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Casual reminder that unless you're getting paid for it, you aren't obligated to create content for anyone here. And absolutely. Do. Not. Feel guilty for making things for yourself. Be self indulgent! Draw the things that bring you joy! Try not to get too caught up in pleasing others or worrying about what people might think or providing for your followers. Take care of yourself. You're an amazing artist and you deserve all the self indulgence. As a treat. And also if you gotta step back and take a break some times don't feel guilty about that either!!! >:(
I rly needed to hear this ty,,
Can teenage shifters please acknowledge the hypocrisy of them shifting to a reality where they're a married 30-something with kids one day, then to another reality where they're still 16 & dating another 16 yr old the next, only to complain about their maturity being affected when they return to this reality.... AND in the same breathe call shifters who are adults in this reality "predatory" for shifting to be and date highschoolers?
How can you say an adult ever shifting to be a teen again and date another teen is "predatory", but you reality hoping from adult-body livin' an adult life to teen-body livin' a teen-life is perfectly okay?
Seeing minors say "why are y'all hating on minors who script in sex? Teens get horny too🫤" is so fucking funny because if you can hoe-it-up for your 50 year old sugar daddy in one reality AND your 16 year old highschool sweetheart in another, then why do you get so mad if an adult shifter wants to be young and experience young love again😭💀⁉️
"It's disgusting for an adult to share details about their teenage love in their dr" AND SO IS MINORS TALKING ABOUT ANY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH AN ADULT IN THEIR DR THAT INSINUATES THEM HAVING SEX, BUT YOU SEEM TO HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THAT💀‼️
"Even if they're a teen in their DR, if they have a teenage love interest, that means that in this reality, they're attracted to minors🤢", you don't seem to apply that logic to instances where you shift immediately from your adult avengers dr to a hogwarts dr now do you🤨?
Istg, 9 times out of 10, the NSFW idea videos on shifttok are made by minors too but no one seems to gaf about that😭
My point being, teenage shifters are the biggest hypocrites in the community. The bias you have towards yourselves is insane. Everytime I see a bitch say "Take breaks from shifting!! Don't rush :) ", I can't help but think about the fact that underneath the encouragement, you're belief that minor-aged shifters can shift to be any age implies the need to pressurize yourself to shift before you're an adult in this reality, otherwise experiencing young love will become nothing but a "pedophilic" fantasy in the eyes of the wider community💀
Nights in Winter Smell Pretty Great
I got a shivering hand and wet
Hugs from the clothes still hung
On the wind-up clothesline.
And it's night under the lamps,
And the moths are beating
Themselves up against the stars.
Three verses and I've run out of smoke.
Three verses and it still ain't been told.
We're tripping over each other,
Waiting for the other all the time
To ask for a light and to dig in.
There's not enough air for crickets
To bite into, so the chill bites into them
And me, always me. Watching
Them live from the window.
Yesterday evening they cut a cake
And someone brought a wreath.
It bled into the white-washed walls
Like my month would for some days,
And the baby was there when
The plates crashed and the sobs broke
After the party curled up to leave.
See, it unrolls like a film or a die
With the edges cut lose from hinges.
Tell me a number, gypsy, and I'll tell you
Why I would still see you snaked into it.
In the crook of seven, in the curve of two,
And a laced soixante neuf printed with
Brilliant blue - the sodium pricks
Like chalk in eyes when you close them
And an ultramarine demon is the halo I have
Beside me when I walk the path that
Is never there at daytime. Even though
Little squirrels have left mud-paw prints,
I doubt they trod the ground alive.
Tell me again, a line this time and I
Will roll it up and give you a light -
The smoke will incense the moon
So eat it up dear, served with the basalt
Hanging over the ravine.
I thought I could go through it like one
Slips to the bottom of a cumulonimbus.
And eventually there will be the earth,
Ready to take your bones and skin
And swallow you whole, as if they'd been
Starved of the seed a lover plants
To carve up another Matryoshka doll.
Empty to the very last case and cold
Where the tired paint flaked off.
Tell me a word and I will make a cloud
In the night with your breath.
- pollosky-in-blue
— ❝on this fateful night...two hearts danced.❞ ˚₊✩‧₊
ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x human! reader
ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…
ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature
ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), angst, fluff
ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, use of alcohol, inebriation, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), male masturbation, overstimulation, riding (no penetration), m/f ejaculation, squirting…i took some things out but i think that’s it?
ᥫ᭡ notes :: what a long week this has been…but we made it! i cannot believe the first thing i post after being on hiatus for months is blue alien sex. anyway, i hope you all enjoy. also, be mindful that the dialogue switches between formal and casual. it’s something that i noticed neteyam and kiri do a lot in the movie. for what reason? idk…but the big font after the read more is intentional bc ik some ppl complain that the small font hurts their eyes :3
ᥫ᭡ word count :: 7.2k
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“You have been wandering off by yourself a lot lately…”
There goes that attentiveness, you could never put anything past her—Kiri, that is. She was just too good (to a fault), and though her keen eye and emotional intelligence were extremely useful, they were also the most aggravating traits about her.
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An Eye for an Eye
Note: THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE MUCH HAPPY MOMENTS/ENDING
Reader takes Lucerys’ place. And to be exclusive, the reader is adopted but has Targaryen blood. This is my first time using plenty of dialogue in hcs. Sorry if this is terrible, I was a bit hesitant to post this
TW: Sadistic/Dark!Aemond, Explicit: Noncon/Dubcon, hunting kink, knifeplay, forced breeding, dacryphilia, manhandling. Violence: blood, abuse, animal death, bruises/scars, choking. Kidnapping & cursing.
If you won’t give him your eye, he’ll take something far more valuable.
Your mother tightly clutched you, shielding you from Alicent’s wrath. “It was an accident,” you told her more than once. The sight of Aemond holding your brother by the neck as he reached for the rock forced your hand. It didn’t matter to Alicent as she reached for Viserys’ dagger, charging at you.
When Alicent cuts your mother’s arm, the chaos is abruptly put to an end. Alicent drops the blade and stares in horror as everyone witnesses your mother’s hand dripping with blood. “Don’t mourn me, mother.” Everyone’s attention turns to Aemond, who is standing with one eye stitched shut. “I may have lost an eye, but I’ve gained a dragon,” he assures her, leaning against his mother’s chest.
As he says this, his safe eye catches yours, and you are met with a frightening glare. In response, you cling tighter to your mother. As Corlys leads the way to the maester, Rhaenyra extends her safe hand to yours. Looking back, Aemond’s gaze has never left yours.
Though you’d like to think you’re glad to be back home, in reality, you hardly feel that way. The vibrant paintings, various dragon motifs, and statues in every nook and cranny are all gone, all life and color sucked out; in their place, you are met with the gray walls and a seven-pointed star.
While walking with your brothers and taking in the training grounds, you felt some solace that they had remained largely the same. However, when everyone’s attention turned to you, your moment of contentment was quickly over.
A commotion draws your attention, and you push against the onlookers, standing between your brothers to watch. The silver hair immediately catches your eye, and you feel a small flutter of fear upon recognizing the figure.
The crowd applauds when Aemond emerged victorious. You gape in awe; Aemond did grow to become quite of a formidable swordsman. “Good job, my prince” You heard Criston say, “Soon you’ll be winning tournaments in no time”.
“I don’t give a shit about tournaments”, was his response and without looking, he addressed your brothers. "Have you come to train?” He asks, facing them. Maybe he’s just ignoring you; you wouldn’t blame him if he did.
“Niece,” he finally acknowledges your presence before Jace could respond, violet moon-eye glancing in your direction. You swear you saw his eye dart up and down. His smile was unsettling, and Jace held your hand as if sensing your feelings. The conversation abruptly ends when the gates are opened.
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