The Big Lubinski

Call me Claude or Capy (❁´◡`❁) 1991 | They/Any | Genderfluid | Bisexual | Polyamorous | White | Polytheist Plant Witch

[thebiglubinski]

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Hello! I am Claude, and also go by Capy. I'm genderfluid and use any pronouns with a general emphasis on they/them. I don't remember to update ages on platforms, so I was born in 1991 and can trust us all to do that amount of math. This blog is primarily reblogs across all interests, with my own posts leaning towards the writing side of things. Long term goals include looking at my drawing tablet and picking it up, then that will be your problem 💜

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#capyposting - my own posts

#ask capy - responses to asks

#my writing - from snippets to long-form fiction

#my poetry & #poetry statements - included in the #my writing tag but gets their own tags as well. #poetry statements are reblogs of the original poem with the thesis added.

#my playlists - sharing either full playlists or excerpts from them

#art stuff & #writing stuff - tips and tutorials I've reblogged

#poses - poses for drawing references

OC Masterlist (WIP)

Ongoing ship playlist ask game and the results in #ask capy ship game

Outside Links

AO3 - where I post my fanfiction, including spicy ones that I don't trust the Tumblr platform with

Instagram - I need to use this more

TikTok - when I make videos they end up here. Also repost heavy

Spotify - I make playlists, and some are less straightforward than character dedications. If you are interested in vague gender description playlists or songs to monster mash to, I have those in there.

[ganondorf]

i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way

[tedcruzisthezodiackiller]

[trashcangimmick]

[anxeious]

bathe in your own sunlight !!!!!!

[modelsof-color]

Mouha Seck , Tahir Ndiaye , Ben ILamosi , Pan Tian , Romae Gordon & Nishita Toppo

[thebiglubinski]

Honest Deceit is a novel that I'm working on and I want to manifest it feeling more real by talking about the characters here. The two leads are Vere and Blanc, a changeling renegade and a blacksmith who leads an underground anti-crown rebellion. They are both characters whose mere existence goes against the expectations of the world and they learn how to embrace the "selfishness" of wanting to be happy despite not slotting neatly into a role in society that earns such a luxury.

The first character we meet is Vere, though that is not how we're introduced to them. There is a tragic and fair noblewoman who wears the name Imogene along with her mourning garb, and she performs the role of a wallflower at her parents' funeral. She doesn't know how to interact with these people, not because of grief but because she never mastered the art of being either noble or a woman. The grief also can't take any ownership of her behavior because she doesn't feel great loss: her parents were just another aspect of this role that didn't suit her, and she never felt love for them or anyone else with a single exception: her younger brother Edwin. She mourns that he is sad. When the mask breaks and Imogene is no more, the ugly changeling creature who took Imogene's place all those years back defies their summons to return to the Seelie Court in order to keep Edwin safe from the threat that killed their parents and aims for him next. This costs Vere their wings, only present for mere moments before two magnificent fairies rips them from their back. With only Edwin and the permanently changed relationship between them, Vere flees. They need to wear Imogene again for their own safety as they pull the one they still call brother through the alleys to avoid the eyes of the King, who was the one who put a price on their heads. The fact that Edwin can't call Vere his sister anymore has to be unaddressed, and that emotional wound will fester from neglect.

Blanc was not assigned his role as much as he wandered into it. He appeared in the forest surrounding the capital wearing clothes that human hands couldn't craft, including a magnificent eyepatch to hide his facial difference from being born with an underdeveloped eye and socket. An old woman gathering herbs found him and brought this lost lamb into the city until she reached the workshop of her son, Fabron. Without a wife or child, this blacksmith took the young man under his wing as an apprentice. When the time came to officially register him as a member of the household, Fabron was told he couldn't leave the name blank, so he left the name Blanc instead. It was supposed to just be something of a dad joke, but it stuck nonetheless. Blanc has since shed many of his anxieties from his time before picking up the hammer, choosing to instead focus on the things in life that he can control, like the jobs that are placed in front of him. Fabron has been using his skill and space to support an underground movement dedicated to taking out the king, a cruel young man who happily makes the people of his kingdom foot the expense of his luxuries, and so Blanc has another job that he didn't necessarily ask for, but will do to the best of his ability. He's a good worker and slowly learning more about the kind of person he is when he's not only focusing on survival. He takes a lot of pride in the things he can make with his own two hands, and in the coin he earns from them. Anything worth doing is worth doing well, and when he finds himself responsible for the two nobles that burst into the back of the shop looking for a place to hide from the posters bearing their face, he takes them to a hidden room used for the rebellion's purposes. If he's going to protect them, he's going all in.

Then Vere asks for his name, and when Blanc gives it to them he is forced to confront the fact that the fae aren't just a part of his backstory anymore.

[sunshinemoonrx]

HUH?

Most cop thing I've ever read. what the fuck are you talking about. The posts you're looking for might be on this website but we won't show them to you???

[sunshinemoonrx]

I'm sure all my settings are set to "yes show me mature content no don't filter anything" what are you TALKING ABOUT

[sunshinemoonrx]

the posts are ON THE WEBSITE. I can't search dirty words?? am I five??? is this club penguin??? when I get you

[noticesghosts]

What the hell

[noticesghosts]

What is going on

[hylianane]

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

[maseratus]

Now a functionally suicidal character saying “I will live for you”. Now that’s a dynamic I can sink my teeth into.

[mousidy]

now how about a functionally suicidal character saying "I will sell hot dogs for you"

[mousidy]

[bisthefairy]

Hotdog vender lays down their life to protect their suicidal partner, who then takes over the hotdog stand to carry on their memory...

[maightymai]

[picsthatmakeyougohmm]

hmmm

[toast-potent]

i don’t need to say it

[boingmann]

don’t say anything. just reblog this if you’re thinking of exactly that thing when you see this picture

[animentality]

[trannydurden]

happy juneteenth but dont forget that prisoners are legally allowed to be subject to slave labor and also black people are disproportionately arrested and subjected to that legality. happy juneteenth but slavery still lives in america. america is still dependant on slave labor.

[creatingblackcharacters]

[metalhead-syd]

happy birthday to Finn ☕

Love how this came out!

[nisapc]

But, I Love You(Ex!SethXReader)

Warning: NSFW, angsty, lemon, hurt w/ slight comfort, and...uh I think that's it! enjoy!

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It's been a year since You and your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend now, broke up.

A year since those lies,

A year since those promises,

And a year since those tears.

You both decided that you'll stay friends and friends ONLY, which didn't work out exactly as planned, considering how you're halfway hanging off the bed as he fucked you silly.

You both always been good at lying.

"S-seth!" you groaned out as you held onto the board of the bed frame that was keeping you from falling off the bed, that and your arch.

"Shhh, Sugar, just stay quiet or i'ma have to do more than just fuck you." Seth's finger meets your mouth as he gently made room to shove them into your mouth, past your lips.

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The vents hummed with cool air. It was midnight. And as You let the dingy oil stain above you hypnotize you. You tried to ignore the undeniable pain in your chest, but you caved in,

You sighed and peeped over your shoulder, looking at Seth.

He was just lying there, not complaining, no snarky comments, or a sarcastic remark; he didn't even try to touch you any more than he had just done. It was like he was just thinking.

And for some reason, that was worse.

Worse than a few hours ago when he showed up at your door's front, desperate, tired, untouched. A year ago, You would've acted angry for a couple more minutes before letting him in your shared apartment, but this time, you let him in on impulse.

Before you could give it another thought Seth curls up behind your back,

A year ago, he would have had his hands around your waist, kissing down your spine until You claimed to not be mad at him anymore for coming home drunk, greasy, and beaten up.

But now there was only distance and a mutual feeling of dread,

The helplessness of what he'll do when you're gone.

"Don't look at me like that" He scoffed. You could feel his breath on the middle of your back.

"like what?" You mumbled, and he gave a dry laugh, "Like you're about to make me leave again."

His words hit you harder than you thought they would.

"I won't," you mumbled, turning to face him

"That's laughable." He looks into your eyes, and you saw the exhaustion in his. The hurt. "Because that's what happened last time."

"Seth-"

"No, just forget it." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply into his palm.

"Do you know how many times I was seconds away from calling you?" He asked quietly, departing his gaze. "How many times I picked my phone up and stared at your contact just to put it back down?"

You swallowed your words, the words you wanted to yell out. To cry out.

"Seth, please-" you pleaded,

"Why couldn't you keep loving me?" His voice cracked around the question "Why'd we have to break up?"

His words pained you to hear, and he always had a way of making you feel things you didn't want to.

"I did love you!" you exclaimed

"Did."

he laughed bitterly once more before he stood up.

"That was the problem, Sugar, you did love me."

You got on your feet as well.

"That's not fair Seth, You know that." You argued

The first time, in a long time, you saw that he was angry.

Not at You.

He was angry with himself.

At the situation he put you both in.

At the fact that after a year, you both didn't know how to stop loving each other.

"Well then, tell me what is fair." He scoffed, "What's fair?"

"'Cause from where I'm looking, I'm tryna forget someone right in front of me."

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You were pushing him out of the room into the dim hallway, and all you could do is be reminded about how it was when you both were dating.

When he came home, bruised, covered, bloody knuckled, and lying about being okay. When you had to care for all his wounds and bruises? When you believed that maybe, just maybe, that it would hurt you less if you both just broke up.

That way you didn't have to seem him like that.

"You think I wanted this?" You yelled, still shoving him through the hall. He didn't fight you back; instead, he just let you push him, while he yelled back.

Seth scoffed, but there wasn't any bite behind it this time.

"I don't know what you want."

"Maybe that's the problem"

Seths eye snapped onto yours

"You never listen" you exclaimed, and admittedly wish you could take you words back,

but its to late now.

"I listened."

"You heard. Those are two different things." Your voice shook slightly, and his jaw clenched.

"I told you that I hated it when you left for days on end, with no message, no letter, no call. Not even a sign! I told you how I hated it when you came back home all you did was apologize,"

your heart broke.

"How it was all just "work", when I was seconds away from filing for a missing person!" You hit his chest.

Seth looked away, letting it happen.

After all, he deserved it.

He didn't deserve you.

"I told you, I loved you," he mumbled.

"I loved you too." You pushed yourself off of him. "I loved you so much that it hurt me."

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I lied, it's no comfort lol. But omg hai, I've been gone for a little while huh, dw I'll post more often, or at least try to.

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[p0pp3t]

you're charming & you're gentle | auron x reader

TAGS: drabble, gn reader, fluff, second person WORD COUNT: 445

“You know, if you wanted me to take you dancing, you could’ve just asked.” Auron’s dress socks pad on the kitchen tile as he shifts about, adjusting the sleeves of his button-up and straightening his suit jacket.

“No, I wanted to take you dancing,”  you retort while making a centerpiece out of the bouquet he’d brought you. “Just because I can’t swing a fancy place like you doesn’t mean I can’t treat you.”

He laughs lightly, which you might’ve taken offense to if you weren’t trying to make this the perfect night. It wasn’t often that Auron was in your apartment, so you thought this date should be special.

The room dim with candlelight and slow music emitting softly from your phone speaker, you did your best to emulate that upscale atmosphere you’d grown so familiar with. You beckon your lover forward to join you at the center of the kitchen floor.

He approaches you. “Yes, Dear?”

You outstretch a hand to him. ”May I have this dance?”

Auron smiles coyly. He takes your hand, warm lips grazing over your knuckles. “Of course.”

Your left hand links comfortably to his right, your other hand resting on his shoulder and his on your waist. The two of you step and twirl and sway for a while, basking in the music and how the firelight dances on your faces. Your lips curl into a small smile. Auron admires you through half-lidded eyes with that softness that always emerged when you were alone together. 

“Something on your mind?” you ask innocently.

“Nothing,” he feigns in jest, his hand now at your back drawing you in that bit closer. “Just how lucky I am.”

“Really? I thought I was the lucky one.”

“Well, if you insist,” he concedes, “I suppose we could both be.”

Auron slows the both of you to a stop, the pause urging you to meet his gaze. Before you can even tilt your head to look at him, though, he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger to press his lips to yours, gentle and reverent. And when he pulls away, you swear that there’s the slightest tinge of rosiness about his cheeks. It’s not like you can tease him for it this time; there’s a warmth rising to your face, too.

You sling your arms around his neck, both of Auron’s hands now at your waist. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to thank you for tonight, Rook. It really has been lovely, even if I’m not usually the one getting… ‘treated.’” 

“Oh,” you coo, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear and cupping his face. “Anything for you.”

[narutwitter]

[ps2boogaloo]

twitter didn't deserve this one

[sydrichie]