed if they were notified everytime someone posted a comment on their art. I never thought about it being like fanfiction and that they might appreciate comments. Frick, that means I'm part of the problem on here. Thats gotta change.
Every tag, every comment, every reblog with some kind of reaction/opinion or even just one word. All of these things are precious to creators!
I spent countless hours reading and rereading tags full of love people left under my art. All the people i could gift a laugh to or even inspire with something I made mean more to me then you could ever know.
It's what makes me proud of my art!
And to think that you could have enjoyed my art in silence and I would have never known.
A very special shout out to the person who tagged "these mcgriddles make me want to shit so bad" on fanart in 2013 I think about you once a day
Am I cooking with this Yandere!finnick request I’ve been working on?
roy cleaning himself up to be alive and present for his daughter molding himself into his image of a father in the mirror and he cut his hair like Ollie and didn't realize. ok 👍🏻
I kinda want to write about some DC and X-men characters but I’m lowkey so scared to because when you mischaracterize comic characters people will come for you so fast, even if it just doesn’t line up with your version of the character
Question! How many requests can a person make?
You are welcome to send in as many requests as you like, just remember that
1) I have the right to choose what I do and don’t write
2) please be patient. I have responsibilities outside of tumblr and while I’ve been trying to get back into it there are times I just won’t write anything
Hii! Are you currently taking requests for hunger games?(yandere/dark romance) to be precised...I would like to submit a request if possible but wanted to ask so I dont request a fandom you are not currently writing since that might come off as kinda rude
Yes, you can send in requests for Hunger games! Unless I put a note next to one of the fandoms on either my masterlist or request info post I’m writing for all of those fandoms
We are coming. Fascists beware.
Join the correct side of history.
Chicago:
The audacity for YouTube to give me FOUR un skippable ads before my video
