The Grey Oblivion

WE-KIN-HELP’S FIRST EVER GIVEAWAY!

disclaimer: this giveaway is in no way or manner affiliated with tumblr.com

❥ To enter:

- You do not have to be following this account but you do have to be some kind of ‘kin!

- USA/Canada entries only please. I currently cannot afford to ship overseas; although I hope I can for the next one!

- 18+ or have your parents permission. You have to be comfortable with giving me your address as I’ll need it to ship these things to you.

- Reblogs and likes both count! You can reblog as many times as you want over the period of this giveaway.

- Please only enter with one blog! I will be checking winners to make sure.

I will draw the winners via an online generator and will contact them through the tumblr messaging system (so please make sure you have yours enabled! If I can’t contact you, I will pick the next person via the draw!). You will have 48hrs to get back to me!

If you are reblogging this as a promo, please tag it as “not an entry” so I will know! Thank you!

❥ The raffle starts with today, and ends on the 22nd of July or when we hit 2.5k followers!

First place gets:

- $25 (excluding shipping) of whatever kin related thing(s) they want (within reason)

- Two bags of candy of their choice off Amazon

- Playlist/Moodboard/Self care set of the winner’s choice

Second Place gets:

- $15 (excluding shipping) of whatever kin related thing(s) they want (within reason)

- One bag of candy of their choice off Amazon

Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.

And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting

And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster

And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself.

And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.

And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men.

And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.

Since I don’t want people to ever have the idea that I’m trying to force anything or that they are forcing anything by doing any of the following:

Letting your muse fall in over with another muse

Sending crack flirty asks (I love doing this because the answers I get usually make me laugh so hard and it’s so funny. 99,9% of the time I am not expecting us to grow a ship out of that)

Saying to your rp partner that you ship the thing (as long as you do not force them to ship it too, but are simply interested to know if the characters could work out that way and would like to discuss it)

They get ignored, feel unwanted or easily replaceable.      – Insecurities have a way with getting the best of us. In a community where muns are dropped because real life restricts their time online, or someone else replies more quickly, it’s easy to feel like you don’t matter… Especially if you’re one of the blogs being dropped as though you’re nothing more than a reply generator. 

They feel like you’re only writing with them for their muse / that they’re part of a collection.      – Admit it, we all have our favorite face claims / characters that we want interactions with, but there’s a difference between loving a face claim or character, and collecting them like pokemon. No, kids… You really don’t have to catch them all. In fact, a lot of people get turned off and feel like they mean less to you because you have so many of the same muse writing with you, and definitely if all of your threads / interactions become too similar. 

They feel like you only want their muse for smut purposes.       – Who doesn’t love a good smut thread? Some people write only smut, and that’s fine, but there are some that don’t take their partner’s feelings into consideration. If you want to write smut, or do nothing but shippy things, that’s great. You do you and have fun. But some people don’t like when they’ve been hounded for smut over and over. Please be respectful of this fact.

“I’ll follow you/write with you everywhere!” except for that blog…      – We’ve all heard this from people that offer praise from time to time. I’ll write with every muse you’ve got! (until you slap a self promo on the dash for that female muse, that other-fandom muse or an oc you’ve poured your heart into… Then when you get excited about said muse, they lie to you with “I didn’t know that was you!” as though they’d missed the 30 self reblogs of that promo you made for your new muse. 

Too many ‘tell me you like me’ memes reblogged, but not sent in.      – As much as we all hate feeling like nothing more than a meme archive, these are the worst memes to get swiped from your blog, only to receive nothing in your inbox. It wouldn’t kill you to send in the symbol or a little bit of something to make someone feel good. You’re following them for a reason, aren’t you? Tell them that!

They get ignored out of character simply because they aren’t sending constant replies, memes, etc.      – People seem to think that, if you aren’t keeping their muse entertained, you aren’t worth talking to as a person. You see them on the dash talking about having no one, about needing attention, and you think ‘then… what am I to them?’ Just because your partner isn’t clinging to your muse and making you their top priority doesn’t mean you can’t talk to them out of character, that you can’t plot with the other muses they have so you’re interacting, no matter which blog either of you are on. There are people behind these blogs. Living, breathing people that - if they liked you on one blog, they should like you on another. Stop treating them like only your favorite muse of theirs matters – not the writer behind it. 

… They lost muse

UNDERTALE starters

Will looked up from the ground. “…Hello.” Someone is clearly lost. There was plenty going on outside the building and the place was a mess. Why visit?

Will looked up from the ground. “…Hello.” Someone is clearly lost. There was plenty going on outside the building and the place was a mess. Why visit?