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theultracharmingladynoire · 10 months

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#fyeahkatsukiyuuri #yuri on ice #yoiedit #animeedit #yuuri katsuki #anisource #yuri!!! on ice #dailyanimatedgifs #nivi's gifs #q #draft clearout #idk just a random yuuri set

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heavensgateiowa · 1 year

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no because yuri plisetsky would not have been pushed to fight for gold as hard as he did if not for yuuri. it’s his senior debut: to have won the silver would have been extraordinary enough. without victor or yuuri as competitors he has enough time and potential to lap victor as five time world champion. but he doesn’t want that- he’s earnestly challenged by yuuri for the first time in his career and it scares him shitless, but it also gives him something to fight for, something real. he can’t stand the thought of losing that. and so he skates a record breaking routine just so he doesn’t have to lose his favourite rival.

#yuri on ice #drafts clearout #yuri plisetsky #yoi meta

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greymoon · 24 days

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hello there!

my name is grey and welcome to my blog :]

pronouns: she/they/he

my blog isn’t too tidy and i mainly just reblog stuff

I like stuff like pokémon, animal crossing, splatoon, hermitcraft,

but i as a human who contains mutitudes (wowza haha) I have many interests

[ so yeah, i’m a gamer, i like video games ]

music fan

i’m trying to post my own stuff more so...

I use a basic tagging system usually adding grey or g + abbreviation or thing i’m tagging.

e.g: g admires art = me reblogging other people’s art

grey tags games = me doing tag games

g splatoon = me rb-ing splatoon stuff

#intro post #grey's intro #greymoon #can i post this in my drafts clearout too?#gwan sure #g queue #in drafts since #31 dec 2022

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bugtransport · 9 months

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fascinating how both hongo's and hayato's professions (or i guess, areas of study?) deal with trying to understand and communicate the truth but in different ways. the root desire of science is obviously to be able to explain why things work the way they do (and then to take that knowledge and (hopefully) apply it to making things better) but journalism as well is also aims to do to the same thing just typically on a more... anthropological level i guess? they both go about it in ways that fit their personalities.

#okay here we go the draft clearout starts #something something and it's a very human goal to want to achieve... even though they are bugmen #making spaghetti

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oiseau--jaune · 3 months

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mfw these gays are trying to murder me

#drafts clearout #me.jpeg #cerne giant

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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"I was trapped in the wardrobe while they had sex. I accidently waited so long that it was just weird to leave until they were finished." please, this could be really funny 😂

AYE YO. I WAS CLEARING OUT MY DRAFTS AND LOOK WHAT I FOUND BURIED? I totally forgot about this, I think I never posted because I never proofread it, and I still haven’t, but now I just don’t care. enjoy whatever mess this is because I remember writing it on my phone!

psa to all. this is not prompts reopening, this is just me having a clearout of my asks/drafts! don't send me more!

When Azriel walked in, you became acutely aware of it before you could actually see him. You always just knew when he was nearby, the tingle on the back of your neck that travelled down your spine, the flutter in your chest, the way your thoughts seemed to scatter away temporarily. As your thoughts moved to him, you lost your place on the page, the story fading away.

Glancing up and waiting for him to appear, you were more than shocked that the usual stoic mask he wore was entirely absent, and instead, a look of horror and distress painted onto his features. He stared blankly into the room, shoulders slumped and eyes positively haunted.

"Az... sweetie, you okay?" He swallowed, throat bobbing, and his eyes finally moved from the fire to you on the couch before it. You closed your book after marking the page, setting it aside as he just stared. "You wanna' talk about whatever it is?"

"I... I was pranking Cassian." He paused, turning to face you a little more, and with a few quick steps, he shuffled across the room to perch on the arm of the large chair opposite you. "Y'know, to get back at him for replacing all my holsters with hot pink ones last month."

"I remember." It took everything you had not to giggle at the memory, it had been a full day before Azriel had found where Cassian had hidden the rest. A full day of watching your friend parade around strapped up in too-small hot-pink leather, tight around all those black-clad muscles and golden skin. It may have been a prank on Azriel but it was a treat for you.

"Well, I was in his closet. Cutting all his training shirts into crop tops." He shifted, eyes flickering away from your own as heat rose to his cheeks, wings drooping even further down as he practically hunched in on himself. It was so unlike him, and you were invested. "But.. Cass came back early. I had to stay in the closet and hide. He wasn't alone. Nesta was with him. They.."

"Started bangin'?"

Azriel cringed, looking as though he was traumatised by it. "It went on for so long. I heard their bodies make sounds I never want to hear again. I heard Cassian say things I never wanted to hear my brother say. I witnessed things that will leave me sleepless for-" You hid your giggle behind your book, squeezing your eyes shut and his words snapped off at your laughter. "It's not funny!"

"Why didn't you just, y'know, do your little shadow-winnow thingy out of there?"

"Oh, gee, I wish I thought of that!" He rolled his eyes at you, but the way he was resisting a smile flicking at the edges of his lips made you grin even wider. "Oh, wait, I did! Cassian obviously knew I was gonna' get him back, he must've figured it would involve some kind of magic or spell, because he warded his room. I went in on foot, I had to leave on foot. I was trapped!"

"Oh, Gods.." You were cracking up again, and he whined -whined! - like a petulant child, only furthering your amusement.

"I'm so glad you're finding joy in my misery. I'll never be the same."

"Oh, poor Azzy." You put on a pout, despite your chest still shaking a little with laughter. "C'mere, you want me to hug it better?"

You held your arms out to him, wiggling your fingers dramatically, and he huffed. The same indignant sound he always made, and you waited for him to slip on his I'm-so-manly mask, and tell you he didn't need a hug. Instead, he moved forwards, one knee on the edge of the couch beside your calves, plucking the book that lay abandoned on your chest and discarding it, before replacing it with his head as he collapsed down against you.

You sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as you felt him get comfortable, knowing that underneath his cheek was your racing heart, that there was no doubt he could feel it going crazy. His arms circled your waist, settling his body between your thighs until he was letting out a heavy sigh. Clearly comfortable now, his body melted into your own as your arms wrapped lightly around him, one hand smoothing up and down his spine between his wings slowly.

Your other hand twitched, neglected and feeling useless, drawn to touching him as he finally caved into whatever line you two had been dancing for over a year now. If he could let his walls down, you could too. Running your fingers once, experimentally, through his hair, he hummed happily under his breath at the feeling, tipping his head up fractionally into your touch to silently request more.

You weren't sure how long passed, how long it took you to finally calm the racing of your heart, the spinning of your mind.

It could have been hours or even days that you lay there, running your fingers through his hair, dragging your fingers over the muscle between his wings in soothing patterns.

"I've always thought you have such nice tits."

"What- I- Azriel!"

“I’m just saying! I’ve been lay on them for like twenty minutes now!” He chuckled but didn’t shift off of you, even though you were sure the flush from your face was travelling down to your chest, under his cheek. “This is nice. I don’t feel so stressed anymore. I should lay on your tits more often.”

“Hey!” You have a sharp tug to his hair, a punishment for the teasing lilt to his voice, and he groaned, lifting his head as your fingers started smoothing through the locks again.

There was a playful look on his face, something dangerous in eyes, not at all what your expected for your little act, and your breath hitched. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips as he stared, your breath hitching. You and Azriel had been flirting, dancing around this thing for so long now you could barely remember when it started, and you were waiting for him. Waiting for him to make the first move, to be ready for more. You’d always been his, everyone knew it too, it was just waiting on him to make the move.

He shifted a little closer, until his lips were brushing yours, a teasing drag, testing the waters. Your fingers smoothed through his hair, a gentle caress until you were no longer gripping, fingers smoothing lightly over the back of his head instead.

“Az…”

Your whisper was silenced, his lips crashing down into yours as that final thread of resistance snapped. It snapped so wonderfully, so cataclysmically, one hand smoothing up your body until leaving you entirely, pressing into the couch by your shoulder to hold himself up. The kiss was intoxicating, your head spinning with every slow drag of his lips against your own, every soft pant of your name he let out, every swipe of his tongue.

Your nails scratched against his scalp, a shaky moan too, when he sucked tour lower lip gently, pulling away only to take ragged, gasping breaths. With foreheads pressed together and your eyes still closed, you could practically feel his smile, his nose nudging yours.

“Let’s never stop doin’ that, okay?”

“I think I could agree to that.” You whispered back, hand slipping down to his face, thumb running between, across his lips softly. His eyes finally opened, pulling back enough to sparkle at you lovingly, brows raising a little at the mischievous look you were sure was on your face. “I think, you need a little revenge on Cass and Nes.”

“Oh, yeah?” He dipped down, unable to help himself from stealing a few further kisses from your lips, despite your giggling and smiling. “How am I gonna’ do that?”

“We.” You hitched a leg up, locking it at his waist, his wings flaring and eyes darkening a little as you pushed his hips down into your own. Every little bit of your bodies was touching, the evidence of his arousal clearly grinding into your now, and his other hand flew back to from your thigh. “Dinner time soon, and guess who has to walk right through this living room to get to the dining room. I say we give them a little show of our own.”

His wings spread a little further, shielding you from the outside world entirely. “Only I get to see you fall apart, baby, but I want you to wake them up with your screams.”

#azriel x reader

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moonbeammuses · 4 days

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// gonna be doing a clearout of old things. Ive been trying to write here for a few days and I keep trying to go through my drafts and my inbox beause there's a lot there I love the potential of, but realistically if i want to come back I need a cleaner slate than this, if not entirely wiped. So I'm gonna be clearing old things and removing muses i no longer muse, maybe adding a few new faces to try out that ive been writing on Discord with my bestie.

All this to say i'm trying (again) to come back. My life is still on fire and things are still really stressful but i can access my pc and it has reliable enough internet for writing so here i am. trying again.

I have two questions:

Who do I see about c.om.mis.ioning a new promo?

and how do i cut posts? 😭

#{{ ooc }}#{{ blog update }}

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cosmicloved · 1 year

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OKAY! i'm gonna be doing a quick draft clearout bc it's honestly just a total mess in there (between old threads, faceclaim posts i've never reblogged, unfinished headcanons and just other shit i've been hoarding) so that i can hopefully have an easier time starting back up here when i'm less busy! i'm aiming to get some stuff done here before uni finishes next month but, certainly after that, i'm gonna use the excess of free time i'll have to revamp things here a little. i'm gonna say it'll be a SOFT revamp bc i don't actually want to reset everything nor can i be arsed moving blogs but i do want to try and give this blog a bit of a fresh start / a boost bc it's been very slowgoing and i miss being here! <3

but, to start off, clearing out my drafts is also going to include dropping most of the threads still in there, just so i can come back with a clearer mind? i WILL be keeping certain threads that either really stick out to me or for which i have a very clear idea of how to reply; this is not a comment on the threads i am dropping, i just always feel abt dropping a lot of stuff at once but i know i need to draw a line for my own good. most of the replies i owe are pretty overdue so you're under no obligation to keep a thread if i do reply though. gotta clean out inactive followers and broken mutuals and stuff too, i think. anywaaaaaaaaaaaay, i'll be working on cleaning the blog up between this assignment i have due for tomorrow & then i'll have to focus on what i have due for next week. thank you again for being so patient with me given how much of a total clusterfuck this blog has been lately.

p.s: i would apologise for how long every ooc update i make is but i think it's probably just better for me to accept that i don't know how or when to shut up & just own that fact. disclaimer for anybody following me is that i love to say so many words all the time.

#« 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (ᴏᴏᴄ) » / 「 ooc. 」#the gif isn't relevant i just really like it #he's just a little guy

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 1 year

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I think after Halloween, I’m gonna do a clearout of my drafts. rid myself of asks that I’m finding myself struggling to answer, partially answered or not

there’s so many good ones in there that I want to answer and I have ideas for, but I can’t form the words I need to in order to answer them properly and it’s just making me frustrated and I just can’t answer them right now, and seeing them sitting there is only delaying my ability to answer them right now

I’ve got a Halloween-related ask I’ll be posting on the 31st and after that, everything’s getting cleared out and we’re starting with a fresh slate!

I’ll make a new post then, and then fingers crossed I’ll get some asks that’ll get the creative writing juices flowing again C:

#//mundeez nuts

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2dnos · 2 years

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