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atsu-i · 8 months

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Hello, I just saw the anon ask talking about you not being on tumblr that much anymore and we don't really talk to eachother (I think we only ever exchanged messages once), but I wanted to say, while I can, that I have wonderful memories of this website and a lot of them include seeing the mangacaps that you reblog or reading your tags, including all of the occasional venting and even some of the adorable auntie stories.

If you allow me to ramble a little bit, I want to talk about the blog that you called "shitty" and how I think it is actually really cool.

You might not think that you do much because you mostly just reblog stuff, but I feel like all the mangacaps that you reblog are more meaningful than most people think. I think that they are an act of self-expression and throughout the years I've felt like those kinds of posts express a desire that people have to be more honest with their feelings and put them out into the world. I've felt like the mangacaps, combined with all of your text posts, probably do accomplish some of this.

I am not going to say that your blog changed how I view life or anything like that, but I can say that your blog, along with many other similar ones, have seriously been a part of my journey of better understanding myself.

For example, today I liked a post that had a guy feeding a cat in it. And I didn't like the post because the art was amazing. I liked it because I thought that the guy is gentle and that aspect of gentleness resonated with me personally. And obviously, there are times where I might like a post just because I think that the art looks cool, but I think that a lot of times when I'm browsing through tumblr I'm just learning more about myself through the things that I like.

Maybe the whole thing isn't supposed to be that deep, but sometimes (not always) for me it is. I think that this whole thing feels unreal for you because you don't put a lot of effort but I think that it is pretty cool that a bunch of people like the blog despite that.

As always, have a nice day and drink some water.

;-;

#wasnt expecting a reply to that anon reply but tysm for....somehow telling me how you felt about this blog #and somehow me?#also just like the anon...i wanna say ty for appreciating this blog of mine #like seriously I just reblog stuff that resonates with me #and sometimes I just rant and share stuff I wanna share and yeah sometimes I just reblog coz I find it pretty #also the manga's i read shows i watched and will watch...its all here lol and it's...how should I put it #it's just me and somehow it doesnt feel 'real' that anyone will give attention to it? am putting myself out here and not expecting anything #but somehow...some of you notice and am like why lol coz you know my content.....it's very depressing most of the time tbh #anyways haha i still remember you btw haha we talked I think twice? waayy before and am glad I did #thanks for rambling to me...it's always welcome btw #I like reading what you guys think and feel #and somehow I always receive kindness which I think I still dont deserve but you still give it anyway #all I could do is say ty ;-;#like this blog really is my escape tbh....and some of you appreciating it makes me sad and glad at the same time? ;-;#really tysm #and yes am rambling too in my response haha i hope it doesnt bother you reading all this nonsense lol #again ty idk how many times i should say it but yeah #this means a lot...you and everyone else who appreciates me being here #and with that....I would like to say have a nice day/night dear!#I always stay hydrated lol but yeah i hope you do too ^^ stay safe yeah?#oh also! thanks for thinking the blog is cool ;-; you are nice for thinking it that way ;-;#lastly ty for still following me and remembering stuff I shared on here even the personal stuff #again tysm ;-;

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swsf · 1 year

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hi I’m ron call me ron or rony or remy or whatever- I post mcyt, mostly hermicraft nonsense. behold my banners—

sometimes I go a little off the handle. fair warning. I can be very aggressive. thank you for coming to my birthday party.

ask box open for requests and what not wink wonk ;)

LIST OF THINGS DRAW YES. putting up front for pressure 👍

AVOCADO JOEL SECLIFE

PRINCESS MONOCLETHUBS

zoie ?

death by rock and roll. u know the one

cletho take out coffee and tv season two episode three the name is Only getting longer

#ask box is open and I’m always welcome to drawing suggestions *winky face*#ANYWAY TAGS FOR THE BLOG!!!! ->#my art <- for. my art. creative I know #remy reblogs <- REBLOGS FOR OTHERS ART!!!!!!!#deranged rambles <- self explanatory #romramb <- ask tag? idk #ronramb is whatever I want it to be #my art #deranged rambles

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lcevinolusola · 11 months

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I love waking up to the same like two or three people mass liking and reblogging things from me. I mean this genuinely, I think it's so cute and I'm so glad you enjoy my little trash mountain of hyperfixation. I look forward to seeing your names in my notifs every day.

#i know people get annoyed by mass likes and reblogs but idk why i think its so sweet #i think its such a compliment and i always get so happy seeing people enjoy themselves on my blog #youre all so dear to me. mutual or not if you follow me you are dear to me. and your notifs will always be welcome to me

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isa-ghost · 2 years

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me watching all the jse people flood back to my notes/inbox from the depths of lurking and newbies following me bc of shitposts & hype about the probably-distant future, and then looking at how almost 3 years of tryharding to get dsmp mutuals/friends has gotten me like... 2 acquaintances, even during the most active times in the fandom

man, it really is true that most people cant escape whatever their blog “mained” first huh 🤪

#this is a rant/vent kind of i guess #dont reblog is what im saying #but uh #i mean ive always been multifandom i just hyperfixed on the egos #and im not trying to escape the jse community ofc #actually this post is more like. praising the jsec for being so?? involved and friendly? whereas in my exp the dsmp fandom is.....#prob triple the amount of people than the jsec and yet its fuckin crickets. talking to ppl hasnt made any friends #shitposting does nothing predictions abt lore has done nothing memes do nothing. like. ive been so involved in stuff and nah.#its like that meme where the people at the party are staring at you in mild disgust #and a lot of them prob wont even like you bc the fandom is so opinionated abt dif ccs and interpretations of story and whatnot??#idk how to describe it without sounding like the gross kid bitching that he cant make friends w the ''pretty popular girls'' or smth #but like. the same things i did that got me SO MANY friends in the jsec has done fuckall in the dsmp fandom #like how the fuck do you make friends in there seriously bc nothing has done much even when i keep trying to talk to people #i end up just feeling like im annoying them. basically anyone who likes dsmp whos a friend of mine was/is in the jsec before #shoutout to the jsec for being so welcoming and flooding right back to their fave blogs and stuff when we get crumbs of content abt anything #bc the dsmp fandom has been so distant if not straight up unwelcoming in my exp on literally any platform ive tried making friends on #like shoutout to the 2 or so friends that i Kind Of made in the dsmp fandom without knowing them from the jsec first?? but fuck the dsmpf #tbfh i shouldnt still be salty about not being able to make friends for whatever reason bc most of the fandom seems so toxic anyway but #i cant help but scoff at people who are like Its So Easy To Make Friends In The Dsmp Fandom Just Do Xyz Forehead 🤪🤪#guess what my fucking guy ive done the entire alphabet and its done nothing for very close to 3 years #idk how YOU did it but it didnt work for me and ive prob done the same shit #luck or whatever i guess #anyway tldr im a little more than miffed that i can BREATHE in the jsec and everyone comes back and new people arrive from little to nothing #but try EVERYTHING for 3 years and meet like. 2 people. in the dsmp fandom. who i dont rlly even talk to much #bc i try to and its a 50/50 if that goes anywhere and i end up feeling like im just bugging them or coming off weird somehow even tho i know #im def not being weird or invasive or uncomf or smth #im very careful abt that #so yeah uh shoutout to jsec i love yall undyingly and fuck the dsmpf bc ive tried it all and even the people i HAVE made contact with i--#wouldnt call friends rlly. more like acquaintances if anything and i feel awkward as hell

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johnsilvers · 1 year

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By the way sorry I’m such a weirdo with my random comments on your posts. I am not in BS fandom proper so you are just cool and giving me my little keyhole view as I reblog and like and watch the show for the eighth time.

oh noooo i don't mind at all <33 i'm happy to engage with anyone who wants to talk about the show so you're not being weird don't worry sjsjsns and i'm kinda honored that i can provide some content for the show/be your personal bs news distributor sjfjsks <3

#my dms are always open!!!!!! if you ever wanna talk more or sth :)#like yeah i welcome all sorts of replies/asks/reblogs etc really so don't stress about it #i know tumblr can be a bit intimidating but this blog is a safe space <3 #sails.asks

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hornfreaker · 4 months

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having to apologize for a vent post that i made on My Own Fucking Main Blog because i sort of vague posted about some of my followers who like to throw themselves into my comments and reblogs with advice and such and one of them got Angry about it and ranted in my dms about how rude i was being. boy shut up I’m turning off comments

#whiskey yelling into the void #this does NOT go for mutuals tho you guys r ALWAYS welcome wherever u want with my blog #ask box comments reblogs anything i love u guys mwah mwah #bc i actually sort of know u guys. i know jack shit about my random followers

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quiescentdestiny · 6 months

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I know it's technically a breakup song but I simply cannot hear Suburban Legends and not sit here thinking hmmm fits a certain traumtized stickball mafia couple if it were an au MCD fic.

#i hate it here in my brain #:)#sometimes im just in the mood for some extra trauma of main characters dying 🙃#plz #to be fair it's at least partially because I physically cannot picture them breaking up????#dying sure but breaking up? no #so anyways #welcome to my blog #where I hear the lines #“Wave crash to the shore. I dash to the door. you don't knock anymore. and I always knew it. That my whole life would be ruined”#and I think about Neil dying #Hi. Hello. welcome I hate it here too. don't worry.#aftg #eh I guess I'll tag #tw death #just in case since it's an original post not a reblog #my posts

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ohcaptains · 7 months

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

pairing. simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader.

synopsis. simon comes home. he's too tired to fuck you right. eventually, he manages to find the energy.

warnings. 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving penetration, blonde simon lol, somnophilia, dry humping, pussy smacking, and crying during sex. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

an. :) life sucked so i found a new animated character to obsess over. please comment & reblog if u enjoyed !

When Simon comes back, he’s dog-tired.

As soon as his feet touch the welcome mat of your quaint little apartment, he feels all of his muscles relax – as if they’re unpinning themselves from his bones – and he has to give himself a pep talk to muster the energy to drag his hand up to ring the bell.

But he doesn’t have to, because you’re ripping the door open – shining like the sun – and pulling him into your body, rendering all 6,4 ft and 240 pounds of the super soldier to complete mush.

For five minutes, you don’t speak. Just hold him, as you gently rub the corner of his jaw, and brush your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He clutches you to him.

His fat, paw-like hands hold your upper back, and you hold him with the same vigour. His body – wrapped in his black compression shirt and army pants – is rock solid.

It’s a weaving of muscles that have been tensed for the last two months. It’s going to take a minute for them all to soften, but like he always does when he’s been away, Simon lets out a deep and resolute sigh.

The breath warms your neck, causing it to tingle, and you grasp him tighter, your body waking up.

It’s been a long two months.

He manages to push your intertwined bodies through the doorway, using his boot to kick the door shut. His house smells like home -- funny how you can’t smell it until you’ve been gone a while.

Vanilla and a citrus fruit, mixed with the savoury scent of his favourite meal. He hums again, and you scratch the back of his head, sending shivers down his locked spine.

He knows the route to your bedroom like the back of his hand, and he maneuvers the pair of you inside.

The curtains are closed and the bed is made. You know him. You know him so well.

You let him push you back onto the bed – a blur of familiar limbs and hair – and he settles lower, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Immediately, you drag your legs up and cross them over the curve of his ass.

You’re all warm and soft and pliable. Dressed in a pair of simple cotton shorts and a vest top, he wants to grab fistfuls of you and remind himself of how you feel in his palms. Wants to drag his lips over your skin, bully his way between your legs and remind himself of how you taste.

Fuck, he wants you, in a carnal, almost primal sort of way, and you the same. He can smell it. A sweet but sweaty longing that melts from you and causes his senses to wake.

But he’s so God damn tired.

You know. Know this routine. Know that he has to settle back in.

In the meantime, you’ll just have to wait.

You fiddle with his hair. “There’s dinner if you want it,” you whisper into the dark bedroom, looping the strands between your fingers, committing the soft feel to memory.

Simon shuffles just an inch on top of you, but still, the slight movement of his clothes and hard, clenched body against yours makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

It’ll be chewed raw by the time he has enough energy to take you. He grunts something into your skin, and after a second, you gather it’s, tired.

His scent clouds you.

When Simon comes back, he always smells the same.

The soap at the barracks is pine scented – shampoo a strict lemon.

But there’s always a leftover grit to him. A hidden layer the soap can’t clean off, and it makes you delirious. Makes you flex your ass up – just an inch, a sweet, gentle inch that has you feeling the hard lines of his thighs and the metal of his zipper, and Simon’s breathing hitches.

You freeze. With your hips pushed tight against his, you stare at the ceiling, hoping that your worn-out soldier hasn’t felt you move.

Simon stays quiet. His breathing settles. You go to apologise, but Simon doesn’t grumble or make a sly comment. Listening closer to his breathing, you gather that he’s asleep.

Jesus, you think, that’s a record. Barely in the door and he’s asleep, he must be burnt out. Figuring that you won’t be able to crawl from under his weight, you decide it’s your bedtime too.

Sleep comes fast.

Hours later, you blearily blink awake. Not much has changed – the room is still dark, Simon is still heavy on top of you, yet now, you’re sticking to him with sweat.

He’s usually a human furnace, but this is different.

Your skin prickles, vibrating at a frequency that has nothing to do with heat. No, this is…you feel a pulsating between your thighs, and wiggle, feeling your slick coating your underwear.

Fuck, why are you so wet? You clench, and the resulting ache forces you to hiss and push your head back against the pillows. What did you dream about? Thinking back, you come up short. Then why--

Simon shuffles on top of you. It’s a slight movement, but it continues, and all at once, your heart clenches.

Holy fuck, he’s—

“Simon?” you whisper, and your boyfriend whines into your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he wheezes, the words wet and desperate. The puzzle pieces lock into place.

He knocks his hips into your crotch once more, and you gasp, clenching, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Simon’s apology comes out again, except this time, it’s christened with a “s-shit – fuck.”

Blinking at the ceiling, you huff and try and glance down, and in the dark, you just about manage to see the outline of his burly body grinding into yours.

You take stock of the situation.

Feel his fat palm around your hip, and squinting, see that he’s got your shorts pulled down around your thighs, and has the band of your underwear looped around his fingers.

Jesus Christ. You fall back into the pillows. “How long have you?” you whisper. “Five – fuck – minutes,” Simon grunts, continuing to roll his thick hips against you. His bulge knocks the edge of your throbbing clit, causing you to gasp again. There’s been no build-up to your want, it’s just there, humming electric, and spread tight over your thighs.

Simon meshes his wet mouth against your chest. He’s tugged your vest top down, too, and his lips close around the skin of your breast. Jesus. He was undressing you as you slept.

“Thought about fuckin’ you, but couldn’t get my pants down, so – shit -- tired. Jus’ woke up and you were just so fuckin’ soft. And wet, Christ, felt you through my trousers.”

Your whole body goes numb. “You were gonna fuck me as I slept?” you whisper, belly flipping. You’d told him – ages ago – that he could, but he hasn’t been here. You’d forgotten.

The image of him pulling your underwear down as you slept streaks across your mind. Imagine waking up with him inside of you, so full and wet and just on the precipice of coming.

Simon grunts. He tugs at the band of your underwear, “I’ll fuck you right, at some point. Just –”

In your delirious state, you manage to finish his sentence, “Tired, I know – I know baby.”

You kiss the crown of his head and whimper into his hair. “Just use me until you’re ready.”

Simon groans out deep and loud. It rumbles against your chest. Echoes through your heart, and you’re so turned on that you begin fidgeting.

You try and squirm away from the stifling ache of your pussy, but Simon’s built like a brick shithouse, so you can’t run from it, just gotta take it and take it and take it, until you can’t anymore, and you break.

You’re so fucked that you don’t even announce that you’re coming, but Simon knows, shit, and as your pussy clenches up tight, he growls low and hard, mumbling, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, until his movements go sloppy, and his breathing goes laboured, and he’s coming into his pants and mewling your name.

When he finally does manage to get inside of you, he doesn’t last long. No, he pushes all the way to the hilt, and you tighten up.

“Stay” you gasp, clenching your pussy around his shaft, and Simon grunts deep and long into your throat.

“S-Stay there,” you moan, then, in case he didn’t hear you, “Stay,” you whisper, and push the ball of your palm into his thick, scarred shoulder.

You were teetering on a knives edge.

You’ve come once since Simon was home, and your second orgasm of his return was right there.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Simon groans into the shallow of your throat, “Did we do enough prep?”

“Yes,” you immediately whisper, not wanting him to pull out.

He’s thick and pulsing inside of you, hard and heavy on top, and God, he kisses at your throat — soft and gentle. You try to swallow down the ball that has swelled in your throat, but tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill.

No no no no, you think. Not now. Not now not now. You try to stifle the tears, but you unconsciously sniff, and despite Simon being perfectly still, he still manages to freeze.

“Sweetheart?”

You inhale, “Yeah?”

Simon looks up; and seeing tears on your cheeks, his face falls, “Did I hurt you?”

You furiously wipe the tears away, shaking your head.

“M’just overwhelmed,” you whisper, and he presses his forehead against yours, going to kiss you, but the movement causes his hips to flex against you, nudging his cock, and you whine, immediately gripping onto the back of his dirty blonde locks.

Simon drops his face into your chest and lets out a pained rasp, “Tightening around me, kid.”

You unclench, “m’sorry.”

“Gonna come quick.”

“S’okay.”

“I’ll fuck you right, just gotta…” he trails off and grabs fist fulls of your hips.

“Fuck,” he huffs wistfully, “This pussy. Missed this fucking pussy.”

You go dizzy with need. Shake your head, and bend to kiss him, tasting his wet and swollen lips. Gently, you knock your hips up into his, and when he lets out a surprised grumble, you flex your hips higher, trying to stuff his cock deeper, further – till you can see it pressing into your belly.

Catching onto your plan, Simon grunts and pushes your hips with his fat palms, pinning your ass to the mattress.

“Stop,” he orders, and the demand goes straight to your cunt. Jesus. He hasn’t been very dominant since his return, and that little instruction has you chomping on the bit.

“Want you, Si.”

“One stroke and I’ll be fucked.”

“Just gotta practice.”

He chokes on a laugh, muttering, “Practice.”

You try another tactic. Clench around his cock and pout, “Want you to come inside me.”

“Fuck,” Simon cuts. You curl your legs back his back and push your foot into the dense muscle of his ass, at the same time rocking your hips up. Simon lets you. Let’s you try and fuck yourself on his cock. With wet lips, you push your mouth into the shell of his ear, shakily uttering his name.

“Gonna fill me up, Si?”

“Fuckin’ filthy, you know that?”

Simon pulls back, and your heart stutters.

You think he’s going to pull out, until he uses your hips to pull you tight against his cock -- your ass nearly sitting on his thighs. His thick, scarred chest is puffed up.

Cheeks red, and he’s got that animal glint in his pretty eyes.

It knocks you for six.

“Where you want it?” he asks, and you’re confused, until he presses the heel of his palm into the middle of your tummy.

“Shoot my load here, huh?”

Your body goes numb. Eyes white out. It happens so suddenly that it scares you, and you’re a mixture of turned on and frightened, but the fear turns you on even more.

All you can do is blearily look up at him as he slides his paw to the other side of your tummy, “or shoot it here. Fuck it so deep that you can taste it.”

He pretends to think about it. Even hums, before he drags his palm up and stuffs his thumb into your mouth. “Or just directly here, huh?” He snarls a smile, “know you like it when your mouth is full.”

You suck at his thumb, and tighten your cunt around his cock, causing his mouth to open, and eyes to flutter, and just like that, you’ve won.

He comes in record time.

But Simon keeps his promises.

A couple of days later – on the seventh day he’s back -- he fucks you so good, that when you wake up the next morning, you get shy just thinking about it.

Lay in bed, staring at the ceiling – your boyfriend fast asleep on your chest -- remembering the debauchery you’d gotten up to the night before.

The pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all it’s done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate behind your eyelids like a migraine.

Simons got you face down, ass up, and as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy.

“Gonna let me inside, baby?”

You sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. Simon watches your pussy spread further, and he can’t help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper.

He presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm. He laughs at you. “Look at your pussy sucking my thumb in, baby. Wish you could see what I’m seeing. So fuckin’ sexy.”

You hum, the words making you wetter – dripping over his thumb.

“Been dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.”

“Okay,” you whisper, so delirious that you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to. Simon raises a brow,

“Yeah?” he asks, tone breathless. Thought he’d get some pushback on that one, but for a second, he forgot that you said the nastiest shit with his dick inside of you.

You nod into your crossed arms, and Simon laughs again, “Free use pussy,” he sounds, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward.

“Oh fuck,” you choke, eyes rolling back. Heat ricochets through your crotch and swamps your belly, before settling back in your aching pussy. Once you manage to collect yourself – and it takes a second -- you huff. “Bein’ mean.”

Simon snorts, grabs your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch, “don’t know the half of it, babe.”

You sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Your desire is visceral, enough for you to taste it on your tongue. Simon pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.

“Soakin’ me,” he grunts, and you sob into the sheets. “Please,” you whisper, then, please please please, and Simon hears your breathing hitch.

This time, instead of checking up on you, he chuckles, “Crying again, baby?”

You sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating.

“No,” you mumble, and Simon sighs.

He reads you like a book. Always has. Always will.

“Lying to me,” he grumbles, then he steers the uncut head of his cock between your folds, whispering, “Lie to me again, and I’ll give you something to cry about,” before bottoming out in one thrust.

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go-learn-esperanto · 10 months

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Have you watched the new "My Adventures With Superman" cartoon that started this week? "Kryptonian" as spoken by Jor-El's computer-hologram is Esperanto. Pa Kent describes it as being clearly no language from this planet....

I have not! But thanks for telling me as I didn't know. That'd probably something fun to check out.

#ask #esperanto #I am gonna start to put a disclaimer on these asks #Although I am still interested in the language and enjoy hearing about it #my blog is not Esoeranto focused and has been for 4 years #the reason I don't change my URL is because it would destroy a lot of links I have #so please if you decide to follow me consider that you're gonna hear a lot about MCYTs #*hasn't been #It's usually sweet posts and I do reblog a lot of classic Tumblr posts if that interests you #but block game and people will appear #(not relevant to OP's ask it's just that I have seen a lot of people following me recently who clearly haven't read my bio)#(it's not that I don't want them‚ they're always welcome‚ it's just so you aren't deceived by my URL)#(Again I still enjoy the language just not the blog is about)

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hermitadaymay · 15 days

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WELCOME TO HERMIT-A-DAY MAY 2024!

I'm thrilled to bring this challenge to you all for the second year in a row! Hermit-a-Day May is a challenge inspired by Hermitober, but with a twist: instead of theme prompts, we focus on a specific Hermit every day!

THE RULES: 1. Any type of fanwork is welcome so long as it features, or is otherwise inspired by, the Hermit of the day. 2. Tag #hermitaday to have your fanwork reblogged, or submit it directly to the blog (Please note that while I recognize the value of fanworks involving more mature themes, and they can certainly count toward challenge completion if you're keeping track for yourself, content on this blog will be kept "PG-13" so that all may enjoy.). 3. Fanworks for one Hermit posted after the day rolls over to another Hermit's day (per the US Central time zone) will be reblogged in a big queue in June. 4. I am not interested in seeing captions or tags in which you disparage your art/skills. We're all improving all the time. Be kind to yourselves.

WHY SHOULD I PARTICIPATE? To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! And because challenges are fun! And because, this year, there's an extra dimension to the event: a fundraiser for Gamers Outreach, featuring art incentives by @rendiggitydog and @belmarzi.

GRAND TOTAL INCENTIVE: For every $150 we raise for Gamers Outreach, belmarzi will make 10 seconds' worth of animatic, featuring as many Hermits as she can fit into the time frame.

INDIVIDUAL DONATION INCENTIVE: For every $65 you personally donate to the fundraiser during the month of May, Rae rendiggitydog will draw you a shaded flats commission of a Hermit of your choice.

WHO’S RUNNING THIS? Hi! My name is Luna! You can use she/her, he/him, ze/hir, or ro/ros/roseself pronouns for me. My main blog is @as-if-unreal. Yep, before you ask, it really is just me, but to be fair I've had a lot of help.

BONUS SUNDAY PROMPTS EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

TFC - May 5th While he may no longer be with us physically, TFC left behind him a legacy of quiet care and good humor, and Hermitcraft would not have been the same without him.

FRIENDS OF HERMITCRAFT - May 12th There are plenty of shows, podcasts, competitions, other servers, and more woven into the internet ecosystem around Hermitcraft, and plenty more people involved in them: just as a small number of examples, Season 9's Rift opened up to a whole server of Emperor friends, and there are always allies to be made in MCC and enemies to be made in the Life Series. Today is for celebrating all of those who, while they may not be Hermits themselves, exist and entertain in proximity to them.

FAVORITE "ALT" HERMIT - May 19th HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who's your favorite?

GROUPS AND COLLABS - May 26th This month is all about one Hermit a day... but what we really love is when they interact with each other. What does your favorite duo or group of Hermits get up to together?

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