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I still havenât been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I donât think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow LilĂ© there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
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PSA
I still havenât been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I donât think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow LilĂ© there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
PSA
I still havenât been able to get Tumblr to even respond to my messages. I donât think this blog will be restored. So I have a NEW BLOG: @chaosfaery! Please come follow LilĂ© there instead! New blog, new adventures! - lilypad
//Iâm in so much pain I want to scream. Itâs almost 6:30am and I canât sleep because itâs so bad. My body feels like itâs on fire and I canât stop the pain. Iâve 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 donât want to leave old ideas for the new year, so Iâm kind of rapidly painting things. Wanted to try something more illustration-type, because realism has started tiring me. But man, isnât Lokiâs outfit a bitch to paint anyway.
âFalling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.â
â 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 âinfinityâ
I recognize that canon has made a decision, but given that itâs a stupid-ass decision, Iâve elected to ignore it and indulge myself in fanfic.
Itâs 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 iâve posted it five months ago and iâd still answer and appreciate it. itâs hard to think up starters out of the blue unless theyâre plotted, but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of whatâs happening. so please, if you see a meme on my blog, SEND THE MEME.
reblog this if youâre an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).
iâm 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, donât interact.
I donât know what the hell is happening with my blog. I donât know whatâs going on. Iâm trying to fix it. I just want my stories back. Thereâs almost seven years of content I canât access and Iâm trying not to panic.
Tumblr staff, if you see this, please, please give me this blog back. Thereâs nothing on it that breaks your policies; itâs a blog for creating stories with others and reblogging art and gif posts for inspiration. Itâs 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 thereâs a particular post that caused this, please tell me and I will delete. Because I donât know what I did, and nobody at Tumblr even let me know my blog was being restricted for âsensitive mediaâ. I didnât 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 theyâve spent so much time falling and they are so convinced itâs unrequited. That slow burn, deep, aching goodness. I need it. I will fight the sun man I n e e d i  t
I donât know what the hell is happening with my blog. I donât know whatâs going on. Iâm trying to fix it. I just want my stories back. Thereâs almost seven years of content I canât access and Iâm trying not to panic.
ask | smut starters F/F | 15C | @warringpeace
Loki had been working with LilĂ© to get her comfortable with bindings of different materials. LilĂ© 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 Lokiâs choices.
And on a seemingly usual morning, Loki had purposely cuffed LilĂ©âs four limbs to the bed, softly shushing any sleepy confusion. Realising what would occur, LilĂ© had nearly pleaded for satiation. But no. Loki always left her lover waiting, anticipating. It made everything much more delicious upon returning.
As Lokiâs hand trailed up LilĂ©âs leg and toyed with her very wet folds, LilĂ© could not stop her hips from bucking. She was already damp with longing, and her fingers clenched, body straining against the restraints.
âThis - is cruel - even for you,â she gasped, staring wildly at her queen, half-dazed with the sensations. Of course, Loki only smiled, and slid two fingers inside LilĂ©âs cunt, causing LilĂ© to instantly utter a low whine of lust, trembling.
âLet me orgasm,â she begged. âPlease.â
The princess was rewarded with a heady, playful kiss, and she mewled against Lokiâs mouth, wishing desperately she could sate herself.
Send ânot just a specimenâ for an AU where my muse is an escaped experiment.