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That projectile titty rocket flew so my agender ass could walk 💞
#artists on tumblr#queer art#trans art#transgender#trans comic#idk how to tag this#mazinger z#I accidentally flattened all the layers of this comic so don't tell me if i made a typo or something#or i'll cry#eline talks (too much)#comic#2024 works#digital art#personal art
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231123 | Xiao Zhan Studio Weibo
#xiao zhan#the untamed cast#mxtxnet#cdramasource#asiandramasource#nyx4#*#*xiao zhan#i wanna be that sofa so BAD#also pic 5 is just me being nasty about his lips and his neck sorry i guess#please xiao zhan studio confirm these are old and his hair is still long#or i'll cry
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Anyone care to take a shower with me? 😇
|| Okay to reblog but pls keep any comments in the tags ||
#my whispers#my pics#I'm not sure if I like these tbh#tried doing smth different with edits and stuff#let's see how it goes#be nice pls#or I'll cry#also tell me if this appears on your dash!!
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microfics for you < 3
I reached a number of followers that makes me so so happy, so I wanted to do something to celebrate? appreciate everyone? I want to write a microfic 200 words or less for the first 10 prompts on my asks or comments here ✨🌟
I want to keep doing it everytime I reach a milestone here. Send your prompts, it can be a word, a trope, a setting, anything! 🤍
#i can't believe u people like my writing??#i love you all#aimee this literally all because of you#send your asks#or i'll cry#maybe not#microfic prompts#microfics#euge's asks
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Manifesting for there to be more weird pathetic emo/goth boys in movies and TV shows for 2024
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Marx and Magolor moment!! This is my art, don't steal/trace it
Marx Mackenzie Astrea
Age: 27 years old
Birthday: he has three, but the most common is March 21st
Family: Magolor (fiancé), Samantha (Mom), No daddy, Nova (Daughter with Magolor), Cosmo (Son with Magolor), Lemon (daughter with Marstella), Lime (Son with Marstella), Blinx (Baby son with Marstella), Maxime (Toddler Son with Magolor), Tempestuous (Pet sphere doomer, female)
He's transgender(?) Not really-
He will murder you if you comment on his glasses
Bro is exactly 5 feet tall
Magolor Baptiste Koshkin
Age: 28 years old
Birthday: February 25th
Family: Beelzebub (Mom), Hyness (Dad), Zan Partizanne (Twin sister), Flamberge (Adopted sister), Francisca (other adopted sister), Freya (Niece), Madeleine (Sister), Tempestuous (Pet sphere doomer, female), Nova (Daughter with Marx), Cosmo (Son with Marx), Sleep-zee (Daughter with Marstella), Maxime (Toddler Son with Marx), Vividria (Female cousin), NESP/Ethan (Male cousin)
He's French and is a silly kitty
He's 7'3
I love them🩷
#kirby au#kirby series#i love them#magolor#marx kirby#magolor x marx#marx x magolor#marxolor#blorbo x blingus#blorbo#blingus#my art <3#dont steal#or i'll cry
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The apology dance isn't enough. Aziracrow needs a 5 hour long softcore makeup sex scene before Aziraphale can be forgiven by Crowley (and the fandom)
#by fandom i mean me#crowley good omens#good omens season 2#good omens season3#good omens#good omens aziraphale#aziracrow#innefable husbands#give it to me#neil gaiman#or I'll cry
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I am so fucking done with this
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OFFICIALLY 2 WEEKS UNTIL WE SEE <HIM3 ON SCREEN AGAIN
#im excited#but also terrified#he better not die#or i'll cry#eddie munson#joseph quinn#stranger things
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More Encanto Mermay!! No art at the moment, but I do have a short oneshot ;)) don't know if I'll make a collection of them, but enjoy this for now!
Written by: Me! :))
Warnings: Mentions of Suffocating, Fear of Suffocation
Words: 1000
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Something strange was happening to Antonio.
It wasn't bad, not at first. But it got progressively worse. He had trouble breathing. He would gasp and gasp for minutes trying to take in air, and would only calm down after more than 5 minutes.
Another thing was that he would get dehydrated far more quickly. He would always say he felt light headed and that his chest hurt. One time he passed out and Pepa freaked, pouring copious amounts of water down his throat.
This continued for weeks and the Madrigal grandkids were worried he may be experiencing something they didn't think would continue.
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Antonio thrashed around in his hammock, throwing his blanket off as she started sweating profusely. Parce, his jaguar, climbed the tree and nudged the boy awake.
Antonio weakly climbed onto Parce, letting the jaguar take him out of his room. Parce had said something, but Antonio struggled to breath more and more by the second and his vision was getting dark, mind not processing whatever the jaguar had said.
Parce moved towards Mirabel's door. It glowed brightly, the image of her holding the candle warmly casting its light on Antonio and his ride. Parce, while still carrying a hardly breathing Antonio, used his paws to scratched on the door. Marks never appeared on the door, but the sound could wake whoever was in the room.
He continued for a minute before the door swung open.
Mirabel put her glasses on, looking down. "Parce? What are you doing it's 2 a.m..." She yawned. Parce let out a low growl and whine before turning and revealing a gasping Antonio on his back.
Mirabel immediately took him from the animals back, picking him up and holding him. She shook him and tapped his cheeks. "Antonio? Antonio!" She whisper shouted, getting more desperate. The boy only gasped for air, hands shakily reach up and clawing at his shirt.
Parce whined, unable to help. Mirabel bent down to the animal and pet his head, gently touching his ears. The animal purred, a worried look present in his eyes. "Parce, go get Dolores, and tell her to come to the bathroom," she whispered. The animal understood and bounded down the hall to the aforementioned woman's room.
Mirabel rushed down the hall, bursting into the bathroom. "Oh Antonio," the boy's eyes had rolled back and he was on the verge of no longer breathing. She realized how bad it was--The boy was literally suffocating.
"Breath...can't breath," he said, the fear in his voice the kind of fear only a 5 year old could have.
"Just hang on a little but more hijo," Mirabel said, caressing his head. Antonio's small hands reached up towards his pajama shirt collar, and he tugged out at weakly once more. Just as Mirabel was about to see what he was pulling at, Dolores swung around the corner and into the restroom, Parce in tow. She rushed to Mirabel's side, and Parce guarding the door as Casita closed it.
"Mirabel? Antonio? Wha-" she stopped short when she saw her hermanito. Bending down, she saw that he was pulling at his collar. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, both Mirabel and Dolores gasped as the looked at what was on his neck.
There, resting in each side of his neck, were gills. Like their own---3 slits on each side of his neck that opened and closed with each of his gasps. Only difference was that they were dry and couldn't filter water---meaning he wasn't getting any oxygen.
"Water! R-Run the water in the tub, he's suffocating!" Mirabel ushered Dolores. The young woman stood and immediately ran over to the tub, filling it with water as quick as she could.
As soon as the tub was full, Dolores helped Mirabel put Antonio in the bathtub, uncaring that he was still wearing all of his clothes.
The boy was fully submerged. His entire body was dunked in the water and the girls held him there, watching, waiting for him to just breathe.
Suddenly, Antonio's eyes shot open and he took in a giant gasp of water. But instead of drowning, his gills started moving much more fluidly, filtering the water and thus giving him the ability to breathe again.
"Oh thank Dios!" Dolores breathed out, clutching her chest. Mirabel tightly held Antonio's hands, eyes watering.
Antonio took a second to breathe some more before sitting up groggily.
"Mima?" He said, looking at Mirabel. "He looked down and saw that he was drenched head to toe with water. "What happened?"
"Hola Toñito," Mirabel said. She held his wet head, caressing the tired boy while Dolores moved across the room to grab a towel. "You...had a little scare, that's all.
"Oh...well, why am I in the bathtub?" He asked, looking between the two girls. They stared at each other before Dolores ruffled his hair with a towel.
"Don't worry about it. You lay back down and try to sleep, ok?" Dolores said, removing the towel. Antonio cocked his head, looking at her strangely.
"But I'm in a bathtub full of water...I'll get sick!" He said.
Mirabel, and gently pushed him back, leaving only his head out of the water. "I know but, trust me, you'll be fine. Just lay down..." She pushed him so he was all the way under the water.
Antonio flinched and panicked a bit but calmed down quickly when he realized he wasn't drowning. He could see Mirabel and Dolores looking at him calmly, so he finally closed his eyes, trusting them. Soon enough, he was asleep again, this time being able to actually breath.
Both girls watched him for a moment before slumping onto the floor tiredly. For a moment, they just stay there, processing all that happened. Mirabel turned to Dolores, sighing deeply.
"We need to go get the others and tell them what happened." She said, Dolores nodding.
"Yeah...yeah that's a good idea." Dolores pushed herself forward, head in her hands.
This was going to be a long night.
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Hope y'all liked this! Feel free to ask questions about this au, Mamabel, Papatonio, or Housebroken! I'll see y'all later ;)))
#encanto#encanto au#encanto mirabel#au#encanto antonio#encanto dolores#encanto fanfic#encanto mermay#encanto fic#oneshot#fluff#drabble#my asks are open#my writing#please don't steal#or i'll cry#and block
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Yes I have homework for tomorrow. Am I going to do it? ... yes
#or I'll cry#can I disappoint teachers? no#I love tagging because I can just write anything I want to and nobody will read it#Also I can put as many punctuation symbols as I want ?!:;'@|\"£$%^&*() and they will all be in the tag which is cool
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december 13th...
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Ori devuda guys something really scary just happened.
I was playing Genshin Impact Genius Invokation TCG yesterday morning, right? When I shut off the game and was about to take a nap, I felt lightheaded and passed out. My thoughts were disjointed, but my last thoughts were something along the lines of "It's good I'm laying down and not standing up."
After that, there's a huge gap in my memory. I literally cannot remember fucking ANYTHING no matter how hard I try- it's like a bigass hole full of an endless abyss or black void there. And when I woke up, I thought only two hours had passed, right?
Nope. Apparently five fucking hours had passed. From 10 AM to nearly past 3 PM. What the ever-loving fuck?
But the tomfuckery doesn't end there.
When I had asked my mother what happened when I was asleep, she was confused and said I was asleep for half an hour only. I was confused by that point- last I checked it was 10 AM? And I may be shit at math, but 30 minutes most certainly does not equal five hours!
Apparently according to her, I slept for that half-hour, woke up, drew for a few minutes, made and ate a Nutella sandwich, ate a Cup Noodles with a fuck ton of cheese, chicken meatballs and sriracha sauce added in, finished the latest book I was reading, did some homework and went back to sleep for another 30 minutes with her watching me the whole time. Mind you I don't remember any of this.
And strangely enough my mouth tasted like cheese and spice, and the roof of my mouth had that bittersweet aftertaste of when you eat hazelnut spread. And in addition, dear old Mum had said I hadn't spoken to her the entire time, only made facial expressions and communicated in sounds and gestures.
I checked before this, and turns out my presentations and study guide for physics were done digitally, and I have ZERO memory of doing them.
And about that book I was reading? Yeah, the bookmark was placed on top of the book on our Family Room Coffee Table.
AND the bread was two less.
And oh boy, the fucking meatball packet was crammed in the fridge haphazardly and the packaging opened.
Guys I'm actually terrified. What the fuck is happening? Am I getting possessed?
#holy shit I'm scared#guys what do I do#who's the demon that's possessing me#starry says shit#starry rambles#ori devuda#this demon possessing me better be nice istg#or I'll cry#fr
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i really will do anything but write the damn fic
#about halfway through part 3 tho !!#hopefully finishing soon#or i'll cry#i've had this wip for months#fei.txt#fei.png
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in the fight club. straight up "fighting it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Myself
#is this thing on#hope im the first one to do this or i'll cry .#sid.txt#fight club#fight club 1999#the narrator#fight club narrator#narrator fight club
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