#OM Notebook

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havent made object mayhem fanart in a good while now

(yes i drew them based on 2000s scene drawings)

[gameboy-berry]

A new(but old) addition. The book smart pose population is thriving

[immortalsins]

first freehand machine embroidery in over a year lmao | 31/08/23

[haresvoid]

It is silently questioning why others are wishing to be choked....

[alotofpockets]

A piece of home | Kerstin Casparij x Dutch!Reader

Where you're studying in Manchester and find a piece of home in Kerstin.

(Dutch / -English translation-) & @totaly-obsessed thank you for proofreading!

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As you settle in one of your favourite coffee shops, you put on your headphones and get your books and notes out of your bag. You had a big exam coming up, and you were planning on spending the morning here studying for it. 

A soft tap on your shoulder is what interrupts your deep focus. You turn, and are met with the hopeful gaze of a girl. Adjusting one side of your noise-cancelling headphones you acknowledge her presence. “Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could sit here.” She points to the seat opposed to you. “The rest of the place is packed.” Glancing around, you realise for the first time how busy it had gotten since you had sat down about an hour ago.

“Sure, take a seat.” You smile softly at her, and move some of your books to the side. She places her coffee order on the table, “Thank you, and I promise I won’t distract you again.” You chuckle and shake your head, “You’re fine, don’t worry.” 

With your headphones back on, you block out the noise in the shop again, and focus back on your notes. The girl in front of you had opened up her laptop, and was intensely watching the screen, and taking notes from time to time. A part of you wondered what you were doing, but she was just a stranger that wanted to sit down in the last empty seat in the coffee shop, and you were just the kind stranger that allowed her to. So, you push the thought to the back of your mind, and flip the page of your notebook to continue reading your notes. 

The soft buzzing of your phone on the table is the next cause of your focus leaving your school work. Flipping the phone, you smiled at the name that popped up on your screen. Your little sister pulling a silly face covers your screen as you pick up the facetime call. “Hey kleintje.” -Hey little one.- You say with a big smile on your face, “Ik ben aan het leren in een café dus ik kan niet lang bellen, maar hoe was school?” -I’m studying in a coffee shop, so I can’t call long, but how was school?-  Since you moved to Manchester to study abroad, you have called with her every single day. Your mom had been nervous to have another kid so long after she had you at eighteen. The age difference between you and your sister was twelve years, but she was your little best friend from day one. You listen to your sister tell you about her day, before you hang up the phone again, with the promise to call her for longer later that day. 

You look up to find the girl in front of you looking at you. She blushes when she realises you caught her looking. “Sorry, ik probeerde niet te luisteren, maar het is goed om Nederlands te horen tussen al deze Engelse mensen.” -Sorry, i didn’t mean to listen, but it’s so good to hear Dutch amongst all these English people.- You hadn’t expected her to start talking in Dutch and were taken back slightly, before your smile grew. “Zeg dat wel, wat toevallig dat je nou net bij mij komt zitten” -You can say so, what a coincidence that you came to sit with me.-  You laugh at the coincidence, before introducing yourselves to each other. 

Your books and her laptop were long forgotten, as you got to know each other. Kerstin ordered the both of you another coffee, and a few croissants for lunch. 

Over the next couple of months you found a piece of home in each other. You often found yourselves back at the coffee shop where you met, the shop where your love story began. It had become a part of your routine, you would study, and she would analyse matches. Having found out what she was doing on her laptop after all.

Kerstin was going to national team camp back in your home country, which was perfectly timed with your week off and week of online classes, so you headed back home with her with the plan to meet each other’s families for the first time.

While she had to meet her teammates for camp right away, you went home to your family. You opened the front door with your key, and not two seconds later your little sister jumped into your arms. “Je bent thuis!” -You’re home!- You hold her tight, “Ik heb jou ook gemist, kleintje." -I’ve missed you too little one.- It was nice being able to catch up with your sister, mom and stepdad a little before you would introduce them to your girlfriend.

After two days of training, Kerstin had a day off. You took the train and met her in Utrecht, where you spent some time together, before you headed off to meet her family first since she hadn’t seen them since she got here. 

Her home felt warm, and comfortable from the moment you stepped inside and were welcomed by her parents and two brother’s with open arms. The nerves you had felt on the way here vanished instantly at how great they were. You got to know them over a home-cooked dinner, and a few boardgames after. When it was time to head to bed, you felt like you had known her family for years.

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After a lovely breakfast with her family, you made the trip back to your place. This time bringing Kerstin along. With your girlfriend’s hand in yours, you let her into your home. She was welcomed just as warmly into your family as you were into hers. It made you really happy, especially since she was the first girl you had ever brought home to meet them. 

Kerstin’s bubbly personality was a perfect match for the ball of energy that was your sister. You were watching them interact with each other. Your mom noticed the loving look in your eyes and nudged you slightly, “Dat zet je aan het denken, hè?” -Makes you think, right?- Her comment brought a blush to your cheeks, and made the butterflies in your stomach spring into action. 

With a match to play in Breda, Kerstin had invited your family to watch the match in the family and friend’s section. She has also asked your sister if she wanted to walk onto the field with her.

You were grateful for the fans that had filmed the interactions between Kerstin and your sister, and had posted them on TikTok. They were in your favourites folder, and you were watching them on repeat back in your apartment. You were so focussed on them, that you didn’t hear Kerstin walk up behind you and watch over your shoulder. 

“Hoe vaak was dat?” -How many times was that?- You turn around instantly with widened eyes. Kerstin’s smirk grows when your face looks like you felt caught. “You’re cute. Ik hou van je.” -I love you- She places a soft kiss on your lips. “Ik hou ook van jou.” -I love you too.- 

She sits down beside you, and you cuddle into her side. “Klaar om je zusje te bellen?” -Ready to call your sister?-

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↳ summary: at this point, you assume that you've misplaced your own things, but find yourself surprised when you find said things in mammon's room.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Demon Attendant Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Nesting/Hoarding Habit, With Your Things, Mammon Loves His Special Person, Nightbringer Setting.

writer's blurp: mammon lives rent-free in my brain and that's a-okay he's such a sweetie to the MC both in OG OM and in NB. just wanted to write a short little thing about NB mammon finding comfort in things that have the reader's scent.

It started out as a missing coat or sweater. Something you choked up to just being lost in the abyss of your closet, or left it somewhere not that it was anything you were too sad about losing or being misplaced.

Then the throw blankets, or your favorite throw pillows that you would use at the House of Lamentation when the brothers would pull you into whatever movie or game night, and the ones at Cocytus Hall. Solomon helped you turn over every inch of the Hall, but neither of you had any luck finding them, nor could the brothers help you find your things at Lamentation.

Little things here and there, like pens and notebooks, objects you would use daily. You wondered if your chatelaine was breaking, and you not noticing it, but Solomon assured you that it wouldn't with the enchantment he placed on it for you. Some smaller things as well the occasional ring, or necklace.

It wasn't until you one day received a text from Mammon to come over and please bring something good to eat with your company (totally NOT a bonus he said) since he felt a little under the weather. You found your missing things.

Situated in a safe little spot on Mammon's bed, the very demon dozed off around the little things, but also wearing some of your missing jewelry. Face hidden in your throw pillows and your throw blankets living up to their name of being haphazardly tossed on his person, while he was wrapped up in your sweater.

You could also see some of his brother's things mixed in as well.

A little hoard of his own. A little nest with things that made him feel comfortable and safe. Things that belong to those that are important to him, to people that he loves.

So, as quietly as possible you leave Mammon's room knowing that if he were to wake up and knowing that you saw his little hoard of treasures that belong to those important to him, his little nest of things that brings him comfort he would quickly try to hide all of it.

Once you're back outside of Mammon's room you decide to make something other than the Hell Fire Noodles he likes, opting for something a little bit more easy on the stomach.

Texting to let Mammon know that you will be delayed in arriving, his response is a pouty little emoji, and him appearing by your side a bit later. Hiding his face in your shoulder, mumbling and grumbling while you cook, but sticking to you like glue.

[isa-solasun]

IT'S OKAY, I'M HERE FT. SATAN

. summary: you don't feel very good mentally, and the avatar of wrath notices.

. content warnings: hurt/comfort, more comfort than anything, self indulgent, self-inflicted hair pulling out of stress, worried satan

. characters: satan [om!] & gn!reader

. taglist: @reshi-galaxy comment here to be added...

. note: sorry for ghosting you guys :'< i've been losing motivation lately and the burnout is finally catching up. but I decided, you know what? i'm gonna make a use of it!

"No, no, no, no!"

Satan lifted his head from the book he was engrossed in to the source of his disturbance, you. To be frank, you weren't exactly loud, given the current location you were in, a library. And yet, in Satan's mind, any thoughts related to you would always be the most present.

His eyebrow twitches as you let out another panicked and rushed mutter, observing from his peripherals the way your fingers gripped strands of your hair in frustration.

He looked down at the desk you're seated at, full of open books, stationery, and pieces of paper scattered everywhere. How messy, Satan commented in his head. It wasn't unlikely for you to not be the most organized person around, but he sensed that this time was different.

You don't seem like you're having a great time; other than your obvious uncomfortable gestures, Satan can also see the dark circles under your eyes and the lack of life in them.

Midterms were coming up, and Satan had overheard your conversation with Simeon the other day about how stressed and burned out you had been the past week, so he guessed that might be the reason why, but he stopped and told himself not to assume anything about them anymore, let alone projecting into their concerns.

He sighed and pushed himself off of his chair, then proceeded to make his way towards you. By the time he's merely a step away from your robe, you were scribbling rather aggressively onto your notebook, and your gaze goes everywhere in a frantic manner as you failed to notice his presence in front of you.

"Hey," you almost flew out of your seat when he tapped your shoulders, turning your head so fast it made Satan worry you might break your neck. "You good?" he asked, a rush of relief grazing his heart at seeing you visibly relaxed at the sight of him, unprepared for you to launch yourself on him.

Blood rushed to his face as he fell to the floor with you hugging him on top. Even if you weren't shy, it's not like you to be this bold either. yet all his embarrassment faded out almost as fast as it came. He realized that his blazer was becoming wet. You were crying.

Why? He wished to ask the question. What's wrong? Who hurt you? And his concern only grew when your grip around his waist tightened. Satan is ready to attack anything that could possibly be the reason you're upset, but at the moment, he knew you needed his comfort the most. and thus he hugged you back, rubbing circles on your shaking, tense shoulder, rocking you back and forth in his arms, doing his best to provide every ounce of warmth he could ever provide as a demon.

He does hope that you'll open up and talk to him about anything. and he'll wait for you to be ready, no matter how long it might take; he just wanted you to know that Satan is always there for you.

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[gothic-lottie]

Chapter 18, Seeing Eye and Speaking Tongue, is out now!

A lot happened in this chapter that I wanted to draw so buckle up, it has 5 pictures.

I sat in an armchair across the room to watch Ominis and Isobel in case they gave up trying to carry a conversation on their own and asked me translate. Isobel's seeming inability to speak has affected Ominis most. It's made it near impossible for them to have a private conversation since he either has to read what she says with his wand, which sometimes misreads her handwriting, or have me read it to him. 

I watched as Ominis’ head hit the table again, seeming defeated at his wand's latest reading failure, closing my book in anticipation of being asked for help. Isobel tapped his shoulder and held out her notebook again. He seemed surprised at whatever she said. 

“Are you sure? Sebastian is here. I thought you didn't want anyone to know yet.”

After a few seconds of pen scratching

“Okay, we can try if you think you have enough control.”

I was very curious by then but before my eyes, Isobel started… shrinking? A moment later, she was gone completely and a snake was climbing Ominis’ outstretched arm. I jumped to my feet and rushed over. But before I could rid him of the creature, it rattled at me. Where the hell did a rattlesnake come from? The snake hissed and Ominis laughed. 

“I told you he'd react this way.” The snake hissed again and he rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can tell him.”

“Om… where did Isobel go? Where did this come from? Are you… okay?”

“This is Isobel.”

“... What?”

“When she realized she wouldn't be speaking much for a while, she decided to use the time to become an animagus. She started in mid January.”

“And… she became a snake?”

The snake- Isobel hissed again and Ominis nodded. “She thinks a rattlesnake is rather fitting for her. They make noise and give you a warning then retaliate if you don't heed their warning. Sound familiar? Regardless, she didn't know what she'd become but once she found out, she told me since it could solve our writing problem.”

“You hate speaking parseltongue.”

“And I don't have to. She still understands English.”

“So you just… what? Wear her like a scarf while you talk?”

“If it works.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“No.” Isobel hissed again. “Right, Natsai knows. The idea was inspired by a comment she made in class shortly after Isobel’s muteness began.”

“And… she won't bite me or anything, right?”

She hissed again, this one accompanied by an annoyed rattle. “She says she might if you keep behaving like a- Isobel, I'm not saying that.”

“Good to know it’s the same little firecracker in there.” I laughed. “Just try not to spook the first years with this.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea”

Isobel hissed, almost sounding like she was laughing.

“We are absolutely going to walk around school like this from now on.”

The next series of events needs some prior context. Professor Grey is Professor Fig's replacement. He's about to make a huge mistake and our favorite Slytherin has a vaguely worded accommodation plan that's all too easy to exploit. (Sebastian and Ominis are also already married here, thus Ominis correcting his last name.)

As I started into the classroom ahead of the boys, Professor Grey stopped me.

“Miss Morgana, your cat will have to wait outside. No pets allowed in the classroom, they're an unnecessary distraction.”

I felt my chest tighten, making it difficult to breathe, and reached for my talking book

“I won't be humoring your ridiculous refusal to speak. Answer me.”

How does he expect me to do that? Wiggen started crying, pawing at my skirt, and my boys came running.

“Why are you barring Isobel from the classroom?” Ominis demanded, his rarely used commanding, aristocratic tone slipping out. He offered an arm for me to lean on as well, which I gladly took to steady myself.

“Miss Morgana is welcome to join us for class when she leaves the cat outside.”

“What?!” Sebastian sounded very angry. “That cat has been keeping her more stable than she's been in months and you want her separated from it? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Speaking of rule violations Mr Sallow, I can't help but notice that you're still out of uniform.” That sent Sebastian into a shocked silence, all of us in total disbelief that he would dare say that straight to his face. 

Sebastian was a bit shaken and Ominis just told me he would “handle the issue”

I learned what he meant the next week when he and Sebastian arrived to class with a mooncalf in tow. Professor Grey attempted to stop him at the door. “Mister Gaunt-”

“Sallow”

“-you cannot bring that animal into class.”

“Actually Professor, I believe you’ll find I am fully within my rights to bring my seeing eye mooncalf to class. I’ve found myself too overwhelmed to use my wand to navigate lately.”

“This is ridiculous, a mooncalf is no seeing eye animal!”

“Alright sir, I understand. I’ll be back without the mooncalf.”

Ominis returned a few minutes after the start of class with a Hazel the unicorn leading him instead this time.

“Mister Gaunt-”

“Sallow. Unicorns actually make for very good seeing eye animals.”

Before the professor could respond, Ominis was already in his seat, Hazel sitting behind him and being undeniably more distracting than Wiggenpaws ever could be.

After class, Professor Grey made it clear that Hazel wasn’t welcome back, only to be met with another “I understand” and a smile.

The next week, the bit continued, though all our classmates aside from Sebastian found this one less amusing than the mooncalf and unicorn as Ominis brought Lazarus with him this time. Professor Grey ended class early that day. 

Another week later, it was Caligo’s turn to make an appearance in class. Before we could leave the classroom, Professor Grey stopped us. “Mister Gaunt-”

“Sallow.”

“-I forbid anymore creatures in this classroom.”

“It is in my accommodation plan.”

“I don't care.”

“I’m sure Marvolo would love to hear how you’re discriminating against his darling little brother.”

“I-” he stuttered for a moment before proceeding more cautiously. “What will it take to make you stop?”

“Well, I find it very distressing to see my husband and best friend so distraught. If they were to continue as they were before the incident a couple weeks ago, I’m sure I’d have no need for a seeing eye animal anymore.”

The Professor seemed annoyed but finally relented. “I guess one stupid cat is more tolerable than this insanity.” he stalked off, back to his office.

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[monsieurenjlolras]

If you don't mind a hot tip for crocheting possums ..... I made one with a wire in the tale so the tale is poseable. Now the possum hangs by its tail from my lamp and it rules. I used a wire from an old cheap notebook that I twisted around itself for extra strength and just shoved it in there

I thought about doing a wire tail! I probably will om my next one :) the notebook wire is a good idea! Jewelry wire is also pretty cheap and is just a super useful thing to have.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: How the OM! Brothers shop for groceries and stuff ft. me!

Pairing: NA

Genre: Headcanons, Crack

TW: NA

Lucifer

This old man has memorised the layout of all his favourite stores. He makes a neat little list in a notebook. He will not type his list in the notes app of his DDD. And his list will be in the order of how he walks through the aisles.

Like, if the first few aisles of the store have foodstuff, those will be at the very top of the list. I add stuff to my list as and when I remember them, so if I ever make a list for him he will most definitely forget to buy something and then blame it on my lacking list-making skills (my mom does this).

No matter how many things we need to buy this man will NEVER take a cart. He will take 3 baskets if required, and give two of them to me. Also will not buy anything that is not on his list. Is ice cream on his list? No? Then I guess we're not getting it...

Man speedwalks through the store. Like there's no time to see which brand of chips I want, I take my eyes off him for one second and he's already at the checkout counter-

Gives everyone who takes their time deciding what to buy, yknow, like a normal person, a glare so intense you'd think they offended his entire lineage or something.

Might yell at me like once for being slow or something during our shopping trip, then make it up to me by buying me ice cream on the way home (Lucifer is an Asian parent confirmed)

Overall, I'd give him 7/10 because he does get the job done, but I will not be the first to volunteer to go with him.

Mammon

List? What list? Haha I'm gonna have to be the responsible adult here-

He never makes a list, because 'he remembers it all in his head anyway'. I'd make a list, then proceed to drag him everywhere, making him hold the stuff.

Complains a bit (a lot) about having to follow me around, but will shut up if I glare at him

Remembers what his brothers need, but always forgets stuff that he needs and when we get home he gives me his best puppy dog eyes and goes "Actually..."

With the amount of trouble this dork can get in I'm pretty sure we're banned from at least one store-

Doesn't care what I put in the cart as long as he can do the same.

We end up forgetting a few items and then having to go back to the store before Lucifer finds out. Then we get ourselves some smoothies as a reward :3

People would hate us because we're the kind of idiots to stand in an aisle taking up all the space while arguing very loudly about cereal brands-

5/10, we're both too easily distracted and absolute menaces when it comes to shopping.

Leviathan

My boy gets all his stuff from Akuzon so I dunno how I'd get him to come grocery shopping with me. If no one else is free that day, he might come with me. Though he'd try to convince me to order from Akuzon before placing a foot out the door-

Whose idea was it to let two socially-inept introverts shop without their assigned extrovert/ambivert? If there are no self-checkout counters we would play rock, paper, scissors to determine who makes small talk with the cashier.

We'll end up buying a lot of junk food and soda. Again I feel like I'd have to make the list and Levi would help with carrying the stuff but I'm sure he'd also add stuff that he wants.

Doesn't care much about like, the necessities? Like, it's ok with him if I wanna get fresh veggies or milk but he won't be one to suggest it if I don't.

Levi gets lost at one point because I'm bad at keeping track of people who come grocery shopping with me and I'm gonna get called to the front desk to get him.

On the way home I take him to the bookstore, get him some new manga and me new books for having survived that ordeal.

9/10, he's like a very well-behaved, anxious kid who occasionally tugs on your clothes and asks you if he can get his favourite bag of chips.

Satan

He won't like this, but he probably is like a toned-down version of Lucifer, except he makes the list in the notes app of his DDD.

Pretty flexible with what we can buy, he'd let me get what I want, within a limit though. Knows how to tell what is fresh and what isn't so I let him select the fruits and veggies

He also speedwalks, but holds my hand so I don't get lost <3

Meanwhile I'm trying to keep up without falling and apologizing to all the people I bump into. Ain't my fault I got little legs-

Hates it when people bump into him and don't apologize so my main job is making sure he doesn't blow up and get us thrown out of the store-

Definitely teases me when I can't reach something before being a gentleman and getting it for me

We end up going to a cat cafe before going home

10/10, I would enjoy it. Very much date vibes.

Asmodeus

He would happily follow me on my grocery runs.

Very easily distracted, I'd need to hold onto him so I dont lose him.

Very good at reminding me what needs to be bought. Has his own list of things that are needed.

Spends a ton of time and takes utmost care in choosing the best of everything. He has a good eye when it comes to stuff like this.

Knows exactly what his brothers like or need and makes my life so much more easier.

Will let me buy everything and anything I want because he is amazing like that.

Flirts with the cashier during checkout and gets us a discount. I aspire to be like him one day-

On the way home we end up going to boutiques so he can do his own little shopping~

9/10, as fun as it is going with him, I don't like being dressed up like a doll after a tiring day of getting groceries. Also won't help me put them away when we get home

Beelzebub

Beel is a sweetheart. I can see him always volunteering to go grocery shopping with me.

Another one I need to be cautious about, he might wander off if he finds something particularly appetizing. Will need to have something on hand to satiate his hunger.

He'd be content with following me around while carrying stuff. Occasionally pipes in when he sees something he heard his brothers wanted.

We will buy a ton of snacks. Now to keep him from opening any of those before we check out...

Probably wouldn't let me get everything I want, but will still be willing to let me get junk food as long as I promise to share them with him.

On the way home we go and have a meal at a restaurant, and then once we're home he helps me put everything away.

10/10, an absolute sweetheart as long as he has something to munch on while we work.

Belphegor

This little shit (derogatory).

This sadistic little bastard enjoys abusing his baby of the family privilege. Annoys the fuck out of me while we're in the store because he knows I'll try my best not to lose my composure in a public place.

The kind of asshole to pick something up and put it somewhere it's not supposed to be. Ever found a bar of soap next to rows of cereals? It's his handiwork, and he's so smug about it I swear-

Gets lost on purpose, to the point where I contemplate leaving him in the store and going home on my own.

Has. To. Comment. On. Every. Single. Thing. I. Get. That is until I threaten to not get the detergent he likes, and suddenly he's a good boy helping me by holding everything

Could care less about what I buy as long as I buy enough for him, Beel and me to share, but like I said before, will comment on everything.

We come straight home and this man just leaves me in the kitchen alone?? He won't help me put away the groceries, he goes straight to his bed.

3/10, there is very little chance I won't try to strangle him on the way back home out of frustration.

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🐰 Obey Me! The Anime poster redraw🐰

Last week I was speaking with some friends about sylvanians and I fell again ;v;

I was making memes of my sylvanians to decorate my class notebook and yes, I needed to make an OM! adaptation of the poster. Mammon and Asmo were the only ones I had 100% from the start and I did some pics of my arts of them with rabbit and kangaroo from Sylvanian Family.

List of animals: Lucifer-Dog Mammon-Kangaroo Levi-Otter Satan-Cat Asmo-Rabbit Beel-Bear Belphie-Sheep

Version without the devilgram app in ig and tw

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A Spiral of Notebooks

AKA least chaotic book crossover.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Having just read your Tom Riddle in twilight fanfic, I love it but it's obvious Tom's character had to be adjusted to make sense in twilight. So... What if Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary falls through a hole in time and space and winds up in Twilight, what happens? Fuck it, let's go even harder and say that 16 year old (iirc?) Diary Tom winds up in Edward Cullen's hands.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to London by me and @therealvinelle

Also, why Tom is the way he is in the fic.

Caveat

I mean, keep in mind anon, that while he is adjusted, it's more that @therealvinelle and I spout the same sort of heresy for Harry Potter that we do for Twilight.

This is what we think Tom would be in a world where magic still exists but there's no Wizarding World and he happens to run across a crystal demon as a young man.

It's an adjustment but... if you're looking for sociopath Tom Riddle, you're not going to like the rest of this meta at all.

A Bit on the Diary (and Other Horcruxes)

I mean, the Diary is eternally sixteen. He's a bit like a vampire himself in a way in that he shoved himself in this container for fifty years, still seems to be in a very sixteen-year-old headspace and makes some remarkable choices when he was set loose.

Diary is always Peak Diary.

(Just as I will always believe the Locket tormented Ron with the equivalent of sock puppets of Harry and Hermione make out, complete with falsetto voices, "I love you so much, Harry! You're so handsome. OM NOM NOM, LET ME KISS YOU!" not so much to corrupt Ron because he found it fucking hilarious.

So much so, that his last moments are tormenting Ron, with fucking sock puppets.)

I will forever be upset we didn't see more of the horcruxes.

They're always such a hot, hilarious, beautiful mess.

Edward Finds the Diary and is a Fucking Nerd

Why am I picturing the pilot of Death Note where Light happens to notice a black little notebook falling out the window at his school?

Regardless, we'll say this is the start of Twilight and... why fucking not, that's exactly what happens.

Before Bella arrives (so as to keep this less complicated/Edward invested), Edward is in Forks, staring dully out the window in this purgatory he calls high school (that he absolutely doesn't have to go to, Edward, remember you made this choice, Edward).

Notebooks don't just fall from the sky.

Curious, Edward goes to retrieve it after school.

He finds it's a perfectly ordinary, if old, notebook. It has a worn cover, appears to belong to a T. M. Riddle (who Edward has never heard of and doesn't live in Forks, curious) but is otherwise empty.

What's interesting is that it smells unused.

There's no recent human scents on it, no grease from fingers, it smells sterile or at least as if it's been left alone for many years. So how did it get here?

Edward, who has been bored out of his fucking mind, has a mystery on his hands.

He eagerly enlists Alice.

"Edward, I can't see the future of fucking inanimate objects" Alice tells him dumbly, he can be a nerd about this one by himself, Alice isn't interested.

Rosalie suggests Edward try to at least find this T. M. Riddle and return it to him. Edward goes on a whole rant of how there is no Riddle in Forks. Rosalie's not that impressed, Edward's right, but he's overlooking that this book is old, and it could be a maiden name. It's probably someone's heirloom.

"How can it be an heirloom if it's empty, see?" Edward says, flipping through to Rosalie's dull eyed wonder.

Rosalie stops arguing and goes to the garage to work on her cars.

Edward can't wait to tell Carlisle but realizes just showing Carlisle an empty notebook that fell from the sky, with nothing more than that is... kind of lame.

He has to investigate.

Edward carefully searches the pages for invisible ink, or else traces of writing that was erased. He brings out the UV lights, everything, but there's not a hint of anything there.

It looks, for all intents and purposes, like an empty notebook.

But it can't be, of course, because then why would it fall from the sky.

("Maybe someone in a hazmat suit chucked it off the roof" Emmett suggests.)

Eventually, Edward's curiosity overcomes him, and he starts putting liquid on the page (he's been trying not to damage anything at this point). To his astonishment, it disappears!

Tom Rolls Out of Hibernation

Ye gads, Tom in the Diary says, waking out of... whatever the fuck goes on in the Diary (there be monsters in there, I'm sure). Someone's writing, this is his chance, perhaps his only chance.

He's taking advantage of it.

Tom responds to the line of graphite, or whatever it is, and starts writing back.

Edward... doesn't seem to think he's a person or sentient, Tom quickly realizes (Edward thinks Tom's a very clever machine of some kind with a chat bot kind of like ELIZA inside, he's not sure how it works, or what this paper is if it's not paper, but he's very amused by Tom's claims to have been a person in the 1940's).

Edward has great fun grilling Tom on his life in the depression in England and pointing out all Tom's historical inaccuracies.

Tom immediately loathes Edward for this alone, but Edward continues to prove himself what Tom has always despised.

Tom views Edward as hopelessly arrogant and complacent. Edward has all the opportunities in the world, all the money in the world, and he sits here whining about how school is so boring and his life is so pointless. Edward is content to wallow in his own romanticized misery, brought on by absolutely nothing in Tom's eyes, because Edward simply enjoys the idea of being romantically miserable so very much.

Edward also believes himself to be highly intelligent, is clearly a naturally gifted legilimens, but is arrogant in this assumption and always believes himself to be the smartest in the room (there's a lot of pitying of Tom the poor chat bot).

Tom is very eager to destroy this little man and is certain he has all the tools to do it: Edward has real demons he has to deal with and he lets his guard down around Tom, he's started treating the diary as a kind of chat-bot therapist diary who won't run off with the secrets he does not wish to tell the family but needs to get off his chest.

Tom will get him, sooner or later, he'll get this motherfucker.

Bella Arrives in Forks

Edward has his crisis but guess who's there this time?

Edward vents his private terrors to Tom, his doubt, his obsession, everything.

Tom has his window and now owns enough of Edward's soul to possess him.

Edward starts losing time, he blames Bella for this, as he truly believes she's some kind of demon sent to torment him. Tom feeds these suspicions by pretending to have stored away historical information of previous cases. Demons who take the form of women and slowly unravel their victim's psyche.

(In case you were wondering, Tom as Edward just goes to school and acts perfectly pleasant to Bella and everyone else. Making Edward, of course, seem unhinged whenever he comes back and he's lost a fucking day.)

Edward is terrified of telling anyone, let alone Carlisle, as he thinks he could be genuinely dying. However, if he murders Bella, then he's murdering someone who, at least from the outside, genuinely seems to be a high school girl.

Either Edward snaps and does it or Tom does it for him, Edward waking up to being covered in Bella's blood, eyes red, standing in her corpse.

Edward runs, now having lost himself entirely, and Tom drains the life force from him and walks off having had a grand time.

First on his agenda? Turning into a vampire, that looks like fun.

[desiacadtales]

ꔫ ᵎᵎ intro post

hii everyone, jun this side!! (pronounced j-oo-n)

im starting with visuals/a chaotic mood board since it helps me in acads and the hints of desi studyblr show my general vibe hehe [image credits to its owners on pinterest]

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 ‹𝟹

↬ undergrad

↬ indian

↬ nineteen

↬ she/her

↬ infp

↬ soon to start with my second year

𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺  ꒰ ꒱ྀི

↬ majors: psych and economics

↬ minor: english literature

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨?

↬ psych, econ and literature related stuff, reblogs, moodboards and desi shitposting hours are always opened

↬im all about chaotic academia. scattered books, kadak chai by my side, brown noise which doesn't really help, lmao. messy notes, cant get over spiral notebooks, probably never going digital w note making

↬ if possible, ill try to share my realistic [slow] study routine and the syllabus/assignments i could catch up with

𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨?   ⑅ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀   

↬well, to put it simply, build my intrinsic motivation and be more consistent irl

↬hopefully,  connect with more desi/non desi students and other interesting tumblrinas :)

𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦

  𐀔 ִ  🎞️ ׅ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂        

↬ if you recognize the artist in my pfp, then hello fellow mitski stans<3  my toxic trait is being delusional enough to think mitski has signed my adoption papers. ⠀

↬ connect with me through music :)⠀

↬ i have loved to dance ever since i learned to walk

↬ i journal on most days

↬ a lot into astrology and reading birth charts

↬ kadak chai mein meri jaan basti hai

↬ recently started with crocheting

↬ like to read poems more than books:3

↬a very slow reader and an even slow eater

↬ i like to sit in silence for at least 15-20 mins nearly every day, zero thoughts in my brain. weirdly comforting. no, idk if we can call that meditation-

↬ series/movies i love love love: tmkoc- my beloved, FIR, hannibal (nbc), hannibal (trilogy) , girl interrupted, Beetlejuice movie, suspiria (2018), black swan, call me by your name, modern family, the office,  bk99, heartstopper, good omens, and the upcoming percy jackson one T_T

↬ special mention for desi cinema: om shanti om, masaan, lunchbox, raanjhanaa, jaane tu ya jaane na, jagga jasoos, cobalt blue, jab we met, kahani, talaash, taare zameen par, the blue umbrella, qala, bulbbul, most irrfan khan movies, barfi, bhool bhulaiya, stree, 3 idiots. and a lot more

↬ studio ghibli, my beloved.

Well, thats the end to the intro post, thanks for staying and reading , stay hydrated jaanis<3

[mejomonster]

Okay so hello friends I discovered this site today, when trying to find an app/place to write with low distractions:

So its got: dark mode, light mode, you can set a timer (good for a writing sprint), you can set a word goal, it shows just your writing and word count at the bottom, it has a tool to export your writing as a txt file when done. Its features appear the same on laptop or phone, useful if you're like me and sometimes type on the phone.

Of particular note: you can only backspace through a word, not further. I'd suggest trying to write for a while before deciding how you feel about it. I was initially annoyed, since I couldn't delete a sentence I disliked and could only really fix small scale initial typos. But I just started typing // when I didn't like a prior line so I could just go delete it later in editing, then I continued writing the sentence I'd want instead. After the first several minutes, I decided I kind of like this feature. Why? Because it got me to WRITE. I couldn't really second guess myself much, because re-reading and editing wasn't an option during writing. It will be an option LATER, but not during this writing sprint. Justwrite as another feature, doesn't really let you scroll up. Annoying to me, somewhat, since I couldn't scroll up and double check I was remembering certain details right. But it makes up for it again in getting me TO WRITE. I wrote 3000 words an hour in Justwrite. Just because I HAD to move forward and just tell the fucking story. A lot of what I wrote was good stuff! And I left myself little // to find and fix bits I wanted to work on more. And maybe useful in a story sense, I found my scenes felt they were flowing in pacing better. Possibly because I had to write them timely enough to remember what I was writing ToT (I don't have the best detail memory) so scenes couldn't dawdle long enough to get super stuck or linger on something for an amount of time that would start getting a reader lost or bored. In summary: the particular quirks of not allowing much backspacing and not much upscrolling? Make for faster writing, and a bit more of an incentive to keep a writing flow going while its fresh in your mind.

Anyway I wrote 7000 words today thanks to this site (and the app version on my tablet).

I really appreciate Low Distraction writing tools since seeing even just words underlined or editing tabs above a document quickly gets me distracted. Some current favorites: justwrite (site and app), https://novellla.web.app/ (I like this but I prefer the computer version as the phone version has no night mode), Writer Lite (a phone app I love for organizing writing as it works very minimal distraction but lets me change fonts and organize chapters and notes and projects and check word counts by project/chapter/entire directory - in that app I've written 192,000 words this year, it backs up to google drive and I have not explored exporting options yet but its definitely my favorite phone app for writing project organizing), notepad (when Im om my computer Im not kidding - the lower the distractions the more likely I'm going to use the tool), and honorable mention app.gethermit.com (its a useful site for sharing writing to someone to look at with password protection, and its also got projects/chapters organization, I both appreciate that it includes spellcheck and also hate that it's spell check means I NEVER write on the site I just use it to quickly store a copy paste writing backup online so I can open it up on another device).

[eltystuffs]

Where have I been?

TLDR: Mentally dead

I'm still currently working on the PWYW commissions for my college class...in ways! I have like 8 commissions sketched out in a notebook that I plan to digitize when I'm ready! These 2 months have been extremely challenging for me and has taken physical tolls on my body and set me back on my #mentalhealthjourney. Sorry that I'm slacking om everything, including reblogs! Like damn gurl at least support your community while you're sick /joke

I hope to catch up on my PWYW commissions AND custom Furby commissions before the New Year! That should be a reasonable enough goal...right?