#reading some of your words in my inbox (everyone who sends anything basically) is such a big motivator im always so happy!

[shkika]

HIHI, we're riding on the Shkika Appreciation Train today?? WELL JOKES ON Y'ALL I HAVE ALREADY FUSED WITH MY SEAT!! I SHALL NEVER LEEEAAVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE MUHAHHAHAHAHAHA!

But seriously whenever you post no matter if its answering an ask, writting a message, posting a lil doddle, or a full blown comic!!!! i ALWAYS feel like im eating a 5 Star meal :]!! I've said it before and i'll say it again, your Art makes my brain spin like a microwave /pos Wish ya a lovely day/night :D

I'm guilty of keeping this in my inbox for longer than I should have just because it made me so happy!! AH!!

This truly truly means the world to me thank you so soo much, it's very encouraging to hear.

And I certainly feel very lucky for having such a talented va put work into voicing some of my comics! ty!!

[lu-lus-duckies]

Hi, here's about me and some questions you might have!

Updated: april 26th 2024

MINORS DNI please

Important!! Please don't use real money to do things for me in any capacity. It makes me uneasy, uncomfortable and puts a lot of pressure on me. Thank you for your understanding <3 also Important: I can not and will not take anything seriously, if you want to say something serious to me, send me a DM, I'm more likely to respond seriously there

Who are you?

@ nunalastor's emotional support white boy™

People just call me lulu on here. I'm 20 and go by any pronouns. AFAB (and cis). my gender is whatever makes you gay. somewhere on the ace spectrum.

Also CEO of forcing people to get some fucking sleep!

important note: I respond in the horniest ways to @ nunalastorscursedkitten, but they have explicitly stated they don't want sexual stuff directed towards them without their consent. I have confirmed that they are okay with me responding in a horny way and you should make sure before doing it too

tags (will not sort these out at all):

lulu is delulu - my posts babygirl anon fest - asks specifically from babygirl revoke lulu's art license - my art stuff nunwhiskers - the ship of nunalastor x huskers-bar lulu is feral - reblogs where I am feral lulus nun reblogs - I just tend to reblog everything of nunalastors so it's a tag now lulu reblogs - art/theories/incorrect quotes ect lulu convos - me interracting with peeps here lulu crooks - going into detail about things i shouldn't be going into detail of. (maybe infodumping) cursed polycule - me and the 100+ husbands/wives interracting (xxx-angie list in their pinned) lulu asks - me answering asks this is a nunalastor simp blog - anytime I openly bark for nunalastor lulu lore - me accidentally dropping irl lulu lore lulu fun facts - exactly what it says lulu polls - polls lulu is a boomer - me not knowing basic pop culture things cuz I live under a rock lulu loves nunalastorscursedkitten / and paincaat too / lulu loves paincaat / and nunalastorscursedkitten too - my interractions with @ paincaat / @ nunalastorscursedkitten lulu loves getting called slurs - me getting called the f-word lulu infodumps - infodumps about stuff that might not always be hazbin hotel fools being sexy - @ the-aprilfools-bitch tag

who is safe here?

everyone except minors. I don't judge. This is a safe space regardless of race, gender, sexuality or anything else. Be as cringe/not cringe as you want

What is this blog?

Used to be a hazbin blog, now turned to me simping for daddy nunalastor and interracting with the cursed polycule

What can I ask or share with you?

Literally anything you want to share, no limits. I respond to everything, even hate so if I haven't responded I'm either asleep or the message didn't appear in my inbox.

One thing I don't respond to is chain sends cuz I can't be bothered with that shit. Anything else is a yes

What's with the bad English?

English is my second language. I pride myself on being able to read it fluently, but I might have problems with talking in a way that flows naturally to native speakers. So sorry bout that

What time are you active?

Honestly, all over the place. Don't look too much into it, but I'm from the country of Georgia if that helps

Can I use your ideas?

Absolutely! You don't even need to ask. I won't say this is a necessity, but If you decide to use them, I'd love it if you'd tag me. I love seeing all kinds of things people make and I'd love to see yours too!

Why are you so unhinged and sexual? Aren't you ace?

Asexuals aren't all sex-repulssed and can enjoy it too. I am uncomfy with the act of sex but I love joking and shitting about it. Me saying something is hot/sexy/makes my dick hard is just me saying "I love this and i think it's cool" when that isn't enough to express my love. (I think I'm being funny)

Is the art on nunalastor's blog you sometimes repost yours?

Yes, the art posted on their asks by mylz-flick is by me. It's my primary blog and i don't use it for anything so all my asks are submitted through there

Why don't you post as often anymore?

Because all my posts go straight to nunalastor's blog. Go check them out, it's great

By nunalastor s request:

Who hurt you?

Nunalastor did when they rizzed up my mom

What's with the worms? That's disgusting

Well, nunalastor made this post and it turned me on a little ngl

What is the cursed polycule?

Well, I spontaneously decided that my go to funny (not funny) joke would be to start asking everyone who agreed with me or had similar tastes to kiss me. Long story short, now I'm a whore™ with 100+ husbands that I can't keep track of and that's the cursed polycule

Why do you keep calling nunalastor daddy?

Many reasons. First, Nunalastor saying they would fuck my mom in the DMs when I told them about her. So naturally, if my mom and nunalastor got married they would be the dad hence, daddy. Also, nunalastor is unapologetically my favourite blog on here and the title "daddy" is reserved for them. Also their word is law to me and they deserve the respectful title

The way you interract with minors is disgusting

I have minors please don't interract in my bio for a reason. I expect a decent human being to see that and kindly leave my blog. I don't check who I'm responding to most of the time so I probably didn't even notice it was a minor. I'm just trying to be fun.

If you are a minor and I responded/reblogged your art or post with some batshit crazy shenanigans like I do with everyone, send me a DM and I'll delete it. I'd rather it be in the DMs instead of out in public because out here I have people acting like they hate me and I don't want to accidentally take something that's meant to be a serious request to stop like a joke.

What's with that one pregnant anon stuff at nunalastors blog?

Listen, I don't care what shit people send me, but if you even dare harm, harass or just in general be an asshole to the ones I consider nice people, I will not take that lightly.

To everyone: if you get haters, tag me so I can draw them pregnant.

Is the cursed polycule an actual relationship or just a joke?

It's just a joke between us.

Can I join the polycule?

Daddy has revoked my marriage license so you'll have to consult with the other members. I take what daddy demands very seriously

You can however, talk to the other members of the polycule and join. We could also have a platonic relationship going on in the polycule if you want

What is up with you and pronouns?

Sorry, in my native language there are no gendered pronouns. We just have a singular he/she/they for everyone. I use he/him for me (despite being a woman) because it's what rolls off the tongue easier for me. For everyone else I use they/them because you can never go wrong with neutral.

Are you actually attracted to nunalastor?

Honestly, the only time I've experienced attraction (i think? Still unsure if it was that) was with one girl at my uni and the feeling I have for nunalastor is very similar. It's not the exact kinda feeling but I have a very strong desire to make them proud. Not sure exactly what it is but no, I don't want to actually fuck them and I don't want to kiss them either. That seems gross. I do however wanna hold their hand and recieve headpats from them. Idk just know me as the nunalastor simp, that's easier to explain.

(and yes both mods)

Why do you keep mentioning nunalastor calling you the f-word?

Because I genuinely /gen /srs loved it. This isn't a joke. It made me overstimmed and honestly was a little overwhelmed with giddiness. keep in mind though, that while I enjoy getting called the slur, I will not be calling anyone that because that makes me uncomfy.

why haven't you responded to my reblog/comment/ask?

I generally respond to everyone I can. but either it was

lost in my notifs

was posted by a minor and I don't want to attract minors here

If it was on a reblog of something, I assumed it was meant for op

I just couldn't think of anything to respond with (which is rare)

feel free to let me know if it was either 1 or 3 but I won't respond to minors

[the-captain-mangle]

Inbox: 3/5

Requests: Closed!

(Read the request etiquette before sending a request)

What I do

Stimboards

Moodboards

Xeno suggestions

Pfps

Character outfits (Closed)

Username suggestions (Closed)

Want something not listed? just ask, and i might do it!

Dni

Basic dni, transmed, misogynists, detrans kinks, any kink accounts of any sort, dark/immoral-ships, bullies, jerks in general, anti multispec gays/lesbians, gender/sexuality police, etc

About the blog

You can refer to us as Mangle, Foxy, or The Rot (note, The Rot is a separate part of us (kind of like an alter, but not actually an alter.) so if you refer to her she'll be the one replying

I instinctively tag things as kins, so if you dont want that please let me know!

i will NOT do extreme gore or any graphic content involving veins or eyes

in your requests please give me a theme you want me to do

i am not taking mod applications

We love getting promo requests

If we're an anon on your blog, we use the signoff "Capt. Mangle" (note: if we dont reblog/like what you made for us, we probably didnt see it! for some reason our tumblr doesnt give us notifications when we go on anon.)

Sometimes we refer to ourself using we/us/ours, but this blog is ran by one person

We have trouble doing comfycore or any emotion (hope, sadness, happiness, etc), so if you want that we reccomend going to another blog, but we can do our best!

Follow my main, @strzbzr

Anon list + how to become an anon + whitelist and blacklist + about the blog owner under the cut

Anon list

🐊 Anon, 🛡️ Anon, 🧺🎞️ Anon, essay anon, 🌈🎀 anon, 🐀🕸️ Anon, 🦝🎸/🍥🦴 Anon, Infected Anon, Spook anon, Chat/Vex anon, Mx. Nibbly anon

(did you ask to be an anon or use your signoff and youre not on this list? let us know! we'll fix it asap)

How to become an anon

all you have to do is use your signoff or ask me! the signoff can be letters, words, or emojis! as long as it isnt either taken by someone already or offensive/problematic, you can use it!

Whitelist (note: you can request other fandoms! these are just fandoms i know well / or arent commonly accepted on these types of blogs!)

(note no.2: I DO NOT WANT DISCOURSE HERE. the reason i allow problematic sources is to provide a safe space for everyone and accommodate for as many people as im comfortable with. If you try to start any discourse with me, you will be blocked.)

❤️ = favorites to do, 🩷 = ones we like to do, 🧡 = neutral, 🖤= fandoms we arent in/dont know anything about but still accept

Fandoms commonly accepted

Fnaf 🩷

Your turn to die 🩷

Oddities Roleplay / Minecraft Fnaf Roleplay ❤️

Welcome Home 🧡

The amazing digital circus 🧡

Danganronpa (games) 🧡

Danganronpa (anime) 🖤

Sonic 🧡

Springtrap and Mangle / S.A.M (Au by Quiettomato) ❤️

Slice of life (Fnaf au) 🧡

Regretevator ❤️

DDLC 🖤

Cookie run kingdom 🖤

Invader zim🖤

And some others I might have forgotten! (more on the carrd)

Fandoms commonly not accepted (please note that i do not support most of these!)

Boyfriend to Death 🩷 8:11 ❤️

Nekopara (NOTE: im only willing to do the characters who look like adults, the ones that look like kids give me the ick, sorry) 🖤

Dream smp / any smp in general 🖤

Most games with ns/fw (as long as the request is sfw)

The coffin of Andy and Leyley 🖤

Super Sonico 🧡

You and me and her 🧡

Blacklist

Alfreds Playhouse

Monster high (personal reasons)

Fandoms that entirely revolve around something super bad (not sure what counts? just ask me!)

About the blog owner

Our fictkins: The Mangle, Amy Rose, Streber (Spooky month), Pest (Regretevator), Beetle (8:11)

Our irls: Ryker Dublin, Sara Chidouin, Funtime Foxy (tor)

Kinsidering: Empty!

Our traumakin: Shin Tsukimki

Our regression kin: Ruby gloom

Our pronouns: bug/she/it/him/they/xe/exe/nyan

Our sexuality: Gay, multispec (quoigender), Polyam, demisexual

[otomiyaa]

Questions & Answers

Hi hi, finally some time to write this! Due to recent events I've been getting some questions from various people and I also have some questions for you guys so I'll try to do this in 1 post 😸

My answers:

Are you really not planning to write fics anymore?

That's the plan *nodnod*, but you know me. There's always a 'but' and a clown mask ready in my storage to put on if I happen to go against my own words. But the intention is to stop posting fics here, I'm too tired of it now lol. I might post a fic or two on AO3 once in a while, maybe write a collab with Mia if I feel like it. It's just... how do I say it.. my motivation to write more fics basically got washed down the drain together with blog #1. Let us see for how long that motivation swims in the sewers...

Can you reupload [fic name]?

If it's on my AO3, I won't. If it's not, hmm.... I probably also won't. But! It depends on the fic. Always feel free to ask, but please don't get angry when I say no! ^^ For now I have an exception: commissions. More about this down below in my question to you guys.

Why won't you try to get your old blog back?

It would require filing an objection against the copyright claims against me with all the legal risks, submitting my personal info from home address to name, and consenting to USA legal law stuffs bluhblahblah... :") For me too much of a hassle. I don't think my blog is worth it. Even if I don't know the exact details, I'm sure they're not wrong. Whether it's fair or not, most fandom stuff has copyright issues in the end, so I can't protest against the claims with 100% certainty it won't get me in real trouble. More info about this soon in another post!

My questions:

👇 only for those interested, feel free to comment, send ask or DM if you have can help :)

Do you have reblogs of my old posts?

To everyone who has some posts left on their blog that were mine, whether it's a headcanon, fic (still accessible one, so not a broken 'keep reading'- link), manga or anime scene, ask game, gif set or translation, if it's not too much trouble could you maybe comment on that post and @ me? Or... send me a link or smth in DM? Doesn't need to be every single trivial post. Maybe just the ones you liked most, or something... idk. I just might want to re-share a couple of posts here and it's so hard finding reblogs of my anonface-blog through search functions and stuff. Any help will be greatly appreciated!

P.S. I also found a lot of old posts, or posts that I liked (such as tickle art etc.) in the archives of @ticklygiggles, @ticklishdreams, @infrequent-creator - I hope you guys won't mind me making use of this (also thank you for the awesome support through the years afihs;ogojjoihgjn)!

Did you have a commission that was on my blog and do you prefer if this is reposted or not?

Some people 'bought' fics back when I had a shady kofi shop running and those fics were posted both on my AO3 and Tumblr (+ were sent in PDF format if requested). No matter how much you paid for the fic, part of the deal was that it would be posted on Tumblr so if by any chance you lost a commissioned fic and wish for me to repost this here on the new blog, please let me know...:3

Anything else? 👀

Well... With the loss of my account there were more things that went lost than just my fics, such as asks that were still in my inbox, DMs, personal stories and more. I did not back up anything and have zero overview and my memory is shit. If I am forgetting something, if you once sent me something and it's now gone (and you still have it), or if there's anything else I am missing smh, please let me know.

However please note that I am not planning to turn this blog into a copy of my previous one. If you submitted a fic to my old blog, I won't repost it here sadly (I hope you saved it). But if you posted an irl tickle story (I'll still accept these), a headcanon for your fav character or pairing or something else, I'll gladly accept it even if it's a copy of what you once sent to my old blog! With that said, I'll go back to finishing that second-to-last tickletober fic of mine... after I eat dinner. muhahah.

[dmitriene]

welcome to my guidelines page where you can find a little information about me, what i write and the requests you can send, the boundaries of interacting with me and more.

REQUESTS AND ASKS PREVIEW: at the moment my requests are closed. outside of requests, you can write in my inbox absolutely calmly, i'm glad to see your questions, words of support, ramblings and anything else, so don’t hesitate to leave me something in there. since this is all new to me, i don’t yet have firm ideas about what i’ll be comfortable working with and what i won’t ― but if your request doesn’t suit me, i’ll definitely let you know and we’ll sort it out, and for this, below i will clarify what is comfortable for me and what is not.

the only thing that is required from you is to describe your request in as much detail as possible so that i understand what exactly you want to see.

LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT ME ―

as you already have seen, my name is july, i'm multifandom person and especially you can see me in the cod and re side of tumblr, my blog is dedicated to my writing and maybe some personal thoughs.

english is not my native language, i can speak and write on ukrainian, russian, hebrew, english, as well as read and understand, so there can be a bit of a mistakes, please, don't pay attention, or let me know politely how to write this better.

you can refer to me in pet names without any problems and just talk with me without being afraid that maybe it's «too friendly for now» or something like that, be bold, act like i'm your bestfriend, mom or girlfriend.

BLOG RULES AND BOUNDARIES ―

i do can seen interacting with minors, as well as they can interact with my writing, and rushing to say that i don't have any personal problems with them, as well as i don't responsible for what minors see and read there, it's only your choice, so if you want to interact with me even after seeing that my blog is sfw and nsfw ― do it.

also, you can see me interacting with dark content and also sometimes even writing it, so mind that i do read such things and if that's worries you ― don't interact with me.

i'm avoiding talking to bad people, including homophobics, transphobics, racists, basically people that hate someone for who they are, trolls, people that justify pedophilia and other disgusting things, people that send death wishes to someone and just stupid beings.

WRITING RULES AND BOUNDARIES ―

i don't get requests that often, so i haven't written about that many topics, which is why i don't have hard and fast rules about what i won't write about, including some kinks and other things, so you can try suggest something, but i'm not sure if i would able to do it or no, but would let you know immediately.

of course, you can base your requests on my works that you have read, if you are already familiar with me, to avoid any misunderstandings with what i write or not, if you are not familiar or want to know if i can write your idea — don't worry, i don't bite and will definitely answer you.

also, more about your requests — i don't answer in order, probably the first thing i'll write is what i think is easiest at the moment for me and towards which i'll be able to write the plot more freely, but don't worry, i'll answer everyone and do every request i can, just be patient with me, writers need to be sure they can build a plot to what you requested.

SIDE INFORMATION ABOUT MY WRITING ―

my asks always open, if you want to pop something in my inbox, to talk or share ― you are absolutely welcome, i would love to talk and even make new friends, i would answer as soon as i can.

i do not have a writing schedule, but most often i try to post on weekends or just my free days during week, the rest of the time i'm focusing more on my personal life than writing because doing both at a time would make it hard.

i do have a taglist, also, you can see it in the pinned message on my page and here, too, there is a couple of important questions you need to asnwer and then i would be able to add you.

CHARACTERS I CURRENTLY CAN WRITE ABOUT ―

characters from re fandom ― for the most part i can write about any of resident evil characters, if i'll have any problems with any of them i will let you know about it.

characters from cod fandom ― simon ghost riley, konig, john price, kyle garrick, johnny mactavish.

TOPICS ―

˖ִ ࣪ i can write on any topic including anything sensitive, i will write within the limits of your request and wishes, it can be pure porn, smut, pure fluff, comfort, hurt, gore, etc, if i suddenly can't do your request, i'll let you know.

GENDERS ―

˖ִ ࣪ fem reader, male reader, gn reader, i don't have problems with any other genders, but i do have problems to write about them because i can make mistakes, write it incorrect or something else, so i prefer not to get myself into it so as not to have problems.

TYPES OF WORKS ―

˖ִ ࣪ you can request fanfiction, drabble, headcanons and everything else, spill all the things that you have in your head and let me do my work for you, but please notice that the size of the fic may be not as big as you wish for, and i would always notice when i open my requests what you can request and what not, because sometimes i don't have strenght to write a fic or something else.

MY TAGS ―

they are simple, you can understand what either tag mean by just looking on them, the important ones are recommended anyways.

EMOJI ANONS ―

i noticed that many writers have them, so i'm adding this up, but i don't have any right now, so let me know if you want to become an emoji anon and just tell which one, i would add you.

LAST TOUCHES ―

spamming: you can spam like, i don't have any problems with that, it makes me happy to say the truth, so go on

mooties: to the moots, i'm reblogging from side blog, on my main i just prefer to comment or like silently, and also my reblogs on main can lead to minors appearing in someones accont so i don't want such things to happen, just letting know.

if you want to be my moot, you can ask (if that's for you), or just follow me as many, as i mentioned before, i'm open for meeting new people, and i'm really trying to be nice and talkative, leave something warm under your works, in your inboxes, so please, don't ghost me!

[jerzwriter]

Hiii! :) I'm popping into your inbox for two reasons. First, I'd like to tell you how amazing a writer I think you are. <3 I'm so glad you were brave enough to start writing for Tobias and MC because that pairing of yours is *chef's kiss*. But I also really enjoy your Ethan x MC stories. <3 Basically, I love anything you come up with.

Second, I'd really appreciate your perspective on something. As we all know, the fandom is dwindling and it's making me sad. Of course, it's only natural, but still, I've been thinking about what could be done to prevent the fandom from slowly dying out. I've decided to come to you because I know how passionate you are about trying to involve everyone in the fandom so that they don't feel left out. I love the mass asks you send to writers from time to time. They're always so fun and creative! And I know some other writers have been doing the same and I think it's such a fun idea.

I've also seen you sending out lovely messages to not only writers but also other creators and readers before, and I think this is something everyone should do more often (if and when they have the time and energy, of course). Because if you're just a reader, it's very easy to feel disengaged and lonely in this fandom (and I guess in any other fandom as well). You see writers and creators supporting each other, pre-reading each other's works, sending one another fun asks, brainstorming ideas, which all leads to them forming beautiful friendships. When you're "just" a reader, even if you keep reblogging works and trying to interact with creators, it's much harder to make friends because you can't really do all that I just mentioned. I think many readers have left because they don't feel part of the fandom and they feel no one would really miss them if they were gone.

So, this brings me to my main point. Do you (and I'm not just asking you but anyone who'll be reading this message) have any ideas on how to involve readers more in the fandom? I know most writers reply to their readers' reblogs but I feel more should be done to make them feel appreciated and loved. I often see asks like "How did your MC feel in ch X when..." going around and it might be a nice idea to send these asks to readers as well. Because despite them not being writers/creators, I'm sure every reader who's ever played OPH likes to think about these scenarios and has ideas as well. They might just be too shy to share them or feel no one would care. They could also be sent some fun prompts or charts to fill in, like that "What I love about you today" checklist. I'm convinced they'd also have fun with those.

Oooff, sorry for this long-ass message. I hope you don't mind me coming to you with this, but you always have great ideas to involve others and I thought I'd ask for your help/opinion in this matter as well.

So, what do you all think? Let's find some fun ways to show readers some love!

Hello Nonny,

I'm sorry it took a few days to reply, it's been a hellacious week, and I have not had much time on here.

First, thank you so much for your kind words. I really do appreciate them. As the fandom dwindles, it's especially good to know that people are enjoying what I write - I know other writers feel the same way. So thank you.

A few quick things, ongoing events like @jamespotterthefirst MC Monday and Thirsty Thursday, @potionsprefect Tick Tock Tuesday and @dr-colossal-pita Foodie Friday are open to all. (@genevievemd Wedding Wednesday has ended, but you can still participate). I point that out because when I joined the fandom, Bree was doing the Newlywed Games, and I thought you had to be a writer in order to do them, and you didn't these are for anyone to participate in.

I think it's very important for all of us to appreciate each other - creators and readers alike. I wish I had more answers about how to keep the fandom alive, but I think one of the best ways is just interacting. See a fic you like? Comment/Reblog. And, creators, do your best to reply to those who do. Appreciation and validation is a two-way street.

I also encourage people to really branch out. Try reading something you normally wouldn't - a new writer, a different pairing, something that wouldn't normally be your thing. You'd be amazed how much you might enjoy it.

The truth is, sadly, that the more time that passes after the end of the series, we will see attrition. There is no avoiding it. But I think being kind to each other, understanding each other, and being inclusive of all will go a long way to keep us flourishing.

I open this question to others - let us know your ideas.

I will say one thing, though, for me personally, but I know other writers share this sentiment. We're a little burnt out. It's hard to keep churning out material - as much as we love it - and, yeah, with interaction down, sometimes it's discouraging to continue.

So, remember this... you don't have to be a creator to create an event. Have an idea for "Teenage Tuesday" (Where we all talk about our characters as teens) GO FOR IT! You can start it too. None of us are more or less than the other here. We're an equal community.

[geekygumiho]

GeekyGumiho Masterlist

Hello, and welcome to my nerdy little spot! :) I'm BB, I'm 24, and I'm a queer Korean American college student living in upstate NY :))

I'm genderfluid and nonbinary, and go by they/them. I'm also pan and demisexual, but I also vibe with bi as a label, so I just generally describe myself as queer when it comes to my orientation labels :)

I post about Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1) and K-Pop the most (I’ve been a multistan since 2012!). I'm also new to self-shipping, and currently write about my f/o and s/i, Daniel Jackson and Ji-Yu, respectively. If you find Stargate, space travel, and Korean princesses exciting, there's more info on their story under the cut! :)

I also write the occasional Daniel Jackson x Reader fic, as well as some Stargate headcanons, but I am a full-time uni student with a part-time job, so my ability to write fanfic is generally sporadic lol. I am interested in requests and ideas for both of these SG-ventures, so my rules are under the cut and my ask box is open! :)

I'm not likely to write a lot of nsfw posts, but I do reblog some occasionally, so minors DNI or you will be blocked. Ageless blogs who interact with nsfw posts and reblogs will also be blocked. Other DNI are pretty basic in my opinion but alas, basic human rights aren't considered such by everyone. Just don't be a bigot or creep, and you can stay lol. I also have some anxious tendencies, so gentleness in wording/phrasing and tone indicators are always greatly appreciated :)

You can find request rules, my masterlists, and info about tags and trigger warnings under the cut! Sending you happy vibes and hope you stick around! :)

Request Guidelines (Daniel Jackson x Reader; Stargate SG-1 Headcanons):

I'm pretty open to writing about most things, but I will not write about suicide, self-harm, ED, incest, rape/noncon/dubcon, furries/hybrids, horror, heavy gore, or anything else that I find triggering or uncomfortable. If something comes up that isn't included in this list, I won't be writing it, but I will let you know just so your ask doesn't go unanswered :)

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Self-Ship Update:

Regarding my self-ship, "Can I touch your heart?", I currently have a handful of chapters uploaded for the series, but I plan to rewrite it and reboot it sometime this year (2024). Ji-Yu being a Korean princess from a planet resembling the Joseon Dynasty, joining the Tau'ri, and her and Daniel getting together will be kept the same, but the general background and quality of the plot will be improved in the rewrite. The link to the original version of "Can I touch your heart?" can be found below, but I might remove the link and retag older chapters for the sake of the rewritten version I'll be posting in the future. I would also be SO happy if anyone who reads/enjoys "Can I touch your heart?" leaves me questions/thoughts/ask games questions in my inbox about the series, whether it be about Ji-Yu, her and Daniel, the future of the plot, thoughts/theories/headcanons/etc. It would make me so happy and I would appreciate it so much if you do! ^^

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[ticklystuff]

hey! for the ask game, my team is kazuha, albedo, bennett and xiao

(sorry if this is weirdly worded, ive never sent an ask before but i saw you say you got no replies for the ask game and felt bad lmao)

send in your genshin team!

LMAO i was just being overdramatic as usual so don't feel bad lol i love this game and i thought other people did too because of how many i would get when i did the game in the past so i was kinda surprised when i didn't see anything in my inbox this time but it's nbd and i appreciate you for sending your team in! hope you enjoy!

who’s the most ticklish character

KAZUHA but they're all ticklish babies even though Xiao some won't admit it

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

n/a for your team hehe if anything I feel like people would assume Albedo isn't ticklish, but that's because he's better at hiding it than the others

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

Xiao because he's the one that laughs the least in normal scenarios and he's also the most entertaining to tickle because he doesn't know what to do with his arms in that situation and he tries so hard to keep a straight face, but his expression contorts into this half-scowl half-smile that everyone finds really amusing. Benny especially loves to start gang tickles on Xiao because Benny is all sunshine and smiles and does not understand wtf is going on with Xiao half the time and he feels like Xiao always looks so grumpy. Plus, Benny is usually the one getting ganged up on, so he's just glad it's not him for once

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Kazuha and they're not sure how he knows. His explanation is usually something dumb like "the wind knows all". Albedo is also usually good at guessing other people's spots and his brain is a very absorbent sponge, so he will remember where someone is ticklish, even if they were tickled an eternity ago

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Albedo knows that Kazuha has ticklish ears. Imagine Kazuha meditating alone outside under a tree or something and Albedo gets the idea to sketch him because it looks like a picturesque moment or something. He's basically watching Kazuha the whole time and then there's a slight gust of wind. Albedo nearly misses it, but he's able to catch the small smile that crosses Kazuha's face as his ears twitch from the light breeze. No one on the team knows about that diamond spot on Albedo's neck being really ticklish and he dreads the day someone find out about it

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Xiao because he is the strongest and as long as he's not being targeted by multiple people, he'll be fine. Albedo or Benny are usually the ones to go down first

which character has a kink for tickling

Albedo hehehe

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Hmmm, none because I think they've all been tickled plenty of times before getting together. Kazuha was tickled plenty by Beidou, Xiao definitely got bullied by the other Yaksha, Albedo had tickle fights with Klee, and Benny got lots of tickles from his dads

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Omg I like to think Albedo and Benny get into lots of tickle fights, especially with Albedo starting things. He'll tease Benny about how he needs to run another sensitivity experiment and that he's the most qualified participant for the study Benny and Xiao because I said earlier that Benny doesn't like seeing Xiao frowning all the time and Xiao might reluctantly participate just for Benny's sake. Benny is good at reading the room, though, and won't try and force one if he can tell Xiao is just not up for one

[peanutpinet]

Hii i don’t know if your requests are open but this idea came to my head and now i can’t let it go awwghh. I’m glad to have found someone who writes for yuzuru *^* So. The context is Y/N’s last competition before retiring, at the gala she gives a speech and gets all emotional. Without knowing that behind her back a sneaky yuzu approached with a surprise. An engagement ring! Ajdbkdk i hope you can work with this it’d be an honor!

Wholesome Yuzuru Hanyu request :"

A/n: Hi, yes, I do accept requests though I may be slow on them since I'm currently doing an intern. I would definitely try my best to write as best as I could :)

Pairings: Yuzu x female skater

Warnings: a bit emotional but fluff!!

A/N: for the how many time, I dunno why but for some reason, I just see this in a bullet form; hope you won't hate it :" kay onto the fanfic

First and foremost, let's establish your relationship first

Basically, the two of you have known each other since you debuted in your senior level

Essentially, Yuzu was your senpai and you have always looked up to him

Yuzu, on the other hand, did notice your senior debut but because he was a very busy man, the two of you only ever interacted during competitions (and that is if you guys went to the same competition)

But do not fret because the universe slowly brought you both together

Short story was that the both of you were supposed to head back after practice one time when the both of you missed your bus back to the hotel and ended up having to find your way back to the hotel together

Throughout the adventure back to the hotel, the two of you started to talk more and got to know each other better; and basically the rest is history

Time skip to your last competition

You have been a senior for 7 years at this point and figured that you have tried so many competitions (from GPF to Worlds and even the chance to join the Olympics) and figured that it's time to close this chapter of your life and move on

It was the day of the exhibition of your final competition and throughout the day, your mind has been reciting the speech you made since you finished your competition

Everyone was so sweet and knew that it was your final competition and exhibition that they kept sending messages, gifts and texts; however, there was no news from Yuzu

You tried not to overthink about anything and just enjoyed yourself with your fellow skaters

Throughout the exhibition, you definitely bring out your best self; being fully immersed in your performance until the very end of the exhibiton

At the end of the exhibition, just like past skaters who were going to retire, a fellow skater brought a mic and some flowers for you as the spotlight was mainly shine on you

Throughout your speech, you started getting emotionally and just couldn't held back the tears; wanting to pull yourself and finish your speech so you could cry as much as you'd like on Yuzu's shoulder

But, someone thought otherwise ;)

Nearing the end of your speech, there was a huge clap from both the audience and your fellow skaters when suddenly there was a different genre of music of playing

Confused, you looked around to see what was happening but you couldn't comprehend any form of words coming out of your mouth for what you witnessed

Yuzu had changed his outfit into a suit-like outfit, brought you your favourite flowers, and pulled you out of the hug of the skaters to the center

What happened next definitely made you think that this was all a dream from a fanfic you've read because Yuzu was having his own little speech about how you've changed his perspective in life, how you made him feel so many different emotions he has never felt before and suddenly the man was on one knee, making you and basically everyone in the stadium gasped in shock

And the next few words and actions Yuzu does say everything on what's happening

"(Y/N). I know this may seem rushed since we've only really been together for 3 years but honestly, I can't imagine what my life would be if the both of us didn't miss that bus. It may sound cheesy and cringe, but for reals, you make my life more colourful, being with you is just one surprise after the other and what I'm saying is that, no matter what, I know that you're the one. And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with someone else. So, (Y/N), would you marry me?" Yuzu spoke, pulling out a simple yet beautiful rose gold ring

"Yuzu...you must be out of your mind if you think I wouldn't say yes. Like, I'd say yes more than you jump the 3A. Of course I would!!" you shouted, all the tears you held back finally burst

Without wasting any time, Yuzu stood back up, put the ring onto your finger, pulling you close and sealing the night with a kiss

"I love you" - the both of you whispered to each other as the background excitement slowly faded into the kiss

A/N: brb, I dunno why I became emotional when writing this T_T I hope you enjoy this short one-shot I did. Also, to everyone who wants to request anything about Yuzu, NCT or 9%, feel free to message me or drop a request in my inbox!! See y'all in the next one and take care everyone :) xoxo

[meltwonu]

✦ 👻  𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ SO SHY ✧

this chapter pairing; warlock!vernon x witch!reader

genre&warnings; witch/warlock!au, warlock!vernon, professor!vernon, witch!reader, dom!vernon, spanking, usage of aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, restraints, mentions of tentacles.

notes; It’s Friday! 🎊 🎉  Wow you guys! Thank you so much for your support on all the chapters thus far 🥺💕 It really means so much to me! 💕 I’m very excited going forward and there’s only about a week left of fics! 😭😭😮‍💨 Let’s get this bread 💪 I’m also going to try to answer some inbox msgs on Sunday as well! I know a bunch of you have been sending some in so I'm gonna try to answer those earlier in the day before the MMS2 fic goes up 🥳💕 For now, enjoy ch 4 and have a good rest of your day/night! I’ll see you tomorrow ghouly ghouls! 👻 🎃 

word count; ~3000

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

just came to say good night

you were shifting around like

it was too soon but right on time

i was just so shy, so shy

“I heard you’re failing Professor Chwe’s Incantations class… again.”

Jihoon shoots you a shit eating grin as you pout.

“It’s not my fault, he fucking sucks at explaining anything!” You retort back; cheeks warm as the two of you make your way towards the said professor’s class.

You excelled at every class you had at the academy - excelling at everything except Vernon’s Incantations class.

“Are you sure it’s not just because you won’t stop ogling the man?”

“Yes, I’m sure. He just explains everything so weird,” Mumbling, you pry the doors open as the two of you let yourselves in, “I already signed up for extra tutoring classes with Joshua though… He passed last semester with an A+ so I think I’ll be in good hands.”

Jihoon nods and walks to the row in the back with you - Vernon nowhere in sight just yet when the two of you settle down.

“Have you, at least, been practicing at home? By yourself?”

You bite the inside of your cheek - instantly embarrassed because while, yes, you had been - admittedly the incantations you were experimenting with weren't completely wholesome ones.

“I--yeah just… Just some really basic ones to get the, um, foundation going, y’know?”

“Well, at least you’re not completely in the shitter. I mean, that last pop quiz was… pretty bad. For you, I mean.” Jihoon grins as you grimace in return - about to respond when the double doors fly open.

“Good morning class! We’re going to go over with the results of the pop quiz before we start class today.” Vernon adjusts his glasses before setting his things down onto the rich mahogany desk at the front of the lecture hall. “I’m… Going to be honest. Some of these results were worse than I anticipated.”

He shoots you a glance as your lips settle into a firm line.

At least I saw that one coming.

There’s mumbling around the room as Vernon gently shushes everyone.

“I’m going to pass back the grades. I’ve left notes for everyone on them so be sure to read them over as I discuss the answers and go over the more common mistakes I was seeing on the quiz. Any questions before we start? No? Okay, let’s get started.”

You’re unable to focus the rest of Vernon’s class - thoughts too preoccupied by the cursive ‘Stay back after class is over. I’d like to speak to you.’ scrawled messily next to the big F that had you grimacing.

You knew you’d done badly but not that badly.

“Okay everyone! We’ll end class there for today. I know it’s All Hallow’s Eve but I want you all to behave tonight, alright? Don’t get carried away.”

Vernon nods firmly to everyone who leaves and you watch as Jihoon gets up from his seat next to you.

“Why are you still sitting? C’mon, I wanna get some food from the dining hall.”

“Um…”

Shaking your head, you slide your quiz paper into view as Jihoon reads it quickly; a small ‘yikes’ falling from his lips as he slings his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Um… I’ll get you something to eat and I’ll just meet you at the library. You’re probably gonna be in a lot of shit so… Good luck!”

He waves you off and scurries out of the room leaving you and Vernon alone as he reassess some paperwork on his desk.

You’re afraid to come any closer but the way he softly calls your name has your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

“Y-yes?”

“Please come here. And bring your things with you.”

He doesn’t sound too pleased as you sigh and grab your things from the tabletop; quietly making your way to the front of the lecture hall as you stop in front of Vernon’s large table.

“Professor Chwe, I’m r-really, really sorry. I swear I studied so much for this quiz!”

He leans back in his office chair - momentarily taking his glasses off to clean the lens as he nods. “This is your second time repeating this class with me and I’m not seeing much improvement. You excel at your other classes but what is it about mine that you’re having a hard time grasping?”

Your eyes dance across his face; taking in his long eyelashes and kissable lips.

Admittedly, you’d spent most of your lectures with him daydreaming about the way you wanted him to bend you over his desk and usually by the time you were studying alone, nothing had made any sense.

The only incantations you’d managed to somehow get right were the ones pertaining to sex and arousal - one too many experiments leaving you much needier and unsatisfied than you expected.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I--I mean I… I guess I’m having a hard time paying attention.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know.”

You shift awkwardly in front of him, fingertips playing with the hem of your pleated skirt.

“Are you sure?” He asks; the tone in his voice insinuating that he knew more than he led toy to believe.

“Yes.”

Nodding, he reaches for a drawer in his desk and takes out a small familiar velvet pouch that has you gasping as soon as you see it.

“I’m not too sure if you were aware, but the handbook when you started at this magic academy states that using your spells to create aphrodisiacs is strictly prohibited.”

You feel your mouth run dry as he fiddles with the pouch - an amused smile on his lips as he spills a few of the circular, candy looking orbs onto his table.

“And yet somehow… You made these perfectly? So I would like an explanation on why you made these and how you managed to craft them perfectly when you claim to be unable to pay attention in my incantations class. I won’t report you to the dean if the excuse is good enough.”

“How--how did you find that?” You grip the hem of your skirt out of nervousness and your mind goes a mile a minute the longer he sits and admires the tiny orbs.

“They must’ve fallen out of your bookbag after a lecture because I found them on the floor. And I knew it was yours because I used a spell to see whose magic it was that made these.”

“I—why are those spells there in the book then!?” You retort - embarrassment making you raise your voice unintentionally.

“The Book of Spells is old. We have no say in what we can remove or add to the book - we just give them to you all in good faith that you won’t use them in the ways you decided to.”

“Oh…”

“Oh is right.” Vernon gets up from his leather seat, simultaneously taking his glasses off as he steps right in front of you.

“Well, should we see if they work?”

“What?” Your eyes widen at the grin on his face - cheeks warm as he leans in close to you.

“Do you forget I’m your professor? My magic is more advanced than the rest of you and I can use my magic to find out things that… Many of you can’t. Quite literally, I have a spell for everything. And considering you don’t seem to be paying attention in class, you wouldn’t have known that.”

“S-such as…?”

The nervousness mixes in with the adrenaline coursing through your veins with each step that he takes towards you.

“Such as, the Books of Spells that each of you take home with you? Let’s just say I have a means of seeing which spells in those books are being used and by whom.”

“I-isn’t that an invasion of p-privacy?”

“Mm, you’d think so but the books are the academy’s property. You all return them at the end of the week for safe-keeping and well… Let’s just say I know how you’ve been using yours. Quite the interesting last few weeks.”

You groan mentally.

That meant he knew that you tried a lust spell on him in particular - going so far as to use his name in the spell.

“I--sorry…”

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about you tell me the real reason why you can’t pay attention in class. I believe we’re on the same page.”

“P-professor… I’m r-really sorry, I--I don’t know what I was thinking. I swear I’ll do better! And--and I’ll stop with, um, the--the other stuff too...”

You bow your head at him, brows furrowed when you hear the clinking of the small orbs in his hand when he tosses and plays with them.

“I heard through the vine that you’re taking tutoring classes with Joshua. Is that true?”

“Y-yes…”

He brings a singular orb to his lips as you gasp - watching as he pushes the candy-like aphrodisiac into his mouth.

“How about I tutor you instead? We can start right now by testing how well you’ve made these.”

The second that you let Vernon place the candy on your lips is the second you seal your fate - shy eyes peering into his own that are blooming with lust by the time you accept the candy into your mouth.

“You made these quite strong, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I--”

The words die on your tongue as soon as you taste the sweetness of the aphrodisiac - the sweet apple flavour making your mouth water as Vernon grins watching your expression.

“You’d actually excel at incantations if you just paid attention during my lectures.”

“S--sorry…” Mumbling shyly, you let the strong magic run its course as you stumble slightly but Vernon is quick to grab a hold of your arm as he brings you towards his large desk.

“I want you to be less shy and pay more attention, okay, sweetheart?” He flips you around so that you’re facing the lecture hall with him standing behind you. “I want you to pass my class and maybe I can teach you some other things.”

Vernon waves his hand over his desk - using his magic to make all of his paperwork disappear in an instant.

“Wouldn’t want you to get them dirty~” He teases.

“P-professor…”

“Call me Vernon for now.” He leans in, warm chest against your back as you shiver.

“Or did it get you off calling me professor when you were touching yourself thinking about me?”

You feel your heart do a backflip when you hear him chuckle - now too nervous to move since you’d been called out.

He flips up your skirt and admires your ass before hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties that were already translucent with how wet you’d gotten.

“I was just teasing about that part but the way you’re not responding tells me that I must’ve said something right. S’okay, you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“O--okay…” You’re about to ask what he’s doing when he suddenly tugs on your panties hard - the fabric getting caught between your soaking folds as you mewl.

“O-oh, p--professor!”

“We won’t need these anymore, right?” The fabric rubs against your overly sensitive clit as you whimper and you find yourself drooling onto his table; squirming when he lets go and drags it down your legs as the fabric pools around your ankles instead.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what kind of toys do you put in this pretty ‘lil cunt when you’re playing with yourself?”

You feel his fingers glide through your folds - poking and prodding at your clit before you feel them circling your entrance.

“I--my--my fingers but I…” Embarrassment laces your voice as you bite your lip. “I m-messed up once and…”

Vernon sinks his index and middle finger into your soaking wet pussy and he groans when he feels your walls sucking his digits in deeper.

“And what?”

With his free hand, he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks, shimmying down his boxer briefs along with them as he wraps a hand around his leaking cock.

“I want to know what you did, sweetheart.”

Gulping, you try to work your hips back, trying to ride his fingers as he scissors and curls the digits knuckle deep.

“I--I accidentally… s-summoned, a-ah, a--I don’t--don’t know what it w-was…” Muttering, your eyes flutter shut when you feel the tips of his fingers grazing against your sweet spot.

You really hadn’t known what you summoned that night and you don’t know where the spell had gone wrong either.

All you really knew was that the tentacles had given you what you craved; one deep inside your pussy while another one had fucked your ass and another one had fucked your throat as you reached an orgasm several times.

You’d imagined them to be Vernon’s cock, all the while.

“I heard a rumour there was an odd aura emanating from the dorms… Tsk, guess I finally know what it was.”  

“Mmnh, s-sorry, p-professor…”

He slides his fingers from inside of you after a few more skillful flicks of his wrist and he’s quick to position the head of his cock at your entrance as you moan out his name instead this time.

“I can’t wait either, sweetheart. Those aphrodisiacs you made are really taking their toll. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last…” He groans as he slowly starts to sink his cock into you - meeting no resistance as your wetness drips down your inner thighs.

“P-please… fuck me, ngh, h-hard and--and fast… I--” You remember the tentacles slamming into you as your body rocked against the bedsheets; craving the same pleasure they’d been able to give you. “I wanna, a-ah, cum so bad, V--Vernon…”

Vernon grits his teeth as he bottoms out inside of your pussy - letting you adjust to his size before he’s starting an erratic pace.

“I do too, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Dripping all over too…” He undoes the tie around his neck at the same time; sliding the silk from around his neck before he reaches for your arms.

“I do have to punish you a little bit though. You summoned monsters and created illicit drugs at the dorms. You understand, right?”

“Ngh, y-yes, professor…”

He ties your wrists behind your back tightly before he raises a hand to your ass - quickly bringing his palm down onto your skin as you cry out.

“I won’t make you count them but I expect you to perform better during my lectures, understood?”

Your skin stings when he brings his hand down five more times in rapid succession.

“Y-yes, V--Vernon! I mean, professor!”

The stinging sensation quickly bleeds into pleasure and he doesn’t stop spanking your ass as he starts to double his pace.

“Tell me, did you imagine this? Me fucking your soaking wet cunt over my desk like this?” Vernon gives you a break as he soothes your skin. “I’ll be honest, sweetheart, I was intrigued when I saw my name being used in such a spell.”

“I--ngh, i-imagined it a-all the time…” You admit, “S-sometimes I i-imagine you, mmnh, j-just pulling me into a-an empty room and--and pushing my panties t-to the side just to f-fuck me…”

“Oh? Such a naughty student.” 

His words go straight to your core and the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot has broken moans spilling off of your lips as you beg him to go faster. 

“Please! Please, I’m s-so close to c-cumming!”

Tears blur your vision as the pleasure becomes unbearable - unable to stop yourself when your orgasm hits you hard out of nowhere. 

And Vernon’s thrusts become even more erratic as he throws his head back and rides the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock; his hands going for your bound wrists as he uses it for leverage. 

“Do you want me to cum inside you or do you want me to cum elsewhere?” 

The memory of the tentacles filling up all your holes makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you all but cry for Vernon to cum inside of you. 

“P-please... I-inside... I want you, ngh, t-to cum inside m-me... Want to--to feel it dripping d-down, ah, my t-thighs when you g-give me everything...” 

Growling, he holds you steady as he chases his own orgasm - hips rocking into your ass as soft curses and growls spill from his lips. 

“Okay, then be a good girl and take all of it.” 

It takes a few more erratic thrusts before his cock is throbbing and unloading all of his hot cum inside your pussy - both of you moaning at the warm pleasure that washes over your bodies. 

Your mouth opens in a ‘o’ shape as you feel the fullness of his cock and cum inside you - the reality far better than anything you’d ever imagined.

Mentally wondering if you’d ever be able to come back from this normally now that’s you’d fucked your incantations professor and felt him in real life.

Vernon starts to slow his movements after a few more minutes - only mildly satisfied and still feeling high strung from the aphrodisiacs still coursing through this body.

“Professor… how--how am I supposed to go to s-study after this… I, ah, still—still have l-lectures…” You whisper tiredly - body still buzzing in need as he holds you firm against his table.

Vernon smirks at your back; mentally thinking of all the spells he knew to, perhaps, conjure up a clone of you that would at least get through your classes for the rest of the day while he made you cum a few more times.

“Didn’t I tell you? I have a spell for everything.”

[kenkamishiro]

Lost in Translation: Choujin X chapter 1

Fun fact, I was planning to do fan translations for Choujin X with a scan group until it could get a simulpub release, though I didn’t expect it to get one from the very first chapter lol. I’m happy though since it means everyone can read it right away and it doesn’t mess up my schedule.

So instead I’ll be making comparison notes between the EN and JP text to supplement the official translation. I’m not doing this because the official TL is bad (I actually think it’s pretty solid and I hope it will maintain this quality) but because it’s inevitable for something to be lost in translation, and it’s nice to have that additional context for theory crafting and whatnot.

If you want to read it on Twitter instead, the original thread is here, but this is the proofread and way more detailed version 😄

This translation isn’t wrong, but there’s an emphasis on それ (which is TLed as ‘it’) that connotes a stronger, “other, that thing” feeling that isn’t present here. The general idea behind this sentence is: That [becoming a Choujin] resembles more of a disease [than a transformation].

Ely talks like a tomboy, she uses rougher speech patterns and the pronoun オラ (ora), a derivative of the masculine 'ore'. But it's a bit old-fashioned (eg. すまなんだ) which makes sense considering her upbringing with her grandfather on a farm. Hence her country bumpkin speech pattern in English.

Not sure if I should use Ellie or Ely? Ellie makes more sense based on the kana, but Ishida explicitly called her Ely so I might stick with Ely for now... (also istg that blond guy with the huge chin is a reference, I've seen him somewhere)

Tokio, I know your teacher is annoying, but it's rude to call her that lol. This is basically the oppai equivalent of paisen (senpai backwards, it’s slangier). Similar thing actually happened with Ely describing her dream hubby as Goldilocks instead of blond; ‘kinpatsu’ (blond hair) was inverted to become ‘patsukin’, hence the translation as Goldilocks.

Kurohara Tokio (黒原トキオ) and Higashi Azuma (東アヅマ). Kurohara is a common surname, means 'black fields'. Tokio is in katakana, so it’s hard to say what kanji it could be. 'Toki' could be 時 (time) or 外喜 (outside + delight). The 'o' can be the common male name suffix 男 (boy).

But when I think of Tokio, I think of TK's song called 'tokio'. You can read the translated lyrics here. If these lyrics end up being relevant to Tokio's character development I will eat my shoe lol.

Higashi means 'east'. Azuma (which can also be romanized as Aduma, it’s a softer ‘zu’ sound which is why Tokio called Azuma ‘Aju’ earlier in the chapter before correcting himself) is an archaic form of ‘east’. So...this guy is literally East East. The Choujin X equivalent of Moon Moon 😂

Someone also informed me that Higashi Azuma is a station in Tokyo, though the kana are slightly different (アヅマ／あづま vs. あずま). They effectively sound the same though nowadays, if I have to be honest. It’s like comparing the difference between 애 and 에 in Korean.

Tbh this is minor, but worth mentioning just cause it changes the meaning a bit. Tokio is saying something more like, “Why are we even talking about this [the roly-polies] again?”

I think I heard people talking about how the official TL doesn’t match the original text, but personally I really like how this was translated! Sis is using the expression  「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」, which literally means “boiling the dirt under someone’s fingernails and drinking it”. By taking the dirt/grime under the fingernails of someone that you admire, and boiling it and drinking it like a tea, you can become more like them.

But because idioms don’t tend to directly translate well between languages, translators often have to adapt it so that the meaning still remains the same. In English the closest idiom we have to this is “rubbing off on someone.” The “holding hands” bit was added to replace the physical aspect of “taking the dirt from someone’s fingernails” and also contribute to Sis’s sassy and very informal way of speaking.

So Sis is saying in JP (ignoring her personal speech style for now):

You should take the dirt from under [Azuma's] fingernails and boil it so you can be more like him.

And now in ENG it becomes:

You guys should hold hands or something, then maybe he’ll rub off on you.

It now sounds natural in English, still carries the same meaning as the original text, and also suits the character’s speech pattern.

Moving on, in that same panel the literal TL of Tokio’s dialogue is, “Policeman Azuma got dispatched again today,” emphasizing Azuma’s heroic deeds along with his family connections to the police. Another thing I want to note is that this is the second time Azuma has been called 偉い (erai) so far - noble, and now great guy. I’ll just dump the general English definition of 偉い from Jisho here so you get the general idea:

Great; excellent; admirable; remarkable; distinguished; important; celebrated; famous; eminent

But you can tell from how people describe Azuma as 偉い that others look up to him, think he’s a great person and Mr. Perfect. Always being placed on a pedestal by others. (What are the odds this will affect his mentality after the Choujin serum?)

The meaning is still pretty much the same, but I’ll offer a slightly different perspective. Sis mentions that if she were Tokio, she’d burst from the [Azuma] complex. (Clearly Tokio and Azuma's relationship is gonna crack at some point)

Tokio mentions an idiom about hawks (taka) before recalling his childhood memory about vultures. Vultures are called 'hagewashi', but in the chapter it mentions they can also be called 'hagetaka' (buzzard/condor, literally bald hawk).

The kids call him names like "Hagetaka Tokio" and "Hageo". But Hagetaka Tokio only really works in JP cause Hagetaka kinda mimics his last name (Buzzard Tokio doesn't give the same vibe). Same with Hageo. Hage-o = Bald-o = Baldy.

I also think Buzzard was chosen over another name for a vulture like Condor because Buzzard can pass off as an insult.

I would have translated this as, “I wanted to be a lion too...” but this is just personal preference.

A continuation of the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression Sis used earlier. Without the adapted idiom the exchange goes something like this:

Tokio: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

Azuma: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

Tokio: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

Azuma: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

But since the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression was modified to make it sound natural in English, it means this conversation has to be modified too.

JP: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

EN: My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you. What do you think?

The “dirt from under your nails” part got adapted to “holding hands”, hence how the 1st line from Tokio becomes, “My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you.” “Can I have some?” makes no sense now in this context now, so it was changed to “What do you think?” as a question to Azuma to keep the similar conversation flow going.

JP: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

EN: Huh? What’re you talking about? No thanks.

Azuma’s next line is similar enough to the JP text except for the removal of “scary”. I think the reason it was most likely removed is because leaving it as it is could be constituted as homophobic (2 boys holding hands, absolutely nothing scary about it as bible thumpers would like people to believe).

JP: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

EN: She said to hold hands so you’ll rub off on me.

Tokio’s response to that is explaining what he meant by his proposal. In the original text he lays out the latter half of the idiom (he doesn’t even realize it’s an expression, poor boy), and in English he does something similar by going into why his sister said they should hold hands (so Azuma can rub off on Tokio).

JP: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

EN: C’mon. That’s not how things work.

Azuma’s then rebuts Tokio’s proposal as ridiculous. In the original text he drops a typical straight man response (don’t do *insert whatever ridiculous thing the idiot suggested*). But since Tokio’s proposal in English isn’t as preposterous, his rebuttal is toned down in response by telling him not to take it literally.

Ultimately, even though a lot of this dialogue was changed, I still think it was successful in maintaining the original’s intent. Tokio takes his sister’s sarcastic suggestion literally and brings it up to Azuma, who dismisses it as silly. It would be nice if we could keep the expression as it was in Japanese, but in instances like this where it’s played off of in multiple lines, that’s easier said than done.

軟体 isn’t an actual word, it’s made up of the kanji soft + body. So kinda like Elastigirl, but Flexi was chosen instead. It doesn’t sound 100% right, but I don’t think I could come up with anything better.

Replacing the しい in 楽しい with the C plus that elongated pronunciation makes Johnny sound even more like a stereotypical Yankee, which is why he sounds like that in English 😂

Random but I found it interesting how Azuma called Johnny a youkai (妖怪) instead of something like bakemono (化け物) or obake (お化け) since they’re shapeshifting monsters.

Tokio is worried that if he doesn't do something right now, he's going to lose his friendship with Azuma. The sentence is fine as it is though.

Azuma’s line can also be worded as, "No hard feelings, okay?"

Bestial = 獣化 (juuka) = beast+change = beast transformation

That’s it from me, if you have questions about the TL feel free to send an ask or reply to this post, I promise I’ll check my inbox more often this time 😂

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Hon' if you are accepting prompts (and only if you are!) can I have some spooky Sansa and Jon? I'm still not over them in spooky scenarios so I would love to read anything about it.

And for something a little more specific (in case that helps): maybe ghost!Sansa and Jon moves to her place and she is not happy, but also she loves his dog?

Or maybe Addams AU!

Or maybe Jon is the ghost and Sansa moves into his place?

Or they are talkshow hosts or something and a ghost is trying to get them together?

Or maybe YouTubers AU and their followed bug them until they agree to a Collab and it's Halloween or something like that?

Okay I went all over the place and clearly have too many ideas, but feel free to choose any of you do choose something!

First of all, I guess I'm sort of always taking prompts? I'll never turn them away, though they may also sit in my inbox forever (I'm looking at you, the last anon prompt from when I asked for them back in December...)

Second, spooky prompts! ❤️👻❤️👻❤️ If there's anything I love in this world, it's the supernatural/paranormal. And it may be the middle of summer, but I'm already longing for spooky season and I've been trying to vibe with it but it's hard when the days are so long, hot, and humid. (I desperately want to be able to go outside and not feel like I'm breathing soup, thank you very much.)

Before I get to the prompt itself, because I'm too wordy for my own good - your one prompt of Sansa/Jon is a ghost and the other moves in to their place... well, I've read that fic! It's actually locked on AO3 and I don't know if that means the author doesn't really want people finding it/linking to it, so I won't, but I guess DM me if you wanna know what it is?? I don't know the protocol for that. There's also Haunt Me, Then by the lovely @ode-to-an-inkwell which I read back when I was lurking and I loved it. It's the same base premise, but with a ton more plot!

The prompt I have chosen is the youtuber collab! Because I also love writing about/dissecting social media, apparently.

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Sansa breathes – deep and even – and tries to stay centered in the middle of her group (away from the edges, away from the dark corners and the sounds coming from them and the people she knows are waiting for her there).

She wishes with all her strength that her followers had never found out that she's related to Robb. It's not something she was hiding, necessarily, but when she started her channel, she'd kept a lot of her personal life private. And honestly, she never thought it would get to this point – the point where she has millions of followers and Robb and Theon have millions of followers and those followers inevitably found out she and Robb are siblings.

A collab had been unavoidable. She just wishes it were any other activity than... this.

She lets out a strangled scream as something crashes to her right and she stumbles left, straight into the other person who's been dragged along tonight – Jon Snow. He catches her arm and keeps her upright and she almost thanks him until she hears him let out a laugh. It infuriates her and she rips her arm out of his grasp and sends him a glare, though it's short lived when she sees what looks like a jar of eyeballs on a shelf behind him and bile twists in her stomach.

She hates Halloween - she hates horror movies and jump scares and gore, and she especially hates haunted houses. But what else should she have expected for this collab? Robb and Theon have a dumb prank channel, of course they'd bring her – notorious wimp Sansa Stark – to a haunted house for the video. She thinks Robb got permission to film, because Dacey and Olyvar are flanking them with cameras to capture everyone's reactions.

“It's all fake,” Jon reminds her, though she barely hears his voice over the din of sound effects echoing through the dark corridor as they pass from one room to another.

“I know that,” she hisses, heart pounding wildly. They approach a doorway and – sure enough – right as she passes through, there's a person with heavy special effects makeup waiting on the other side to grab at her (another thing she resents – this is one of those places where the actors can touch you. They'd had to sign a waver). She screams in the actor's faux-bloody face and she swears he laughs at her.

In front of her, Robb and Theon are being obnoxious as usual. She doesn't really condone their prank channel and has often had to reign them in from doing something that would get one of them needlessly hurt (or would be considered, you know, illegal). Jon is usually an unwilling participant in their videos, and he has his own woodworking channel that has nowhere near the viewership that her makeup channel or Robb and Theon's prank channels do (she's told him, over an over, that if he showed his face on camera, he'd get more viewers, but he insists that he wants the focus to be on his work, not him). Jon walks next to her, calm, like nothing in this place fazes him, and she sort of resents him for this.

She understands it's all fake, she's not stupid, but that doesn't stop her fear response from kicking in every time something jumps at her, every time lights flicker or go out. It doesn't stop her stomach from turning whenever she sees the needlessly gory scenes like that doctor cutting a girl open, her fake intestines spilling out as the actress screamed.

“It'll be over soon,” Jon leans in close so she can hear him better, and for a moment a sense of calm washes over her. She loses it, though, as he moves away to give her space and she panics and reaches out and grabs his hand, tugging him back close to her.

A strange look passes over his face, but he doesn't say anything, just lets her grab onto his arm as they continue through the haunted house. She can't explain it, but with Jon next to her she feels... safe. She knows none of this is real, she knows none of these actors will actually hurt her, but it doesn't seem to matter, and it doesn't seem to matter that Jon won't actually have to protect her (though she somehow knows that he would if he ever had to, and that's a strange realization to have as she's walking through a room of terrifying clowns).

When it's finally over and they're outside, she breathes a sigh of relief and she feels muscles that she hadn't even realized were tensed relax.

“That was awesome,” Theon nearly shouts at one of the cameras. He and Robb talk loudly and animatedly for the cameras about the house, summarizing it for their audience (she knows they're likely to cut out a lot of the extreme scares and gore, since a good portion of their audience are kids and young teens).

“You good?” Jon murmurs to her and she realizes she still has a death grip on his arm.

“Oh,” she breathes with a forced laugh, “yeah,” and she lets go of his arm and immediately wishes she could have it back. (And then, some part of her brain whispers that she wishes she could have his arm wrapped around her instead, but she pushes that thought out because where did that even come from?)

Jon brings a hand up to scratch at his beard and shifts on his feet and she wonders if its because he feels awkward on camera. Jon's never liked being on camera, not really – it's why Robb and Theon always have to catch him off guard and why his videos – at most – only feature his hands and forearms (the comments on his videos about how attractive his hands and forearms are had been one of her main arguments for showing his face, but Jon had gotten weird after that and so she'd dropped it eventually).

“Hayride next?” Robb asks, which brings her back to the present.

“There's more?” she whines, twisting her face into a pout that always got her out of trouble when she was a kid, but Robb and Theon are already making their way towards the next attraction.

“You can sit next to me,” Jon offers, and she feels relief flood through her. “I'll be on the outside.”

She feels herself smile for the first time all night and nods and she's even more pleased when he – after a moment of hesitation – holds out his arm for her to take. She does so, curling her own arms around his and hugging it to her, keeping herself as close to him as possible as they walk through the fairgrounds to the haunted hayride.

They arrive right behind Robb and Theon and when Robb sees the way she's basically clinging to his best friend, there's a look that she can't figure out – it flicks from their joined arms, to Jon, then back to their arms, then to her, then back to Jon again and she feels Jon stiffen up next to her. Something silent passes between them and Robb looks almost... concerned? But then Jon shakes his head so subtly she thinks she's not supposed to see it and Robb nods back and turns around to face Theon and the cameras and Sansa's left more confused than anything.

The next tractor and wagon pull up to the entrance and the previous riders disembark. She waits with Jon, and though there's a slight fluttering in her stomach, she's not terrified like she had been right before the haunted house. Jon keeps his word and as they climb onto the open-topped wagon, he lets her sit in the middle and he takes the outside so she won't have to deal with the actors that run up to them during the ride. She settles into the hay and, without thinking, leans her head on his shoulder, arm still linked through his.

“Thank you,” she says.

“Robb and Theon shouldn't have made you do this,” Jon says back and his voice sounds a bit shaky. She can't see his face, she's too comfortable resting her head against him to look up, but she wonders why he sounds nervous. Maybe he's more scared of all of this than he was letting on? He hadn't seemed nervous at all in the haunted house.

“Don't worry, I'm going to have so much fun giving them a full face of glam makeup when it's time to make the video for my channel.” That's the point of this collab – she does a video for their channel and they do one for hers.

Jon lets out a soft laugh as the tractor starts up and the wagon lurches forward, heading into the dark forest. “Can I watch?”

“Definitely,” she says as she squeezes his arm tighter, her heart jumping at a noise off in the woods – a signal that the scares are about to start. “You should let me do your makeup,” she continues to try and distract herself. “I think glam makeup would look amazing with your beard.”

“Sure,” she can feel his shoulder lift into a shrug, and that does make her lift her head up and look at him.

“You would? I thought you hated being on camera?”

He shrugs again, but whatever response he was going to give is cut off as an actor takes a running leap at the wagon, latching onto the side and pulling himself up, and the passenger nearest to him (right in front of Jon) screams. Sansa sucks in a breath and tries to calm her racing heart (and out of the corner of her eye, she sees Dacey with a camera pointed right at her and Jon, a smirk on her face).

She spends the rest of the ride (and all through the haunted corn maze), hanging onto Jon for dear life and she swears his calm presence is the only reason she survives.

(And when she finally gets home to her little apartment and gets into bed, she tries desperately not to think too hard about why that is. She tries not to analyze the safety she felt with him or the way her heart had been fluttering during the car ride home, sitting in Robb's back seat and staring at Jon's profile illuminated by moonlight in the front seat as he and Robb talked and joked around. She tries not to obsess about the way he'd told her to call him if she ever wanted him to be in one of her videos, tries not to read too much into the look Robb had given Jon when he said it.)

(She tells herself that the reason she can't sleep that night is because of the haunted house.)

(It's definitely not because of Jon.)

[domjaehyun]

RULES

Please read before messaging! Hi, everyone! So this blog gets a lot of traffic and I get quite a lot of messages a day (read: 50-70) and this can get kinda overwhelming because I’m just one person who occasionally has bad mental health days! I love feedback and that is always encouraged but I am also a person whose mental health isn’t the best, so I think I need to establish some terms for using my ask box so I don’t get burned out.

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[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”

[kuruyuji]

Mondo and Byakuya with a s/o who act’s like Norman from the promised neverland?

i’m so excited for tpn szn two, also i’m doing headcanons since you didn’t specifiy. if you want something else feel free to send it in my inbox ! i also didn’t read the manga, so i don’t know if normans personality changes, so this is all anime based. 

for the non tpn fans, basically norman is smart, loyal, kind, and levelheaded 

- byakuya and mondo with a s/o whos selfless and intelligent (like norman from tpn)

gender neutral reader

warnings: slight swearing

byakuya togami

- it’s VERY surprising that Byakuya has some empathy towards you, since he pushes all of his other classmates away

- the first thing he notices about you is how smart you are

- finally ! someone with his level of intelligence

- for real, you’d be pointing things out that even KYOKO didn’t realize, now that says something

- he likes you’re realism. he heavily agrees with your points when you have to remind people of what type of situation you’re in. you have to remind people that this is a killing game, and that even the people who seem nice have motives to kill. when others disagree with this he’s immediately backing you up, calling everyone stupid for not understanding the situation.

- you’re like the nice version of him

- he also likes your calm attitude and how level headed you are. Byakuya has no time to deal with childish antics 

- so think of yourself as royalty, because Byakuya Togami thinks of you worthy to be in his presence

- he tends to get a little pissy when you start to say that you think it’s selfish to think about yourself, or you’re not as important compared to makoto or kyoko

- “are you serious? you actually have a working brain unlike some of these idiots. you’re the one who knows what’s going on as has to do all the explaining to everyone else. notice your worth, and put yourself higher than these guys”

- byakuya doesn’t say it, or even acknowledges it, but he likes your loyalty to others. although he doesn’t understand why you’d think of others survival before yours, he has come to like you being there for others

- you’re really special to Byakuya, because he treats you with respect. but of course, he’s going to still be an ass about it

mondo owada

- to be honest, he might think you’re a little stuck up since you’re smart

- so when the two of you start talking he’s going to be rude to you (but he’s like that with everyone so-)

- but once he starts to realize how smart you are during trials and how you’re fighting for everyones survival, that’s when he starts to appreciate you more

- mondo is a very loyal person, so he REALLY admires your will to help others. you have stated multiple times that you’ll do anything to save everyone from this killing game. and here you are out here in the face of danger and not even bothering to think about your self.

- he’ll also start to get nervous around you, now that he realized that he likes you, and will probably snap at you with harsh words when you say something smart

- but mondo is just trying his best to get to know you. he just doesn’t know how to communicate, especially with someone with your type of personality. he still gets confused whenever you say something intelligent, but he tries to get nicer

- when you start telling him that you think it’s selfish to care for yourself, he’ll step in. he’ll always remind you on how cool you are

- “huh? praise yourself more dumbass! you’re always saying smart shit that no one understands but it helps during trials. i’d probably be dead without ya help”

- he’s a bit jealous with your strength. you may not be strong physically, but your will is stronger than anyone else. he inspires to be someone like you one day, gentle and helpful towards others. but putting that aside he’ll just stand by your side for now

- you got the mental strength, he has the physical. together the two of you are unstoppable

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

How to grow your blog - For Beginners!

Since I receive quite a few messages about how I grew my blog and how others could improve theirs, I decided to do this post to help you with whatever knowledge I gathered throughout my time on here.

Disclaimer: These are only my personal observations, there's no proven success if used and they may differ in other people's case.

Things I will discuss below will include;

Interactions

Masterlists / Navigations

Tags

Taglists

Simplicity

So, I guess it's time for us to begin :)

Interactions

First and foremost, interactions are the most important elements of Tumblr. These can include asks/ comments/ reblogs/ reblogs with comments and any sort of interactions with other blogs.

Asks are important because while you're having fun and chatting away with people, your name shows up on their blog and their followers might be intrigued by your user name or what you said and they check out your blog.

Comments. When you read a fic or see a beautiful edit and leave a comment on that certain post, most of the time the creator will check out your profile and other people who leave comments might find you sweet and head to your blog as well. It's nothing deep with an underlying meaning. It's simple curiosity. If what you write is kind or relatable, people feel drawn to you.

Reblogs. Reblogs are one of the most important part of Tumblr. That's the only way your art can be spread. Sure, tags are important and helpful, but reblogs are the ones that keep your art alive. When you reblog a post you're essentially sharing someone else's content with 10, 100 or 1000 people without your knowledge.

Reblogs with comments are possibly the most important and significant part of this site. You don't just share someone else's art, you also add your positive comment to it, which draws people's attention. When you reblog someone else's art, they might check out your blog and they might reblog yours. Of course, it's not a rule nor should it be expected, but from my personal experiences, I have gained loads of followers through my mutuals. Their kind words and love for my fics have drawn quite a large traffic to my blog and vice versa.

Masterlists / Navigations

Many people will tell you that tags are enough and you don't need a Masterlist. I disagree. Whilst tags are good and useful, tumblr's tags aren't reliable and on top of that people can be quite lazy. The easiest way to showcase your art - whether it be fanfiction, fanart, gifs, drawings, video edits and such - is to basically offer them to your visitors/followers on a silver platter. It can be a bother at times, always keeping it up to date, but when people have to search for your content they get discouraged because let's be honest, we like things that are easily accessible.

Masterlists can be a single Tumblr post or a Google drive document where you add the link of your creations. In my Masterlist you can find different characters, organised by different fandoms. If you use Google drive make the document readable [but not editable] for the public.

Some people, such as myself, create Navigation posts, where they add relevant sub menus which help their followers navigate easier on their blogs. These can contain where to send "asks", "rules" that the owner of the blog might set, "blog recommendations", "side blogs", "about me" menus and the like.

Tags

Although I mentioned that tags can be unreliable, they're still a necessity. Search for relevant tags and use them when you post your art. Meanwhile reblogging is the easiest way to get your creations out there, people do regularly search for tags when they wish to see something and the only way they will find you is if your post appears in tags.

If you're not sure whether your tags are working, you can always head to your dashboard, click on the 👤 in the right upper corner, go down to the posts menu and look for the post you want to check on. Once you found it, click on the tag that you would like to search for. If it shows up in the recent tab of the search results, it means the tag is working, but if after 5 minutes of posting it's still not there, you might need to reupload your work. Unfortunately Tumblr has some issues with the tags and it takes two or even three attempts at times to upload something correctly, whilst other times it might work immediately.

On a side note, if you reblog nsfw content or triggering content, you might want to tag those appropriately. Tw food, tw blood, tw. etc. Depends on the content of the triggering post.

You can also create your own tags. Such as "XY's inbox" for your asks or "XY shares" for anything that you reblog from others. This way people can block those tags and see only those posts on your blog that they might find interesting.

Taglists

Taglists aren't a necessity, especially because there are many different ways to notify your followers of new creations, but it's certainly useful. The reason I think taglists are important is because tumblr won't always show your posts on everyone's dashboard, especially if they follow loads of people. However, when you use a taglist, and mention people on your newest posts, they will be able to get a notification of your update.

Of course, if you feel like tagging people might be bothersome, you might create a side-blog where you reblog your posts and people can turn on notifications to be notified of your updates. This option has been rather popular recently, because usually we reblog and post many things on our main blogs and people don't want to get notified about every trivial post, so a side-blog with the most important posts might just be it for you.

Simplicity

This might be confusing so let me be less vague. As I said, we can be rather lazy and that doesn't mean we're bad people, we might just had a difficult day or too much to study or work and we just want easy access to content. Being simple is a necessity. Though it's good to be creative and unique, such as creating a Masterlist that's called "Where the stars shine", it's not obvious for many what is hidden behind those words and they might not be curious enough to check it out. By being simple and obvious, as I said before, you're offering your content on a silver platter. Simple and neat. Sometimes people just need things to be easy to find.

I have been told many times before that my blog is very organised and I feel very proud about that because it means people can find things easily. Of course, it's not proven, but I think that could be a factor in growing your blog. But as I've said, these are only my personal observations.

I hope this helps. Have a nice day :) Heloise Daphne Brightmore