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[showmethehotpods]

Whilst I have said this on other blogs, and even if I'm down a follow or two on Gigs dusty ass;

I'm still just in a state of disbelief at how the start of this year has turned out. Old dirt being dragged up, my recent diagnoses thrown into the mix - only to have people I've only just been introduced to give me the benefit of the doubt, ask if I've been okay with everyone. Heck, show interest in original characters as well.

It just makes me feel so hopeful. For anyone who might have had moments of emotional outbursts, vulnerability - moments of regrets and mistakes - that if you take the time to heal, grow, learn more about yourself - even if anyone tries to drag you down, you can move on with acknowledgement, humility, be confident that you will find a space where all your hard work is recognised and accepted.

Just know that I'm encouraging you all, with so much love and gratitude. I've always believed a community is what you make of it and being the attitudes you want to see; thank you for starting my year off on such a wonderful first foot forward.

[pistolslinger]

hey i love ur wallpaper

hey wait a second i think i hear something

what is that sound???????????????????????????/

wait why is the floor wet

OH MY GOD PEE WALKIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN NAT'S WALLS??????????

AND YOU PISSED ON THE FLOOR????????????

libby this is the outfit im gonna wear while i hunt u for sport for making me read this

[spoopy-but-safe]

Doodle one of your characters!

(Except if you meant writing only, ahh- Feel free to ignore).

I originally did mean writing, but this is definitely doable, so I'll take it!

So, the following two images are some quick (very quick) sketches of the same character in two forms.

This is Kiera Todd, my main OC. My self-insert, if that's what you'd call it. I'm not sure if you still call a character a self-insert if you put them in a completely original work. Whatever you'd call her, she represents me. A dramatization of my flaws, but also who I aspire to be one day.

In my written universe, all humans are able to "unlock" the ability to shift back and forth into one non-magical animal after handling a piece of a certain enchanted stone. The piece forms into a charm that represents something about the person, which may or may not be very significant. A person's potential animal form is fluid before they attain it, but cannot change once they have their charm. You don't have to keep wearing your charm to shift.

Kiera's is a little bottle with some unidentified shiny liquid in it. She thinks it represents the interest and later job she found in potionmaking. Her animal form is a white wolf.

The main thing about her that makes her relevant to this blog (and the thing she struggles with most throughout her story) is that she's a Healer. If you haven't gathered what they do by now, they can heal living things by swallowing them whole. Having this power makes Kiera feel inhuman and monstrous, which she struggles with greatly. Despite how she feels, she's definitely still human.

The first creature she healed was a bird with a broken wing that she found on a walk when she was a child.

She was not born a Healer, but became one at a young age. Once you become a Healer by any available method, it's permanent, no matter what you do. She did not become one by conscious choice, and now, she has to live her whole life that way. This is another thing she struggles with.

I'll refrain from infodumping any more on this single post. I do eventually want to make a detailed post all about how she got her powers and how she lives with them, but that's gonna have to come later.

Forgive the messy drawings, by the way. It's kinda late and I only just got the motivation to draw.

[dangerous-disposition]

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This is not a call-out post, this is merely me addressing baseless accusations in the only way I can. If this doesn’t look great for them, then fine.They seem content to smear mine and Amdis’ names behind a block, so I’m going to at least set the record straight on my own blog.

If they didn’t want this made public, they should have approached me privately on Discord where we were friends or even through messenger here on Tumblr.

Regardless.

First, I would like to address the cowardice it takes to not only build your entire platform in calling out ableism, just to react this way when a handful of other people with ADHD expressed discomfort with a certain word being used. To @ people, and then immediately block them so they had to have friends lurk on your blog to just see what was even said to us. Like that is super classy so A++.

I will only be addressing what was said to me, as I’m not here to fight Amdis’ battles or anything.

Now, just to keep my own thoughts organized, because I am ADHD, I’m just going to address this point by point.

(All quotes below pulled word-for-word from Dathen’s replies to me)

“I have ADHD and am autistic...”

I am aware of this, as ADHD especially is something Dathen and I have in common and have repeatedly had discussions about in the past together. We are both neurodivergent.

“... this is not derogatory and projecting that onto me is pretty gross.”

I didn’t project anything onto Dathen, and I didn’t call the post derogatory, and I didn’t even say that “zoomies” was derogatory. I only ever mentioned that it made me, and several others, uncomfortable because it veered a little bit too close to “spaz” and “spastic” which are derogatory terms.

“Also I’m baffled that you’d try to twist my words like this...”

I didn’t try to do anything. I actually said “While I get the spirit behind calling it ‘zoomies’, it also feels too close to ‘spaz’ or ‘spastic’ for my comfort” and simply requested that the behaviour in question be called what it is, which is “stimming.”

“...you’ve followed me long enough to know better.”

Yes, I did know better than to assume they said it with malicious intent and not once thought that they did, and nothing in my reply implies that I did. I followed Dathen for a long while, and given their near-constant discoursing about ableism, and given they are a grown adult about my age, I had figured they would be reasonable enough to have a discussion about how certain words might not be the greatest to use.

“There is so much anti-nd ableism in this fandom...”

I am aware of this. I am literally neurodivergent. Again, Dathen and I have discussed this very phenomena at length prior to this.

“...that coming to an nd person...”

They keep throwing this around as if I myself am not neurodivergent.

“... with ‘you’re projecting onto Jon with the WRONG WORDS’ is really your concern here?? really??”

That isn’t what I said, it wasn’t even the spirit of what I said, and no that isn’t my concern since that is not what I said at all. Like I find it incredibly rich that I was blocked and accused of twisting someone’s words and then my words were just, twisted left and right. And listen, if a word is hurtful to other neurodivergent people, which it was uncomfortable for myself and at least five other people, then yes! Maybe don’t use that word to project on a character. But then again, I didn’t really tell them to not use it. I requested that it be called “stimming” but in the end, I didn’t tell them to do anything.

Now, my request and my discomfort comes from a place of legitimate trauma, from a time where I was abused by caregivers and treated like a dog and threatened with leashes and shock collars for my untreated symptoms of ADHD. I should not have to disclose either my neurodivergence, nor my trauma for my opinion on the subject to be valid. Period.

Their aggression really comes off as them assuming I was neurotypical which really throws their entire platform of being anti-ableism into question. They will post for a month about how calling Jon stupid is ableist, but a handful of people with ADHD express discomfort with them calling stimming “zoomies” and they flip out, @ us, and then block us? Seems massively hypocritical and now I’m just really doubtful about everything they’ve ever discoursed over.

Being neurodivergent doesn’t give you a free pass, and even then, neither Amdis or I thought Dathen was being ableist and neither of us even said that or implied it. We merely presented a perspective they possibly didn’t consider.

But it appears that Dathen is only interested in being agreed with completely, or accusing people of attacking them if they don’t.

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[sorcerou]

BLAISE’S STEPFATHERS.

after blaise’s biological father left before blaise was even born, his mother found another man. peter. blaise barely remembers him, peter fabray, most likely because he was only around for two years when blaise was an infant. he does remember his red hair though --- and no, not ginger like the weasley’s. red, bright. like fire. it’s possible he only remember it because his mother at some point told him about it, he doesn’t know. mrs zabini seemed heartbroken when he fell down the stairs and died two weeks after they came home from their honeymoon but was quick to find someone else to occupy her time. his name was phineas hammerton. traveler and well known illusionist. the two to three year old blaise was very fascinated with his tricks, until one day he disappeared and never returned. he was declared dead after six months, when mrs zabini had already found a new man; louis autry. a romantic, french wizard with skin as dark as night and piercing blue eyes, visiting england. he decided to stay and marry the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but tragically died a little more than a year after leaving france, poisoned. the zabinis’ next door neighbor was arrested for the murder but to this day, claims to be innocent. after louis a little more than half a year went by before mrs zabini introduced five year old blaise to a new man; adrian snyde. the worst experience. to his mother, he was charming and elegant and despite the zabini’s already having more money than they needed, adrian spoiled blaise’s mother to no end. behind closed doors however, the young boy suffered rough hands and hurtful words for two years. he thought his mother was finally happy though, so he never told her anything and adrian helped cover up bruises, either with magic or clothes. when blaise was seven, his mother walked in and the sight of her son being hurt, no matter how much she neglected him at times, caused her to kill adrian in cold blood in front of blaise. it’s the one man he actually knows she killed but both of them helped cover it up in a more pforessional way you could ever imagine, claiming a blurgler broke in and killed adrian who tried to protect his family. it obviously didn’t take long for mrs zabini to get over adrian, within a few months marcos sousa came around. a very handsome, wealthy, brazilian man who barely had to work for mrs zabini’s affection. he was extremely charming and perhaps that’s why he stuck around for four whole years, so blaise’s surprise. marcos and blaise became best friends, exactly what blaise needed after adrian even though it was hard to trust marcos at first. he was extremely upset when the man suddenly fell ill and died. his mother seemed devastated too, although she had been the one poisoning his food for weeks. the zabini’s inherited extreme wealth from marcos but it didn’t stop mrs zabini from finding another man a year later. thomas mather, a muggle-born wizard, to everyone’s surprise, a ministry worker and a very put-together man. although, he didn’t pay much attention to blaise at all and often shot mean comments at the boy. blaise didn’t really care when he died a year later, murdered in the middle of a speech at the ministry. no one could point out the murderer and the whole thing created chaos for a couple of weeks. by the time the chaos was over, mrs zabini had found another man; octavius smith. the relatinship was kept secret for a while, due to how the last one ended. they even married without blaise’s knowledge due to him being at hogwarts at the time. it’s safe to say that blaise and octavius never got close. the hogwarts student didn’t leave his school for christmas, knowing his mother and octavius were probably away one a trip somewhere and evidently, he was sure this man wouldn’t stay long anyway. he took mrs zabini everywhere during the three years they were married but, as the son predicted, one day she came home without him, claiming he had been devouered by tigers during their trip to india, without witnesses. blaise didn’t find out about this until he came home from his fifth year at hogwarts and honestly, it didn’t bother him much. he was done.

[pistolslinger]

when nat gives u permission to send images but u can't be on anon

AYO PEE WALKIE GIF WORKS ON TUMBLR ITS FUCKED ON DISCORD

@soukouku come collect ur pee walkie crimes content

[pistolslinger]

u mean send most beautiful reaction pics ?

(me running b4 u send me to swamp jail)

here's one for jyn <3

[spoopy-but-safe]

I'm very cautiously gonna try again to run this blog.

Hello again to everyone who's still here.

I'm going to try to make some changes going forward to protect my sanity and improve my content for any followers I've still got.

1. I'm going to private all posts in the spoopy-but-personal tag and keep posts about my feelings on my main.

2. I'll try to make more small, simple posts. Since I've left, I've gotten a couple ideas and not felt up to braving deviantart to post them. The deviantart will stay up and I'll try to post on it, but if I can manage it, I'd prefer to focus my energy here.

3. I'm going to make something abundantly clear: I WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM MY ORIGINAL INTENTION FOR THIS BLOG. This is a safe, sfw vore blog. That's what I intend it as, and that's what it is. I'm going to continue upholding my DNI. That's all I can do. I'm doing my best to keep my work out of the hands of people it wasn't made for, and that's all anyone can expect out of me. If any outsiders decide I'm at fault for a raid or a hijacking perpetrated against me, they weren't worth a shit to begin with and I don't need their approval. I know what I mean by what I post, and I'll stand by that. Try as any asshole might, they can't take it from me.

4. More WIP and concept posts (like my post about "what friends are for") are already in the works. I want to do those much more often. Getting feedback on ideas really helps me move forward with a story, and I don't have anyone in my life I can comfortably talk to about this stuff.

5. I will no longer announce stories long before they're finished, just in case they end up not holding up to scrutiny and being abandoned. My worst example of this is my story "dearest", which I started years ago for the blog and never finished because it got away from me.

6. What I said about my disillusion with the loud part of the vore community pretty much still stands. I will continue to use the word for tagging and clarity in posts, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum. I find I much prefer the word "noms" now, even if it may seem a bit childish to outsiders. I may also refer to it as "trash", not because I think it's gross or bad, but because that's the code word I use to talk to my boyfriend about it.

7. My askbox will be open. If I haven't posted in a while, feel free to proverbially bop me gently with a rolled up newspaper and ask me if I'm gonna post again soon. Just be kind about it, please. Gonna experimentally turn anon on for anxious people to get the chance to contact me. If I get a certain amount of hate mail, I'll turn anon back off. I will NEVER publish anon hate here. It will be deleted. Same goes for creepy anons.

8. Going forward, there will strictly be no external reblogs here, and I'll try to limit internal reblogs that don't add something. I will not reblog ask memes and such here, but I will answer asks as stated above.

I think that's all I have to say for now.