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aquilamage · 1 year

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keep thinking about this fic over and over in my head so putting it up. little bit of just having fun, little bit of projection, little bit of headcanons Featuring leif and vi and my love of their interactions. human fables au because I was specifically thinking about them and hair.

Vi would never, ever admit it out loud (not after she’d fought tooth and nail for a shift, against Kabbu’s protests that she was “still growing” and whatever, and still only been allowed half of one, always at the beginning of the night), but keeping watch was boring. It had hardly been any time at all and she was already halfway towards clawing at the walls of the little recess they’d camped out in. And it wasn’t going to get much better because nothing ever happened.

So she was experimenting with her beemerang (the new feature was great, but ooh, once she got that new password she was going to have words with Shades). Right now it was trying to get a feel for stopping it midair when she tossed it up.

The bonus of doing that now was that no one else was there to see when she messed up. Especially the time she got smacked in the face and hissed a word that would have made Kabbu gasp.

She’d just recovered from that enough to start looking for where her beemerang had fallen when she heard a shuffling in the direction of the camp.

Energy surging, she dashed over, only to find it was only Leif turning over in their sleeping bag. She groaned. “Figures.”

But when she finally found the beemerang (in some tall grass) and got back to her original lookout spot, Leif was tossing around more, mumbling something in their sleep. Which was none of her business. And she would have kept on ignoring it until they stopped or her shift was over, but the noise was starting to get on her nerves, quiet enough you couldn’t really hear it, but loud enough you knew it was there.

So she got up and walked to stand over Leif. She watched them for another minute in case they decided to pick just then to stop.

No such luck. With a heavy sigh, Vi prodded them in the side with her foot.

Vi couldn’t say exactly what happened in the ensuing moments, except that there was some yelling and flailing on both their ends, ending with her on the ground with both legs frozen (one just past the knee, the other almost to the hip) and Leif crouched forward as well they could while still in the sleeping bag, another spell dancing on their fingertips.

Their mutual staredown was broken by a soft noise they both immediately looked toward. Kabbu shifted, sleepily mumbled something, and then settled back to sleep.

Leif gave an extended, heavy sigh, and curled up into themself.

“You’re welcome,” Vi grumbled, scrabbling around for a rock to start chipping away at the ice.

They didn’t react until the first sharp crack, whereupon they stared for a second before moving over and starting on her other leg.

“This would be a lot easier if you could actually control the ice once you make it.” She’d said it for the sake of saying it, no real heat behind it – she still meant it as much as the first time, during a practice incident, but wasn’t feeling it the same. Still, she’d expected them to snip back with something (last time, xe’d replied that when xe found the source of xyr powers, xe would bring that up).

So when they didn’t respond at all, she knew something was wrong. Ugh. “Do you need to- to talk about it, or whatever?”

They just made a noncommittal noise, so she slapped their arm.

The ambient temperature dropped as they glared at her. “What was that for?”

“I’m trying to help, and you’re...I don’t know, but you’re not paying attention!” She tried to yank her foot the rest of the way out, only to slam her ankle against a piece of it. “Get me out of here so I can wake Kabbu up.”

“That’s not…” They hesitated. “We don’t need to bother him about this.” They combed a hand through their hair. “Just...a bad dream, less than pleasant memories.”

When she was free, Vi walked unsteadily to a rock high enough for her to sit and kick her legs out, sticking her hands under her arms to warm them.

After a few minutes, she noticed that while Leif had gotten back into their sleeping bag, they were sitting up against the wall, both hands playing with their hair. She would give one more effort, and then they were on their own. “You should probably go back to sleep.”

They sighed. “At the moment, it would only become a repeat of our previous state, which we’re not exactly interested in.”

“...Okay.” She turned back to the lot of nothing happening outside their camp.

The back of her neck prickled, and though she tried to ignore it, eventually she had to turn and face Leif’s watching her. “What?”

They looked down. “May we ask a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Would you do our hair for us?”

“What?...Why?” They couldn’t do it themself? It looked fine, anyway.

“We used to ask M-” Leif froze, going quiet for a long time before saying, hoarsely, “We find it soothing.”

She stared at them.

“You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“No, that’s- I just- ...soothing?” As a child, she’d thrown fits when anyone so much as adjusted flyaways. Even as she grew up, haircuts had been an ordeal of tensing her whole body to stay still and hold in a scream while she endured the sensation.

“Yes?”

Weird, but whatever, she guessed. “Bring my sleeping bag over with you.”

She folded it over into a cushion on the ground as Leif sat in front of her. Taking the brush, she started.

Barely any time after, they reached back and stopped her. “Is that really how you brush your hair?”

“Uh, yeah?” She just did whatever to make sure it looked decent and didn’t have knots.

They sighed. “Try like this.”

She copied as best she could, and they didn’t correct her, so it must be okay at least. Even at a glance, it was impossible to miss how much hair Leif had, going almost all the way down their back, but seeing was still different from handling it. For one, it wasn’t as heavy as she’d expected, from her own thick hair as baseline. But still, even without any snarls or anything to work out, it took a while to brush the whole of it.

She definitely took it slower than needed, but it was something to do, and much more tolerable on this end. Besides, once she’d started properly, Leif had relaxed dramatically.

When she did finish, they stayed still for a little longer, took a slow, deep breath, and said, “Thank you.”

Vi shrugged, then remembered they couldn’t see her. “Sure.”

Another soft lull.

“Would it be too much to assume you know how to braid?”

She huffed. She’d never really done one, but how hard could it be?

...Apparently quite a bit, she realized after a while. She knew it was three pieces, and then you wrapped them around each other, so she’d gotten that far. But then she’d started to think it was too loose, and then she’d tried a different pattern, and somewhere in there she ended up with a fourth section of hair. Now she was just trying to undo the whole thing and failing spectacularly at even that.

Her tugs must have gotten rougher, because Leif turned to look over their shoulder. “What are you doing?”

With a groan, she flopped onto the ground. “I don’t actually know how to braid, okay?”

They pulled their hair to the front so they could see it better and burst out laughing.

“Shut up!” Pressing her hands over her eyes, she kicked at them. “It’s not that bad!”

“No, it’s worse,” they gasped. “We don’t think we could do this if we tried.”

“Fight me.”

“We’ll pass.”

She kicked them again, although not as hard.

When Vi finally sat up, they’d worked out the worst of it. “Do you want to learn how to actually braid?”

“You’re just offering so you can bother me into doing it for you later.”

They shrugged, smirking.

“Yeah. Teach me.”

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Leif rolled out of the inn bed and stumbled through the dark toward the bathroom. Groggily, she noted the faint light under the closed door. As she raised a hand to knock, she heard a litany of muttered curses, clearly in Vi’s voice.

She knocked.

A yelp, the sound of something falling. “What?”

Resting his head against the door with a clunk, Leif said, “Does your crisis require you to stay in there?”

“Wha- I’m not- Back off and mind your own business!”

“We would but we have to pee.”

“Ugh!” A lot of shuffling and a couple more curses later, Vi opened the door, a towel draped over her head and shoulders, and shoved past him.

When he was done, he found her sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling the towel tight around her head as she stared at the door. As soon as he opened it, she tried to dash back in.

But Leif stayed in the doorway, blocking her. “What did you do to your hair?”

“Nothing.” She ducked down to crawl between her legs.

He let Vi, and used the opportunity to yank the towel off her head.

Barely stifling a shriek, she tried to shove him back into the bedroom.

But he just dropped his weight, leaning against her. When she stumbled back, he pulled the door closed behind them.

She’d hastily replaced the towel, and was glaring up at him.

Yeah, she didn’t want to do this either, but something was up, and she couldn’t tell if it was Vi’s natural stubborn reticence about even tiny stuff, or an actual issue. “We can do this the easy way and you talk to me, or the hard way, where I go wake Kabbu up.”

Somehow her glare managed to intensify even more. As they stared each other down, Leif noticed her eyes were red, skin around them a little blotchy.

After long enough that she was about to go for Kabbu, Vi spoke up. “I was cutting my hair and I messed up a little, and I didn’t want you to see because it looks stupid and you’d be joking about it for the next month.” Crossing her arms, she huffed. “There. Now get out.”

A whole month? No, that wasn’t the important part right now. “Why were you cutting your hair in the middle of the night?”

“Hey! I’ve been cutting my own hair since-” She stiffened, then went back to even more shouty. “for a while now. I know what I’m doing!”

The rhetort ‘and yet you managed to mess up on it’ came so easily it almost flowed right from his brain to his tongue before he even knew it had formed. But he stopped himself. That was only going to put her on more of a defensive. “We didn’t mean it like that. Why now?”

Vi narrowed her eyes, but responded. “It was getting long, and I didn’t have the chance to do it the past couple days with camping out, and then we said about getting an early start, so I wanted to get it done while I had a chance.” As she spoke, she became increasingly worked up, until she was flailing her arms as she added, “Why do you even care?”

Because she was his friend. Maybe not to the most common meaning, and certainly not as mushy as Kabbu meant it when he said it, but. She’d stuck with them when it really counted, and despite all of her other talk of seeking a reward for the slightest help, hadn’t spoken a word like that when he’d made his request or since. She’d been supportive, comforting even over the past few days as he processed the revelations about...about his family.

And over the past few days, he and Kabbu had watched her become more withdrawn and irritable the closer they got to the Bee Kingdom. It didn’t seem likely to be a coincidence this was happening the night they’d arrived on the outskirts. She was his friend, and he was going to help her whether she liked it or not.

She leaned back against the door. “First of all, we’re extremely nosy. And, despite everything, we do give a shit about you.” The curse got the tiniest huff of amusement out of Vi. Kabbu still had a thing about watching their language around her, but the way Leif figured it, she was seventeen and had been on her own for who knew how long, interacting with some...questionable figures (if this “Shades” she’d mentioned but refused to elaborate on was anything like they seemed). Besides, she wasn’t using anything she hadn’t already heard Vi use.

Vi didn’t snap about it, but neither did she say anything else even after a bit of time.

“Do you feel confident fixing your hair on your own?”

“I’m not going to a hair place,” Vi spat.

So, no. “Well, we’re not going to let you embarrass us by going out looking like a disaster, so something has to get done about it.” Softening minutely, he added, “We also have some experience with this. If you let us help, we promise not to tease you about how it looks.”

She eyed him, then finally yanked the towel off, throwing it in his face.

Her hair was bad. Before, it had been halfway between her chin and shoulders, a single unstyled length, often teetering on the edge of acceptably neat. Now...it varied in length from hardly any shorter in bits of the back to a section in the front left side that was maybe a couple inches, the rest with no pattern to it.

There was really only one way for that to have happened, and thinking about it made Leif want to throw her scissors out the window, wrap her in a blanket until she couldn’t move, and sandwich her between himself and Kabbu until she told them what was going on. The ferocity of it scared him a little.

Instead, Leif sat on the floor, sighing dramatically and putting her head in her hands to disguise any outward reaction she might have had and to give herself a moment to calm down and think about what to actually do. “...What were you attempting to get it to look like?”

Vi gave her a look that said she was at least a fraction as on to her as she was Vi. “At first I was just gonna make it shorter, like usual.” She made a motion at about the height of her earlobe. “But I remembered I don’t actually like how that looks…” she ducked her head “or feels, either. I just wanted it to be shorter, now, and…” She didn’t move for almost a minute before she whispered, “I don’t know.”

Cautiously, Leif scooted around until she was next to Vi, brushing shoulders. “How short would make you happy with it?”

She stared at him, razor-sharp. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No?”

“What if I said I wanted to shave my head?” Still glaring.

Leif shrugged. “It’s your hair, although I’d insist you let someone else do it this time. Do you?”

Her eyes went wide. Then, she abruptly turned her head away. “...No. But I know I want most of this” she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged on it “gone.”

“But not an exact style?”

She shook her head.

Leif thought for a moment. “How much creative liberty do you trust us with?”

In response, she turned just enough to narrow her eyes at him.

“If you really hate it, we’ll buy you lunch for three days.”

“A week.”

“...Fine.” She got up, stepping towards the door. “Don’t do anything else to it until we come back.”

“What? Where are you going?”

She leaned on the doorknob. “Are we correct in assuming you don’t have hair clippers?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Then we’re going to that all-hours store and hoping they have some, or we’ll have to change our plans or wait until morning.”

They did, fortunately, and she got back in something like a reasonable amount of time. From there, she dragged the desk chair into the bathroom in front of the sink and sat Vi down in it.

As she was getting things set up, Vi handed her a pair of regular scissors.

“What?” Her mind went blank, thrown.

“You still gotta cut it down the regular way first, right?”

“Yes, but-” Horror dawned. “You’ve been using these to cut your hair?”

“What else would I use?”

“Hair scissors?!”

She stared at him through the mirror. “That’s a thing?”

Leif sat down for a minute. When he’d settled, he put away Vi’s scissors and took out the ones from the set.

He started by assessing the damage. Fortunately, there wasn’t much he’d actually have to work around, given the dramatic length change. But as he was pinning a section, he realized something and paused. “What’s the matter? Is something pulling too hard?”

“No. It’s fine.” Vi was tensed as if in pain, eyes squeezed shut. “Just. Keep going.”

Then Leif remembered her reaction to them asking her to do their hair a few days ago. Ah. “Here.” He forced the scissors into her hand. “Shorter hairstyles mean cutting more often, and we don’t want to get stuck doing it for you every single time. So we’re going to show you.”

He did finish the sectioning off, showing her where he was doing it, but then he let her loose with the scissors on the rest. When told she should take it down to about an inch, she went about it with a glee that was infectious.

After that, she got the clippers, explaining how they worked. She did one little section herself so Vi could see, and then put her hand on top of Vi’s to guide, talking her through getting the trickier spots and angles, and where to step so the line between this and the pinned length wouldn’t be jagged.

“How do you know all this stuff anyway?” Vi asked when they’d taken a break (she’d complained about her hand getting numb, and Leif had to agree).

“We did try this, once. It turned out not to be what we wanted, but there was also a point where we had it partially short with the rest long.”

When they finished with the clippers, Leif took out the pins and guided her through scissor-trimming the rest.

Vi had watched the whole process happen, so Leif figured if she had any complaints she would have already voiced them. Loudly. Still, after he’d taken the towel off her shoulders and rubbed a clean side over her head to get rid of more of the loose hairs, he told her to give it a final look-over.

“We picked something where you can use product to style the longer part, but it looks fine if you don’t,” he said as he swept up the hair from the floor as best he could. There was a lot of it, but at least most of it was larger pieces. He was going to have to remember to leave a good tip for the housekeeper. “So you’ll have to let us know if you want to get some. But does it at least look acceptable for now?”

Silence. Leif looked up, and realized she was staring into the mirror, frozen. With a sigh, she tossed the hair in the garbage and stood. “What, did we really do that horrible-”

And then she saw Vi’s expression.

Her eyes were wide, staring at her reflection, mouth ever so slightly open. With both hands, she combed through the ‘longer’ portion on top. A smile, and a single tear ran down her face.

“So it’s good?”

She flinched away from Leif, apparently just remembering she was there. “It’s fine.” She tried to shrug it off, but her voice was far too choked up to manage it. (Not to mention the way her eyes softened as she rubbed at the buzzed portion at the back). One of her breaths caught, and she scowled. “You’re still buying me lunch.”

Leif smirked. “You’re welcome.”

#an aquila original #my writing #vi bug fables #leif bug fables #bug fables #fanfiction #also I wrote this before I got anywhere in chapter 3 so there's a few details I would probably have done different if I wrote it later #only thing I actually edited was that initially leif told vi if she didn't like the cut she could shove them in the river #and given the later bits about both their traumas around water that was just plain completely not gonna work for me anymore #only other minor thing would be I've been considering if Vi would actually know how to braid because occasionally jaune let her do hers #I've also been working on an alternate version of the second part. but not because I don't agree with how it went anymore #but because there's a second interesting to me option where they do go to a hair place and I wanna amuse myself with it

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arr-jim-lad · 1 year

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at this point im so mentally worn out that it genuinely feels like im about to have a minor breakdown in face of the smallest possible inconvenience

i've been so consistently feeling so miserable that i feel like my hair being pink is the only thing keeping me within any semblance of sanity

#2 days ago i almost cried bc i really wanted to make a paperdoll for my DIO zine but i hated everything i drew #i spent 3 hours almost finishing one just to realize i fucking hated it #so i decided to drop the entire thing because i physically and mentally just Couldn't Do It Anymore #i'm so exhausted at this point. this project has completely drained me. im so tired im so tired im so tired #i thought to myself like ok so the special edition zine won't have a paperdoll i still have other stuff #i thought the paperdoll was a really fun idea and i felt so fucking upsetting to let it go but y'know there's the other things #....... so today i got the prototype keychains.#which i needed to make promotional photos on monday #so that people who want to order the special edition zine would know exactly what they're buying #and of course: Vograce Printed The Keychains Wrong #the design was supposed to have some see-through layers which were even clearly included on the design proof THEY sent me #but the keychains just... don't have it. there are no see-through layers. they are just normal coloured layers.#so now i have keychain prototypes that don't look as they should and ok sure i CAN technically still do the photos with these #but the keychain won't look as it should and that bothers me #and i dont want to wait anymore bc i really want to open preorders next week #but i'll have to order prototypes AGAIN bc i still really need to see how the actual keychain would look when it's done right #i'm so tired i am so fucking tired i am so exhausted #i am just. fully expecting to see my printer on monday just to be told he hasn't even opened my email and hasn't printed anything #i was waiting all day for a guy to install better internet for me #i was told he will come today at 11:30 #at 1PM i call my internet provider to ask them where the fuck he is #they tell me. 'oh did you not get a message that his visit was rescheduled to 21st?'#i did not. i received no such message. i've already been waiting A MONTH for this faster internet. and now i'll be waiting another 10 day #btw these keychains? i was also waiting all day for the postman to call me and let me know he's at my building #so that i could go get the package #bc our postmen decided that actually they don't want to deliver packages anymore YOU have to go out and get them #he did not call me. he had my number btw. he just didn't call me. he just left a note in my mailbox #meaning that i had to go to the post myself like 5 hours later because that's when packages return to the post office #there were like two more vents in the tags but tumblr nerfed me #bitching about all this in the tags made me feel a little better tbh

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skyteglad · 9 months

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the latest aita is making me sad. the teeth one. because like... when i was a kid, i was told to have braces! and that i'd need an eventual surgery! and because i didn't want to, my parents didn't make me.

that surgery would've changed my life. i'm not fucking kidding. i'm pretty sure 75% of my physical disabilities stem from not getting that surgery. and by the time i was able to bring up trying to have corrective work again, i was two years from losing my insurance, and my parents procrastinated. now it seems like a pipe dream it'll ever happen.

i get being resentful of your parents forcing you to do things you don't want to do, but god damn, if mine had actually really pushed me into getting braces, my life would be so much different and so much better.

#riot.txt #personal #vent #sorry i'm just. really emotional and maybe a lil triggered #bc SO MUCH of my physical and mental health problems can be stemmed to my jaw #and my teeth.#bc i didn't get that surgery i can't swallow easily. i can't take medication i severely need. my back and neck are bent in ways i can't und #due to lack of breathing. i can't sit up straight bc i can't breathe and that's caused so much damage to me!#if they'd have pushed me into caring for my teeth and my body it would've saved me SO much heartache and pain. i'll have no way of knowing #how different life would be #but i know for a FACT i wouldn't have certain issues i have now... i'd be on mental health medication i wouldn't have chronic pain i'd be #able to function in society without feeling like a burden who'll never be able to get on social security #idk im jst... PLEASE iff you have the chance to have orthopedic work done - DO IT.#if your PARENTS are going to be footing the bill and have good insurance i PROMISE thats a fucking blessing #bc i can't work anymore and the surgery i need that might fix a lot of my life is in the tens of thousands without insurance that i cant bu #anyways sorry to ramble n trauma dump but its my blog and if ANYONE sees this and it helps them or convinces them to get work done while #they can then. idk. feels worth it to be vulnerable :'3 #EDIT: also like... if they'd forced me sure i'd be resentful #but ykw i am rn? even more resentful for the intense medical neglect that stemmed from 'well he doesn't want to so lets not make him'#most kids don't want to go to the doctor. maybe if they'd taken me regularily to a fucking doctor i'd have more answers for what's wrong wm #like... god i'd have hated braces then bc ofc i would i was a kid #but i hate even more now knowing just how fucking NEGLECTED i was as a kid bc they let me make my own choices by going the hands off approa #iunno. anyways. nah on that aita. you're allowed to be upset and resent him for it but GOD he is not an asshole for caring about you #'your body your choice' does not apply here at all. i'm so sorry to tell u this. fdkgfdhgkjdgd #EDIT 2: didn't even MENTION the fact i have dehibilitating chronic migraines and headache that i suspect are directly tied to my poor denta #health!! LIKE. AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK FOR THE ENTIRE DAY #SOMETIMES (OFTEN) MUTLIPLE TIMES A WEEK.#i only JST NOW got access to medicatio to help w it and i CAN'T. SWALLOW. THE MEDICATION THAT PREVENTS THE MIGRAINE FROM GETTING WORSE #I CAN ONLY SWALLOW THE DAILY MED... BC ITS _SO FUCKING TINY_.#aahghghfgdfhgdfjd -puts face in hands-

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evakant · 2 years

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my life's one long string of "surely i won't be alive next year" and then i wake up one day and it's a year later and, what do you know, i'm still alive

#funny how that works.#besides. actually. it's one long string of 'surely i won't be alive next year so why work towards something or choose something. i'll just #fossilize here when the time comes' and yeah like i said one year later and i am not even on step one of becoming a fossil #i can't fossilize because i am stagnating. that makes me a swamp.#as a note i am not suicid/al i just think being alive is a bother and i didn't ask for it and if i had a choice i wouldn't have said yes #but not in a kms kind of way just in a surely this can stop now way #in a 'okay this isn't funny anymore and hasn't been for a while way'#listen idk how to explain it just know i'm good and not at risk and #making silly little text posts is basically old timey doctor putting leeches in my brain to fix this #you know bloodletting!#i shouldn't post this i'm drafting it lmao #negativity /#suicide mention /#just in case #edit: that one post from before reminded me i had this in my drafts and yeah! lmao love it love the swampiness of it all #if you read this at all (you shoulnd't) but if you do and are worried despite me saying i'm fine:#genuinely truly really i am okay! i don't need to be cheered up i don't need help of any sort! i'm alright!#and i can bet you i'll still be alive next year! let's all meet up on this post one year from now <3 #fra.txt

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chubs-deuce · 2 years

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current mood featuring cryptic sona me

#this is tbh less abt me feeling bad and more about the overwhelm of realizing how much I have on my plate in longterm creative commitments #and then my brain deciding to attach itself to silly space kitty and her passively disgruntled alien friend #while I'm only 6 pages away from meeting the update backlog threshhold soe we can update the comic #while I have 3 other longterm projects on the side still waiting to get worked on #I have like 8 videos I have yet to edit and make thumbnails for #6 crochet projects I keep working on only sporadically #and then that AT AU fic I've gotten stuck halfway into chapter 9 on #not to mention the patreon I never touch and refuse to advertise for this very reason #bc I feel super guilty knowing they pay money to see things but never get to see things bc my adhd ass can't do the brainage thing at will #like I'm just involuntarily too flakey #this is also why I don't do commissions anymore #though I might open up some slots for lil icons some time that could be fun #not between lots of travels and art fight tho lmao #also pray for me when the comic actually starts updating again to keep up the work pace #at least a smidge #and that people will actually enjoy what they see #I worked so fucking hard on that shit man I'll cry if someone says something mean #chubs stop rambling in the tags again already #chubs rambles #shitpost

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5uptic · 2 years

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#getting caught up on the twitter stuff and hsjdndjdj i live for people being petty. please continue it is very funny #i have a lot of opinions but let me say this. i used to like his chat better than ***'s chat. but i think it's just a smidge better #and that's saying a lot if you know me #anyways..... come over to tumblr! we'd love a bigger community here <3 #(and don't send me asks about this because i won't reply. i'm just watching this from the sidelines)#....edit nvm. don't come over here. i actually don't want you guys here #and yes we are superior. because we don't give a fuck. and streamer/mods are not over here <3 #jerma voice: every single person is my enemy #okay even more edits here we go #it's so funny to me how appalled people seem to be at the existence of cr/wfu fic #and everytime they stumble upon them it's like. they legit clutch their pearls #i have been in tumblr since i was 13 years old. nothing is sacred for me anymore i guess #it's a bit of a generational divide i think. (god is this an inside joke LOL)#I MEAN i would say that but these people are 19-22???#and then talk about 'boundaries' like no. stev said he didn't want to SEE people use his face as pfp bc its awk #but hes not in tumblr. so why would i not do it... like i'm saying haha fuck steve i have no respect for him this is why i run this blog #like no????? tw/tter culture is just so deranged in all the worst ways #i hate how common the phrase 'touch grass' is because it is very annoying and people just use it whenever but. but #sometimes people forget how human behavior works like and it is most apparent on twitter #we all have to work on that. God Bles.#this has been my manifesto alright

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astrxealis · 2 years

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tbh i might. actually get into rp sometime. specifically ffxiv ngl and tbh probably not .. In Game (too shy) but online is cool w me! idk. how to start tho

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚#i have been spending a LOT of time again on xiv recently. like yeah i play every week but recently it is. 8+ hours a day HBGHSDHGB #dw i still take care of myself and do homework all on time! my head IS starting to hurt a bit tho so i will definitely make up on sleep!#so yeah i am really aghhghhghghghg i want ffxiv friends really badly! except it's rlly hard for me to. be Yeah in game. online is easier #in a way ... but i don't really know how to start or where to look :< but i do want to start posting writing and all so uhh tumblr and ao3!#& be more active on twt >_< hm. hmmhmmhm and rp right ......... i will. ????#look bcs its awkward for me with rp. i dont dislike ppl who rp or rp itself but i cannot really imagine myself in it anymore!#ever since i was a kid HBJSHBDJGH. good (debatable but yes) ol' days. but yeah rp accts... so pretty......#i wna get into graphics more! and also editing and coding and wtvr more and more! but there's also my social and school life!#i think this is like that period in summer jst b4 school where there feels like sm i want to do again... </3 i will try my best to manage!!

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heavenknowsffs · 3 months

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hey, i'm sorry about your situation where you didn't get paid for that gig. if it helps, maybe you could generate a contract prior to agreeing to do any job. i'm not an expert at contract making, but having a contract would bind the person towards paying you for your services. your photos are really good and you should be compensated for them.

Hey hun thank you for the message i appreciate the sentiment 💕

It's a bit more complicated than that unfortunately, in this case i was working for my own publication so i'd ideally have to pay myself.

On the other hand if i make up a contract or even ask for payment i won't get the gigs at all so it's between working for free or not having anyrhing to show for it. 🥲

#i keep doing it because it brings ppl to my page and hopefully one day i'll be able to do this full time #and also bc i do get to see a lot of shows for free #i don't get too fussed about it tho and go out to enjoy the show and i'm not strictly like take photo edit and send you know #like i will not do a 24h turn around for a gig i wasn't paid for and yeah i'll drink 2 or 3 beers or more if it's a fest #like i'm not going out of my way to look more professional or wtv bc in the end i'm there for myself only #also there's the deal of artists wanting some pics i took and not wanting to pay or trying to book me for free #and that i won't take anymore. it's either you do it or get someone to take phone pics of the show 🤷🏽‍♀️#but yeah i will always complain about this bc our work is not appreciated #even here on tumblr how many ppl repost without even crediting the photog :/ it takes 2 minutes fr

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lxnarphase · 3 months

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i'll give you the fire i keep inside ๋࣭ ⚝

up to the challenge : ⌞no nut november⌝ edition [ pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 ]

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, praise kink, begging, premature ejaculation, clothed sex, whiny reader (gojo), smug reader (geto), satoru overestimating himself, suguru 'just the tip' geto

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : it's nowhere near november, but i need to write this. it's based off an old post of mine from 4 years ago! so, i have no excuse 🖤

✧ g. satoru lasts : 2 days

oh, satoru is so confident that he'll easily make it through the entirety of november. the moment he coos to you about how excited he is to participate in 'no nut november' as a challenge against suguru, he's walking around with his chest puffed out. however, he doesn't take into account that you'd be a little upset after he tells you, thinking you have to go a whole month without sex with your boyfriend. but everyone knows satoru is the best boyfriend, right? he'd neeeever let his pretty lil' mochi feel unsatisfied. so, on the second day of November, he's got you up on the kitchen counter, mouth buried between your thighs as he practically devours your cunt, messily licking and sucking at your clit as his eyes roll back just from the taste of you. after all, there's no way he'd lose this way!

it had only been two days since satoru had fucked you, how were you this wet and needy? you were dripping down his chin, soaking his fucking face, and god, he was in heaven. "c'mon, baby, grind that clit into my mouth," he fucking whines, kissing your pussy between slurps, hands holding you spread open for him to keep testing you. satoru's so hard, it hurts, his cock rubbing and twitching against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, but he couldn't touch, he wouldn't let himself. he'd be fine, all he needed was to make sure he made his baby cum. "hhf, 't-toru, 'toruuuu, i-i miss you, i miss youuu," you pitifully whine, pretty eyes filling with tears as you grew closer and closer to cumming all over his face. but just hearing you say that you miss him when it hasn't even been a fucking week almost makes satoru cum, almost. "baby, babyyy, don't say that shit," satoru whimpers, about to pull away from your dripping slit, dizzy from your words. but you don't let him, no, not when you're this close. with the cutest little huff, you look him right in his pretty blue eyes and grab a fistful of his hair, smashing his mouth right back against your cunt as you cry his name. and oh, the noise he lets out against your pussy feels so gooddd, feeling his tongue desperately licking up your cum. god, you were practically suffocating him. all that Satoru could process was you, you, you. jesus, he didn't think he'd be able to leave you alone the rest of the month, not when just going two days got you this desperate...he really was fucking you that good that you got addicted, huh? it's okay because honestly? he missed your pussy so fucking much. "'toru, satoruuu, p-please, i-i don't like this challenge anymore, miss when you stuff me w-with your cum," you whine as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, giving him one last tug into your pussy so his mouth was right over your clit. have you always been this fucking whiny and demanding? god, satoru couldn't remember. but, you didn't realize how seriously all the tugging and those filthy, desperate words of yours would affect him. hell, he didn't know how badly it would affect him. once he separates himself from you, he's avoiding eye contact, and he's getting red. embarrassed. flustered. all it took was a quick glance down to see what the issue was. "b-baby, you...i just...how—" "'toru, did you cum in your pants?"

✧ g. suguru lasts : 2.5 weeks

the only reason suguru decided to participate in this was because satoru roped him into it. not that he didn't think he could do it, but because he knew satoru was going to lose against him. he's so thankful that you're nothing but supportive, eager for him to win this challenge with the promise of a reward of his choosing once he made it to December 1st. it's honestly not that hard. as long as he's able to still be affectionate with you, suguru is content. sure, sometimes he has to stop his imagination, but otherwise, he's fine. at least, that's until he comes home to you wearing the cutest purple thigh highs with little skulls on them. it starts off with suguru pulling you closer, making you stand between his legs as his hands rub up and down your plush thighs...but next thing you know, your legs are over his shoulders as he drags his cock up and down your slit.

"just—just the tip, okay? i can't put anymore in, princess." "suguruuuuu, just! put it in! stop teasing!" those pretty legs of yours would always be his downfall, suguru could never resist them. there wasn't anything even sexual about it, but just seeing how they squeezed your thighs so perfectly...he couldn't help himself. but if he only let himself put the tip of his dick inside that tight little hole of yours, he'd be fine...yeah, he just needed a small feel, and he'd be fine. without any more hesitation, suguru slowly sunk into your puffy pussy, letting out a shaky groan as his head fell down onto your shoulder. shit, shit, shit, it was only the tip, but you felt so good, too fucking good. "g-god, why's this cunt so wet and warm, baby? it's not fair," suguru hissed, lifting his head to look down to where you both were connected. "s'not my fault you wanted to do this dumb challenge," you hummed, a little smug smile on your face. "stop listenin' to satoru, you'll get stupid like him." it made him laugh, you were so amused by him barely holding himself together...and he couldn't blame you, he wasn't the type to break so easily... "s-suguruuu, wait, you said just the tip, that's—suguuuu!" suguru let out the most scandalized gasp when he realized his entire cock was being hugged by your soft, hot walls. it was so cute, though, how you tried to help him, to let him know so he didn't lose. such a sweetheart, weren't you? but, suguru was too far gone. he had slowly begun inching himself inside of you, not even realizing it until it was too late. not being able to stop his hips from moving, thrusting in and out of you, creating a little ring of cream around the base of his cock as his dick dragged against those soft spots inside you that made you keen his name. "oh, princess, angel, you're so sweet, you know that? s-shit, listen to that pussy...she missed this? she missed the feeling of her sugu inside? hm? fuuuck, fuck it, 'm-'m gonna give you what you need, baby, d-don't worry," he says in a needy rasp, pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a delirious little grin. yeah, suguru knew he was going to lose today...he'd be damned if he didn't cum all over this sweet cunt. all because of some stupidly cute socks.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #geto suguru smut #geto smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 2 months

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FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)

You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.

But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.

(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"

From the 404 article:

A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

So please, go click that opt-out button.

(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”

It should make a difference! Go click that button.

(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"

This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:

This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.

And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:

zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.

So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)

Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)

(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"

I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.

Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:

The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.

So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*

But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:

The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.

On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:

For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.

Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.

If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.

Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.

I hope this helps!

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