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Hello!
My name is Sunny or Max (and also Val, Ko, and Sling!!), I use they/them pronouns! :]
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I write fanfiction (you can find me on Ao3 by the name of Sunnysalt!! ^_^), I draw, and I like to play video games :3
Some fandoms I’m in are: Natm, Phighting (Roblox), Hermitcraft, Solarballs, Hetalia, Pokémon, ROTTMNT, and Spider-Man :3c
Have a good day! :D
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side blogs: @phightingscreenshots @sunnysalt @liliesofthe-valleystaff @solarsilly
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DNI: NSFW, homophobic, transphobic, racist, and if you’re just an asshole in general
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userbox by @sweetpeauserboxes
Posting this separately cuz I’m so fucking insane over them. Holy shit
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after a year of struggling, i got a new laptop and i can finally play sims again! and what better way to celebrate than starting a simblr? i'm bia (any pronouns) and i'm a twenty-something year old living in the usa. i love coffee, cats, and curling up with a good book. my gaming style is domestic and laid back, and i use maxis match cc. i recently made a cc finds blog, which you can find here! i also play animal crossing, stardew valley, and switchcraft so i'll probably post a little about those too! i'm so excited to get started and meet all the amazing artists and storytellers in this community! i'm still looking for mutuals and to follow, so feel free to like/reblog!
dag dag !☆⌒(ゝ。∂)
Hello there! This is our official announcement saying that we are in fact a system. As of now there are 12 of us. We just wanted to let you know
-Tango and Grizzly
Hi everyone,
How is everyone doing? I hope all is going well for you, the world is treating you kindly and your summer break is nice enough :))
I hope I can get back to writing soon enough as I would like to finish Snow Angel. Currently I'm busy at art school making porcelain pottery and what not.
Please take care! I love you :) 🩷❄️🪽
Ps. Jin is back!! I'm very glad he is healthy and well 🩷🩷
finally on spring break so i can dedicate more time to my jake fic 🤭
nooo i get you bc THAT'S MY TYPE i go to some type of college filled with pretentious rich assholes and there's just something with them ughhh everytime one of them takes me on a date i feel so fucking embarrassed bc what am i doing with the enemy we call rich arrogant white boy!!!! but at the end of the day i still let them rail me so..
THE ENEMY. LMAO BUT REALLLLL….
id js like to say my type is becoming arrogant rich white boys so i support you.
(TWINNNN 🤞🏽)
☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity ! heheh
i’m giving u the biggest kiss and uno reverse 🔫🔫🔫🔫
Welcome to White Space!
The beautiful playlist i made for my blog ^
“White space” is the way a refer to my dandy little blog here on tumblr! It’s a safe space for me to write and post my works. I’d like to keep it that way! Please read my rules for further information. :}
I write for plenty of fandoms! These include KNY, OMORI, Saiki-K, Genshin impact, Colourful Stage, Welcome Home, TADC and TOH! I’ve probably forgotten some there, so don’t be afraid to ask if you’re curious! I may branch out to more fandoms in future.. who knows! Check out my master-list to see my works so far!
If you’re interested, you can check out my upcoming fics as well!
My alternative blog is “mar1naisse-tfota” there’s nothing there yet.. but any nsfw fics will go there!
Requesting is totally allowed! All the time too! Please read my rules before requesting though! I’m not too fussy about if you send asks into my inbox or dm me.. so whatever you feel like really!
If you want to get to know me more check out my carrd!
“all i want you to be is better than me”
my father went to Germany once.
His tongue slithered and hissed at the food of the land the whole time he was there, for it had learnt to always fear new things. He ate boiled eggs and french fries and ice cream the entire time he was there.
I will never know how it would feel to be a foreigner so far from home, but this is how I see it: my father, clumsy german and english tinted so heavily with the words his mother first spoke to him, standing in a jewelry store aisle. I will never know, but his image haunts me all the same: my father, browsing through everything gold and glittering. His eyes scintillate brighter than any stone displayed. I would never understand it, but this is what he does: he looks at a ring of jade and thinks- mother would love this. He looks at the store clerk packing it up and thinks- mother would be proud of me.
(When he returns, his mother throws the ring back at his face. It seems to win her love, he needed 24 karats and he was lacking 6, the name of his elder brother and a degree from IIT.)
2. my father lost his job when he was 35
The man who read Mahabharata to me when I was in the womb now looks at amma with empty eyes when she says she can feel the baby kicking. The man who cradled my mother in the palm of his callused hands (carefully, carefully. For her, he was willing to learn not to break all that he loved) now misses all her appointments to the gynaecologist, sleeping in some random park bench with his resume tucked under his head.
My father is 35 and he wants to surrender himself to the sea but knows that just like all the others, it will chew and spit him out of its cruel jaws. My father is 35 and my sister is born. He holds her, but not for too long. When he turns to me, he tells me he’ll buy me all the biryani I want. He clutches my hand tightly as we walk out.
He tells me he’ll stay.
3. i was 13 when I first remember hugging my father.
I am 13 and all baby fat is melting away with the unwanted emotions as I walk up to him one day and put my arms around him randomly.
Broken shards and bandages, a heart that thinks and a brain that sings. I held him for the first time that day and discovered all over again: he has always been warm, my father. My hearth, my sun, my appa. And when he strokes my hair, my head almost fits the palm of his hand. The pressure is grounding and there is a father and a child, a boy and his mirror, a lonely god and his creation, in each other’s arms. Broken shards and bandages, a heart that thinks and a brain that sings.
I learn love from him all over again.
4. my father, he has always been hungry.
Hungry for the sweetest delicacies and the most scrumptious of meals (“More, more, more,” he asks. He is eight, twelve, forty-nine. father mine, I weep, do you think your plate can ever remain full?). Hungry for achievements and praises and glory (“I’m proud of you,” I tell him as he wakes up another day with me, “What for?” “I just am”). Hungry for love and money and the world (this globe has always been too small for his hands and yet, and yet, he can’t bear to hold it for even a second. It’s too heavy, he says, it has always been heavy.) Hungry for fulfilment, for peace and rest (more, more, more).
My father, he has never known what it means not to starve and so he says, ”all i want you to be is better than me.” He has never known to be enough, so he says, ”all i want you to be is better than me.”
But father, don’t you see? I am your daughter, your son, your child, and and and- see? I can’t even say who I am because I don’t know. I’ve never belonged and all boxes tear at the edges when they try to contain me. I’ve never known to smile without lying and to let my wounds heal without picking on them over and over again till they’re bloody. I hold my head high and wear the stilettos you gifted me even though my heels are cracked and my gait is faltering. My mouth always tastes like anger and it’s so tiring to hold all this bitterness in me.
Everything I do, it screams your name. Every poem I write, every tear I shed,screams and cries appa, appa look, are you proud of me?
Father, I’ve learnt to claw through scrapes to fill my belly and even though you’re giving and giving and giving me everything I yearn for my stomach still rumbles (more, more, more) and my claws are still unsheathed. Maybe some of us will never be sated, will never know peace.
But I look at you, and I think: that’s okay. Father, you’ve taught me love and held me through my sleepless nights and brushed away all my tears. I am always filled to the brim with love, I think. Everything I create always comes down to those three words: I love you. Every word I utter sounds like I’ll stay, I promise I’ll stay.
“All I want you to be is better than me.”
But father, don’t you see? I am you.
He deserves a hot spring scene tbh.
Hey guess who?😋🔥‼️‼️
:OOOO I NEVER EXPECTED THIS EVER!!!!!11! I am so shocked rn (also I'm stealing that photo)
me @ u /aff
Karasu is a true fashionista, no one can convince me otherwise!
He rocks that bowtie<3
Inspired by this Twitter post:
Had to draw it as soon as I saw it ʘ‿ʘ
Anyways this is my art, do not repost without credits, thanks.
