#you forget whose art blog this is...

[uzmacchiato]

I'm really disappointed right now.

I've come across a number of people who are using my dividers without providing credit.

(Un)Fortunately I try to open random profiles who interact with my posts to check what kind of aesthetics they like for their blogs and I've come across people having my dividers in their posts without tagging my account. What kind of a Shitty Ignorant behaviour is that !

I have put JUST ONE RULE for people to follow while using my dividers and that is to TAG me/Give Credit.

I put a lot of thought, effort and time for these dividers even though it's just a hobby, I constantly keep thinking about what new designs I could make. These are mere dividers or lines and colors to you maybe, but for me, it's MY WORK and even the oldest, shabbiest, least liked ones are dear to me.

I really appreciate people who comment, reblog with tags, share their ideas and ask for custom Dividers from me. I really thank them for showing so much love and support for this small blog 💗

I created my Tumblr account to follow astrology and tarot blogs because there are such intuitive and blessed readers here on this platform. Later I thought about sharing my art as well because I understood that people here are very understanding and inclusive. They respect and value what people offer for free and appreciate things as they are.

I'm so grateful for a number of artists here in my following list, whose artworks help me to keep myself motivated. I have an immense amount of respect for people who share their creativity with the world. Be it an Artist, Singer, Tarot reader, Astrologer, Writer, etc 😭🤌🏻...even Smau creators/Fiction writers. Period.

I have seen people using AI for readings, reposting without permissions/credit on other apps, copying artworks or simply not following rules before sending an ask or using someone's work. How can you do that? I'm assuming you never had to experience the feeling it brings. It gives the feeling of being used and taken advantage of without providing the bare minimum effort in return.

I humbly request people to not dishonour and insult the hardwork of someone else by showing such ignorant behaviour because it really breaks my heart. Don't fall so deep — where you forget basic human mannerisms.

I am requesting my followers/people who use my dividers to kindly check for credits if you ever come across my dividers on someone else's post. You can share the post or just the person's ID with me. It would mean so much if people support each other like that. 🫶🏻

** I have added extra tags because I've come across people who I have no idea of (only through these tags) using my dividers without credits. Those are not for promotion whatsoever. **

[stervrucht]

helloooo first time asker, long time lurker; pls recommend me some of your fave fellow harringrove writers/pages xx

btw, your art and your writing simply blows me away.

Oh my god, I love this! Also, hi! Thank you so much for this ask! Okay, so...this is gonna be a huge list. No particular order.

Writers

@azrielgreen Az writes fantastic fics, including Harringrove and Metalsandwich. I love her fics In the Water, with You andRooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) so much.

@runraerun Rae's characterization of Billy is just incredible. I'll never grow tired of that. Her fic Easy as 123 and put up your dukes are great examples of this!

@noxdrawstrash They write AND draw. Their Metalsandwich fic The Long Night has amazing worldbuilding, pacing, and such a unique take on Omegaverse that even I (who doesn't typically enjoy omegaverse) love it so much.

@un-buttoned Their fic when the bones are good is an absolute Harringrove staple and I love their other fics too. Kate_button just knows how to capture this balance between playful and sharp in Billy.

@lazybakerart Draws and writes as well. They have such a lovely stylised artstyle and their writing just incredible too. I really loved their oneshot The Art of the Dick Pic and their fic Cherry.

@brawlite Another excellent writer. Their fic if i stare too long is another Harringrove staple to me.

Some other honorable mentions I still intend to read but haven't gotten around to yet: @shieldofiron @dame-zoom-a-lot @fkinkindagauche @finalmoondragon @dragonflylady77

@medusapelagia @suotar

Artists

@avalonlights They have such a lovely style. I adore seeing their art.

@aggressiveviking @aggressiveviking-art Lovely, unique, and recognizable style. I love the way they draw Billy and the way they blend the feeling of traditional art with digital application.

@ihni Their illustrations are top tier and they truly offer something so unique to the fandom. 100% an obligated stop on the Harringrove tour.

@stablefuse (formerly @wrecked-fuse) draws incredible (n)sfw Harringrove art which can be found here.

@racketti They have such a lovely soft style.

@delessss Such a recognisable style and I love the way they draw Billy!

More honorable mentions: @cvpidart @niku30

Blogs

@fawcett-hairspray-club @prettyboy-like-you @lovebillyhargrove

I'm 100% forgetting people because it's A LOT (and I'm getting tired) but this should feed you for some time✨💕

[eclecticwhiz]

To the ones navigating visible or invisible storms…

To those whose minds flicker like signal towers — misunderstood, mislabeled, misfired…

To those who are stuck in between; who have been through countless of rites of passage…

To those who can’t fill the void within; who restlessly yearn for a place to call home…

To every BPD survivor and artist who’s been called too much, too broken, or too dramatic — when in truth, you were carrying too many timelines in a single heart. And you were being taken down by the ones who were simply too little.

To the glitching geniuses — the neurodivergent who kept transmitting authenticity and enchantment while the world tried to static you out.

To those who’ve screamed into the void, only to make the void echo back in art.

This… is for you.

BPD and neurodivergent people are often brilliant. Deeply artistic. Incredibly intelligent.

No, it’s not about romanticization. It’s about reclaiming and embracing ourselves. Restoring self-regard. Nurturing the inner-child deeply as they always deserved. Reclaiming the essential parts we neglected just to adapt and survive.

Yes, it includes what they try to pathologize — how they reduce us to stereotypes, and shove us all into one dusty box of convenience. We should get untangled from the shallow perspectives and unfair narratives.

We’re not denying the struggle, the pain, or the altered life quality. Yet we do deserve to lay emphasis on what’s shiny about us too.

We dare to look zoomed in or out; to bring more feeling or sense to things. And sometimes we are, and we do, things that can’t even get squeezed into labels. And the list could go on for pages, really…

Most people who don’t live this reality can’t even begin to imagine the dimensionality, the depth, or the creative voltage we hold.

We’re a neon glitch that will always stand out, and be proud to be doing so.

We are more… much more than our survival.

And I dedicate this album to you my fellow void-bound gifted wrecklings 🖤🤍🩶

🔳 We shall never forget the power of the void.

Time to assimilate and re-integrate:

(my first album)

A cosmic audiovisual project I directed and edited using multiple tools including AI — now live and streaming on all music platforms.

Music, visuals, sound design, and personal messages all woven together to create a full sensory experience.

I created this over the course of two intense months through blood, sweat, and serious health challenges.

(As a side note: the brand’s initial foundation for art and blogging, Eclectic Ways, and the broader concept behind this project have been taking shape since 2020.)

This is a deeply personal release, and I’d truly appreciate your honest impressions and kind support.

🎧Main genres: Electronic • Art Rock

⛓️Sync with my pulse on:

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🎥 The music videos for Abduct US! & Into The Pull is now on

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✨More Eclectic Whizzed visuals are on the way!

🌀Also streaming on more platforms.

[lord-emerson]

[Today my Fallen London blog turns one year old! Never in a million years would I have thought this fandom would end up becoming so, so important to me. I've met so many lovely people on flumblr (including my dear partner) and I got to get back into roleplaying on a scale that I haven't been able to do since I was a teen. There's so many people I'd like to give shout out that I'm bound to miss some, but if we've ever interacted through tags, DMs, RP messages or discord servers, know that you are part of what has made this year special to me.

Here's to many more years of:

Oswald dazzling at his first Feast of the Rose (aka. the first drawing made of Oswald ever, made by @thedeafprophet!)

Oswald completing Nemesis and getting what he wanted (but not quite) (spoilery write up of his ending PLUS some amazing art by @letters-of-fire)

Being visited by an unexpectedly sweet creature of the rooftops (with art by @t6fs!)

Nudging Cavendish along on their gender journey (so happy to see them wear more dresses now <3 (with art by @cave-n-dish!)

Meeting and flirting with The Dandy Detective, whose mind seemed to be elsewhere... (with writing by @thedandy-detective!)

So many thieves getting their grubby little hands on Oswald's possessions

An enlightening conversation about jealousy with one Belladonna Grimm (Bella belongs to @compassinsect, art is by @letters-of-fire!)

A contemplative winter evening with some familiar faces (with writing by @house-of-mirrors!)

A slightly less contemplative encounter with an unexpected guest (featuring @viric-dreams' Ockham with art by @letters-of-fire!)

Darcy telling Oswald he fucked himself up Bad. He's going to Die. (with art by @waterlogged-detective!)

Then who could forget, Lord Emerson's Lonely Hearts Club! (now with art by @staring-at-my-keyboard!)

and of course countless, and I do mean Countless shenanigans featuring one very handsome bandaged gentleman that Oswald and I have come to care about greatly... shenanigans such as elaborate (sexual) mind games, processing grief together, stealing his glasses, breaking his glasses (damn, look out for those glasses Howard), swapping hairstyles and making out in Parabola.

Thank you for being here, FLandom <3 See you again next year!]

[ghostgirl-22]

✨ 100 STORIES CELEBRATION ✨

Hey y’all!! By now I have written Art and Patrick (and sometimes Tashi) over 100 different times. I figured thats a milestone that deserves a celebration so ya know…why not.

First I could never have done this without y’all, literally. Its pretty much all your ideas, prompts and feedback. you all deserve the credit. I just hope I’ve been able to bring you a little bit of joy in responding to your asks :)

HOW IT WORKS: So I’ll say this, I've got enough requests in my inbox to write 100 more blurbs 😭 So I’m not gonna offer to write any stories but i do enjoy a random head canon.

If anyone is interested (anons more than welcome!)

PICK A CHALLENGERS CHARACTER: Art. Tashi. Patrick. Lily. (Or even background cast because they amuse me i.e. Helen, groseau, umpire, sandwich sharing queen, tashi’s parents, arts grandma, kat zimmerman, anna mueller, arts physio, etc).

Or feel free to make up your own! Sky’s the limit but it must be a head canon i wont be writing scenarios.

PICK AN EMOJI LIST AND A QUESTION:

🌞- head canons 1

🌚- head canons 2

I will come up with a head canon (typically 400 words or less). Please 1 character per request but multiple requests are of course welcome.

Or ask me a writing question

So if you’re still here. indulge me in going down memory lane for a moment. When I was new and randomly began posting my writing for the Halloween prompt challenge, some of the well established challengers writing blogs I looked up to (still do) shared my writing early on and it meant the world to me so just want to thank you guys @hyperballart, @andyrambles @artdcnaldson @girliism, @saintzweig (you all probably dont even remember doing that but i will never forget <3).

My first like: jaka!! @cha11engers 🫶🏾

My first reblog: @bingxuu 🫶🏾

Some people who have listened to my complaints, shared writing feedback and have generally made me feel better about writing: @artstennisracket @diyasgarden @asheepinfrance @slushfaerie @jesuistrestriste @compress1repress you’re all so beloved on here for very good reason. I thank you and appreciate you<3

That said, a general thank you to the people who continue to read, the people whose names pop up time and time again, the people who just read one story and the people who’ve read them all. The people who have not read anything but are just here vibing with me for some reason. I genuinely cherish each and every ounce of interaction and feedback i have ever received on here and to the people who have only lurked, i appreciate you too. I love you all forever 🖤

Also you’re all literally the best anons because I’ve never had to deal with anon hate and im so grateful to you for that.

*tagged ppl please don’t feel obligated to participate i just wanted to share my appreciation for you in helping me reach this milestone <3

MASTERLIST

[weskie]

Hi just wanna say I love your blog!

Okay!! I've been ive this idea stuck in my head!! imagine Wesker becoming super intrigued with like a musician or something like that- And he can't help but feel a bit jealous at his lovers adoring fans

One would think he’d get better at swallowing back the nearly nauseating wave of jealousy that rises in his throat, but such clearly was not the case.

You’d both settled onto the couch in his office, him with a laptop and a nice stack of folders perched upon the arm rest, and you with a small mountain’s worth of fan mail in a cardboard box.  This was how your weekends often went.  The scribble of his pen and clacking of keys would fill your ears while the occasional sweet chuckle from you would tickle his.  

Other times, you would perhaps be in the adjacent room playing whatever stringed instrument you’d decided required practicing.  Wesker often dropped whatever occupied him in those moments to linger outside of the door, listening to you with a content smile and pride bubbling in his chest.

Sometimes you show him what your fans send you.  It’s sweet for the vast majority of the time.  Endearing letters, admissions of admiration, people who swear up and down that you, angel of music that you are, changed their lives.  Some send you art.  Others send gifts.  It makes no difference to him, for you deserve nothing less than to be spoiled to your heart’s content.

Others were… less savory.  Disgusting tirades of everything some scumbag desires to do to you, scribbled, certainly, with putrid hands that couldn’t be less deserving of both your attention and time.  Some were smarter than others, leaving the return address blank.  Those who were not so bright…?

It only ever took a phone call to ensure they would never write such vile words again.  First he simply had them killed.  But now?  Oh, now Wesker ensures they will remember their transgressions for a lifetime. 

The way you smiled when you noticed such foul occurrences becoming next to nonexistent was all Wesker ever needed to know he’d done the right thing.  Still, he sometimes wondered what he should do about the more… appropriate advances.

“Another love letter,” you chuckle. You hand it over to him, as you always do, and he scans over it as usual to determine if it’s one worth a visitor being sent to the writer’s home.  “It’s kind of cute.”

He hates when you say such things.  The only one whose words of affection you should care for are his and his alone.

“Not the word I would use.” He huffs, gesturing for you to take the paper once more.  

Suddenly your knuckles are brushing against the corner of his jaw and you’re smiling at him with big, sparkling eyes.  “Well, what would you call it?  You ask with a big grin.  You know.

It takes him a moment and a brief scowl to settle on the only word he could assign to any of it.  “Pathetic.”

You know of his tendency to feel like this.  Threatened perhaps was a better word, but jealousy was, well… 

Apt.

He blinks and you’re in his lap, legs straddling his, hands at his cheeks.  All of his ire fades the second your lips graze his.  It’s as if your touch can take away everything that’s bad, leaving only warmth blossoming in his chest.  He forgets sometimes that you, despite every hand that has yearned to have you, chose him. 

Not them.

His fingers splay at your lower back, pulling you in just a little closer. Even now, with those hands still writing their longings for you, you stay right here. Right where you belong.

You choose him.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Granted, tumblr’s search function may broken but I can’t find a post on your blog centered on Alya’s writing. As a person constantly on the look out for critical examination of Alya’s role in the narrative and the compromises on her principles, relationships and competences made to artificially engineer the episode’s story, I’d be very interested to see your thoughts

I use Alya's writing as an example of a character done dirty all the time, but I don't think I've ever done a sugar post focused on her and I totally should. Before we get into it, I will openly admit that her bad writing bothers me more than Marinette's or Adrien's because she is best girl and we stan her. What can I say, I'm a writer whose best friend is an artist with a diagnosed anxiety disorder. I like characters who are writers and with artsy, anxiety-ridden best friends. They are my people and that gives us a great starting point for this post.

Marinette is the unambiguous main character of the show, so it makes sense to design both her hero partner and her best friend around balancing her out, giving them strengths to fill out the spots where she is weak. It's how you make a strong cast. When Alya is allowed the shine, she fills that balance role wonderfully and I love it! Some of my favorite moments are when Marinette goes on one of her rants and cool-headed Alya drags her back down to Earth:

Marinette: We're gonna stroll over there real cool as if we just happened to be passing by. Alya: Then what? Marinette: Then? I'll invite him out for a fruit smoothie at the end of the photo shoot! Then, we'll get married! Live happily ever after in a beautiful house and have two kids? No, three. And a dog! Maybe a cat? Nah, forget the cat. A hamster! I love hamsters! Alya: Let's just start with just happen to be passing by and see if we can get to that smoothie.

This banter from Stormy Weather is fantastic. It's exactly the type of thing I want to see from these two as it gives Alya a very different flavor of supporting role from Adrien. While Alya and Adrien are both card holding members of the Marinette hype squad, Alya is more of a voice of reason while Adrien is there to validate Marinette and follow her crazy schemes without question.

This brings us to the first issue with Alya's writing: when the plot demands it, they make her a gullible tabloid journalist even though it goes against everything her character should stand for. The reasons I'm comfortable saying this are many. The first one is that Alya is very clearly supposed to be seen as a serious journalist. That's why you get scenes like this one from Feast:

Alya: Now you know back in the day sculptures were painted, right? Most of the paint vanished over time, but tiny microscopic pigments still remain. Thanks to this special app, witness how it originally looked. But here's the big thing. All these works of art have something in common. It's the same symbol! Look, everywhere. It's like some kind of secret society emblem. As if a kind of Order of the Guardians has been watching over the superheroes since the beginning of time!

This scene would not exist if Alya was supposed to be the kind of person who only cared about getting blog hits because this type of content isn't where the money is. But money and clout aren't what Alya cares about. She's just a passionate reporter (or fan girl) who wants to know everything she can and who is having fun sharing her obsession with the world. This is an extremely important aspect of her character because it brings us to reason two that she clearly wasn't meant to be a clout chaser: if she was a tabloid journalist who only cared about hits, then she should have never been given a miraculous.

I could go on a rant her about how poorly Alya's blog is used after she becomes Rena Rouge, but I'll spare you the word count and just say that, as soon as she joined the team, she should have stopped sharing secrets on the blog. It makes sense that a blog would initially fill her need to share the fine details of her obsession, but once she's on the team, the blog should have been replaced by her teammates. She could still have the blog, but it shouldn't have things like the freaking guide to how the miraculous work that we see in the season four episode Gabriel Agreste:

Alya: The Miraculous are magical jewels that give powers to superheroes, like Ladybug's earrings and Cat Noir's ring. But supervillain Shadow Moth also has two Miraculousbrooches in his possession, and they will give him his powers. We can figure out from this that the Miraculous can either make a superhero or a supervillain. It's all riding on who wears it, which is why these jewels can't fall into just anybody's hands.

Alya, you are supposed to be Marinette's sole confidante at this point. Why are you giving the world this information? The writers are doing you dirty, my dear, and I'm so sorry. The best I can do is to promise to never treat you like this in my stuff.

Now, to be fair, there is some nuance to this. Alya is a human being. She's allowed to have flaws, so I can absolutely forgive her for getting caught up in the moment and posting scoops to her blog without thinking (see: Oblivio). That's honestly a great weakness for her character to have as it makes perfect sense for a fan girl to fan girl. At the same time, if you want to have a fan girl character who becomes part of the things she's a fan of, then you usually need to give that character something that will tone them down and make full fan girl mode something other than the standard setting.

Making your fan girl a serious reporter is a great way to do that! It allows you to have that initial bust of fan girl hype that quickly switches into serious get-the-details mode. Without that kind of complexity, Alya would just be another Wayhem and one Wayhem is already one too many.

While I will give Alya some grace on this topic and even call it a good thing for her character, the same cannot be said for her writing because the writers fail to embrace her hype as an in-the-moment weakness and it ruins her character. To put it another way, a lapse in judgement about posting a photo is excusable as a photo is quickly acquired and posted. A lapse in judgement about a full interview with a total rando who is claiming to be Ladybug's best friend is not excusable (see: Volpina). It's a completely different flavor of poor judgement as - at a minimum - it requires Alya to stand there talking to a person for several minutes and never once question what that person is saying. Those are not the behaviors of a good journalist.

Of course, this brings us to the most glaring example of Alya's character assassination: the Lila thing. Almost everything about this arc paints Alya as a terrible friend, which is a massive missed opportunity as Lila is the perfect antagonist for Alya! Who better to take down a liar than a truth seeker? It's such an easy way to give Alya her own mission to focus on, especially if you make Lila more subtle. You don't even need to have Alya believe Marinette without question. Just have her be an investigative journalist who is like, "You know what, this new girl clearly bothers Marinette and I know Marinette can get caught up in her own head, but it doesn't usually last this long. I think something is up, so I'm going to use my skills to see if Lila is telling the truth that way I know if I'm supporting the right person here." Don't have your character claim that she checks her sources and does research if you're going to turn around and have her believe whatever she hears without checking any of it!

Even outside of the Lila thing, I wish we saw more of Alya's research skills! They were such a good thing to give Marinette's best friend as Marinette is great at focusing on a clear task, but research is the kind of thing that would overwhelm her, so it makes perfect sense to make her best friend a researcher as that lets the team have someone to help track down whatever Gabriel is calling himself this week. The writers even understood this to some extent as we saw in Mr. Pigeon 72:

Alya: Marinette, how long have you been working on this? Ladybug: I dunno, six-seven days, maybe ten. Now that we're on spring break, I finally have time to put my whole heart into it! Alya: When was the last time you worked on one of your own designs? Ladybug: I do loads of designing! Look! (pointing to the contraption at her door) I designed a security system so that nobody can enter my room when I'm not in it. And if I put on this hat (puts on modified hat) I hear everything that's going on in here, even when I'm out of the room. Alya: I'm gonna have to break it to you because I'm the only one who can. THIS IS TOTALLY INSANE! Girl, trust your BFF. When I'm researching something obsessively and I can't think of anything else, that's when my mind can get really blocked. You know what you need most right now? A break! Ladybug: No way! No breaks until I find out how to keep Shadow Moth from reakumatizing people!

Remember who ultimately figures out how to keep Shadow Moth from reakumatizing people in this episode? Alya! Because her creative style is all about researching and looking at the evidence. You know, the classic skill set of a reporter?

I really do mean it when I say that the show has a fantastic setup for telling a good story. Alya's character should have been a perfect addition to Marinette's team. My favorite lineup is the line up from season two with Kagami and Luka in non-love-interest bonus roles that I won't get into here since it's a little too deviant from canon to make sense without explanation. Instead, I'll just give you the clear roles they perfectly set up and then squandered for the original miraculous five:

Ladybug: Battlefield commander

Rena Rouge: Big Picture Strategist (basically Marinette excels at reactive thinking/leading during a battle while Alya excels more at proactive thinking/long-term tactics)

Chat Noir: Peacekeeper/Heart/Hype Man

Carapace: Protector/Stop Button (much like Alya and Marinette, Nino and Adrien should have been two sides of the same coin with Adrien being focused on making everyone happy while Nino focuses on keeping everyone safe)

Queen Bee: Wild Card/Chaos Element (I love a good chaos element who is there to suggest the options that won't occur to people who have been raised to follow the rules.)

I'll also point out that this lineup would show that the characters weren't interchangeable and make the two main couples feel more unique and meant for each other. For example, Nino's tendency to encourage others to stay safe would pair terribly with Marinette's need to not get too caught up in her own thoughts. The second Nino second guesses one of her plans she'd fall apart, so she needs Adrien to be her Chat Noir. Similarly, Alya's impulsivity weakness would make her a terrible match for go, go, go Hype Noir! She needs a partner who makes her take two seconds to second guess herself. There was so much potential here you guys! So much potential! It could have been beautiful! Instead, we got canon...

There you go, my broad love letter to Alya. I could keep going, but you didn't request a specific topic, so I'm just going to end it there. Feel free to ask for more, but please do it in another ask as this is already super long and - out of kindness to my followers- I try to avoid essay after essay on the same post unless they really need to be connected.

[clegfly]

Woo, it’s about time I made one of these… *cracks knuckles*

MORE ABOUT ME!!!!

HIIII!!!! My name is clegfly, or just cleg!!!! I’m an artist/ writer / professional paint drying critic/j. I’m just a silly person doing silly things, don’t mind me. I use they/them pronouns and I am aroace!!!

LIKES

BULLET POINTS BULLET POINTS BULLET POI

Pancakes. All day. All the time. Everywhere, anywhere. Pancakes

That goes for bacon too

JELLYYYYYYYYYY!!!!1!1!1!

Why are these all foods what else do I like uhhhh

Warm. And cosy bed. And fire. And all that stuff

OLD COMPUTER AESTHETIC!!!!!! N64!!! WINDOWS XP!!!! ALL THAT SHIT

Bugs in theory

PLANTS

MUSICAL THEATRE

Graphic novels

Video games… ough my beloveds

Books

Okay now this is too long

Oops

Sorry

JELLYFISH JELLYFISH JELLYFISH

The ocean full stop actually

In theory

CHINCHILLAS

Uh

Yapping

Analysis

IS BREA LIOM GAEILGE!!!1!1!2!!1

Law

History

Drama (as in like. Theatre)

DISLIKES

anything on my DNI >:((((

Bugs in practice

Sport

Exercise

I’m literally hero omori

Commitment

Stress

Internet drama

Anyone who gatekeeps like. Anything.

INTERESTS???

All day every day, baby.

MAINS

OMORI- main interest as apparent by one peek at my blog… The brainrot is immeasurable and everlasting. Send help. It’s been almost four years. I love this game, its characters, story, EVERYTHING so fucking much. I’m like a billion pounds in debt to it also. I will be homeless but at least I will have my big ass heromari collection.

PMMM/ Madoka Magica- my favourite show! Consisting purely of sparkles and sunshine!!!! Why are you crying??? I’m sure not!!!!

DDLC/ Doki Doki Literature Club- another favourite of mine!!! I see a well-written cast of characters I deeply relate to go through extreme horrific horror beyond any of their comprehensions and I’m SOLD!!!

Coraline- the horrors are all consuming, but at least it’s both a visual and extremely well-written treat!!!!

TADC/ the amazing digital circus- won’t lie, watched this show when the pilot dropped and LOVED it, but forgot about it after a while as it didn’t stick with me. Then episode three came out and I’m now reduced to a blubbering mess whose brain is now significantly comprised of two fictional chess pieces. What happened? I don’t know. Send even more help.

LITTLE GUYS THAT HURT MY BRAIN SOMETIMES

Petscop

Fnaf

BATIM/ bendy and the ink machine

BSD

Deltarune

Undertale

Hawaii: Part II

SUBJECT TO CHANGE BECAUSE IM PROBABLY FORGETTING LIKE 20 AND ALSO HAVE LIKE 20 STILL TO DISCOVER

HOBBIES?!2!2!

Ya!!!! :D

Art

The main thing I do on my silly little page!!

…in which the art is mostly unfinished doodles… but that’s okay!!!! We ball anyway

YOU CAN SEND THE CLEG REQUESTS!!!!! ALL DAY ANY DAY UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE!!!! Do not expect premium quality though lmao. (And also nothing related to DNI. Shouldn’t have to say this but. Uh. Yeah)

You cannot yet commission the cleg :(

you can view all of my art via the my art tag on my blog!!!!! most of it should be there :)

Writing

Currently on a writing hiatus and have been for a little while (5 MONRHS WHAT) but… i do!!!! That!!!! Aka I write fan fiction AGH

Mostly. Heromari stuff. Actually all heromari stuff. I think I have one fic that isn’t heromari and it’s one I co-authored I love them your honour…

Yeah

DNI

Bit of a bummer, but I gotta set my boundaries to keep the riff-raff out!! That being said, do NOT interact with my blog whatsoever if you:

Are a shotacon, lolicon, pedo, etc etc etc. (yucky. Yuck yuck yuck. Fuck off)

Are a proshipper

Are homophobic

Are transphobic

Are aphobic/ arophobic (why. Why are you even still here)

Queerphobic in general actually get OUT!!!!

Actively shit on any of my main interests. Like ACTIVELY go out of your way to tell me how bad it is (what. What is the point. Just go)

NSFW is on thin ice but I will likely just block the tag if you post about it so it doesn’t really bother me!!... however PLEASE keep it away from me I am very sex repulsed and WILL block you ON SIGHT!!!

Are racist/ xenophobic

There is likely LOTS more I’m forgetting so I will update this later… also just saying I reserve the right to block ANYONE no matter if you fit into this criteria or not. If I don’t vibe with you I will politely block you and look the other way!!! No theatrics required, I just want to curate my experience and NOT cause needless conflict hsjshshsh…

Anyway with all the negative stuff out of the way… I really hope you enjoy my blog!!! I’m just here to have fun honestly and express my ideas and passions and work on a little page of the internet so!!!! Hope you have fun too!!!! :D

[aut1smkid]

Art Contest!

(Hello everyone! Auzie here! I've came to announce that there will be an art contest held for this book! If you don’t know what to draw, check this out! From now, I will go into detail on the rules and stuff!

Rule 1. NO A.I. ART!!! 

As an artist myself, I fucking hate A.I. art. So if I see ANY of you guys using it, you will be disqualified!

Rule 2. KEEP IT SFW!!! 

Being a minor, I am very uncomfortable with NSFW and fetish material that isn't SFW, so if your art is inappropriate, you will also be disqualified!!!

Rule 3: Getting your art noticed by me!

In order for me to notice your artwork, tag me in the post or notify me either in the comments of this chapter or on my conversations page! 

(If you'd like to participate, ask me in my dms page or in the comments of this post! You can do gijinkas, angst, idc what it is! As long as it's approved by me, I'm okay with it!) 

(Oh yeah! And before you start drawing, below is some important info about the characters that you need to know:) 

-Lisa doesn't know that she's a robot, along with being water resistant and made out of oak tree wood. She's also a writer despite Cobs neglecting her because of that dream.

-Charger Block has Toilet's accent, and knows about MePad's death.

-Lisa created Tama and Charger Block for their parents.

-Bucket and Boba are trans-fem.

-All of the fankids, except for Lisa who is 19 and two other characters that are yet to be released whose ages are unknown, are around the age between 9-16.

-Strawberry has an older sister, Peachy. Peachy can phase through walls, she got it from Bow. Her personality is sassy, polite, caring, forgetful. 

-Lisa takes care of A.D.A.M. and B.R.I.A.N after Cobs' passing, having found them behind the hotel and repairing them. 

-MePhone, MePad, and Lisa are siblings, MePhone and MePad being older than Lisa.

-Ribbon is Butch!

(Now you may be asking, "But what IS the prize?" Well worry not, not only will your fanart be featured on my blog with proper credit, but you'll also receive a free piece of artwork from me as a thanks! Not only that, but you'll receive a custom Tumblr banner from me!) 

(So, get drawing you little rascals!) 

(@microknifeyuri @clarissasbakery @burgycreeper405-blog @panvnsleake I SUMMON THEE!!!!)

(Also, have fun!)

[kikis-writing-world]

Espresso

Or: She needed to come back down to earth

Chrissy Cunningham has tickets to see her favorite pop star perform. It's a concert she'll never, ever forget.

Past Eddie/Chrissy, current female Pop Star!Reader/Rockstar!Eddie

*In the 3rd person, can also be read as an OC

Word Count: 3k

Rating/Warnings: Reader is female presenting and performed Espresso originally by Sabrina Carpenter, and I describe her as moving and posing, but possibly with the aid of dansers? - blank slate otherwise. No Upside Down. Could be read either canon!AU (mid 90s or so as they're adults now) or modern!AU. If I missed anything AU wise or blankslate!reader wise, please let me know kindly <3 I'm only human.

This work is rated PG but this blog is always 18+

A/N: The song got me, what can I say? Somewhere in my head Espresso mixed with Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne and here's what you get. A little fic to whet your appetite. Not edited, not betaed, written in about 1.5 hours while also at work- but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

divider by @saradika-graphics

“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

Chrissy giggled as she sang along to the track floating from the state of the art boombox on her dresser. Her best friends, Cindy and Linda, danced around the bedroom with her, feeling like teens again as they got ready for the concert that evening.

“I can’t get enough of this song,” Linda gushed as she leaned close to the mirror above Chrissy’s vanity. She stopped singing along with the other girls long enough to apply her shiny lip gloss to perfection.

“She’s the best.” Chrissy agreed, turning the volume up even farther, hitting the threshold as the boombox reached max volume.

“Can I borrow this?” Cindy asked, picking up one of Chrissy’s eyeshadow palettes.

“Of course,” Chrissy agreed without thought, only to pause. “Wait- as long as you use that pink,” Chrissy amended, pointing to the neon hue. “Because it’s perfect with your outfit.”

The girls all laughed as they agreed on it being the perfect shade.

“How did you even get these tickets, it’s been sold out for months?” Linda asked, turning away from the mirror, bopping in place to the music.

“Daddy has a client whose son’s fiance got mono on her bachelorette vacation, so they canceled the wedding. They sold her tickets to afford the cancellation fees.” Chrissy explained as she compared two necklaces against her outfit. The girls cringed in sympathy, but the mood was quickly uplifted as they all tuned back into the music, forgetting the unknown couple’s problems. The tornado of excitement and glitter moved through the room until suddenly the girls all stopped what they were doing to sing along in tandem.

“I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

The three faced each other as they sang, sharing the moment as they each performed their hearts out as if they were the one performing on stage tonight. The three danced, twirling their hips and waving their arms the way they did as teens, trying to get all the boys’ attention. Not the three grown adults they were, with homes, partners and responsibilities. It was freeing to feel so young again.

“My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen-

The three all shrieked with laughter as they reached the end of the verse, laughing at each other’s lewd dance moves in camaraderie.

“Oh shit, is that the time?!” Cindy gasped, cutting off the raucous laughter. The other two girls turned to the clock Cindy was staring at, noticing time did indeed fly when you were having this much fun. If they didn’t finish getting ready soon, they would be late and then have a hard time finding a good spot to watch the show from.

“Shit!” Chrissy cursed, barely audible over the blasting music. She jogged over to the boombox, turning it down a few notches to a more reasonable volume.

All three women snapped back to task, perfecting their make-up and concert looks. It wasn’t long before they were running out the door and into Chrissy’s powder blue Beamer. Chrissy hadn’t even backed out of the driveway before Linda had the car stereo blasting the album, right where they had left off in the house. The three women sped down the highway, singing along to the tracks they would soon be hearing live.

Chrissy was sure her perfectly coiffed hair was falling and frizzing up, her carefully applied make-up turned into colourful smudges across her cheeks, the boots styled to match her outfit splattered with dirt and mud - but she couldn’t care less. She was having the time of her life at the concert. The singing was amazing, even better than the album. The dancing, the choreography - the hunky dancers. She was having the best time, dancing and singing along with Cindy and Linda.

“This is AMAZING!” Linda shrieked as the song ended. Chrissy clapped and cheered while Cindy jumped up and down.

“Alright, alright,” the woman on stage spoke, waving off everyone still cheering after the last number she performed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath from the singing and dancing, skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. Her hair hadn’t fallen and her make-up hadn’t budged. Chrissy watched her in awe, quieting her own thrilled cheers to hear what her favorite artist had to say next.

“Oh my god, Indiana, you guys are crazy!” She laughed, waiting for the crowd to die down. Unfortunately, the comment made them cheer in agreement. Chrissy and her friends jumped up and down, cheering along.

The performer on stage dropped the microphone to her side as she laughed again at the crowd’s reaction. She looked off stage and made a little shrugging motion, a smile on her face all the while. Chrissy couldn’t see who she was looking at from her angle - someone on her team, her manager, someone running the equipment; she wasn’t sure. She kept looking between the crowd and the wing of the stage until they quieted enough for her to speak once more.

“See I have a friend,” the singer started, roaming the stage with ease. Her presence filled the large space as the crowd - Chrissy, Linda and Cindy included - took in each word with bated breath. A field full of fans waiting to see what she would say or do next. “A very good friend, you might say.” The singer admitted with a sly smirk.

The crowd exploded - some cheers, some boos of disappointed fans.

“Did you know she was seeing anybody?!” Linda gasped.

“I hadn’t seen anything in The Enquirer!” Cindy shook her head, flailing her hands as if trying to fan herself. “Oh my god, who do you think it is?”

“It could be anyone,” Linda started, only to be interrupted by Chrissy.

“Maybe Leo!” She laughed, joking while all the while loving the idea that her favorite pop star might be dating her favorite hunk of an actor. Linda and Cindy agreed by way of shrieking and jumping with excitement. Chrissy joined in immediately.

“See, my very special friend is from right here in Indiana!” the star continued over the mic, halting the girls’ theorizing. They quieted down, Linda blindly grabbing for Chrissy and Cindy’s hands as she never took her eyes off the stage. No one wanted to miss a hint on who the mystery “friend” was. “He told me that you guys… Well, he doesn’t seem to like his home state very much.” The star fake pouted as the rapt audience booed. She looked off stage, pointing her exaggerated pout that way. 

“Oh my god, is he here? Who is it?” Cindy nearly fell over, trying to lean over far enough to see backstage.

“I can’t see from here!” Chrissy huffed, craning her neck to get a better look. It was no use, they were too far to the same side to see into the wings.

“I know! What a meanie!” The singer laughed joyfully into the microphone. “I tell him he’s a big meanie all the time, but he doesn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

A dull laugh rolled through the crowd and the performer gave it a moment to breathe before continuing with her story. “I think you were all a bit mean to him too once, but maybe one day you’ll forgive each other.” She tutted. The crowd cheered their agreement - anything to make their idol happy. The reaction made the singer beam brightly, glancing over her shoulder yet again.

“This next song… I wrote it for him, and-”

The crowd cheered and awed, interrupting her briefly. She shot a wink offstage before rolling through the crowd’s roar.

“I wrote this for him, and right here in front of everyone he says he hates, I’m dedicating it to him! Let’s show him some love!” She yelled over the mic, the crowd growing louder as it fed off her excitement.

There was a short beat of silence before the opening notes to Espresso started, making the crowd go wild once more as the smash hit song started.

Chrissy, Cindy and Linda all screamed along with the crowd, jumping with excitement despite their sore, aching feet after dancing all night. Chrissy pulled her camera out of her fanny pack, snapping pics as the song started. The singer smiled and danced to the opening notes, waiting for her cue to start singing. The dancers around her grooved along with her, waiting for the choreography to start.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

The trio of women sang along at the top of their lungs, as loud as their already sore throats would allow. Chrissy couldn’t be bothered to care that she likely wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow, it was worth it to sing along.

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya I know I Mountain Dew it for ya That morning coffee, brewed it for ya One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The singer and her group of dancers made their way towards their side of the stage, the crowd around them cheering for her as she approached. The three girls got their cameras ready as they snapped pictures of their favorite singer performing their favorite song just a dozen feet away from them. The male dancers fawned over her as the female dancers backed her up, dancing with her.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The singer moved back across the stage, doing her best to perform to all sides, giving each fan in the crowd a chance to see her and her dancers. She had been doing it the whole show, but the crowd predictably was even more lively for her big, hit single.

All too soon, the song ended with everyone on stage hitting a final pose. The singer was center stage, looking upwards towards the stage lights as the dancers posed around her. Cameras flashed through the people as everyone took their chance to get a decent shot as everyone stood still aside from their heaving chests as they caught their breath.

Chrissy, Linda and Cindy followed suit, cheering and taking pictures between their jumping and flailing. Chrissy was lifting her camera for her fourth or fifth photo of the pose - she lost count - when Linda grabbed her arm and her attention.

“Look!!!” Linda screamed as others in the crowd started reacting too. A tall, lanky figure had emerged from the wing, sauntering proudly towards the singer at center stage. He wore dark coloured jeans and a black t-shirt. His face wasn’t visible past the mop of inky curls when they first caught sight of him, but Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the silhouette. It was too familiar, a memory of her past, but surely it wasn’t-

More people from the crowd started screaming as the man crossed the stage. The singer finally dropped the pose, lowering her eyes to look at the crowd. She was smiling, face flushed from performing, but she soon noticed the crowd looking to the side.

Chrissy heard a man behind her, arguing with his girlfriend, the conversation fading in and out of the ruckus around her. “... -ed Coffin… telling you that’s him… think I know what “Shredder” Ed-…”

The pop star on stage looked surprised to see the man at first, but by the time he pushed through the cluster of back-up dancers around her, she was smiling up at him. The smile was brighter than any she’d given the audience on stage that night, a smile that shone in her eyes in a totally different way than performing on stage made them shine. The pop star started to speak, the microphone still held to her side not picking up any of the words. She didn’t say much before the man interrupted her, cupping the back of her head and dipping down to kiss her.

The crowd cheered through the passionate kiss. The back-up dancers around her reacted with joy and surprise at the public display of affection, some gasping while others applauded or laughed. 

The man pulled the woman to him, holding her like he might be able to absorb her into himself in front of everyone. The singer didn’t fight, but she was obviously caught off guard at first. It barely took a moment for her to drop the microphone, a loud thunking noise booming from the speakers as it clattered to the stage. Her arms wrapped around the man, returning his embrace as she kissed him back. The sound of camera shutters nearly drowned out the voices of the crowd as everyone rushed to take pictures of the pop star and her apparent boyfriend - some to brag to their friends, some to try to sell as the first appearance of the world’s newest celebrity couple.

Chrissy stayed frozen, camera to her side as she watched who she was sure was her high school ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, having a heavy makeout session on stage with her favorite pop star.

“Wait, is that…” Cindy asked, starting to also recognize the man who had yet to turn his face their way. Cindy looked at Chrissy, her frozen reaction being all the answer she needed. Cindy prodded Linda, trying to get her to smarten up to what was happening to their friend.

The couple on stage finally parted, catching their breath as they only had eyes for each other. The pop star looked up at her man like he was the only person in the whole state, let alone in a crowd of hundreds. The man’s hand, covered with large silver rings, cupped her cheek gently. From where she stood, Chrissy could see his thumb caress her cheek. Despite the warm summer day, Chrissy shivered as she felt a ghost of a touch, a memory, across her own cheek.

The man leaned in, speaking directly into the singer’s ear for a few seconds. She let go a second later as he released her, bending down to pick up the microphone that was left abandoned on the stage. The man turned towards the crowd, finally showing his face to the entire audience. Some cheered as they recognized the lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, while others who didn’t listen to heavy music waited for a clue to who the man was.

“Is that Eddie?!” Linda gaped, looking up at the man who was once the boy dating her friend.

He was older now than he was then, obviously. His mop of curls were still present, if possible better cared for. He had inky tattoos up and down his visible arms and some high on his neck, coming out of the collar of his Metallica shirt. He’d grown a short goatee, but the dimple in his cheek was still visible as he addressed the crowd. He looked… Great was probably not a strong enough word for how good Eddie Munson looked.

“Your Ex? Like, Eddie Mu-oof” Linda continued until Cindy elbowed her harshly in the side. Linda finally noticed the pale, frozen expression on Chrissy’s face. “Oh.” She mumbled lamely.

“Who's a freak now, Indiana?” Eddie growled into the microphone, his voice raspier than Chrissy remembered it- age, constant performing and steady smoking had settled into his vocal chords in an appealing way. It reminded Chrissy how he used to sound after a show at The Hideout, voice rough from a night of screaming into the mic. 

Eddie tossed the microphone to a nearby dancer, not bothering to check if the unsuspecting man caught it (he did, barely) as he stuck his tongue out, devil horns atop his head. Just like that, Chrissy could see the boy underneath the age, tattoos and facial hair. The 18 year old who couldn’t promise her the world, but promised everything in his world, only for her to break his heart a year and some months later. Out of everyone there, Chrissy looked up and saw no one but Hawkins’ freak with a heart of gold Eddie Munson, but she realized Shredder Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin didn’t even know she was there. She hadn’t even realized he’d gotten signed, or the band was famous- when had that happened?

Eddie turned, planting another passionate, borderline messy kiss on the pop star's laughing lips. The crowd erupted in another set of cheers, harshly pulling Chrissy back to real life.

Eddie ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the singer’s. The two’s lips were moving through their wide smiles. Chrissy could only imagine the sweet nothings being exchanged. Once upon a time, in a different life, in a quiet trailer park, those sweet nothings had been reserved just for her.

Eddie patted the star on the ass before releasing her from his arms. She laughed as he jogged back to his spot in the wings, hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe the kiss they’d just shared. Eddie didn’t bother to acknowledge the crowd as he left, no wave goodbye or lude gestures. Before he disappeared from view, he turned to blow a kiss in her direction.

Red faced but smiling gleefully, the starlet pretended to catch it, placing it on her cheek. She stared after him even once he was out of view, only remembering herself when the dancer handed her the microphone.

“Oh, um…” She stumbled her words into the mic, giggling bashfully. She lowered the mic and took a deep breath, physically shaking her limbs. “I was expecting that even less than the rest of you.” She joked once she brought the mic back up to her smudged lips. “Let’s, uh… Let’s move on with the show?” She laughed, unsure how else to move forward with the setlist. The crowd cheered their agreement as she nodded to all her dancers and musicians to get ready to start back up.

“Should we leave?” Cindy asked quietly. Linda stared at Chrissy, waiting for her response.

It was definitely a concert she’d never, ever forget.

[nyoomfruits]

✨✨positivity chain! tag some of your favorite creators (artists, gif makers, writers, etc) and say what you love about them. Share with as many people as you’d like✨✨

this is so cute!!!!!!!!!!

okay first of all i'm a little biased because he's litterally my best friend BUT @ellusionist 's fics are like. my whole entire world like they are SO GOOD. the ideas are so original and the world building is always so real and fun and THE SIDE CHARACTERS. i would die for kooka fr

MORE WRITERS WHOSE WRITING I WOULD LOVE TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST @wanderingblindly @ipleadbritney @ocontraire @fueledbyremembering @alphatinies

tumblr user @mecachrome singlehandedly keeps this fandom afloat with their fics and art lbr SPEAKING OF ART i will devour anything @roosterhouse or @kichona-s posts like. literally perfection

@inchidentally for literally having the most insightful deep dives into lando and oscar and their dynamic ever and finally @jennarations for literally just being the sweetest little cupcake i have ever met in my entire life

i'm forgetting so many truly great people but these r some of my fave people/blogs ever and i'm so happy i get to share this little corner of fandom with them <3

[fellthemarvelous]

The Giggle is a true work of art

It's a love letter to humanity, but everyone has to be willing to listen for it to work.

I love this gif. Think about it. The MCU has a LARGE audience base and Tony Stark is the face of the MCU and is one of the richest men alive. It is no accident that UNIT looks like a tower that was erected by a a white male American narcissist who sacrificed his life to save the entire universe. Love him or hate him, Tony Stark gets your attention. And so does Iron Man. And so do the other Avengers. You know who else has a tower? Batman. (Right?). He's DC. Some people like both. I don't know enough about the DC characters.

And think about RDJ who is trying to step away from the Tony Stark image. It's a character he loved, a character that changed his life after he got out of prison, and he will always love Tony Stark, but he and Tony Stark are not the same person.

https://www.thestreet.com/media/vintage-video-of-robert-downey-jr-visiting-wall-street-resurfaces-goes-viral

Robert Downey Jr told us what was up in the 1990s.

This is meant to connect to the people who love superheroes and superhero movies. To see that Robert Downey Jr is the way he is because he's seen the ugly side of humanity and he has always told us what he really thinks. People look up to him.

This is meant to catch their eye, to say THIS IS WHAT WE ARE DOING. Please listen to our message.

Nerd culture is beautiful art.

And if you don't spend your time asking yourself how often Neil Patrick Harris is bullshitting us because I refuse to believe that he had never heard of Doctor Who before joining the cast. I think he just threw 100% of his "please" attitude into Barney Stinson.

Remember when Neil Patrick Harris played Doogie Howser, MD? The 14 year old Doctor?

Oh, he was a Doctor too! So let's not forget this other cult classic Doctor character he played. If you haven't seen Doctor Horrible and His Sing-along Blog you are missing out.

He was once listed as one of Times' 100 Most Influential People in 2010.

He's charismatic and is openly affectionate with his husband and their children.

Love him or hate him, he has a large fanbase. And he is an AMAZING actor. And a really good magician too.

And they used his skills as a magician on Doctor Who, took us to Soho in 1925, and the Good Omens fandom arose from our slumber severe hyperfixation and meticulous meta analysis to dig into a fandom where David Tennant is the most popular incarnation of a particular character, so we are already doing nonstop detective work.

The Good Omens fandom LOVES David Tennant. He is our favorite rebellious demon.

He played the MCU's most terrifying villain (there is not one single MCU villain that has ever terrified me as much as Kilgrave because that fucker uses his powers of mind control to force Jessica Jones into being in a relationship with him...among other things). As a character though, he was fucking fascinating despite the fact we have met so many men who act just like him, and we hate all of them.

Side note: When I typed "Doogie Howzer" into the gif search, this is the most popular image that came up. I consistently get Howser and Howzer confused.

Now I've got the attention of the Star Wars fandom! Howzer rocks.

You know who else appeared on a Star Wars show (again) this year?

This entire episode was crafted in a way that it formed as many connections as it could with other fandoms.

And not just that. It made sure to include as much representation as possible. Was it perfect? No, but the point is that Doctor Who is telling the world that it is moving on. It is ready to grow and it is ready to be a mainstream voice for everyone whose existence is being threatened by unjust laws.

The new Doctor defied expectations. This Doctor is a breath of fresh air, and a reminder that we will all be okay, but change is inevitable and this sci-fi show about an alien who is either 2,000 or 4,000,000,005 years old. I can't keep up anymore. It doesn't matter because he's a Doctor free from the confines of societal expectations.

Nerd culture is vast, and I know I've left out fandoms because I don't really have all day nor do I know all the fandoms, so I'm just giving you a taste of what I do love.

This episode is meant to be for everyone who needs a place to call home.

And the old Doctor finally gets to retire to make way for the new Doctor.

And as a reward for longtime fans, the retired Doctor has found a place to call home on Earth with his best friend. David Tennant will always be Doctor Who because the old Doctor was allowed to live.

And for the Staged fandom, you know what that means, Michael?

[hattiestgal]

Biggest art inspirations and was there anything in particular that made you interested in fatfur stuff?

Oh gosh, biggest inspirations.... my brother is absolutely one of em! His work has always been fantastic, and it pushes me to improve, plus he's who introduced me to the furry scene in the first place! I am ABSOLUTELY influenced by the general sort of "anime-y" style, having grown up with a lot of miyazaki films (and Naruto, can't forget Naruto). Adding on to that, theres things like The Bad Guys movie, which in itself has an art style heavily inspired by Lupin III, ehehe. Gosh, plus there's a myriad of wonderfully talented friends whose art never fails to get me to strive to improve!

As for how I found my way into the fatfur scene, I guess I've just always been a sucker for bigger body types? Like- I grew up surrounded by fat and chubby folks my entire life, and it was never really treated as something you should feel ashamed about. In fact, these were folks who were confident and happy about who they were! It was a while later when I was really getting into the furry scene again that I sorta just found myself gravitating towards those shapes, y'know? Eventually, I ended up following a really fantastic artist (Corantus, who also inspires me!) that led me to a blog focusing on fat positivity, fatfur art, and a lovely collection of kink content, Elliegoose! From there, well, it was pretty much over for me, ehehe. I discovered Feybeasts (who REALLY got this ball rolling), and I sorta just found myself sinking deeper and deeper into this circle of lovely folks...

[purpdrawsthings]

Just discovered your art thanks Astro reblog and OH MY GOD!

Its fantastic ! Like...god. it's so good that while writing I can't find right words

But as for qeustions. Do you have Smg4 cos? If yes then what is their lore? Maybe some trivia about them?

And have a nice day!

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Hihi there! So happy to see new ppl come over to this silly blog teehee =3 💜

Sorry for the late response! I did finish this a while ago but I was very busy so I apologize for that-

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Anyways, thanks for the compliment and as for the ask.. I do have OCS!.. Three of them!!

GSP, Aspen and Cinnamon Toast! You can find them in these tags ^^

#SMG4 GSP

#SMG4 Aspen

#SMG4 Cinnamon Toast

As for lore, I do have them!

GSP is a system that is used to protect/guard another world before coming to the SMG4 world. Unfortunately a certain slip up caused the world to be destroyed and GSP to hesitantly leave the world because of his job. He now lives in the SMG4 world and doesnt remember much of what happened before he came there, it became all blurry to him. Which is a relief for him but unfortunately for him, he'll be remembering those back soon ;)

Aspen is a hitman/assistant helping Mr Puzzles in the ▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. They also, like GSP, aren't from the SMG4 world. Unlike GSP who was made from the computer to help fend off threats to worlds, their purpose or even cause of existence is unknown. Though it is quite weird that after the death of GSP's world Aspen would be found right in the SMG4 world too. Could they be both connected? Who knows!

Cinnamon Toast or commonly referred to as Toast is a deer hybrid or something that works as a postman. Unlike the other two she IS from the SMG4 world! She was born in a forest nearby the city without any parents. She never did get hit with that meme wave thing that happened when SMG4 first arrived so she has her sanity normal. After 4-5 years of living in the forest and somehow staying clear of any threats, she soon found a cafe that had a girl in the front giving cinnamon toast samples. As she approached her she snatched one of the toasts and quickly fell in love with the toasts. The girl also pitied the creature and so adopted her! She used to work in the cafe but now works as a postman. Although she has her own place to stay she comes to the cafe daily to check on the girl.

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And nowww time for the facts!

All three versions of GSP [canon, RTV and possessed] do not have any of their backstories changed! This means that all three of them experienced the same exact events before their arrival in the SMG4 world.

This ALSO means shared trauma!!! =DDD

Since GSP is a system whose purpose is to protect the world they reside in, doesn't that mean there's other like him too?

You're absolutely correct!

There are hundreds or possibly even thousands of different GSP's out there that are probably doing the same thing! [They're lucky that most haven't experienced what GSP did] they all have their own different personalities and looks but all have the same purpose!

Only GSP knows this. But he does sometimes forget about it.

GSP and Toast secretly love each other!

The day they first saw each other, they just couldn't help but feel a certain romantic feeling happening from inside them 💜

GSP finds Toast cute but her gullible attitude and kindness just reminds him of something. While Toast admires him for what he does! Though before an event that happens in the AU [aka Purps Crew AU] they keep it both to themselves. GSP is well, shy and is quite terrible at confessions. Though another key reason is because of guilt and fear. Toast just admires him and views him as someone who's above her! So she's very shy about it.

Dw though they get together later down the line after that event teehee 💜

Oh and their ship name would be Startoast.

GSP is the first SMG4 oc I made! He was supposed to be a villain or smth like SMG3 but I eventually scrapped that.

While GSP has trauma ✨ and Aspen has a pretty dark past, Toast is one of the few OCS I have that I hesitantly didn't give trauma to!

She's VERY lucky.. /silly

GSP hates being in his star form. For good reason!

Aspen is enjoys seeing their victims plead or beg. They have no mercy whatsoever!

They won't hesitate to murder someone, or anybody for that matter!.. But the only person they'll never murder is Puzzles because he saved them sidhdidhidhs.

These two DO have history between each other! And both hate each other with a passion 💜

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Andddd that's about all! Hope you enjoyed my yapping and horrible explanation.

Yeetus 💜

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[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - PT.2 (FLUFF VER)

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: I've decided to give in and give Maliksi and u guys some comfort hehe~ So my Rough around the Edges series will have 2 versions. The angst version (the earlier versions), and fluff version. Go ahead and pick your poison guys.

Part 1 here. Updated MASTERLIST.

((headcanon ko na Maliksi's voice sounds like Tsukishima Kei's from Haikyuu. salty and sarcastic kings))

You lay restless on your bed, staring at the ceiling with your mind wandering off elsewhere. In a few hours, that door will swing open and Makisig will come in to help you go back to the human world.

Makisig already explained the necessary steps and how the process will be safe and painless, and that you won't have a single memory or recollection of being in the Lost City and of them- both him, and his younger brother....Maliksi.

You have secretly hoped to atleast properly say goodbye to Maliksi, yet he's still locked up in his room for the past two hours, sulking like a toddler denied of a trip to the ice cream shop.

That is why you almost fell down your bed in surprise when the door violently swung open, revealing Maliksi whose face is all scrunched up in annoyance, brows furrowed, his expression clearly a frown.

You softly chuckled before sitting up at the edge of your bed. "Came to say goodbye? You know I can list down the kutsinta recipe so you can make it even when I'm gone."

"Shut up! It's not like it's the best kutsinta ever!"

It definitely is.

"C'mon! I saw you stuffing your face with 3 kutsintas at the same time the other day." You burst out giggling at the memory of Maliksi, devouring kutsinta, not knowing you and his kuya Makisig can see him with his round cheeks, eating like a man who's served a hot meal after being starved for days.

"Psh. That's not true!" Maliksi denied it while rolling his eyes.

There was dead silence between the two of you for a few minutes before he speaks.

"Would you mind if I'll be the one to send you off instead of Kuya?" He softly said, his voice not any louder than whisper yet his tone sounded genuine- caring, even.

You smiled before you shook your head. "I wouldn't mind."

Maliksi slowly walked towards you before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. You can feel your cheeks slowly heating up from how close you are sitting with him.

For the duration of your stay at the Lost City, there are only very few instances that Maliksi allowed himself to be this close with anyone. Infact, the only thing you can remember is that time when you got lost while taking a stroll around Biringan.

"C'mon, stop crying. I found you."

His words still rang through your mind. The way he tried holding in his chuckles as he helped wipe away your tears with the sleeves of his shirt.

Those words.

Those damned words.

Those were your last straw before you were able to get it through your thick skull that you were indeed falling in love for him. You smiled bitterly knowing that you'll be forgetting about all of it soon.

You'll forget about his golden eyes that he probably rolls way too many time each day whenever he hears something stupid, yet it's the same eyes that lights up whenever he sees his beloved kuya,

You'll forget about that voice of his that usually spouts sarcastic clapbacks which gets him into fights most of the time with the other binibinis.

And that cute mole on his cheek. Hell, you badly wanted to touch it yet you knew it will be one weird request before going back to the human world so you bit your tongue in an attempt to not mention it.

"So, Kuya already told you the process, right-"

"He told me that it's simple and that it won't hurt and I wouldn't...remember a thing." You replied as you tilted your head in confusion. "Wait...Isn't it just you waving a finger and poof! I'm magically back at the human world?"

Maliksi raised his brow before looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N. I'm a tamawo, not a wizard."

"Oh. How do you guys do it then?"

"I have to kiss you. On the lips. For atleast 15 seconds."

Kiss? Did you just heard him right? A kiss on the lips?! For 15 freakin' seconds.

"You're not joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He grumbled in his usual mocking tone.

Maliksi sighed before slowly inching his face closer into yours while looking into your eyes. "You can still change your mind and just stay."

Stay?

Stay and live your life swallowing your growing feelings for him because you knew it was something he is just not made for. You can feel that same numbing ache in your chest, knowing your feelings will be better off erased and forgotten.

Isn't that just sad?

"I can't, Maliksi."

Maliksi took a few seconds examining your face as he nods. His expression and gaze softens while his hands gently reached out to brush your hair away and tuck some loose strands behind your ear.

"Then I guess this is it, huh?"

"This is it." You swallowed the lump on your throat as you smiled. "It was lovely meeting you, Maliksi."

"Likewise, Y/n. Now- please close your eyes for me, pretty."

You sighed at his words. Damn. He is cruel. He's really torturing you at this point, suddenly sounding all sweet and gentle at this moment when you're about to leave. He even sounded like his Kuya when he's being a proper tamawo and giving attention to the binibinis.

You gave him a small smile for one last time before closing your eyes.

Maliksi cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you slowly and tenderly.

One

Two

Three

It was perfect.

You can feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest as you can't help but move your lips against his, slowly enjoying the bittersweet moment.

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Maliksi slowly pulled away, pressing his forehead into yours.

"That...was not fifteen seconds." You slowly whispered, your voice a little hoarse, and your breathing a little too ragged for your liking.

"Oh, is it not? My apologies. Suddenly I'm bad at counting." Maliksi said innocently, yet you can clearly hear the soft chuckle he's trying to hold before he leans in to kiss you again.

Your eyes widen and it took you a few seconds to finally kiss him back once again. The kiss started slow before building up to a more needy pace.

This was definitely unexpected but you are not one to complain, not thinking much about it since you already kept the thought that you'll be forgetting about this at the back of your mind. What's the harm in enjoying these final moments with Maliksi, right?

Maliksi smirked as he pulled away before the kiss lasts for fifteen seconds.

"Maliksi!" You grumbled underneath your breath.

"What? That's not 15 seconds? Dang. Maybe I should study my numbers once again."

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing into yours once more, his free hand gently pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/n, please stay?"

((I SAY WE DESURV FLUFFFFFF))

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

[whoopsyeahokay]

Who are the authors (published or not) that inspire you/influenced your writing style?

dearest Nonny, i have to admit i'm not much of a reader. it takes a lot to pull me in. though i do love Kurt Vonnegut. so much. still, i'm not sure his style influenced mine? for me, it's not so much the writing as it is me trying to create an image. i'm heavily influenced by music and visuals.

that being said, there are a few authors who've influenced my desire to be a writer and to continue honing the craft.

it started with @kuriquinn, whose style i always admired and still do although we haven't been in the same fandoms for awhile 😆 between us, she's a natural writer. i took a lot of time to develop the same confidence i find she has in her writing. and omg, can she write. she knows how to hook you (on mysteries in a specific fandom i shan't name but i know you know what i'm talking about...) and keep you all-the-way submerged in a story. you'll forget where you are when you come out the other side, lemme tell you ❤️

then, of course, there's @halehathnofury who brought me back into writing after a long spell of not touching a keyboard. dear God, her stories are amazing. you will laugh, you will cry, you will shout at the screen, and then laugh until you pee all over again. there is nothing this brilliant woman can't write. her plotlines are insane and she definitely inspired me to stop talking about my desire to write multichapter fic and to just do the thing. she's the reason i found myself wandering the Teen Wolf fandom without a compass. still haven't watched a single episode, her fics are canon. there will never be a day i don't praise and adore her abilities ❤️

and there's @linane-art (it's Mari, babes, just in case you don't know i started, yes, another blog 😅). i don't even know where to begin. she writes like poetry. like art. she also makes incredible art and if you're in the Hobbit fandom, you knoooow. she taught me a lot, especially how to be less critical of my writing and how to go with the flow of the story. how to express things without needing several paragraphs to describe a room when the room itself isn't what matters to the scene. she taught me how to be kinder to myself while also being realistic about my intentions with telling a story (i promise, i will revisit Harlequin!Kee, i have not abandoned him 🙈). she has my endless appreciation ❤️

all three of these beautiful people taught me a lot. sometimes the same lessons and often new ones (it takes me many examples before i'm able to grasp a point 🫠). they're all very different writers, and also the best ones across any platform and i say that with chest.

without them, i'm not sure i'd even be here 😭

thank you so much for the question, Nonny! i love any opportunity to gush about these things 😘

big love ~ 💐