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Wait is Tumblr names after the rock tumble things? Why is it thumbler
#tumblr#again i really should sleep#why is it tumber thi#i mean tumber#god dang it#hold on a minute#ill get it right#tumber#why#timblrr#what is it called#aha! gkt it#got* thats what i meant#i think i have more fun with the tags than the actual post#but i really couldnt spell tumber#bruh
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that's it, no more for you simps and fucks alike
*un-Seymours ur PM*
#pmseymourva#late night posts#late night tumblr#it's just Seymour now#What does Seymour even mean#tumber#just googled what Seymour ment#Didn't know what I expected what it wasn't THAT#Damn pm u really gonna pull some Sokkas now
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[SPOILER ALERT: TGAMM FINALE]
After watching TGaMM finales, I came up with some ways to imagine post-canon materials or something to fill gaps. Some ideas being...
Ollie learned about Wraith when he became one because the Chairman's lobe chose him. Months later after becoming the next Chairman of the Ghost World, he couldn’t even recognize his body when he visited Brighton in needs of refreshing his knowledge about the human world (an adaptation of canceled S3 plots)
As Todd Mortenson, while Scratch couldn’t remember his life as a wraith, he occasionally found he memorized names like Molly and vocabularies like Enhappify. Having a longer time with Molly than others he met on the street triggered it. Being curious about it, he's willing to learn about her better (thus giving a stronger motivation to revisit Brighton someday)
While I'm not sure what I can do, Ghost Council needs an alternative candidate for their leader. Even when I made adaptation of S3 materials, we still see Ollie as a human in The End, meaning we still have room to imagine an ideal leader of Ghost World
Without Scratch as a ghost, we can imagine what they can do with a Ghost Shark, too. It also goes to Jinx(trapped in a Ghost Canister) and her followers(if had any on Ghost World besides Sobgoblins)
I think losing the Flow of Failed Phantoms means they got many things to solve in Ghost World. Remember Frightmares and Lord Doom they had to deal with? You can think of problems to solve without Scratch's presence as a ghost
Plus, after Jinx Vs. the Human World occurred, would it affect other humans in Brighton? Like changing perceptions about ghosts or such
Of course, you can do something out of humans too. Andrea, Libby'a Dad, Bizmart, teachers, you name it. You got rights to develop underused characters freely!
I found there are some rooms to imagine post-canon materials, or even something between Jinx Vs. the Human World and The End. It would be great if some people were exploring what they could do further.
Imagine one, and develop one as much as you want! Even though TGaMM is done, probably for good, we still can do something out of it. Some fanfics I encountered on Tumber are good proofs of it!
#the ghost and molly mcgee#tgamm#tgamm the end#tgamm jinx vs the human world#molly mcgee#scratch mcgee#todd mortenson#tgamm adia#Adia Williams#libby stein torres#andrea davenport#post canon#ollie chen#imagine one imagine freely#this is now a chance to do it
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Tumblr user A : I do not like Byler. I really cannot see the vision
Me (thinking internally) : We'll i mean, we have very different opinion but also that's fair because I can't expect the GA to pick up on all of the subtext
Tumber user A : I love Har*ngrove. They just make so much sense together
Me:
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This isn't a continuation technically but i guess it is. I am taking @dollscircus (tumber) StraightFowardIdiot (Ao3) work with yandere Sam, and building off that idea:3
TW: any that come with the imperium really. Darlin is mean to Sam, Sam loves it. Mention of torcher, malnourishment and other such things. (It’s only for a short while and they are ok)
Lemme know if I missed any trigger warnings and I will add them:3
Sam was enjoying his new title. King Samuel Collins. It suits him quite well. With his new found power he had been thinking back, thinking back to when he had no power. When he was forcefully turned and forced to start turning other people. He hated himself and Alexis for it all. He only had one good thing during that time. And that one thing was his darlin.
A wolf who found him exhausted on the street one day after he turned more than one person. He was going back to where he stayed but collapsed on the side of the road. His darlin had found him unconscious and took him back to their place. Why? He never got to find out. They took care of him well he was sick, then kicked him back out. After that he started to watch them. Closely. Every second he could he spent looking at and watching them. They hated him, or at least they acted like it. One day Sam helped them after he found them injured, and he just never left after that.
They were rude and unkind to him but he never held it against them,because he loved them.He knew something happened to them and he would wait more than an eternity to find out. Over time they started to at least start to trust him. He still went to his work and still turned people but he always went back to them. His darlin was mad a lot, he couldn't blame them, not with what he heard them muttering about under their breath. They hit him and yelled at him alot, but they also wined out his name at night when the nightmares got too bad, they found him blood just in case until he was freed and named a mass maker, then they just brought him blood to feed on. They took care of him the time when he got blood drunk off of spoiled blood.
They hated vampires, that never changed, they trusted one and he not only hurt them but the people they cared about, they were not going to trust another so easily. He didn't ask about his darlins past when he was with them, he knew they didn't want to talk about it, but he regrets it now. He regrets not asking about themselves more. There is nothing to do about it now, all he can do is look back on the times they had together. He remembers back to the first time they showed him affection. They tied him up in their basement, nothing other than the chain and ropes on him. They left him there the entire day with a blindfold on and then took him to the moon once they got back.
Sam blushed lightly at the memory, he remembered that night extremely well. It was after he became a mass maker. It was their form of celebrating him. They obviously didn't like Sam turning people, it was why they had such a hard time around him, but then he was free. They were happy that they finally had him. He might have been called a yandere but they were just as obsessed over him, and he loved that feeling. He would do anything for them, he still would. But he would never have the chance to listen to them again, not hearing them quietly talking in the few quiet moments they had shared together, not them barking directions or orders at him, not even their small wines he had a love-hate relationship with. Never again would he be able to hear them, because the same bastard that made them hate vampires, killed them. He killed them and their alfa in a fight, taking the one damn thing that made this damned world worth it.
Sam rose from the statin sheets he was lying in, he could feel tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. He rubbed his face, ridding it of any signs he was about to cry. He threw off the blanket and kicked his feet from his new bed. The bed that was fit for a king. The old king that slept in it, now locked in a separate room, not too far from where Sam was but far enough. He didn't regret turning the old king and taking his place, for all he cared he too could be held accountable for his turning, Sam saw it fit that he was responsible for Damien’s . Not to mention that Sam found it absolutely disgusting how he treated his old concert, and how stone cold his face was when they were executed. Sam didn't understand how someone could watch the person they were meant to love and cherish above all else be executed so willingly.
He got out of the bed, shaking his head as if to shake away the thoughts he was having. He picked it up after months of living with his Darlin, watching them do it whenever they got upset with a pack member and even him later on in their dysfunctional relationship. Sam shook his head harder, before walking over to his (giant) closet, pulling on some pants and a shirt. The clothes were soft, a lot softer than his old wardrobe. He was largely able to fit into Damiens old clothes but he liked his style how he had it.
Sam walked down the halls, the tapping of his heels echoing through the walls. He stopped in front of his news progeny door. Opening it slightly to look inside. He was met with his progeny’s progeny sleeping on the bed he didn't care to take out and his actual progeny laying on the ground, not asleep but just laying there. He didn't care to ask why, instead just closing the door once more and continuing to walk. Sam didn't know where he was walking in honesty. He didn't know the place fully, he hadn't taken the time to look around yet. He suddenly felt a sharp feeling stab at him, not physically, no it was something else. He didn't know what, it went as soon as it came yet he still turned around quickly. His eyes locking on a door he knew led to a dungeon.
He walked back to it, slowly putting his hand on the doorknob. He took a grounding breath. Why was he so nervous? It made no sense, he was the strongest person here. But what he felt didn't feel like he had to fight, it felt different, it sparked something protective in him. Like how he felt when he gained feeling for his Darlin. As soon as he realized the feeling he threw open the door and rushed down the stairs. This place should be empty. Even if there were people down here when he took over they would be dead by now, if anything because of starvation. As he walked he could see a dull light in the distance. He looks into each cell briefly as he passes, each one empty.
Until he sees them. Curled in on themselves breathing softly,shalowly. He stops, he can see the body shaking, whoever it is is covered in dirt and muck. He can smell dried blood. It isn't till a few more seconds passes that he recognizes the smell of the blood. “D-Darlin?” he whispers softly in disbelief. The figure in the cell gasps and holds its legs closer to their body. Sam tore open the cell door and rushed in. He didn't touch them, but he wanted to. “Hay, Darlin, is that really you? Oh gods please tell me it's you” He whispered softly. Darlin sniffled and slowly moved their head so they could see him. “S-Sam?” God they sounded broken. “Ya, ya Darlin it's me. You're going to be ok, can I touch you?” he whispered. After a second of a disbelieving staring Darlin crashed into Sam, Throwing their arms around him. He held them back, he could feel how weak they were, he could feel how much thinner they were, their strength all gone. Sam let himself fall back when they collided, just holding them as they sobbed into him.
They stayed like that for a long time. He couldn't feel any tears, they must have been down there, trapped for a long time. Soon darlin pulled back, looking at sam's face. “Sammy….I've missed you so much…how did…how did you find me…” Their voice was small and strained, it sounded like it hurt them to speak, nothing like the strong study voice he adored so much. “It's all right darlin, I'll explain what's been happening. Let's get you out of here first.” He continued to speak quietly. They nodded sharply and he curled his arms around them, picking them up as if they were going to brake, and to be fair it felt as if they would.
Sam stood up slowly, feeling them in his arms. They were so light… He felt them still shaking and their breath still ridged. He walked slowly back up to the halls, making sure he didn't shake them much as he went. He continued back to his room, opting for that over the medical room he didn't know the exact location of. He passed his progeny’s room but did not stop this time, heading to the largest room in the place. Once he reached there, he lightly set Darlin down on the soft sheets. “Hey Darlin, you're safe now. I've got you” he whispered sitting next to them. They smiled weekly, reaching out their hand to close it around his.
It wasn't until he knew they were asleep that he left their side. He quickly got food for them, as well as a healer he had made friends with before he became a mass maker. The healer healed darlins wounds as much as they could, there were a lot of new scars that made sams teeth hurt. He wanted to rip apart whoever made them. After the healer was done they told Sam that they were extremely malnourished and dehydrated, as well as very weak physically. Sam didn't know what happened to them and he couldn't help but worry, he was told they were dead, how they were alive and why they were in the dungeon. He would get all those questions answered when his darlin was ready and he didn't know how long that would take.
Once Darlin woke up Sam was at their side. Telling them that a healer came in and took care of what they could. Sam held them in his arms as he fed them small types of food. Before picking them up and taking them to his bathroom to run them a nice shower and bath. He could tell they were embarrassed by the small blush on their cheeks but they leaned into his soft touch. He wasn't expecting them to do so, not with how they used to act, he knew they were getting better but this was an entire new level, they were leaning into him because they finally felt safe for the first time in however long. It broke his heart. Once they were clean Sam ran a bath and sat behind them as they rested on his chest.
“Sam…” They whispered, scared to break the peace they just got back. “Yes darlin?” Sam replied in a soft but normal volume. “What happened..I know you must have questions about me but I….I don't want to talk about it…yet at least.” Sam kissed their head, their hair was a lot thinner than what they used to have but he would make sure it would be back to what they once had soon. “Of course darlin, you don't have to talk about it till you are ready, i'll tell you what's happened since you've been gone.”
Sam explained what all had happened since he thought they had died. Darlin was devastated to hear it all but stayed quite well as Sam explained it all. From the day he was told they died to him taking over the crown. They swayed gently in his arms, playing with some of the bubbles on the top of the water. “So..basically…the imperium is dead and vamps are all supreme and because you are the one who started it all they just stay out of your way and let you have what you want?” “The army of progeny helps with that to but ya pretty much.” “heh, I guess so…what about the pack? You said that they are alive ‘cept David..But you said the other where ok, how are they?” “They're all right, I don't talk to them much but I have some eyes on them, Asher has been a good Alfa and they tried to help take down the Imperium, they are safe, other people won't mess with them, especially not other vamps, they all know they are under my protection.” Darlin smiled “....Thank you…it means alot that you have been keeping an eye out for them…I knew David died that night… the prison guards wouldn't shut up about it” “Oh, Darlin im so sorry” ''Its fine..I..I actually changed my mind. I want to get it out of the way…” “All right Darlin, I'll listen, I'll let you know if I have any questions.”
Darlin started telling Sam what happened. They didn't remember the start of it all, one minute they were fighting Quinn with David and they passed out, then they woke up in the dungeon. The guards were cruel to them, barely feeding them or giving them water, and when they did it came in dog bowls. They whipped them alot to, they refused to get close to them in any way so all the torcher came from a distance. Getting frozen or boiling water thrown onto them or other such things. Then one day the guards didn’t come back, there was a lot of noise but they didn't know what was going on, then they were alone. The other prisoners started screaming and such but they all eventually fell quiet. They got hungrier and hungrier but refused to die, no matter what. Then Sam found them.
Sam figured that the guards were amosent the people that were killed during the fighting, but he would double cheek to make sure. Sam spent the rest of the day taking care of his darlin. Dressing them up in comfy, elegant clothes, getting them the nicest food he could, making sure they were drinking water.
Over time as he took care of them they started looking better, he got a freelancer to help with their hair, he knew they still used it as a stim. He watched as they pulled at their thin hair and get more upset when it came out so he made it a priority to help fix that. He continued to take care of them and they started getting more of their personality back, they were a lot more submissively skittish then their old aggressive skittish. He started helping them around,never wanting to leave their side but also not wanting to overwhelm them with meetings and such, so he left them in his room whenever he had a meeting. He also made sure his progeny and his one he turned knew they were there and that the two of them were to listen to his Darlin no matter what.
Months passed and he started to see his darlin again, they weren't scared to yell at Damien or Huxly and they started working out. Sam was more than pleased when we saw them working out for the first time, his tightening pants proof of that. He sat and watched them until they noticed him. “Oh shit, sorry Sam, I didn't see you come in.” “no no darlin you're good, i'm enjoying the show” “heh i can see that.” Sam blushed as looked away. “It's good to see you working out again darlin.” They walked closer to him, “Sam..I'm sorry for how I used to treat you, it wasn't fair and I-” “No! No darlin you never have to apologize for any of that!” Sam interrupted, quickie standing in front of them, placing his hands on their hips. “I wasn't even supposed to be in your house but I loved you, I DO love you, I loved how you treated me, I was yours and I loved doing anything and everything you wanted from me, please don't apologize for any of it!” He started with his voice louder than he normally used but quickly lowered his voice as he continued to talk. Darlin looked shocked until their eyes narrowed. “Oh? You liked being tossed around and treated like a pet?” They said eyebrow raised. Sam was going to respond but nothing came out of his mouth as he felt his face flush, so instead he nodded.
His darlin smirked and put their own hands on his hips and jerked him into them. He gasped in surprise and they took that opportunity to kiss him. After the moment of shock he kissed back, running his hands up their sides to wrap them around their neck. After months they felt almost exactly as they used to, strong, sturdy, and hot as hell. They knew it too, they loved to flex it, randomly picking him up when he wasn't expecting it. The first time they did it they scared him.
Now his Darlin easily pushed him around, nothing like they used to, just small shoves whenever he made them blush or such. In honesty he missed their harsh nature, he missed them shoving him out of the way when they wanted something, shoving him into a wall as they bit at his skin.
Sam was pulled back into the present as Darlin pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “Mmm~ you liked me pushing you around? You like being my little, pathetic vampire bitch~?” They growled into the kiss, their grip on his hips tightening. He opened his eyes again,wondering briefly when he closed them, he looked up at his mates eyes. He nodded. “Yes~, i've missed you so much Darlin” He could feel them smirk as they dipped their head to kiss his neck. “Fuck~”
They suddenly bit him harshly, him crying out loudly as they drew blood. They spit the blood out of the mouth and grinned down at him again. “Like that?” Gods he missed that cocky face. ‘Y-yes” He managed to choke out, before he felt a sharp pain though his face, they had smacked him, “Yes what.” “Yes Master” He whispered out, face red. “That's a good pet.” They smiled sweetly down on him for a brief moment, making sure that he really was ok with it, they were met with an extremely flushed Sam smiling like a dumbass.
They snorted a laugh and picked him up, carrying him like a princess despite his title as King. Sam if possible would have blushed even harder. He kept his face in the crook of their neck as they walked down the halls, he could feel eyes follow them as they went. Who wouldn't stair, a wolf was carrying their king like he was a fragile doll, which was funny in itself, seeing as he knew they were about to absolutely reck him.
They get back to the room and Darlin doesn't think twice about the fact that the two news additions are in there before throwing Sam onto the bed and getting on top of him. Sam on the other hand, does, about to shout out for them both to leave Darlin cuts him off with a kiss. Biting his lips as they do, he’s mindlessly grinding up into them as their teeth mix with the kiss. It isn't until Damien lets out an embarked squeak that Darlin looks over at the two. “The hell are you two still doing here? Get the hell out.” They growled, the other two didn't waste any time before dashing out. Not before darlin had seen Damien's reaction to the scene in front of him. “Heh~ looks like your progeny is a little whore Sammy~”
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled them back to kiss him again, “I couldn't care less right’ now Darlin” He laughed as they grinned and bit at his neck again. They didn't make another comment, instead flipping the two of the over so Sam was straddling their chest. “Fuck! Fucken hell Darlin, i forgot how hot you are under me~” his comment earned him a harsh smack to his thigh, he bit his lip to stop a shout. “You love it when I hit you dont you bitch.” They smirked as they rubbed the spot they smacked. Sam nodded as he started to grind down onto them. “What do you want, Sam?” Sam started to answer but was cut off by a sharp smack to his face and flipped back to his back, he took a sharp breath of surprise and darlin grabbed his cheeks, shaking his face as they growled in his ear, “I dont give a shit what you want. Why the hell would i?” Was all he could make out before he felt his pants being ripped off and darlin grabbing his dick harshly.
He gasped as he felt the cool air hit his half hard dick before darlins hand quickly remedied the cold. “I want you in me” He heard them say before he could feel them push themselves partially down onto him. His breath came in short harsh increments as he could feel them swallowing him. “D-darlin you didnt-” He was once again smacked, this time on his thigh, “You think i don't know. Fucking dumbass, of course I know I didnt prep, I dont give a shit right now. I said I want you in me so ill fucking have that.” They ground out though their teeth, holding back their pained gasps and moans.
He nodded sharply as their ass met his thighs as he bottomed out. They leaned down, catching their breath as they kissed his neck. They took awhile to get used to his size again, especially because they only had his pre cum and whatever they used of their own wetness to shove him inside in their impatience.
After a few minutes of them getting adjusted and Sam peppering their hair with kisses as they waited, they started to move. They start slow but after the first few bounces they speed up. Smacking themselves down on him. Sam moaned as they claimed him, marking his neck with their teeth as their nails raked down his shoulders and chest.
His teeth ached to be in them but he didn’t. He knew better. Instead he had his hands on their hips as he met theirs with his. Darlin moaned uncontrollably as his hips sped up more and more, until they smacked his face, not hard but he could feel a sting, and scolded him.
Sam fought to keep his hips down, still occasionally thrusting up into them. Every time he did they punished him, whether it be a smack or them sinking their sharp teeth into him and ripping his skin,either way he loved it. He could feel his core sing every time their bodies met.
“F-Fuck darlin-“ He panted out, “Darlin ‘m close. God ‘m so close.” He could feel their smirk against his neck. “Good~ Ahh~ fuck. Sam,” His name sounded like a prayer on their lips, “Cum with me~ come on Sammy. I want you in me while I finish”
He couldn’t say no to them, he never could. He nodded frantically and was rewarded with their lips on his once more. The kiss was desperate and messy as they moaned together.
It wasn’t much longer before the two of them finished together. Later Sam would learn that multiple of his staff as well as his progeny were made well aware of his and his Darlin’s activities by the time their joined noises came to a stop, and he honestly could not care less.
The two of them sat there for a while,basking in their glorious afterglow,until they started to feel sticky and gross, or at least until Darlin started to feel sticky and gross. Sam couldn’t care,he was just basking and he wouldn’t be the one to stop that ever, expecily just to clean up.
His darlin carried him to the bathroom and washed him and themselves off, slowly pressing kisses to his skin. Once they were done they dried them both off and got him back to the bed, where they threw the messy blankets off the bed to be washed later, and set him down. They climbed in with Sam and cuddled him close to them.
They both fell asleep soon after, holding each other. Just how they should be
#redacted asmr#redacted sam#redacted darlin#redacted audio#redacted imperium#imperium Darlin#imperium sam#imperium spoilers#imperium hux#imperium damien#they are both mentioned but not much#tw: injury
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test post (cus i wana see what the 4 circles in notes do/mean)
edit: why dus it just have you move a circle aroind
edit 2 : so i think its a tracker of the reblogs on a post ( it ditwork on her but on a nother one i hade lile a grathf thing) odk what it means though
edit 3: i think it keeps trac of the reblogs and when they conect its somone rebloging a reblog, idk thogh
edit 4: i now have a brand new fear, cliking the lode reblogs on the 3 circles on a realy big post. just realy big posts with the 3 bubbles in general. idk how to discribe it but when they jutnout of nowhere it just makes me feal uneasy. also when a bunch are clumped to gether it feals like somhow fuzzy? like a virus or something. ikd how to word. also how it just slowly moves around. it feals like a big spider or something and it just makes me cringe.
edit 5: im genuinely going insane, im getting scared and uneasy over a fucking graph feature on tumber.
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I’m pretty sure you already talked about that but I was absent on tumber for the last two weeks cause I wasnt at home and since I’m not a native English speaker, what does “pathological people pleaser” and “argumentative antithetical dream girl” mean? Thank you x
a people pleaser is someone who will basically bend over backwards to be liked by others - taylor is saying she's pathological because it's like inherent to who she is and it's a serious pervasive problem. it can be hard to be in a relationship with a people pleaser because they may not be good at expressing their own needs/desires in a healthy way because they're so concerned with being likable.
and a dream girl is someone who is your perfect match. but she's basically saying in this line that she fights a lot, and she's not a perfect person at all, but he'd still consider her the love of his life because he loves that about her.
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Hi everyone. I first time use tumber for posting my art 😅
This acc for my OC Fina, her past history and future
Before I start managing this acc, a couple of notes. First English isn’t my first language. I from Ukraine and speak Ukrainian language, and in my art I used my first language. (And that mean I have more mistakes for my English, sorry guys 🥲). Second I’m not good artist. I’m used pose peference for drawing. (mellon_soup thank you so much about free pose peference 😭💖)
Ok, now have a good luck here 🥰
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Age: ???
Sexuality: lesbian
Height: 164 cm; weight: 69 kg
Can remove her wings, dyes her hair purple, loves dresses
Fina
The sign of the zodiac: Taurus; ISFP; she/her
Loves bread 💖
Swears a lot
The best weapon — trident
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To all my watchers.
To All my watchers, thank you guys so much for watching me, you guys are the best.
BUT I have been having a problem of late on most of my accounts.nothing wrong I’m still gonna be around but it seems some people I go to dirrectly to thank for watching me emediatly give me verry simular comercialist responcess. makeing me wonder if they are just bots or people who are just trying to get to go to some other site for naughty activity. This is kind of annoying seeing on how I’m trying to FIND fans of this subject. and I have found lot of fans of POCs tickling whites. More on them in a bit. but seeing on how I never know if I’m just gonna get another bot or not and sometimes they comment to me dirrectly before I say anything to them. My point is though I’d realy like it if you send me a message letting me know how much you like my work. No I don’t mean tell me you just like my work, I want to know in what way and to what extent. Honestly I prefer the haters over the comercial bots any day and I certainly don’t like hearing from haters. Sure the Haters act all single minded and unwilling to see from a whole other view let alone get to know me. But atleast they are human and can actualy engage with me. I’d would end up blocking them eventualy sure, but my point is I’d like to hear from my supporters more. We don’t even have to always talk about the same theme, I got other accounts so it be nice to always keep in touch. If I ever seem to take a while to respond don’t be afriad to atleast tell me hi every now and again and remind me that your alive.
Because some of my fans I haven’t even gotten to meet in time. what do I mean? Ok so I’ll be like buisy in physical life right and then buisy on other sites. Then I decide to come on at some point and find out someone sent me a message and I’m excited because they want to ask me serias quyestions on this topic or even role play with me. It would not have been to long after my last time on Tumber when I’d return to find this nice suprise...only for it to be disapointing , becaaause the person is Deactiaved.....and this has happened more than once. I don’t know why it happens but it bugs me. I’d love to understand this more though.and this ain’t just on this acount, it’s also happened before on my main acount and even on my F/M account. has not yet happened on my non tickling acount but that one is slow in groth anyways so I wouldn’t know. So I find these people who want to talk to me except they are no longer around, and I can’t talk to them, to let them know I want to chat with them. don’t know how to get in contact with them either. I hope they are able to return with maybe a new acount though. Don’t be afraid to come back and chat with me ^^
I want to hear from all of you and your ideas.
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Alright I'm finally doing this. I joined this app a few months ago with the hopes of finding a community or an rp parter/s to engage some time into. Though eager, I found myself intimidated by this platform bright and colorful settings and people. In turn I walked away from it, to afraid to even dip my toes. After a little and I mean a very little bit of "familiarizing" myself with the platform I decided the best way to go about this was to throw myself head first.
I am an 18 year old female that enjoys a vast amount of different kinds of rp and experiences. My main platform I used for rp was Amino, when it was in its prime. My accout was removed about a year and change ago for reasons still unknown to me. I have not been able to find any ways to formally interact or engage with others who share a similar rp interest as myself. I'm here to turn a new page in my narrative and put myself out there.
I am a litterate rp person (idk if there's a proper term or not) I enjoy writing long paragraphs, developing story, worldbuilding and relationships I am not the most experienced, I've done rp related mumbojumbo for 4+ years but am typically slow on the new aspects that pop up with rp topics. I want to learn to experience and have fun. Rps I am most fond of are romance, fantasy, medieval, westerns, midcentury, modern, even a little scifi from here and there. I am always open to something new and love to be pushed outside my comfort zone. I had many character that are lost now that I no longer have access to Amino. I live to make characters and can and will make new oc to fit new stories and plots.
I'm really looking forward to connecting and learning about tumber and how best to navigate it. Dont ever feel shy to ask me for an rp regardless of literacy or topic.
#literate rp#rp#oc#roleplay#mature rp#romance#fantasy#medieval#vampire rp#midcentury#modern#western rp
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Hey would you be alright if I deposited a bunch of AI generated Jerma’s I keep pulling out of my grubslurry agitator, here on your tumber thingy?
thanks for the ask. what does this mean. i mean if you really want to sure i guess who am i to stop you
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Sanders Sides Theory
howdy tumber… it’s been a minute
i want to apologize in advance this came to me all at once in the middle of 4th period so i rambled all of this in my notes app so…. here 😭
and i would also like to mention that this is my idea entirely and i would like credit if you use it ty <3
also warning for mentions of religion, christianity/catholicism, and depression!
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so all the sides have their color that represents them correct? and this color is always the accent color to a grayscale color right?
romans sash is red, the rest is white; remus’ sash is green, the rest in black; janus has yellow accents to an otherwise al black outfit; logan has a blue tie, and the rest is black; and patton… we’ll get to that in a minute
now why would logan’s color be black if he’s a light side? not going into the orange side theories because this has been a thing since before he was introduced.
my theory is that it’s because, out of the three “light sides” logan was the least fun for thomas. he’s logic and logic and be boring and hard to understand a lot of the time. i feel like it has less to do with logan being a light or dark side and more to do with the way thomas has viewed him. (that’s kinda the whole idea of this theory so hold on to that)
now patton! his color is light blue right? his shirt is light blue and his cardigan is grey….
ok ok ok hear me out here… why is patrons the only one that’s reversed? with grey as an accent color to his main color? and why grey when everyone else either has white or black?
hear me out here: patton is morality right? so, how do you determine weather or not the tool you use to determine good and bad is good or bad? it’s…. not possible.
so theoretically using this explanation, patton can’t be a light side or a dark side, right?
which leads me to the main idea of this theory: perhaps weather or not the sides are light sides or dark sides have nothing to do with the sides themselves, but everything to do with how thomas views what they represent
there’s backing to this!! let’s start with logan!
logan is a light side bc while yeah logan is logic and that’s something that’s important to listen to (ironic isn’t it) he also represents thomas curiosity, and want to learn! those are things that most people, thomas included, view as good things. therefor logan is a light side!
and roman? he’s thomas creativity! and his hope and dreams and goals and ambitions! all things that are typically considered good things! roman is a light side!
on the flip side there remus. who is loud and vulgar and creative yes, but the less acceptable kind. the kind of creativity that kids are told isn’t ok! especially kids in religious family’s which we knew thomas grew up in. thomas, theoretically, was taught that everything remus represents is bad! therefore remus is a dark side!
and on the note of religion, janus. he literally represents “deceit”. and yes he represents other things such as self preservation and self care, the main thing thomas knows him as is deceit! and what the golden rule that all kids are taught? “lying is bad” right? it’s one of the ten commandments even! "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour" i mean come on! janus is (currently) a dark side! this is also why there is such an argument to be made for janus getting a redemption arch! it would be similar to what happened with virgil.
speaking of virgil… he started as a dark side and then got a redemption arch right? so… why the change of heat? mental illness is widely considered “fake” or “all in your head”, especially in men. men with mental illness often get told yo “man up” or that having a mental illness is “unmanly”. a the religion part fits in here too! in most older families that are christian/catholic, men are considered the “head of the homes” and the leaders. and anxiety? that doesn’t fit into being the strong, protecting, leader that fits into the religious stereotype. therefore, for years thomas was taught that having anxiety was bad and that he needed to hide it or fight it. so for years virgil was a dark side! until thomas realized that he’s not the only one who struggles with anxiety and that there’s nothing wrong with having it! nice thomas stopped trying to hide/fight his anxiety and started working with it instead of against it… virgil got a redemption arch!he became a light side!
and last but certainly not least (trust me this one is the kicker) patton. patton is thomas morality we know that and we now know that that doesn’t play into where patton is as a light or dark side. but you know what else patton represents? thomas inner child, his feelings/emotions, and his memoirs! and all of those things are considered good things! generally… let’s talk about the feelings/emotions part. on the same not that men with mental illness are told to “man up”, men who get emotional are typically told the same thing. this would cause, say it with me: repression. if his emotions, feelings, and similar to virgil (the “two sides of the same coin” anyone?) this WOULD make patton a dark side yeah? but we’ve established that technically bc you can morally align morality, that he technically can’t be either but i digress.
and on the same idea, being sad or angry…. aren’t typically considered good. and, say it was me bc we’re all thinking it: depression. it reasons to me that if c!thomas were to hit low point or develop depression the side that would be the most effected? his emotions. patton. and in the series so far… things are looking great for thomas as of lately…
it seems to me that patton is a light side, only because thomas wants him to be. other then being his inner child… patton hits all the marks to be a dark side but he isn’t. odd isn’t it? maybe that’s the reason for pattons colors being flipped from everyone else’s and his color being the main color, and with his accent color being grey instead of the white it should be if he were a light side.
untimely my theory boils down to this: the light side/dark side separation has nothing to do with the sides themselves. the reason why each of the sides are either light sides or dark sides is because that’s how thomas views what they represent.
thoughts?
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#patton sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides theory#idk man#this is my idea pls dont steal it <3
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I know you said that the Black Pearl series is moving to Tapas, but will you post on tumblr when there’s an update?
I mean, I can post a link here when there's update but I think I will keep the comics only on the Tapas from now on.
'cause as far as I can tell Tumber still has 10 image limit and stuffs. I already felt a bit of problem as I try to cram all scene I want into 10 pages because of that. So I think Tumblr is not the best place for me to put up comics here... :/
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I fucking hate tumber ads W Hat TH E FUCK DOES tHI S EVEN FuKCING MEAN
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