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I still haven’t been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I don’t think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow Lilé there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
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PSA
I still haven’t been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I don’t think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow Lilé there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
PSA
I still haven’t been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I don’t think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow Lilé there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
//I’m in so much pain I want to scream. It’s almost 6:30am and I can’t sleep because it’s so bad. My body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t stop the pain. I’ve tried everything.
Chronic pain is so isolating and I hate it. I wish I had this blog back. It helped so much with my mental state and distracting from my pain. I really, really miss RP.
Bringer of the Chaos by *LindaMarieAnson
Sorry for another Loki painting, but I don’t want to leave old ideas for the new year, so I’m kind of rapidly painting things. Wanted to try something more illustration-type, because realism has started tiring me. But man, isn’t Loki’s outfit a bitch to paint anyway.
“Falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.”
— o.g.k (via nathanielorion)
The notes are broken. This is what tumblr is all about apparently.
THE NOTES ARE BROKEN! This has been reblogged so many times, Tumblr just shrugged and said “infinity”
I recognize that canon has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it and indulge myself in fanfic.
It’s the post
Ulyana Sergeenko / Spring 2019
When you keep getting easily distracted while writing:
GENTLE PSA; the best way to interact with me is through memes. you could send that thing @ me even though i’ve posted it five months ago and i’d still answer and appreciate it. it’s hard to think up starters out of the blue unless they’re plotted, but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of what’s happening. so please, if you see a meme on my blog, SEND THE MEME.
reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).
i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.
I don’t know what the hell is happening with my blog. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m trying to fix it. I just want my stories back. There’s almost seven years of content I can’t access and I’m trying not to panic.
Tumblr staff, if you see this, please, please give me this blog back. There’s nothing on it that breaks your policies; it’s a blog for creating stories with others and reblogging art and gif posts for inspiration. It’s almost eight years of friendship, laughter, joy, angst. Eight years of writing that I could lose if this blog goes. This blog keeps me from feeling awful on my bad mental health and chronic pain days. I have dearest friends on here.
Please. If I have to do something to get it back, I will. If there’s a particular post that caused this, please tell me and I will delete. Because I don’t know what I did, and nobody at Tumblr even let me know my blog was being restricted for ‘sensitive media’. I didn’t know until a friend notified me.
I just want to keep creating worlds with my friends. Please let me continue to do so on this blog.
*sees ship partner online*: how many things can I reblog to hurt them with feels
I want one of those ships where they are just so achingly in love with each other, where they’ve spent so much time falling and they are so convinced it’s unrequited. That slow burn, deep, aching goodness. I need it. I will fight the sun man I n e e d i t
I don’t know what the hell is happening with my blog. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m trying to fix it. I just want my stories back. There’s almost seven years of content I can’t access and I’m trying not to panic.
ask | smut starters F/F | 15C | @warringpeace
Loki had been working with Lilé to get her comfortable with bindings of different materials. Lilé was not hesitant about revealing her nervousness, but they had taken it slowly, gently, and as a result, she was now at ease with most of Loki’s choices.
And on a seemingly usual morning, Loki had purposely cuffed Lilé’s four limbs to the bed, softly shushing any sleepy confusion. Realising what would occur, Lilé had nearly pleaded for satiation. But no. Loki always left her lover waiting, anticipating. It made everything much more delicious upon returning.
As Loki’s hand trailed up Lilé’s leg and toyed with her very wet folds, Lilé could not stop her hips from bucking. She was already damp with longing, and her fingers clenched, body straining against the restraints.
“This - is cruel - even for you,” she gasped, staring wildly at her queen, half-dazed with the sensations. Of course, Loki only smiled, and slid two fingers inside Lilé’s cunt, causing Lilé to instantly utter a low whine of lust, trembling.
“Let me orgasm,” she begged. “Please.”
The princess was rewarded with a heady, playful kiss, and she mewled against Loki’s mouth, wishing desperately she could sate herself.
Send “not just a specimen” for an AU where my muse is an escaped experiment.