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[ampreh]

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[stiffyck]

I really don't wanna come off as rude because I know you've gotten people being nasty about this before, but when you spam reblog things do you think its possible you could have a tag for it? I really love your art but seeing repeats of posts on my blog honestly freaks me out

listen im answering only because you seem really nice but im not gonna tag it nor am i gonna stop. just unfollow me and check every once in a while if you want to see my art. i have an art tag so you can always go through that. this may come off as rude but its not my responsibility to make YOUR dash more friendly or whatever. if something or someone bothers you just unfollow. i see something that makes me uncomfortable that someone i follow posts about? i either block the tag they have for it or i just unfollow and come back to check their other stuff every once in a while.

also tagging it "spam reblog" or something wouldnt do anything as you would still see a shit ton of posts just filtered this time with the option to view said post. you would still get the spam. it doesnt make the posts disappear from your dash.

i have this in my pinned post that all asks about my spam reblogging will be deleted and from now on i wont be answering any asks even if they are like this.

this isnt me trying to be rude this is me saying that im not responsible for making your dash be more enjoyable. you follow who you wanna see and you unfollow/block those you dont wanna see. simple as that.

[celerrie]

curse-breaker

summary: You're the Mystic Arts' best and brightest when it comes to breaking ancient curses, and Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme...well, he's the Mystic Arts' best when it comes to everything else. But when a normal day together at New York City's Sanctum Sanctorum is turned on its head by an invitation from Tony Stark himself to attend this year's Stark Industries Gala, you find that you need to clarify what, exactly, you and Stephen are to each other, and not just to the world at large.

pairing: Stephen Strange/Sorcerer!Reader

warnings: Friends to lovers, eventual smut (in the next part or two! it gets pretty kinky sdnfsnf), reader and Stephen are both really sassy in this but they are also so SOFT to each other and love each other sm I swear

word count: 3,532

a/n: This is set post-Doctor Strange (2016) but pre-DS:MoM (2022)! You can also find it on Ao3 here! Comments, kudos, likes, and reblogs are all so appreciated! Part two is now up here!

One of the funniest things about the New York City Sanctum Sanctorum, in your opinion, was that whenever the postman was about to walk by, it conjured up a mail slot for itself in its front doors.

By all accounts, it made sense for the Sanctum to be enchanted to do this.  Sure, the true purpose of the building was generally unknown to the public (and, you presumed, the government), but it wasn’t as if the Sanctum was some kind of super-secret hideout.  After all, it was literally on the corner of Bleecker Street, in full view of the public.  Of course it was going to receive mail the same way every other building in Greenwich Village did.

But it was still pretty amusing to watch the front doors complete their daily ritual of sprouting a tiny metal slot for a few minutes before letting it disappear again.  And it was extremely amusing to see what credit cards wanted to give Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, a special 0% APR financing offer. 

“Morning,” Stephen said as today’s mail slot in the front door dissipated.  You were already dressed and collecting the envelopes that had scattered on the ground with a wave of your hand, while he was just making his way downstairs for the day, his blue night robe partially covered by the Cloak of Levitation and his feet in slippers that matched his robe.  He was already sipping from a mug of coffee—he’d probably made it with one hand stuck through a portal before getting out of bed, a technique favored by the both of you—and as he walked by you, you proffered the morning paper to him, which he took with his free hand.

“Morning,” you said back, sifting through the mail and setting the spam you’d gotten in one hand to be recycled.

“You’re looking very put-together for a Saturday morning,” Stephen murmured, his voice still carrying a heavy dose of morning grogginess.  He shuffled in his slippers over to his favorite armchair, and you followed after him to disburse his allotment of the daily post.

“I’ve got that curse-breaking intensive to teach over in Kamar-Taj today,” you reminded your friend.  He knew as well as you did that if you had the choice, you’d still be in your pajamas, just like he was; lazy mornings were so rare, nowadays.  “The Mystic Arts don’t take weekends off, Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Don’t I know it,” Stephen sighed, sinking into his seat wearily.  “Anything good for me in the mail today?”

“You got an offer for a discount on satellite TV,” you said, already flicking the envelope containing said offer over to the recycle pile in your other hand.

“The wards still won’t let satellite through for some reason,” Stephen dismissed the offer as he took a deep sip of coffee.  You were well aware of this issue with the wards; it was a mystery that had come on suddenly and that neither you, Stephen, or Wong could seem to solve.

“An offer for the fifth 0% APR credit card this week,” you continued, adding that envelope, too, to the discard pile.

“Just what I need: a chance to spend all the money I don’t have anymore,” Stephen snorted, setting his mug down and snapping the morning paper open in front of himself.

“Oh, and an invitation from Tony Stark to attend this year’s Stark Industries Gala,” you said with interest, turning a very fancy, very expensive-looking metallic red and gold envelope, sealed with the Stark Industries logo in wax, over in your fingers.

“It’s illegal to open someone else’s mail, you know,” Stephen deadpanned without looking over his newspaper at you, and this time, it was your turn to snort as you tossed the still-sealed envelope into his lap before moving to take a seat in your own favorite armchair, just across from his.

“I don’t have to open it to know what it is, Sherlock,” you said, putting all of Wong’s mail in a small pile on the coffee table near his favorite seat, which completed a little triangle with yours and Stephen’s. Wong would undoubtedly head directly there when he got back from his Saturday morning life-drawing classes, so you knew he’d discover his mail with no difficulty.  “Stark gets his gala invitation envelopes custom-designed so they get posted all over social media.  They’re very famous and very coveted.”

“Is that right,”  Stephen murmured, folding his newspaper and turning his attention to the red and gold envelope in his lap.  While you stole his newspaper, then made a portal and reached through, pouring yourself your own cup of joe, he opened the drawer of the table adjacent to his seat and procured himself a letter opener.  Even with the help of magic, his hands shook slightly as he slid the blade beneath the envelope flap, but as usual, he got the job done.

“Pass me your mug if you want some more coffee,” you told him while he read through the invitation.  He obliged, waving his hand and floating his mug toward you—it read “a wise doctor once wrote”, which was followed by an absolutely indistinguishable sample of Stephen’s own handwriting; you’d given it to him for his birthday last year—and you reached it through the portal, topping the brew inside off.

“Thank you, darling,” he murmured, only half paying attention to you and what he was saying.  You tried not to read too much into what he said in moments like this, as a general rule.  Mere seconds later, his piercing blue eyes flitted up from the invitation, his eyebrows raised.  “Well, you’re right.  The man in a can has invited me to this year’s Stark Industries Gala.”

“Congratulations,” you said, levitating his coffee back to him and closing up the portal.

“I don’t think that congratulations are in order.  I have a lot to do,” Stephen snorted, plucking his coffee mug from thin air.  “And Stark’s the kind of guy who’s a real pain in the ass to be around.”

“You think most people are a pain in the ass to be around,”  you returned, unable to resist the slight pull of intrigue that came with hearing your friend gossip about one of Earth’s mightiest Avengers.

“Yeah, but Stark goes beyond that.  You know the type of guy I’m talking about.  Rich, cocky, self-obsessed, thinks he knows everything,” Stephen said, folding the invitation back up and tucking it back inside its envelope.  “The works.”

You stared at Stephen around the newspaper for a moment, trying to parse out if he was aware that he was describing his personality doppelganger to you.  After careful assessment, you decided that he wasn’t.

“Sounds like someone I’d be friends with, if my track record is anything to go by,” you said, setting down the newspaper (it was never really your thing anyway) and giving Stephen a pointed look.

He almost said something, then seemed to think better of it.  A beat passed.

“I’m not rich anymore,” he finally replied, and you smirked, handing him back his paper.

“And you’re all the better for it, Stephen,”  you assured him.  Having too much money never did anyone any favors, and from what you’d heard from him (and seen, in some ways), he had been no exception.  “It’s too bad you’re not gonna go to the Gala, though,” you said, turning the subject back to the matter at hand.  “I hear they’re pretty fun.”

“Who said anything about not going?”  Stephen frowned, flipping back to the page he’d been on.  You took a long sip of your coffee—your mug, a gift from Stephen for your birthday, said “nice tits”, and had several pictures of birds from the relevant family—while shrugging.  You supposed he hadn’t said anything about not attending, and his gripes about his schedule and the host apparently weren’t meant to carry any underlying connotation to them beyond complaining for complaining’s sake.

That was where people went wrong with Stephen, you knew: they’d often say something like, “I thought you said you were busy and you didn’t like the host,” and he’d look at them with all the exhaustion of a genius who now had to explain to a particularly small mind that people could sometimes complain just to vent.  If he was especially unfortunate, his conversation partner might also say something like, “why did you say congratulations aren’t in order, then?  I thought you were saying you weren’t going to go,” and then he’d have to explain that he simply didn’t view being a part of Stark’s personal in-club as something to be congratulated about, and he had never said anything of the sort about not going, and he was, in fact, telling them now that he was going.

And that was why Stephen Strange found most people annoying.

Conversely, most people found Stephen Strange annoying because he had the almost preternatural capacity to use his arrogance to put his foot right in his mouth in nearly any circumstance, and you could tell he was just on the verge of such a moment right now. Ever since you’d first met him and (begrudgingly) befriended him as a fellow acolyte at Kamar-Taj, you’d had an almost impeccable sense of these things.  Wong called it your own unique form of magic.  You called it your own personal curse.

You looked out one of the windows of the Sanctum Sanctorum and prayed to the Vishanti that you would be wrong for once in your life.

“I’m thinking blue and red would work well as our colors,” he finally said, and you groaned internally.

“Our colors?”  Was what you actually asked out loud, arching one of your eyebrows once again.

“For the gala,” Stephen explained, not glancing up from the newspaper.

“I’m going with you?”  You asked, your eyebrow creeping up ever higher.

“Well, I’m not taking Wong,” Stephen’s reply came easily and quickly. 

“You’re currently not taking me, either, Stephen,” you said without hesitation before taking another sip from your coffee.  This, at last, got his attention, his eyes moving away from the newspaper to focus on you.  As his understanding of his mistake dawned in his eyes, the Cloak of Levitation reached its collar over and smacked him on the cheek.

“Hey!  Don’t—I get it, you can stop,” he spluttered, his hands fighting with the Cloak, which was currently trying to smack him on his other cheek.  You couldn’t help but be a bit amused by the scene before you and, if you were honest, a bit relieved, too.  It was good to see that he was getting quicker at figuring out when he was being pig-headed.  He’d been practically insufferable when you’d first met him, but he’d come a long way since then.  Now, he was just occasionally insufferable.  For about the millionth time, your heart went out to Christine Palmer, who had had to deal with Stephen in his pure, unadulterated, self-obsessed form for years.  You didn’t know how she’d done it.

“Will you go to the Stark Industries Gala with me?”  He asked you when the Cloak finally stopped giving him hell.  “Please?”

The please, to your surprise, wasn’t ingenuine.

“No,” you said anyway, draining the last of your coffee and standing up.  You were going to be jittery today from how fast you’d sucked all that caffeine down, but you had a tight schedule to keep.  “Not until you can actually come up with a reason why you want me as your date that isn’t just the fact that I’m not Wong.”

“That’s easy.  You’re—” Stephen started, but your foot-in-mouth senses began ringing a very familiar alarm bell in your head, so you cut him off.

“The fact that you personally find me more attractive than Wong is not an acceptable reason, either,” you said, and Stephen deflated.  You’d been aware that he was interested in you since the third day you’d known him, when he’d had the balls to invite you into his bed.  You’d told him no and to get a haircut, he’d wound up gaining respect for you as a result, and you were, somehow, still stuck with him.

“Plenty of people bring someone as a date to a function because they find them physically attractive,” Stephen argued.  The Cloak went to smack him again, but this time, he was fast enough to move away and get his hand up in time.

“Sorry, did I say a reason?  I need a few, at least,” you decided.  If there was one thing you were not doing, it was going down the route of letting Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, resident genius and occasional monumental asshole, think that he could take you places on his arm just because you were pretty and he was himself.  As much as you’d never admit it to him, you adored him and respected him, and if he got his way with this, you knew things would go south between the two of you faster than you could say, “thanks for the invitation, Tony.”  You’d heard about how he’d fucked up with Christine, and he wasn’t going to get the same chance to ruin his friendship with you. “You can fill me in on them later.”

“All right, fine,” Stephen said with a defiant huff.  “I will.  But you should know,” he added, a teasing gleam in his blue eyes, “that there’s a possibility that if you let me think about it, I’ll end up deciding that all the reasons vote in Wong’s favor.”

“Then, in that case,” you teased back, slipping your sling ring on and conjuring up a portal to your room.  You reached through and grabbed your travel-slash-teaching bag, then let the portal fizzle closed,  “you’ll have found your ideal date, and all will be well.”

A smile crept over Stephen’s face at this, and he set down his coffee and newspaper, standing up.  You knew he was going to say something, but for once, your foot-in-mouth senses weren’t going off.

“Will you be home tonight?  Or are you staying at Kamar-Taj?” He asked.

You blinked.  You weren’t sure Stephen had ever referred to the Sanctum as home before.

“I was just going to stay, since tomorrow is day two of the curse-breaking class,” you said.  “Why?”

“I was hoping you’d be back, so I could impress you with my list of reasons as to why you’re my ideal date,” Stephen said, his voice dropping into his low range.  You tried to ignore the way you liked the sound of his deep, smooth baritone.

Moments later, you found you didn’t have to try, because your foot-in-mouth senses began going off yet again.

There was something else.

“And?”  You prompted. 

Silence stretched out for a moment.

“And there’s something that I really need your opinion on,” he finally added.  You actually did groan aloud at this, a loud, frustrated sound that echoed around the Sanctum.

“We almost had a moment, Stephen.”

“Yes, well, I’m allergic to those, as you’ve so kindly told me,” he said with a wry grin.  You found yourself fighting down a smile of your own in response.  God damn him.  “It’s important, though.”

“What’s it about?”  You asked, eying your friend as you adjusted your travel bag on your shoulder.  You’d learned over the years that his definition of important could span a wide range of things, including otherwise mundane things that were elevated to that status only because they were related to him.

“I heard from Hamir late last night that there’s been an old ritual site discovered at an archeological dig in the Transian Mountains.  It appears to be heavily warded,” Stephen said, his eyes solemn as they regarded you.  “He thinks it’s an ancient curse.”

Oh, shit.  This actually was important.

“Was it our people working on it?”  You asked, hoping against all hope that the answer would somehow be yes.

“No,” Stephen said quietly.  You took a moment to process this, drawing a deep breath before speaking.

“How many dead?” 

“Seven.”

You sighed, carding one hand through your hair.  Another tragedy that you and the Masters of the Mystic Arts could have prevented.  These things so rarely went well for the non-magic people doing the early grunt work of digging out sites where black or chaos magic had once been involved, and yet, due to the relative secrecy around the Mystic Arts, it wasn’t as if you could just tell every excavation team to get in touch with you at Kamar-Taj like some sort of magical Dig-Safe.

“I know you have a lot on your plate this weekend,” Stephen said, moving closer to you and putting one hand on your shoulder.  He didn’t bother to use his magic to disguise the shaking and occasional random spasming of his fingers—not around you.  You knew his true condition all too well.  “But we need to get on this sooner than later, and I don’t want to have anyone else working on this.  I…I don’t trust anyone else with this.”

In that moment, you knew he was speaking to you about this as Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, who had to get this situation handled, but he was also speaking to you as Stephen Strange, the man in novice robes who’d latched onto you when you’d been a slightly more advanced acolyte and he’d been a fucking mess desperate to find someone who could teach him how to open even the most measly portal and maybe show him a shred of compassion and companionship without infantilizing or idolizing him in the process.  He was talking to you as the Stephen Strange who had somehow both driven you crazy and earned your profound affection since then, who had ascended to the position of Sorcerer Supreme while fending off the Zealots with you, relying on you every step of the way, who had invited you to stay at the Sanctum Sanctorum in recognition of your prowess and value to him and the Mystic Arts as a whole and who had, apparently, come to think of this shared space with you and Wong as his home.

How could you deny him this?

“Get someone to send over pictures of the site, and I’ll be back in the evening to look them over with you,” you said, watching as Stephen exhaled in relief.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into his broad and tall frame.  The hand on your shoulder moved to the back of your head, fingers trembling as he pressed your cheek close to the cool silk of his robe, and his other arm wrapped around your upper back, lower than your shoulders but higher than your waist.  You wrapped your arms around his chest in turn, holding him tightly.  A wave of calm washed over you, as it always did when Stephen held you, and you wondered if he felt it, too.  Was the fierce emotional magical connection between the two of you one-sided, or did you speak into his mind the way that he spoke into yours, telling him what you were going to say before you even said it?  Or was it something different for him, a knowledge of some other part of you that evolved for him before you yourself were even aware of it?  Did you even need magic to know the darkest crevices of each other’s hearts and minds anymore, or had you, over the years, shown enough light in those spaces to be able to read one another intuitively but still call it magic anyway?

“Be safe in class today,” Stephen’s voice, again in his low range, reverberated through his chest into your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I haven’t let a novice curse-breaker blow themselves—or me—up yet,” you assured him, moving to pull away from his embrace.  You were surprised, though, to find that he wasn’t ready to let go.  In fact, he held you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Good.  Because if you do, I won’t rewind time to save you,” he murmured with absolutely no seriousness behind his words whatsoever.

You pulled away in earnest this time, smirking up at Stephen.

“And then you’d get to take Wong to the Stark Industries Gala.  I see how it is,” you teased him.  He snorted and laughed, shaking his head as he slowly slid his hands off of you.

“You’re always a couple steps ahead of me,” he said, stepping back from you as you slipped your sling ring on again.

“In all seriousness,” you said, pausing before you opened a portal to Kamar-Taj.  “Wong would probably be a great date to a gala.  He’s got an excellent fashion sense, tells funnier jokes than me, and he can dance.”

“I mean, I agree he’d be a fantastic date, but—wait, how do you know he can dance?”  Stephen asked as you circled your arm, the sound of sparks crackling to life in the room.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Stephen,” you grinned, stepping through your portal.  “I’ll see you later tonight.”

As you let the portal close, you heard Stephen ask,

“You think I’m pretty?”

[Part 2]

[victarin]

Hello!! I just discovered your page due to seeing someone I follow repost your unknown fazco entities post of Moon entering our room! I just gotta say I love the terrifying idea of it and for me, things that look like the creepy images from the mandela catalog, gives me extreme paranoia(yet here I am still torturing myself by looking closely at your art for this au bc it fascinates me) and so I just gotta ask, do you ever get creeped out by what you make for this au? It’s freaken incredible and I love it so much, so sorry if I spam you a bit with likes :’)

HEY HI ! glad to have u here :)

i do sometimes !! its rare bc i already know whats going to happen, so im more worried abt whether other people are going to find it scary. but i'll mess up editing sometimes or some other accidental things and get spooked that way! mainly thinking abt when i was editing the breathing in the third video and it lasted longer than the visuals (by accident) when i rewatched it which scared me LOL (i ended up keeping that in) & when i was viewing the thumbnail of one of the fazco files on procreate and moon started moving and i got spooked bc i DID NOT know that procreate previewed animations like that

yeah.

honestly what most often gets me is staring at the eyestrain for hours and just getting sick of it :') anyways THANK YOUU im SO GLAD ur enjoying the au !!! ALWAYS always makes me super happy hearing that other people like it :)) thank you for sending this ask too it was super fun to answer !!

[VD: a frame from the third fazco video (a digital illustration of a bright computer on a desk) on the procreate fullscreen thumbnail viewer. the thumbnail swipes to the right to show the option selection thumbnail instead, with moon crouching in the door. after a moment, moon uncrouches and walks forward before disappearing. / end VD.]

[onepiecebrained]

Announcement: I am moving accounts‼️

Moving to @cobymeppocean

I will not be posting new art here nor frequently logging into my main ( @cuttingmyfangs ) but everything will stay up as an archive + my instagram / ao3 will be the same.

To all my friends and mutuals, I'll be able to follow you back with my art account now so please stay in touch with me on my new account! 💖

explanation for my move under cut

I originally made my main blog for posting fanart and memes for another fandom before restarting it and also making this side account for my one piece / koby and helmeppo works but I wanted to fully commit to one piece with my main (also so it is less confusing for my mutuals because I treat this account like a main but then seemingly disappear when it comes to liking posts and following back 😅)

My biggest regret was only making this a side blog because I did not understand how they worked before since I was new to tumblr. I didn't realize I could not follow people or like posts and sometimes when reblogging or replying I am on the wrong account 😭

I think starting fresh would also be good because I am going to commit to my new art style a lot more so everything can keep more consistent. I want to post more higher quality drawings, I might make a doodles side account instead that I don't really check up on unless I am shitposting. Plus I won't post daily anymore (apologies to those that are used to their daily dose of kobymeppo) I will still draw daily because otherwise I will go insane, but I'll only post when I have a good amount of images all together after a couple days which will help prevent me posting too much in a day and spamming your feed.

Thank you for reading all of this and I hope to see you on my new account! 🫶

[lovesick-boyz]

hi.

well… after being stalked and harassed for the past couple of months, i am finally back!! stay tuned lol i got some fics lined up for y’all 😁

anyway if you read that first line and thought to yourself “WTF?!?”, here is the full story for my curious readers (just a warning, it’s long and i rant a lot):

a couple of months ago, i started getting tagged by random accs on tiktok and insta that posted vids accusing me of the most random and heinous shit. honestly, it just baffled me the first time i saw them bc they made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

when the first ones popped up, i just blocked them thinking it was a random troll and went on with my life.

but then i kept getting spammed by other accs with new posts where they not only involved me but also my friends, and accused us as a friend group of being horrible ppl.

i had enough (i can’t even remember how many accs i blocked) and deleted ALL my social media apps for a while (i.e. more than a couple of months, oops) and basically isolated myself from ppl so that i could focus on other things to distract me (i ended up making daily exercise a habit so ig that’s one good thing that’s come out of this lol, i also rewatched all the marvel movies in timeline order hehe). i wish i continued writing so i could’ve at least had more content to share by now, but i was feeling so negative and pissed that i couldn’t even bring myself to write anything (i even uninstalled notion from my phone and that’s where i keep all my drafts and fic ideas)

i only found out the full situation less than a week ago when i reinstalled tiktok bc i missed it, only to find more burner accs harassing me. i finally had enough so i reinstalled insta to rant about it on my spam acc for my friends to see and to my surprise a couple of them knew who it was and explained the whole situation to me.

it was my first time interacting with ppl outside of my family in months lol, when i tell y’all i isolated myself i really did mean it 🙃 my irl friends didn’t even know anything out of the ordinary was happening bc i’m notorious in my friend group for going off the grid for months at a time bc of how bad my mental health gets sometimes, they know to just let me be and let me deal with it alone bc they understand that’s how i work best. (they won’t see this bc they don’t know this tumblr exists but i wanna apologise to my dear friends for my disappearing acts, my bad, i love y’all for being so understanding and still being my friend after all this time 🫶🏼)

anyway, it turns out the culprit was this guy that my friend had rejected previously and he’s so bitter and hateful that he decided to harass me bc he knew i was one of her bffs (the ppl he targeted were the ones in her closest friend group which included me)

but here’s the kicker: I’VE ONLY TALKED TO THIS GUY TWICE!! AND EACH TIME WE TALKED FOR LESS THAN 5 MINS ABOUT IRRELEVANT SHIT!!! WHY AM I INVOLVED?? YOU DON’T KNOW ME!!!!

when my friend found out she was so surprised and appalled that he was harassing me too, bc him, my friend, and the other ppl he targeted all go to the same college together (and i’m the only one in the friend group that goes to a different college, so to reiterate once again: this guy barely knows me! the last time we spoke was at my friends bday party 3 years ago!! he’s literally insane!)

she knew he was harassing my other friends since they’re all in the same school and know him in person, she didn’t think i would be involved too and i couldn’t believe i was.

anyway, i just wanted to rant about this whole thing bc i’m having a hard time processing it tbh. i hope that guy rots in hell and also finds a job there bc he was acting hella unemployed like who has time for this? he made me feel so confused and paranoid for weeks and i hope he gets all the karma he deserves in the universe.

y’all wanna know something funny tho? i started writing a changmin stalker fic in june, way before this whole situation happened. life imitates art ig 🤪 anyway i finally finished it and i’m gonna release that fic next after i fine tune it, at least now it’ll be somewhat realistic lmaoooo

[frozenhi-chews]

TELL US ABOUT THE AU!!

ROLLS OUT OF BED. - INHALES -

Hello!!! I thank you for this because hel my brain has been rotting. Okay, so 👏

This AU is based off of Good Omens, so if there's similarities, there are. But it also somehow got its own identity. And I thank you for this time to infodump! (In fact, I might put it all under a "read more" in case)

When this AU first starts out, Pancake is a demon, and Spamton is an angel. Pancake is a hell-born demon, hence her wings. Spamton was a regular angel, before somehow gaining the poewers and abilities as a Searaphim. Not quite wanting other statuses yet. And these two have known each other for a VERY long time.

The two did end up meeting in secret a LOT. Over time, they ended up falling in love, and meeting a lot more. But others started to *notice* things about them. Disappearing for hours at a time, not doing responsibilities as much. It began to raise some brows.

Spamton is the equivalent to a salesperson, an advitisor of sorts. He's a messenger, essentially trying to "sell Heaven" as a good thing. Something which had been pounded into his head on the regular.

Pancake is someone who deals with death (any surprise there?). She tries to bind those who die down to Hell. But more often than not, she gives a lot of people who died early a second chance. Behind Hell's back of course.

Eventually the two realized that they could not continue living like this. It's getting too risky, Spamton is starting to lose some saving grace, Pancake is losing some reputation of her status as a demon. It's a whole big mess. So, without telling each other, they both decided to change sides.

Pancake decided to redeem herself for Spamton, Spamton chose to fall for Pancake. And they didn't tell each other. Somehow, Pancake gained redemption first. Looking for Spamton in Heaven. But Spams was nowhere to be seen, because he was falling and nobody liked him and it was a mess.

She eventually saw him fall, catching him as he felt the last of his glory seep away from his being.

It was a hard time for both. They had to fundamentally change themselves. Something that showed physically on their bodies. Pancake's bat wings became white, and Spamton's feathered wings became black. Spamton had a massive body change where he was turned into a puppet as a punishment from Heaven, remarking he "was a puppet to the Devil" as he fell. Pancake kept her demonic looks, her horns, claws, heck her wings still stayed leathery.

Despite this, and their struggles, they know how the other is feeling. They do their best to help each other, all while living on Earth because *screw the eternities*. They've been living on earth for centuries. No mortal has noticed yet, and Heaven and Hell aren't that caring. Yet.

It's a fun, silly AU I made because Good Omens got me SO GOOD. I love it! And hopefully there'll be more art of it soon. Hope ya like this infodump, thanks Lex!!

[harmonyckrs]

Day 11 of Twisted Strangetown: The Police Are Actually Doing Something

THE PREVIOUS DAY

NAME: TYBALT CAPULET

LIFE STAGE: TEEN

STATUS: UNKNOWN

SPECIAL NOTES: The most recent victim of the disappearances, and the the eldest child of the surviving Capulet family.

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Dear Diary,

Tybalt Capulet is missing.

Because of this, school has been moved online. Grandpa decided to install some security cameras around the house, and Juliet and Mercutio won't stop spamming each other with insults in our homeroom's group chat.

I've also been hearing a lot of police sirens lately, which is strange considering Tybalt isn't even the first person to disappear. Why did it take him disappearing for people to sudden give a shit? Is it just because he's from a rich family that people care about or something? That'd be really fucked up if that was true.

Grandpa also got a call from Olive and I overheard them talking about Tybalt for a bit, saying all those dumb flattering words that people usually say about dead people before Olive mentioned that she noticed him leave the house at 3 am and turn towards the area with the condos. I'm not sure why Grandpa decided to put the call on speaker, but maybe he's losing his hearing and either way it helps me a lot. Grandpa and Olive started talking about the condos and its residents, consisting of the Curious family, Dina's sister, some guy whose wife disappeared a while ago, Ripp and his family, and a gym bro turned mythologist.

And that made me remember something! That mythologist was named Cyd, and Ms. Broke said he would have info on fairies. But Grandpa was being paranoid about me potentially disappearing, so I decided to try to get in contact with him. Unfortunately there's like no info on him at all besides some stuff about him being the founder of the "Dognatchi" technique, which I remembered doing with Dad as one of the few moments where he acknowledged my existence without yelling at me. I guess I have him to thank for that lol

After this I decided to call Ripp, only for it to end up voicemail along with this random guy telling me not to call again. Weird ass voicemail but whatever. Since Ripp wasn't available to investigate Cyd, I decided to just call Dirk only to find out his dad's trying to suck up to Kent in order to see if he can use him to get Dirk into private school, and Dirk's trying to befriend Ms. Heiress herself since Kent brought her along.

Good for Mr. Dreamer! I didn't think there was anything more to him other than liking art and fantasizing about a married woman, but it seems like he's not a total loser!

Unfortunately that does mean there's nobody else who can investigate for me. Angela's further away than I am, and considering how Dustin is right now I'm not sure if it's a good idea to ask him. I guess I'll just wait until tomorrow.

Meanwhile, somewhere else...

"Congratulations, Brandi, for being the first to befriend a fairy. As a reward, I can grant you a wish..."

THE NEXT DAY

[animeyanderelover]

21/25. This character was picked by me.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, clinginess, delusions, jealousy

Yandere Kuga Terunori Hc's

🥘​Kuga has to only see his darling passing by him once before he's already completely struck, it's love at first sight for him. A worshipper without a doubt, he looks at his darling as if every star in the universe is inside their eyes and he adores everything about them, even things they're insecure about. He definitely is delusional, convinced that you like him but are more shy and embarrassed to admit it so it's easy to twist words and actions of dislike into something else. It escalates to the level where he tells others that you two are dating and his behavior certainly doesn't help those rumors. Very obsessive, he is on edge when you aren't with him and wants to know where you are. If he has got his hands on your number expect him to spam you with calls and messages where he whines for you to come back. The male comes over as insensitive since he wants to know more private secrets of you quickly and is convinced he has the right to know as your "boyfriend".

🥘​Clingy and possessive. His darling discovers quickly that Terunori is terribly touchy, his hands always locked around your waist or his cheek rubbing against yours like some sort of tame cat. You'd be a bit startled to know that he's quite territorial despite being a social individual. What do you expect from a attention seeker such as himself. He attempted a few times to stalk you but this is an art he can not master since he's prone to explode when he sees someone else being very close to you.

🥘​Since I already mentioned that he is an attention-seeker it is self-explanatory that he naturally dislikes anyone who takes your attention away from him. He grows squirmish in a matter of seconds which is noted by you with his grip tightening around you and trying to win your attention back. He won't have much of a problem to interfere if he doesn't know the person and he ends up mocking them a lot with a gleeful grin on his face. He manages to be confident despite his jealousy since he knows of his privileges as one of the Elite Ten. He's less of a dickhead when he is around people he knows and respects, though he's still highly annoying and extremely pouty for being ignored by you. Let's see how long you can endure him smothering you before you snap.

🥘​His status is somewhat intimidating already, not to mention that he is a little asshole around those you know but he doesn't. A Cooking Battle should settle the matter if he's still in the academy since he stands at the top for a reason. Kuga is a terribly competitive individual after all, eager to prove to his darling that he is the best so he makes it his goal to beat anyone who you seem to like in hopes of eventually having you acknowledge him. He also uses his men to scare competition off or anyone he views as a problem. His rather playful mockery disappears once someone actually bullies you or hurts you in any way though because the fun stops there completely and he might as well start bullying them. He abuses his power, probably ends up forcing them into a Cooking Battle and will demand a high price in case he should win.

🥘There's never been much of a question that his darling and him will live together right after graduating and he is saving money already for a pretty house. He's terribly pushy with his dream he envisions in regard of your shared future and protests go through his ears. Your mouth will only start hurting if you try to reason with him. It's quite scary how unshakable his delusion is and Terunori won't give up on his pestering at all. If he has to force you into moving in with him, he won't have much of a problem since it's all in the name of your future together with him.

​🥘​I think that is a given in Food Wars but there is an immense thing of pride going on when it comes to his darling enjoying his food and he wants to be the only one to cook for them. Kuga is fuming when you prefer the food of someone else and indefatigable to create something more delicious. Loves feeding you and he's all too smug if you admit that you crave his food and want him to make some for you. Repay him with a kiss and he'll make you whatever you want. He's a sucker for your affection and especially loves to lay his head in your lap. Bonus if you start playing with his hair. Wants to marry you badly soon after graduating and for the better or the worse he tells you about this fantasy of his. Overall a huge sucker, he doesn't even snap if you point out his height though he ends up whining about it for a long while after.

[ampreh]

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[musikcore]

Welcome! ★ ~

This blog uploads screenshots, official art, GIFs of the ClassicaLoid anime series. Note that it won't contain any fanart!

Personal hashtag: #musikcore (it's for my thoughts, shit posts, out of context screenshots, memes).

Want to do some activities? Go to #MusikActivity to find some tasks to have fun!

I may post a lot of blogs in one day then disappear for weeks, maybe months. Apologies for the spam if I do appear at that one day.

You are free to use any images I uploaded as your profile pictures, banner, wallpaper, edits, etc. Any images I upload belongs to the creator of ClassicaLoid (Sunrise and NHK).

✨ P.s. any post may contain spoilers! I highly recommend you to finish whole 2 seasons before coming in here.

About Me!

I'm agender and aroace.

I struggle a lot with detecting ships and pairings in medias, I just rely on people most of the time.

Sometimes, I struggle reading a big block of text and may misread some words. Be patient with me if I misunderstood you!

I suffer from dyslexia, I may have some troubles at reading!

Content Warnings!

I noticed that the series has these stuff in. By that, I'll try to slap these tags in my blogs if it contains such scenes.

cw: flashing

flashing lights

Submission / Ask Box Rules!

You may request a specific character or a scene from the show via nudge to be uploaded. You can also confess about the anime itself, but don't expect me to reply with my thoughts about your confession! However there are some rules:

If you're submitting an artwork made by another artist or you made it yourself, I won't upload it. I want to keep this blog to explicitly contain official artworks or from the anime itself.

No NSFW / Suggestive requests, confession, or topics.

I might reject requests & asks if I am unable to do so, due to:

I don't have enough resources for your request.

I am uncomfortable answering or the question itself is problematic.

Non-ClassicaLoid related.

Other personal reasoning.

Please let me know if I ever say anything that is considered offensive, I'll delete/change them as soon as I can. Note that it is unintentional.

There is a Discord Server called "ClassicaLoid Fan Server". If you are interesting in joining the server, please DM me!

Have fun! ✨

[aamaryst]

apologies to all the people who followed me for art only to get a spam of 20 posts at a time of whatever my current brainrot is at 2 or 3am every two weeks before i promptly disappear again

[ts4ritsa]

✧ about me page …

this page contains pretty much all you need to know about my blog and me as a person :D

regarding me ┆彡

- heya there, call me sar! I’m the sole moderator in charge of this blog. you can refer to me with any pronouns but I’d appreciate they/them.

general info ┆彡

- here, you will find posts of mine that mainly consist of me indulging my follower’s requests and/or desires by writing reader-insert fanfiction of them being paired with characters in the shows and games they enjoy. sometimes I like to post my own thoughts and headcanons about my fav characters too

- if you would like to submit a request, please see my rules page first, then submit it through my inbox!

- also, I generally write in 2nd person POV and lowercase writing is a stylistic choice. but, oneshots will have proper grammar

- although this is primarily a writing blog, I do post other silly little things from time to time

likes ┆彡

- cats: I love cats. I have one and she’s my baby fr (she will be the death of me)

- self-care: taking time off to just relax and prioritize my well-being. this includes spa days, shopping sprees, basically just me-time! it’s a reason why I take time off my blog every now and then too. don’t forget to put yourself first!

- writing: I think this one’s obvious lol — it’s something I like to do for fun, since I love to create stories and I occasionally tend to daydream about what it’d be like to exist in the fantasy worlds of my favorite fictional medias

- making & drawing ocs: I absolutely LOVE creating my own original characters and bringing them to life with art. I like to brainstorm ideas in my head and use songs make up lore for em!

- medias: I like all of the medias I write for and have listed on my home page, but here are some others that I also enjoy — honkai: star rail, genshin impact, doki doki literature club, cookierun: kingdom, super danganronpa another 2, project: eden’s garden, amanda the adventurer, baldi’s basics, bendy and the ink machine, five night’s at freddy’s, spy x family, kakegurui, demon slayer, panty and stocking, onibi series, the music freaks, south park, teen titans, clone high, the proud family, kim possible, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, squid game, heathers, mean girls, six, descendants, across the spider-verse, the super mario bros. movie

* I do want to write for some of these fandoms in the future but I still need to get a general grasp of the story and characters before I do so. also I am totally open to new fandom suggestions

fun facts ┆彡

- this blog’s birthay is on june 16th, 2022!

- the fandoms I am currently most fixated with are danganronpa and total drama ★

- a side-project I am currently working on is my old fanganronpa story that I made a few years ago! since I was falling back into the dr hole again, I decided to pick it back up. I love my cast they’re so silly

before you follow ┆彡

- I have nothing but platonic love for you guys! so if I ever say “ILY” or anything like that and spam heart emojis just know it’s always gonna be platonic

- I do like to answer asks and talk to anons! feel free to tell or ask me anything (with the exception of trauma dumping and asking overly personal things obviously)

- I prefer following on my own so I’d prefer not being asked to be mutuals with anyone randomly. I’d like to get to know you a little first; or if we post related content, have similar interests and we’ve interacted at least once before

- I revamp my blog pretty often because I am bad at settling down with themes

- if you’d like to become an emoji/named anon, send me an ask or request with your sign off and I’ll add you right away ^^

- I can disappear from time to time because of writer’s block, so yeah sorry about that in advance

- please don’t bring up any problematic or controversial topics on this blog — I want this account’s purpose to be solely for fun and I’m not trying to associate with problematic subjects or people :)

faves ┆彡

- amphibia: anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha waybright, darcy

- danganronpa: byakuya togami, angie yonaga, makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, genocider syo, hajime hinata, mahiru koizumi, hiyoko saionji, ryota mitarai, chiaki nanami, kirumi tojo

- genshin impact: kamisato ayaka, hu tao, xiao, furina, shenhe, kamisato ayato, xiangling

- honkai: star rail: gepard landau, fu xuan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, tingyun, kafka, silver wolf, stelle, dan heng

- madoka magica: homura akemi, mami tomoe, kyoko sakura, madoka kaname, sayaka miki

- project sekai colorful stage: airi momoi, emu otori, kanade yoisaki, rui kamishiro, all of mmj and niigo tbh, an shiraishi

- steven universe: peridot, yellow diamond, pearl

- the owl house: darius deamonne, luz noceda, amity blight, lilith clawthorne, edalyn clawthorne, boscha

- total drama: courtney, heather, leshawna

- yandere simulator: umeji kizuguchi, raibaru fumetsu, musume ronshaku

[cupids-darling-love]

- RP Rules/Info

⋆ Please be literate to advanced literate (the minimum a few paragraphs). I love DETAIL, tell me every little thing about your oc and the setting. Of course make it make sense but give me DETAILSSS. I don't do anything, nor will I accept anything less than a paragraph. I just don't enjoy roleplays like that, sorry.

⋆ Help in making the plot! Coming up with ideas and keeping it alive. I’ve had to be the one so many times keep the rp going good and alive. Roleplaying is a team effort and I would like us both to bring in ideas and all. Of course please ask before doing anything and I’ll do the same. This includes asking me to do big timeskips! Ask and I’ll usually always say yes. I just want there to be enough communication between us :).

⋆ Oc’s do not have to be in wikis for me! I love coming up with new characters all the time for roleplays and all! I also do not mind animated or realistic face claims (depends also whether the fandom is animated or realistic). I’m a bit picky when it comes to drawings, especially traditional just bc it’s hard for me to imagine. (No hate to anyone that uses their art work! Honestly that’s so cool just I’m picky about it myself). Under no circumstances will I ever rp with a gacha oc OR furry. (If the fandom is something like bastard then I’ll maybe make an exception, but fandoms like that I usually humanize the characters bc I feel uncomfortable otherwise).

⋆ I have school and work! Yes I have a life outside of roleplaying and all that. So please do not spam me or constantly ask when I’ll reply. When I can, I will. Ofc if it’s been a few days you can remind me! Sometimes I forget bc I’m so busy. Usually I’ll always say when I can’t reply tho so don’t worry. All I ask is that you do the same. Tell me when you can’t reply, tell me if you get bored or don’t want to rp anymore! I completely understand. Like I said I just want there to be communication between the two of us outside of the roleplay.

⋆ I love doing double ups, yes it can get a bit overwhelming but I do love them! Especially for fandom roleplays. For doubles ups I please ask that you don’t put more effort only to your side and not to my side. I’ll keep things even all the time and I ask that you do so as well so the both of us are happy :). I can do ocxoc, ccxcc (depending on the cc), or ccxoc! I can usually always play any cc so don’t be shy to ask.

⋆ I will only be doing double ups for ocxcc, I won’t play a canon character for your oc and receive nothing back in return. If it’s not a double up then I will only play MY oc. But I don’t find that really fair either so I’m more than open to doing a double up! (If you'd prefer ccxcc for your side then that's totally fine with me). I'm open for doing double ups without it being tied to a fandom as well!

⋆ No ‘uwu subs’ or ‘Mary-sue emo’ or super op characters😭. I can not stand these types of oc’s. Please give me characters with actual stories to them and not ones that just want to be babied bc I won’t baby your oc like that. And pls, you’re oc that looks and acts like a f-ing child isn’t gonna be paired with one of my ocs that looks and acts like an adult. I’m warning now I’ll honestly just leave if I see this starting to happen :P.

⋆ Depending on the fandom and storylines, triggering topics will be brought up throughout the rp. So please tell me any triggers you have beforehand as I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. My only triggers are weird kinks like necrophilia, vomit, scat, anything with kids like age play, etc.

⋆ I'm very open to writing out NSFW content BUT it can't be the whole premise of the plot. There has to be an actual story before we get to the NSFW side.

⋆ Please let me know if you're going to be leaving or if the roleplay isn't what you expected. I don't want to be wasting my time either coming up with a plot, talking ooc, getting into the story then you disappear and leave. Let me know if my writing isn't your style or if you want to change the story up, that's completely fine with me! I'm more than happy to make sure we both have a fun time :).

[violynsolo]

seeing some of my arcanetwt friends confused by tumblr so here are 10 tips, hopefully i can explain them in a succinct way that is specifically relevant for you all!

follow blogs and tags to see posts! eventually tumblr will accurately recommend things you like and show them on your for you page/"try these posts" on the explore page but i usually just scroll my dash.

you can sort your dash by most recent or recommended, but unlike twitter you aren't going to see other people's likes or replies on your dash, just posts and reblogs.

people love getting asks! (as long as they're nice!) asks are basically built in curiouscat. you can turn anon off if you want or turn asks off altogether but they can be a good way to spark a conversation/discussion.

people treat tags kinda like qrts! most people will throw their personal opinions about a post in the tags, because unlike hashtags you can use spaces and some punctuation. i rarely put my thoughts in a reblog unless i feel like it adds to the content of the post in some way/continues the discussion. basically if you just want to share your opinions put them in the tags but if you definitely want ppl to see what you're saying put them in a rb (either way people can look through the notes to read all the tags too)

on that topic, once your post has been reblogged it CANNOT BE DELETED! you can delete the original post off your blog but any rb is essentially a copy. it's not gonna disappear like on twitter. you can edit your posts on tumblr, but rbs that happened before the edit will not change. (this is why you'll sometimes see a deactivated blog's addition in the reblogs of a post)

you can private your likes and following list! honestly i recommend doing this, i think a lot of unnecessary twitter drama comes from those features being public but on tumblr no one knows how many followers you have but you and you don't have to share who you follow either. (keep in mind that privating your likes only hides the likes page from your blog, it doesn't hide your like in the notes of a post)

tumblr's tagging system is actually pretty great (whenever the search function decides to work lmao), you can tag a post by #gif, #art, #video, etc. so you can search your blog for it later. unlike twitter tumblr is shit when it comes to searching specific phrases, like it just refuses to work and i have no idea why, so i recommend this!

while tags technically do show up like hashtags in site wide searches, people very commonly come up with tagging systems just for their blog, like ways to reference posts to find them later, this is not really how people use tags on twt but it's common and useful here.

you can queue posts! if you don't want to spam you can schedule a post to be sent out at a certain time, or just leave your queue to post them in intervals throughout the day. people usually come up with a personal tag for their queue (often a pun where the word "queue" is replacing something) so their followers know they aren't actually active and the post was scheduled.

finally, and oops this ended up being long, tumblr posts have a ton of formatting features that make them a lot more like blog posts, feel free to play around! for the people who are really into blog design you can also actually edit the html of your blog's desktop site and fully code the page how you want (or just pick a premade theme)

happy blogging and don't hesitate to ask me any questions!

[venacoeurva]

I'm having some Thoughts(tm) on engagement and consumption on here today

I really cannot jive with people who criticize those who dislike like-spamming and those who complain about likes vs. reblogs and engagement problems. Like-spamming not only

Gets in the way of other notifs, so you have to filter by type (just annoying), and I don’t even know if people with old devices that can’t update even have the option TO filter on their app’s version

Does nothing for OP as likes only inflate numbers uselessly and keep a post on hand for YOU in your likes. This isn't Twitter or Instagram. They are that useless here.

WILL have people think you're a bot if everything about your account looks default and reblogged nothing or only post links to another site/an app, and you'll get blocked by everyone

But on top of that, it's usually being done by people who never, ever give us any actual feedback or engagement and just disappear into the ether after liking 2 years worth of posts. I don't know wtf you want to see more of, you didn't reblog or reply on favorites. I just know you came in here, spammed a tag or my most recent posts, then left.

And I have the fortune of having a moderate following on here from before passive consumers and that mindset moseyed in from other social media with those functions in mind and expect an algorithm to do the job for them that made it even harder for newer, smaller people to get a foothold and feedback.

 Bigger accounts are impacted by this, too, so can you imagine if that’s the ONLY notifs you ever get as a new artist or similar on here? A younger artist maybe? It would feel demoralizing, like nobody thinks your art is worth sharing to others, and a lot of people have spoken about how low meaningful engagement and nobody actually reblogging their posts drove them to post something less or stop completely on posts discussing this issue.

Of course, you shouldn’t hinge if you do or don’t draw/write/make GIFs/etc. on social feedback exclusively, it’s a passion after all. A focus exclusively on numbers is unhealthy and clout chasing is a problem in this day and age. But people create as a means of communication and socialization. It’s completely normal to want people to see your message, respond to your message, and is very much human to want validation and not a hollow, thoughtless acknowledgement only (especially all-encompassing spam-liking that feels almost robotic) can certainly come across as.

Wanting attention and validation is human, and ffs people complaining about low engagement and wanting more reblogs vs likes isn’t guilt tripping by nature unless someone actually starts guilt tripping like those stupid additions to posts about a social issue that makes people decidedly not reblog it.  They are just telling it as it is, and they are telling you what to do if you want them to keep posting here most likely.

It’s not greedy, people put in hours and days and months and even years into this shit and want it to be acknowledged and people are not using this site as intended and they are frustrated--that is completely natural. People are frustrated that passively viewing and moving on silently in this era of social media has become a norm and they are frustrated, that does not make them greedy, unappreciative, or guilt-trippy in itself. Tumblr is a POST SHARING SITE. YOU SHARE POSTS ON HERE. SO SHARE THEM.

I can confidently say that anyone will value one reblog with feedback (even if it is just emphatic keyboard smashing lol) than 50 likes in a row on something they made by someone they will never have any level of conversation or further interaction with. Liking, and mass-liking, tells us nothing except you're there. it's about as useful as lurking. We LOVE to read tags, in fact I go back all the time to read them, and they tell me about what specific topics, art styles, and so on people like and want to see more of. 

Stop passively consuming content, start engaging with it. Otherwise, you don’t get to wonder why someone stopped one day and moved to another site or some such where they actually get feedback and people responding in meaningful ways. People whine about people moving to Twitter as their main social media all the time, but guess what people get over there way more than here nowadays unless you’re an absolutely massive account here? Active engagement by their followers and peers.