#(sorry about the dms being closed thing i just kept getting messaged from folks i didnt know)

[applestruda]

Hello Bee Applestruda! Your messages are closed so I hope sending you this via askbox is ok! I'm currently working on an exhibition pitch for a show of mcyt fanart, and would like to feature a piece of yours! This is the art of yours I would like to feature: https://wasyago.tumblr.com/post/684419748945149952/no-more-happy-endings Are you ok with this specific piece being a part of the pitch? If you would like to be featured but with a different one instead that's also an option. To be very clear, this is just for the pitch to the gallery, there is no grantee it will be approved and turned into a real exhibition. Being included in the pitch does not mean you are also automatically to be in the exhibition if it is approved. In the case that it is approved, I will of course be contact you again with more details. If there's any other details you'd like to know, please let me know :) - @concorp

OH! Yeah sure go right ahead im cool with most any of my art being featured if this does end up happening! I appreciate the ask :D

[playerfolie]

°✧。 [ MARGARET  QUALLEY ,  CIS  WOMAN ,  SHE/HER ]   it’s  been  two  years  since  FOLIE  joined  velia  from  NEW  ORLEANS ,  LOUISIANA ,  USA .  apparently  their  name  is  MAEVE  FOURNIER  and  they’re  a  ROGUE .  they  have  been  fighting  as  a  REVENANTS  member  for  a  while  now .  didn’t  people  say  they  were  not  a  beta  tester ?  i  heard  they  turned  TWENTY - ONE  this  year .  let’s  hope  they  make  it  out  alive . 

          hey  there  demons !  it’s  me ,  ya  boy  ( aka  spence  /  20  /  they/them ) .  i  was  in  velia  very  briefly  a  little  while  back  but  had  to  dip  because  of  school  ( + i  am  recycling  this  account  so  that’s  why  there  may  be  old  messages  from  me  in  ur  dms  asfvad ) ,  but  i  have  now  finished  finals  and  i  am  back  to  introduce  you  to  my  new  baby  maeve / folie !  if  you’d  like  to  plot  with  her ,  feel  free  to  drop  a  ♡  on  this  and  i’ll  shoot  you  a  message  ( or  shoot  me  one  yourself  if  you  wanna ) !  this  is  probably  gonna  be  the  longest  intro  ever  because  i  ramble ,  so  sorry  in  advance ,  but  here  we  go !

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

            ♡     username : folie             ♡     level : 64             ♡     class : rogue             ♡     cursor : green  ( has  been  orange  in  the  past )             ♡     guild : revenants ,  previously  knights  of  the  blood  oath.             ♡     position : recruiter             ♡     mount : n/a             ♡     pet : rabbit  named  cecil             ♡     mastered  skills : stealth ,  communication ,  searching             ♡     proficient  skills : luck ,  appraisal             ♡     languages spoken : english ,  french

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐋����𝐀

            ♡     maeve fournier was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and ballet slippers on her feet. her mother was a lawyer, one of the best defense attorneys in the south. her father came from old money, took complete ownership of a number of oil rigs off the louisiana and mississippi coasts after her grandfather died. her early life came with privileges, more than one could count, but it had its share of burdens as well. from the time she was toddling, maeve was expected to live her life like a painting ─ something to be viewed, showed off, bragged about by her parents to their wealthy friends. she was to have her mother’s smarts and grace, and her father’s power and charisma ; anything else was failure.             ♡     of the many things maeve had handed to her, video games was not one of them. her mother was convinced that they would ‘ rot her brain ’, take her time away from the things that mattered like school, dance, french lessons, her violin. the first time she played a game was when she was seven years old, sleeping over at a friends house ─ pokemon white on an old nintendo ds that belonged to her friend’s father. she fell in love.              ♡     as she got older, video games became her best kept secret. weekly sleepovers at her friend’s house became a sneaky rendezvous to escape into a digital world for just a couple of days. one day a week to get away from the constant pressure, to be a person rather than a spectacle.             ♡     when her and her best friend heard of velia, they knew they absolutely had to have it. the pair were freshman in college by then, and although maeve still lived very much under her parents’ thumb ( loyola university new orleans was close enough for them to keep close tabs on her ), it was much easier to get video games in her own hands now that she was living slightly more independently. the two bought the game the second they could, and were off to the races. until they got stuck.

𝐈𝐍  𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀

          ♡     when everyone first became trapped in the game, maeve and her best friend kept close to one another, but were hesitant to partner up with any other players or join a guild. the two had each others backs, and they were convinced that that was all they needed. that sentiment would later prove to be false. ( TW : ROBBERY, MUGGING, DEATH ). the pair were ambushed a few months into the game ; a party of five players threatening their lives if they failed to hand over their possessions. maeve, aware that the group was too big to be fought off by her and her friend alone, began to concede. instead of following suit, the other girl tried to take one of them on, and ended up catching quite the beating. maeve managed to get in a few good hits, finish the work that her friend had started on one of the group members, killing him. they dropped all they had for the remaining four and high-tailed it out before they got themselves killed.           ♡     after that, maeve went near crazy. it was ironic, how much freedom she found in a digital prison, but living in velia was the first and closest thing to liberation that she had ever experienced. chaos was unfamiliar to her, fascinating, she even relished in it at times. but it also became to clear to her that in this world, you had to do what it took to survive, and doe eyes don’t last long. she never went out of her way to hurt other players if she didn’t have to, but strayed away from heroics. slowly, the reserved, polite, sweetheart that maeve was trained to be from birth slipped away. folie was unapologetic and fierce, and she’d steel you blind if you looked away for more than a second. two things mattered to her: surviving until the end of this, and her best friend. little did she know that she’d lose the latter.           ♡     after getting robbed, and a couple of other close calls with less than savory players, folie admitted to her friend that she thought they should try to join a guild. there was safety in numbers and, with the right group, a significantly less amount of fear with going to sleep every night. her friend disagreed, thought that a group would only make you weak, that trusting other players was a huge mistake. the whole ordeal ended in an enormous fight, but no real answers. for the most part, folie got by through thievery, stealing everything she needed for herself and selling the excess. a week or so after her fight with her friend, folie was caught stealing from a couple of blood oath members, marking the beginning of a friendship that would later lead to her joining the guild. her friend stopped speaking to her after that.            ♡     she was never a fan of blood oath’s heroics, but they were the biggest guild, the most powerful - her ticket home. so that day, when hercules stepped forward, announced the genesis of a new guild, rising from the ashes of the cardinals, it sounded awfully tempting. though folie had found a place in blood oath, gotten comfortable, she couldn’t help but feel disarmed by that same fact. she wasn’t supposed to be getting comfortable ; she was supposed to be beating this game. the revenants new found mission statement of getting out no matter the cost drew her in and captured her. it didn’t take much thought for her to step forward, abandoning her old guild for the revenants.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

            ♡     despite the fact that folie lost a lot of the qualities programed into her when she was younger, she’s not unnecessarily mean. that being said, if you’re expecting the saccharine-voiced angel from before you’re looking in the wrong place ( but she’ll sure as hell put on a good show if it’ll get her something she wants ).             ♡     a little snarky, usually jokingly so, but if you make her mad she will turn into frozone’s wife from the incredibles and you will never see the end of it.             ♡     not quick to trust. if you’ve earned it though, you’re likely to see some of the old maeve slip through the cracks. those who have had the privilege may have been on the receiving end of some misplaced altruism, maybe caught a shy smile or a soft moment, call backs to who she used to be and who she likely never completely be again. but she doesn’t talk about her life back home much either, aside from the arbitrary, another way of keeping that old version of herself, the one that couldn’t survive this, locked away.             ♡     *mushu voice* a flirt ! she’ll flirt with your whole family ! she’ll flirt with you ! she’ll flirt with your cow ! i wish i could stop her but i can’t ! she’s never experienced this kind of freedom before, who could blame her for being a heaux ?             ♡     still has sticky fingers, watch your shit around her if you want to keep it !              ♡     probably other things i’m forgetting but i am currently brain dead.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

            ♡     other revenants members      ›      i mean duh,, gotta have those guild connections ! pals ? playful rivalry ? maybe even a little bit of mutual dislike ? gimme it all !             ♡     her old best friend      ›      probably gonna put a wc on the main for this but PLEASE bring me her ex friend who stopped speaking to her when she joined the knights of the blood oath. i will SCREAM !!             ♡     old folks from blood oath      ›      people who she’s still friends with ? people she never got along with ? people angry that she left for the revenants ( esp if they were close before bc i love pain ) ? maybe even an ex ? *sharpay evans voice* i want it all !             ♡     flirtationships & fwb      ›      like i said, she will flirt with a brick wall and she is living her best life as a heaux in velia asdadfvdf. let her be spici !!! ( lil notes : she’s bi + i’m chill w nsfw headcanons but i’m not super comfy writing smut in threads )             ♡     frenemies / enemies      ›      let ! her ! be ! bitter ! that’s really it we can plot out why together i just love some good old fashioned hostility ( bonus points if there’s some underlying ~tension~ *eyebrow wiggle* )             ♡     an unlikely friendship      ›      maybe someone who is more reserved who she can bring out a little chaos in or who can balance out the chaos in her ? maybe someone who has done something that she should hate them for, but instead they grew close ? a fun dynamic with characters who no one would ever guess would be as good of friends as they are             ♡     anything else !!      ›      if you have other ideas for fun connections please shoot them my way !! or we can brainstorm if ya want !!

[flowerboymoongirl]

What are the odds? 1.

Paring: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally adds you to his friends list, and when you hit him up about about it you think that’s gonna be the end of that. Simple. But Tom does the complete opposite. Let the social media flirting begin.

Warnings: nothing really, some cursing, mention of alcohol. Friends being annoying and making you do the right thing.

Word count: 1343

A/N: this chapter came to me really fast, I’m hoping future chapters come just as fast. Tom should be in every chapter after this one, which I have so many ideas for. Excited to write them out ☺️☺️

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“You’re full of shit”

“I’m not, I’m really not.” you say with a shrill laugh. You were in the passenger seat of your best friend Kevin’s car on your way home from getting takeout for the rest of your roommates when you told him you were added to someone’s close friends list. At this point he seemed to believe you didn’t know how Instagram worked, or you were losing it. I mean, you weren’t saying it was just anybody. You were saying it was the dude who played spiderman.

“I’m telling you girl, anyone can see those posts, but you can pretend like he’s sending them to you if it makes you feel some type of way. I know you get lonely.” Kevin jokes. You slap him as you shove your phone near his face with the story open.

“NOT when it says close friends in green at the top Kevin! Not everyone can see it if it says that. Look on your phone I swear to you.”

He takes a quick glance of you opening his phone to show him but rolls his eyes when you start typing up the Instagram handle.

“Let me park in peace and then I’ll humor you, alright?” He says as he pulls into the underground parking for your apartment. He grabs his phone while you grab the takeout bags and you both hop out of the Civic and make your way to the elevator, both phones in hand and on Toms Instagram page.

“What am I looking for then?”

“Click his story, what do you see?”

“Uhh, he’s posted a press promo thing for a movie and then he posted fan art. Very thrilling.”

You push the button for the 16th floor with a smirk of your face.

“You can’t see what else he posted. He posted before that of him at some club with a group of guys and them doing shots later that night.”

Kevin looks between both phones while you click back and forth on both phones to show the difference in the stories. Your phone is showing Tom Holland partying till 2am with his friends, Kevin’s phone told him to buy his new movie on dvd. You both walk out of the elevator and he laughs while you try to keep up on his way to the door.

“How did you manage to weasel your way onto his friends list? Didn’t know you could hack something like that.”

“Hey!” you yelled with a fake pout “don’t be jealous that I am obviously a close friend to Spiderman and you aren’t.”

“Yeah yeah, well since you’re such a close friend would you mind asking him for Zendayas number? I think I’m ready to level up, I’m tired of being the gay friend to all you boring regular folk, time for me to be the gay friend for someone with clout.” He says while he opens the door and you run in, rolling your eyes and shaking your head with a smile. You place the food on the counter and being to unbag it when you hear a familiar voice.

“We are not worthy of you Kevin!” You hear Zoë playfully yell from the living room.

“That’s accurate. Foods here y’all, and not just for close friends, you all can have some.” He tells your roommates Zoë and Theo with a smile.

“What are you going on about?” Theo asks. “Feel like I’m not in on the joke.”

“Well, y/n over here has made it to the ‘close friends’ list for Tom Holland on Instagram. It’s real. She showed me a video of him downing a double shot of Don Julio like a champ.” Kevin says with a laugh while makes himself a plate. Both Zoë and Theo look at one another with confused looks, look at your phone with the evidence, and then look back to you. They don’t need to verbalize a question because you already know what it is. What are you talking about right now y/n?

“I guess he accidentally added me of all people to the list so now I’m seeing his more private Instagram stories. I noticed it a few days ago but I needed two full days to process it and then another two days to tell Kevin because I knew he was gonna be bitchy about it.”

“Language!” Kevin yells. Theo shoots a shocked look at you and throws his hands in the air. He’s got a good idea. Or he thinks he does.

“You could screen record it and like send it to Daily Mail or something and make some coin off of it! And then share a bit of the money with me because I am, so poor.” He says with a sigh.

“No way, that’s totally grimey. I’d never do that, it’s just mean. Sorry Theo, but I guess we’ll stay poor together.” You say while he sits next to you, head in his hands. You can’t help but smile at the scene, Kevin seems to just think it’s funny, while Theo wants to profit off of a poor guys mistake, and Zoë seems to be mulling it over. Zoë is the most credible so if you’re gonna listen to anyone, it’s gonna be her.

“Have you written to him about it? Let him know you’re seeing the stories?” She asks.

“Nah, I was hoping if he caught on he would just quietly remove me but I was also hoping he wouldn’t notice at all. I mean, I probably should tell him? But like how awkward, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like hey I know you didn’t mean to add me on the list because I’m a nobody, but please don’t take me off Mr. Spiderman.” Kevin teases. You give him the finger and he acts in fake shock, a giggle and a hand to his heart. Zoë begins to eat at her food while still looking at you.

“You should say something. But casual. Just a hey, I’m on here but I’m not sure we know each other. That way if he does notice in the future it doesn’t get awkward and he wants to throw an NDA on you for the things you’ve seen.” She says.

“If he says NDA tell him you need COIN Y/N!” Theo pleads again. You laugh and tousle Theos hair. All three of them are looking at you and now you feel like you have to answer them. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe you should have kept it to yourself and lived in this imaginary world where it looked like Tom Holland was sending you private Instagram stories on purpose. It was a good world to live in.

“Look.” You say while you sit up and try to act like an adult infront of your friends. It’s probably not working.

“If he hasn’t noticed by now and he posts more stuff then I’ll hit him up about it. If he even sees my message. I’ll do it casually, like you said. But if he only posts like once every couple weeks then what’s the harm?”

“That’s probably worse because then that means he’s super private.” You slap Theo and he puts an arm up as a shield to protect him from a further attack.

Kevin and Zoë laugh while you slump back in your chair and throw your arms in defeat.

“Alright! I’ll tell him. I’ll slide in the DMs and let him know I’m thankful for the close friend opportunity but not sure I’m qualified for the task. But not today though. Let me bask in this for a bit longer.”

Your friends laugh while you all start to eat dinner and chat about work and current events in your little group while you refresh Instagram and take a bite from your beef and broccoli. Toms posted something on his Instagram story. You put your phone face down and decide to look it at later. Tom Holland is gonna make this harder than you thought, you start to think.

Ha, you had no idea.