#don’t take out the watermark if you use it

[cgarttrailsandtails]

Ay credit for the art goes to CULTLEADER101 on YouTube

But I made a meme template out of it!

I even have a lil watermark so people won’t try and say the art is done by them.

But anyways, here’s how I used it! (Also sorry to the og artist because I didn’t ask for permission (idk how to contact them) and if they don’t like it I can try to take it down)

Sorry again to the og artist, I didn’t know how to contact you!

[calciferstims]

tiktokers be like “I am going to create the most beautiful, relaxing, aesthetically pleasing video ever, with gorgeous lighting, and deeply satisfying content”. …….. “and then I’m going to cut the video fifty thousand times in thirty seconds-”

[jun3ee]

Smile for the camera

A/N: If you see the watermark and say smt- I’m hiding under your bed..ANYWAYS this was very rushed and last second, this request was from like a month ago so I’m so damn sorry, I’ll try to make a better vers but this is all I got, it’s just a short lil drabble 💕😪

MDNI ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚

I stare at the request in disbelief, everyone knew who Tom was at this point, he was such a major part in the industry.. Obviously not only known for his looks, but the serious length he had that got everyone infatuated. The way he fucked on camera was enough to get any living and breathing woman wet.. Maybe it was just dramaticized? He couldn't really be that good, right?  Oh god was I wrong…

“Say it again”

“I-I can’t!” 

I choke out, not even able to think from the way he’s ramming every single inch of his thick, veiny cock into my sopping cunt. His large hands dug deeply into my waist in a firm, bruising hold. Not letting go for the life of himself as the rhythm of his thrusts only get faster and faster, fucking me so well as whiny moans leave my parted lips, I was never this sloppy and pathetic…Shying away from the camera as he pulls my hair back,

“Tell them how good I’m fucking this little pussy, hm?”

“M-Mgh..” I choke out, gripping onto anything I can as his heavy balls slam against my sensitive clit with every thrust as I let out a yelp. Tom glances at the camera and looks at my fucked-out face, all that pretty makeup smudged, little beads of sweat forming as he smirks, watching my tight pussy stretch out on his thick cock, leaving a rough slap on my ass causing me to let out a whimper, slaps of skin and unholy moans filling the room as his pace mercilessly increases,

“Look at yourself, s’ch a fuckin’ slut, hm?”

He murmurs, his hand gripping my waist tightly as his other hand reaches out, pulling my head back and grasping my chin with his calloused hand, forcing me to look up and into his darkened eyes as he keeps thrusting harshly, watching my face hopelessly contort with pleasure as he smirks, his thick cock re-arranging my insides with a slight sting as my sopping-wet core adjusts. Every inch of his cock stuffed into my little cunt followed by him tracing hickeys on the crook of my neck and down my back.

“Fortfahren” (“Go ahead”)

He purrs out, abruptly stopping and sitting back… I should’ve remembered that damn script.. It was too late now.. How could I even remember when he was fucking me this good?

“H-Huh?” I choke out, glancing back at him as I whine from the sudden stop

“Fuck yourself with my cock, doll”

With no hesitation he pulls me on him, his length deeply buried in my core as I weakly bounce up and down, my legs already giving up as his girthy tip hits my cervix, his hand finding itself to my waist and guiding me, meanwhile his other hand snakes down my body, rubbing my neglected clit slowly and roughly as I let out a soft whimper. Looking directly into my eyes with his intimidating, darkened brown orbs, making me even more weaker than I already was.

“Atta’ girl” He says with a mouthy smirk, flicking his lip piercing, watching me as I whine pathetically moan on his cock.. At this point, neither of us cared about the script.. “Keep going slow f’me darling.. Don’t want you breaking down on me, do I?” 

“M-Mhmm..” I drag out… How pathetic I was to think he would take it slow? He abruptly starts thrusting up, holding my hips in place as he lets out a chuckle, his v-line flexing, the veins in his forearms popping, his cock coated with my slick as he keeps thrusting up into my tight little pussy, lewd sloshing sounds coming from the both of us as he holds me still,

“Mm- Tell them who’s fucking ya’ doll” Tom grunts out, his thrusting only getting rougher and rougher as he feels my walls tighten around his thick cock,

“I-I can’t” I choke out “P-Please”

“Such a fucking slut f’my cock this whole time and you cant even say my name? Yes you can” 

He groans out, still thrusting mercilessly as he looks directly into my eyes, his cock glistening with a coat of my slick.

“T-Tom K-Kaulitz..” I cry out, throwing my arms over his shoulder for stability, helplessly..

“C-Couldn’t hear ya’” He murmurs with a smirk, his thrusting getting more erratic as he reaches his climax, his face scrunching up slightly as he rides out his waves of pleasure, his cock throbbing inside of me as he shoots his thick white ropes of cum deep into my tight pussy with a groan, watching it drip down the sides of his shaft as it overfills me, fucking his seed into my cunt as his hips roll up slowly…

“T-Tom...K-Kaulitz..!”

[neuvistar]

HI MARYSE thinkin' about tattoo!artist blade who thinks of ur whole body as a brand new delicate canvas for him, pretty tattoos going from ur breasts to your womb, and of course it's never without his " watermark " ( it's his name in mandarin ) on ur thigh<3 thinking about the way he's so proud of his works that he can't keep his hands to himself when he's (finger)fucking you

❝ HIS PRIZED POSSESSION. ❞ signed. blade . wc. 809 .

— featuring ┊tattoo artist!blade x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! not proofread. TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE!!!!, established relationships, v4ginal fingering, cunilingus, use of nicknames, feminine terms used, jus a TAAAAD bit of pussydrunk!bladie ♡ | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒? @yngxing

— a/n ┊ANON U ARE SOOOOAURRE SMART. i loved this ask a little TEWWWW much that i decided 2 make a small fic out of it >:) THANK U 4 SENDING ME THIS… YUMMERS. (also… it’s been so long so i’m sorry 4 the VERY late response this is insane)

it’s no doubt that you were blade’s favourite customer, of course! you were his girlfriend! but yet, it shows in his works and the way he treats you. he can’t help it, really.. who wouldn’t be fond of someone as pretty as you? your body was delicate—it was worth worshipping in his eyes, it’s safe to say that it’s hard for him not to lose control. your perfect body was a sight to behold, blessing his eyes with newfound lust and pride. as he leaned in, his hands released your thighs as he dropped to his knees before you, his dark gaze burning with desire as he yanked your sundress up, baring you completely. blade admired his past work, absorbing the beauty of the tattoo on your breast, his initials over your womb, and his name over your thigh. “hmph. take those panties off and lift your skirt up more. i can't be doing this with your clothes on.” blade instructed, his brows furrowed as he pulled you towards his face. “don’t be shy now. it’ll be better to mark you as mine this way.” he bowed his head forward, his tongue flicking against your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body.

"bladie!” you cried out in pleasure, hands fisting in his long dark hair. your boyfriend lapped at your drenched cunt, sparing no mercy as he drove you to the edge.. your back arching off the chair. the scent of his dominance and need fills the air, the heat between you both was thick and palpable. blade’s hand drifts to the side of your thigh, his thumb brushing over your skin through your dress. he growled against your pussy, the sound low and demanding. your face scrunched at the sounds of slurping and sucking from below; your hips arching to meet his tongue. “good.. so good.” blade suckled on your swollen folds like a starved man, feeling it pulse beneath his lips. he could sense the heat radiating from your core, making his own desire grow even stronger. his wet muscle flicked and circled, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each stroke.. it would be unfortunate if another customer walked in on this.

“pretty." he whispered, a wicked expression spreading across his face. and with that, he dove back in, his tongue plunging deep within you. his thumb toyed with your bud, the sensitive nub pulsing in response to his touch. letting out a rough guttural moan, his hands released your thigh to caress the tattoo on your womb, admiring his work once more as the ache in his groin grew more intense with each passing second. “mine.. mine.” sweat glistened on your bodies as you moved together, the room filled with the sounds of your sounds of pleasure. blade was determined to make you feel every ounce of ecstasy and pride he had in his body. he wanted this, he wanted to claim you.. show just how—proud he is of his work.

“.. can you take my fingers?” he asked you suddenly, his voice muffled against your cunt. “these fingers that have worked tirelessly to show everyone you belong to me.” his words are a mix of semi-praise and tease, his fingers spreading your lips open, watching as the slickness coats his digits. he’s enjoying this, the control he has over your body, the way you respond to his touch. “these tattoos.. are staying here forever.” his finger slid inside, stretching you completely wide. he loved this part, making you helplessly needy for his touch. blade knew he could take your body to the edge and back, control you completely.. a slow, sensual invasion meant to calm your nerves and ground you in the here and now. his eyes locked on your face, gauging your reactions and facial expressions. fuck, he knew you hated this combination. you hated that stupid combination of his fingers and his tongue, knowing it’ll make you cum quicker than usual.

blade couldn't get enough of you. no matter how many times he’d touch you, draw tattoos on you, kissed you, it was never enough for him. he wanted more, and he demanded for more. he could cover your entire body up with tattoos for all he cares! his talented tongue delved deeper, flicking and teasing your heat mercilessly. blade absolutely delighted in making you squirm, taking pleasure in your moans and whimpers… you were overwhelmed with everything, especially when blade’s fingers slipped in and out so easily like this. it was almost impressive. he hummed appreciatively at your wetness, a testament to how much you craved his touch.

“so wet.” blade muttered against your pussy, his voice thick with lust. "every touch, every kiss, every orgasm, it all belongs to me. no one else gets to enjoy your sweet body like this.”

…

“especially with my name signed on your womb.”

[springgirlshowers]

Inked Doodles

Summary: Joost loves to draw on you, you love to surprise him.

WC: 1210

A/N: this was caused by this video lmao

Joost loved drawing, it became one of his favorite hobbies. It helped him calm down and relax whenever he was stressed.

He also had a tendency to use you as his canvas. Picking up a small habit of leaving little doodles on your skin.

If you were next to him and he had a pen or marker in his hand, you were at risk of a small doodle being left on your arm, hand, or even your legs sometimes.

The marks ranged from stars and smiley faces to full drawings. Dogs, cats, flowers music notes, a little figure of you or him. Anything he was thinking of at the moment.

It was cuter when he’d leave a small J right under the doodle, watermarking it as his.

Sitting on the couch, body opposite from his with your legs draped over his lap as you read a book. Joost pulled a sharpie out of thin air, you had no idea where he got it from.

You felt the cool drag of the marker along your lower leg. You peeked up from behind your book, seeing him focused as he drew a new figure, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth.

“Joost, you’re gonna give me ink poisoning.” You joked, moving away your leg, accidentally having him draw a line on your leg.

“Aw man now it’s messed up.” He groaned, dramatically pouting.

“It’s fine I can just wash it off later.”

“I wish you wouldn’t wash them off.” He leaned his head back on the couch.

“You know I don’t usually, I love your doodles, but I don’t want a random stripe of sharpie left on my leg.” You giggled, then going back to your book.

Soon however, Joosts last thing he said rung in your mind.

I wish you wouldn’t wash them off.

So what if you didn’t? What if you couldn’t wash one off?

That’s when you began your plan, the next appropriate spot on your arm or leg Joost would draw on, whatever he doodled. You’d go to the tattoo parlor as soon as possible, not telling him about it.

The next time he drew on you was when he was writing down song lyrics for a song he hadn’t named yet, he had to go over to the studio in a few hours.

You laid against him your arms wrapped around his torso while he had one wrapped around your shoulder and the other wrote down lyrics in a spiral notebook.

Soon you watched him stop, removing the marker from the paper and moving it to your arm. Drawing a cartoonish but cute looking dog head with its tongue sticking out on your upper arm. Thankfully not in an awkward spot. The placement was perfect.

“Schweinhund.” You smiled and mumbled when you saw the doodle. He looked at you and you saw how his eyes lit up and the gears start turning in his head.

He crossed a line through the question marks he put as the title above the lyrics, writing schweinhund right next to it.

“There we go, that will be the song title! Thanks liefje.” He pressed a grateful kiss to the top of your head.

You were excited to see how amazed he would get at the sight of the dog being tattooed onto you. You knew he wouldn’t be opposed to it. He loves dogs and tattoos, his arms being littered with silly patchwork tattoos.

Once he left for the studio, you made sure he was nowhere near your shared apartment before you left to go to a local trusted tattoo parlor.

You explained your idea and plan to the tattoo artist and they thought it was adorable. They cleaned up and made the line work a bit more neater on the drawing. You kept the tattoo uncolored, just keeping the simple outline on your skin.

The process didn’t take long and once you saw the finished product in the mirror, you were grinning ear to ear. It looked perfect, just like how Joost drew it, just the way you wanted it to.

Nearly skipping down the street in eagerness as you went back to your apartment, hoping Joost would be home soon.

You were a bundle of nervous yet excited nerves as you waited for Joost to come back. You tried to occupy yourself and your mind.

You watched TV, scrolled on your phone, even washed some of the dishes, doing anything to pass the time.

It was 7PM and you were scrolling through instagram on the couch by the time Joost got home, immediately you sat up once you heard the lock on the door click.

The anticipation began again even though you were seconds away from seeing him.

He opened and walked through the door, eyes looking a bit tired and giving you a lazy smile once he saw you.

You waited anxiously on the couch for him to kick off his shoes and walk over.

Soon as he sunk down into the spot next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Mmm, studio was so tiring today.” He mumbled tiredly. Placing his chin on your shoulder to look at your face, a confused small smile took over his face at your expression.

“What’s got you so excited looking?” He sat up, arms still around you.

“I got a tattoo.” You smiled and bit down on your bottom lip.

“Really? You never told me you were planning to get one in the past, let me see!” He said happily, straightening up.

You turned a bit, revealing the doodle he made that was now inked permanently into your skin and covered by clingwrap.

His jaw dropped slightly, your expression faltered and you became worried.

Oh no, he doesn’t like it?

He brought a hand up to hold your arm, careful to not apply to much pressure.

“You got my drawing from this morning tattooed?” He looked at you with starry eyes, you nodded.

“You actually got my silly doodle tattooed?” He asked again after darting his eyes between your face and the tattoo. You nodded at his question once again, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, you said you wished I would never wash off your doodles.” You laughed nervously, “So, do you like it?” You spoke softly, extremely nervous.

He quickly cupped his hands over the sides of your head, pulling you in to peck kisses all over your face. You scrunched your eyes shut as you giggled.

You had your answer now.

He stopped after placing one sweet passionate one on your lips. He moved his hands from the sides of your head to your cheeks.

“I love it! How could I not? Why didn’t you tell me about it?” He let out a breathy laugh.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You shrugged and looked away.

“Of course.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re unpredictable.” He chuckled and shook his head as he looked at your arm again.

“Thank you, liefje. You’re amazing.” He whispered before bringing you in for another sweet kiss, then pulling away to speak again.

“I think it’s time for me to get one for you now.”

[kyra45]

Donation scams

(Donation scams)

Donation scams are one of the most common scams you’ll find on tumblr, most often distinguished as being from relatively new blogs whose URL’s are autogenerated though this isn’t quite a reliable method of spotting a scam account. Legitimate accounts will often have these autogenerated URL’s but there is other ways to spot scam accounts. This post combines both donation scams and pet donation scams since both are extremely common scam types.

Both scam account types are usually a few days old, has only a few trending posts, no other original posts beyond pinned, and will usually have a PayPal link (though legitimate accounts will have this too, suspicion should be taken if the country doesn’t match a veterinary bill. Example: The bill says it’s in the states but the PayPal says Philippines.)

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Pet donation scams are fundraising accounts who take the photographs of their pets from Facebook/instagram/etc and repost them here claiming to need veterinary care for the cat/dog/horse/etc and being unable to afford it therefore needing mutual aid from others. Unfortunately the poster may not actually own the animal and has simply stolen their post offsite with edits made to a pre-existing story.

More often then not, these scams will say they were denied ‘care credit’ and will supply a screenshot that’s often stolen from the original post. Otherwise they’ll show images they don’t own, and won’t be able to show you any other images because they don’t own the pet. The vet bill may be edited to cross out a name since scammers tend to use a different one or on rare occasions will completely copy it for themself.

If you ask them questions about the animal, they won’t be able to answer you honestly and may eventually cease contact. Real pet owners would have extra information on hand if you needed it.

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Donation scams themselves are just as common, generally taking someone else’s post and passing it off as their own. These range from medical emergencies, health related issues that need immediate attention such as being diabetic and needing insulin, or needing help getting an RV for other reasons. There are other scam types, but this post is for a general idea of what these scams are.

Medical scams are often seen as posts of accounts saying they need Humalog (insulin), or saying they need $350 for it which is “nt much” and occasionally even scams that say their nose freezes. Those who actually have a disability would usually easily be able to catch out these scammers because they’d know how Diabetes and such works. This is not to say everyone who posts these is faking it. Scammers tend to have private PayPal accounts with peculiar names though these names often take from real people.

Donation scams also take images from other websites (even Reddit!) to pass off as their own content. Sometimes these images will have watermarks on them proving they came from someone else.

General scams are usually someone saying they need groceries showing images that are USD prices but then lead to a Philippines PayPal address which wouldn’t make sense if the poster is someone in the states.

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Also not every gfm post you may see is a scammer; It’s very important to search around and locate further details disregarding posts that tell you it’s a scam but doesn’t provide any reasonable evidence and is just calling it a scam on the spot. With gfm fundraisers often getting closed due to false reports, alternative methods may be used so try and see if someone mentions it anywhere.

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This post is just a basic explanation of common donation scams. Feel free to share it around, but please don’t use it to say everyone needing mutual aid is a scam. If you know what scams are, then that’s good but others may not.

[bizarrelittlemew]

hello ida!! I love your gifs and I find the info and resources you share really helpful, especially in terms of gifmaking. I was wondering if you would mind sharing what the correct etiquette is for when we spot a stolen/uncredited gif come across our tumblr dashboard? I don’t like/reblog posts if I suspect the gif is stolen, but I wasn’t sure if there’s something more you (or gifmakers in general) wish people would do to help.

if you can’t or don’t want to answer this that’s completely fine! just if you had any tips :))). thank you for all the gifs you make for us!! x

hi anon thank you for this lovely message and great question!!

first, some tips for spotting when gifs are stolen/uncredited: (it sounds like you already know this anon but i've been asked before so i might as well include it)

if the post has several gifs and they are different sizes/dimensions - this is the easiest one perhaps. gif makers usually put effort into layout. if the gifs are weirdly cut off because they're not the same height, it's definitely suspicious

if the gifs are different quality - some grainy and/or choppy, some crisp and smooth

if the gifs use different fonts for subtitles

if the gif(s) are posted alongside unedited stills/screencaps

this is more difficult, but if the coloring styles of the gifs are different. things to look for are: saturation/vibrancy, the amount of contrast/light, the colors of the shadows, whether a particular color is very prominent/emphasized

if it's an account you don't know makes their own gifs and they suddenly post some, or if they post a lot of gifs that fit the above and from many different scenes

obviously, if the gif is watermarked with a different username that OP has never used, or if they say something like "i found this gif" or "someone posted this gif to discord"

if you actually recognize the gif(s) and know that it's made by somebody else/from a different post

these are just some things to look out for. if i see some of these signs, i usually investigate: does OP usually post gifs that you know are their own? do they have something on their blog stating they make them (like e.g. a link to their gif tag, or if it's mentioned in their bio)? of course, if it's one of the very obvious signs, like i recognize my own or a friend's gif, and it's uncredited, then it's directly to...

what to do when you spot a stolen/uncredited gif: (aka your actual question anon <3)

this is unfortunately a little more difficult since you can't control how people react to being called out for not crediting properly. luckily, most people just genuinely don't know how much work goes into giffing (i wrote a little more about this here) - they will usually be receptive and add credit to the post. but some people will be dicks no matter how kindly or even just neutrally you go about it. just remember they are the ones breaking etiquette, not you.

anyway, some things you can do if you spot a post with stolen gifs are:

don't like or reblog (as you already mentioned) - in order to not spread the uncredited version further

in a reply, ask for the source of the gif to be added to the main post. i usually mention that making gifs takes work and skill, and seeing them reposted (re-uploading to a new post, not reblogged) without credit is incredibly demotivating for the people who spend their time making them (or some variation of this)

that said, what i have sometimes done is reblog with the addition of a link to the original post(s) and asking them to not steal gifs in the future. but this is mostly when it's my own gif(s) lol

i sometimes link @saltpepperbeard's excellent post about giving proper credit

i hope this is useful/helpful and again thank you for asking <3 i'm always happy to answer questions about gifs!! 🫶

[arctophyllax]

I may hate Christmas but some people evidently don’t, so I bring to you:

Gifts the Tiefling Bachelors would give and like to receive on Christmas (+ Love Languages)

Zevlor

Love Language(s): Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

Giving:

• definitely something practical

• warm clothing, protective armor

• maybe some nice books

• alcohol, if he knows that you like alcohol

• his gifts would be sweet and heartfelt

• he would invite you to join him for the evening, take you out for dinner or let you stay over and cook for you

• he would call you to the warm fireplace after eating and give you a messily wrapped gift and perhaps a kiss on the forehead

• he’s sweet, he’s soft, he tries to always give you nice things, like you deserve

• he knows that there was a time where he couldn’t afford giving you these nice things, but that only makes it all the more important to him to do it now

• he wouldn’t expect anything in return, but if you do give him something he will accept it with the most gentle smile and another sweet kiss

Receiving:

• I feel like he would enjoy getting something that reminds him of you

• you could give him the least expensive, silliest thing and he would still thank you for it, especially when it has something to do with who you are

• a piece of your clothing that has your perfume on it (he is a cuddler who will miss you when you’re gone and you can’t convince me otherwise)

• self-made necklaces and bracelets

• gift him a nice weapon, something he can use to protect you, to protect everyone he loved

• quality time.

• simply spend time with him, he will be so happy

———————

Dammon

Love Language(s): Gift Giving, Physical Touch, Acts of Service

Giving:

• you know what I’m about do say, do I even have to say it?

• he would gift you something he made, something you can use to protect yourself

• a weapon, armor, enchanted jewellery

• yes, rings

• he’s so sly, he will make you a nice weapon or a ring and carve in a little watermark

• is it to mark his work? Is it to mark you? You might never know

• books, he knows his way around books… he would pick up on your reading habits and gift you just the right thing

• might gift you something… suggestive. If you’re up for that

• again, quality time

• he’s the type to work even on christmas, but you’re the one person who can pull him away from his l work with one mere word

• would be content to spend the entire evening with you in his arms

• would assure you over and over again how much you mean to him

Receiving:

• if you’re an artist, gift him something you drew or painted

• if you’re a writer, you write him a story or a poem

• if you do any other crafts that require a certain degree of creativity, give him something you made

• inviting him for dinner is also on the table

• be extra affectionate and give him a ton of random kisses

• hang up mistletoes

• you won’t regret that one

• as with Zevlor, he would enjoy something that reminds him of you: clothing with your scent (this has innuendos), random things you found on your travels, trinkets and (non-enchanted) jewellery (of personal value, he likes knowing that you trust him with things that are of personal value to you)

• the obvious: materials (especially infernal ones)

———————

Rolan

Love Language(s): Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Gift Giving

Giving:

• his presence

• magic shows, little lessons of him also teaching you some tricks

• magic, magic, magic, so much magic

• the type for handwritten letters

• careful, those handwritten letters are one of the only times in the year that he lets his sassy act down and is entirely honest — he probably wrote it drunk

• he would praise you in the letter, tell you how beautiful and strong you are, how much he liked you ever since you dared to tell him to stay at the grove

• alcohol, definitely the type to gift you the best alcohol he can find

• a dance (he’s classy like that)

• after act 3, invites you to Ramazith tower and shows you all the secrets and surprises he found (he’s very excited)

• also shows you his favourite books in the tower

Receiving:

• anything enchanted (this includes you)

• a letter in return to his

• food. Feed that man, he deserves it.

• sweet things, pretty Christmas cookies, build a gingerbread house with him (it’ll be chaotic)

• depending on how good you can cook, you can cook him a hearty stew, something with dark broth, soft meat and a little red wine in it to spice up the taste

• hug him

• he acts like he doesn’t enjoy being hugged but he absolutely does.

• and he NEEDS to be hugged

• tell him he’s precious

• take him to the Christmas market & hold his hand the whole time

[whumpacabra]

How would someone start posting their writings and things on tumblr...? Im new to actually posting and lost!

Hi! My advice is largely writing based; I’ll put a more detailed explanation under the cut, but basically:

1. Change your default blog icon/bio/etc. if you haven’t already (people may mistake you for a bot and block you if you’re using the default avatar!)

2. Keep your posts organized, especially writing. Make it easy for a reader to find a list of chapters, the previous, and the next piece in a series by linking them on a post.

3. Initiate interaction and maintain connections. Reblog other writer’s work with comments in the tags or notes; play ‘ask games’ off anon or DM blogs you want to be friends with. It’s awkward and intimidating but honestly consistent interaction is what will bring people to your blog regardless of its content, just to check out what your blog is like.

Customizing your blog

This is a big one - regardless of your blog content or interactions, no one trusts a default icon in their notes. Make it a stock image watermarked photo, make it a solid color, but do not leave it as the default geometric shape. Bots and spam accounts rarely customize their icons, so you’ll be lumped in with them and summarily blocked.

Blog titles aren’t super important, but it can be nice to customize it to your blog content or just a silly phrase to indicate “hello I am a real human do not block me please.” Blog descriptions are pretty straightforward. I advise going light on personal details (especially if you’re a minor) but generally a name people can refer to you as and your pronouns is all people are looking for in a description. You can also customize your blog colors, but it’s a good idea to be mindful of readability (eg. avoiding eye strain, colorblind unfriendly combinations, etc.).

I would also recommend turning on your blog’s custom theme (see guide linked here). This can only be done on desktop, but it makes my second point about organization easier. A standard blog will link as tumblr.url.com, but a custom domain will like as url.tumblr.com. A custom theme changes your blog’s links to ‘permalinks.’ This means that if you change your blog name (its url), permalinks will not break, so you don’t have to go through every link on every post to change your url in the link. You can also edit the html custom theme of your blog it this is enabled, as well as access your blog archive.

Organization and links

Obviously tagging your work appropriately helps it reach people - tag browsing is generally how people find blogs to follow outside of their dashboard. But that means you might tag chapter 26 of a work that shows up, in isolation, for a reader. If they think it’s interesting and want to go to the very beginning, how many clicks does it take? It shouldn’t take too many - people get bored or frustrated very quickly when investigating something new and might decide it isn’t worth their time.

Appropriately linking up your story and making it easily accessible to readers isn’t a hard and fast ‘you must do it this way or no one will ever read anything’ kind of rule. But, I think, making your posts as easy and simple as possible for a new reader to approach is good. A reader might scroll through your blog post by post to find what they want, but if you make it easy for them, it decreases their frustration or boredom by minimizing search time.

The easiest and first step would be to make a masterpost. This can be a Blog Masterpost (usually pinned, containing multiple links to multiple different story masterposts- not just chapters) or a Story Masterpost (tagged with the story name, one story’s chapters all consolidated in one place). You can see an example of a pinned blog masterpost and it’s linked story masterposts at the top of my blog.

If you’re writing a sequential story (or intend to have the story readable in a sequential chapter by chapter order), it helps the reader to link a) the story masterpost, b) the previous chapter, and c) the next chapter, somewhere on the post itself. You can see a few different examples of that in my writing posts, as my style and UI philosophy has evolved over time.

Organizing your writing by tag isn’t as ‘important’ as tagging your story appropriately for new readers to find. If you haven’t been here long, you should know that tumblr’s search function can be truly terrible and fail to find something you know to exist. This is why activating your blog’s custom theme (and therefore it’s archive and the ability to access a post’s permalink) is so important. You can manually force a search of a specific tag if you’re at a url.tumblr.com blog, but you are at the whims of tumblr’s noodle code trying to search a tumblr.url.com blog.

I tag my writing (and reblogs of other people’s writing) with specific unique tags so that I personally can have an easier time searching for them, but not everyone will notice, use, or care for unique tag searching given tumblr’s unpredictability.

Interact

So, your blog looks like it was made by a human being, your posts are meticulously organized and easily accessible, now what? Do you just wait for someone browsing the #enemies to lovers tag to find your story? No!

Tumblr is a microblogging platform with social media elements. There is no traditional algorithm that will magically bring your target audience to your blog. If you want to be social, you need to initiate social interactions. That means reblogging posts as a bare minimum.

Liking posts can garner some interaction - someone might see your icon in their notes and think oh a person let me check out their blog - but it doesn’t…say anything. Reblogging a post says very clearly ‘i want to share this with people’ regardless of your actual follower count (‘cause this is tumblr and no one but you can see your follower count, as it should be).

If you’re reblogging someone else’s work, you probably liked it, and might have some compliment or comment regarding it - share it! You can ramble in the tags, write in the notes, or write it directly in your reblog. This a) is a really nice thing to do; writers love and remember people who have comments on their writing and b) reinforces that you’re a human being (that a writer could personally thank, start a conversation with, share ideas, etc.). Having something to say makes you stand out in someone’s activity, and in the notes of a post. Both the OP and anyone else looking at that post will see your comment or tags, and that can incentivize them to check out your blog and your writing.

Obviously you want to approach this as a community building exercise, not min-maxing your interaction to get the most attention, but you shouldn’t be super friendly or overly involved if you don’t want to - it will show and come off as insincere. This is where the whole ‘be yourself’ thing comes in where it’s trite and sucks but it’s true. There are people who will vibe with you somewhere on this hellsite, you just gotta find them. Step out of your comfort zone but don’t force yourself to be something you’re not.

[revasserium]

reqs are open :)

the butterfly effect

tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck

he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.

“well, it’s just a high school club.”

is it?

“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”

are you?

after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.

“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.

“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.

“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”

his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.

“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.

he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.

“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”

you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.

“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”

tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.

“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”

your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —

“tsukki! look! look! snow!”

he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.

“yeah. i see it.”

but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.

“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.

“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”

you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.

“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.

he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.

“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”

his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.

“well you are.”

“what, by saying i was normal?”

“yes, and that this was just a club.”

he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.

“well. it is, and… i am.”

you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —

“liar,” you say.

“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”

he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —

you take half a step back.

he allows himself a smile.

because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.

“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.

“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.

“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.

because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.

and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.

[liyazaki]

one of the tags I see/asks I get the most related to GIF making is “how do you GIF that fast?”

I’m by no means the fastest creator out there & it’s not a speed test anyway, even if it feels like it sometimes. that being said, I’m obsessed with efficiency & my neurospicy brain doesn’t like monotony. if there’s a way to automate what I don’t like so I can skip to the good part, I’ll find it.

there are a bunch of things I do that have streamlined my process over the years, but if I had to choose only one? creating actions.

the moment you find settings you like (sharpening, sizing, etc.), make. an. action. I don’t even want to think about all the hours I wasted before I figured out how to make them.

I created actions for the two GIF sizes I use the most: full size (540x390) & half size, or two GIFs side by side (268x400).

with one click in Photoshop- let me repeat, ONE- the following is immediately applied:

play speed is slowed (makes GIFs look better)

my video is converted to a Smart Object

my video is cropped

my video is resized

my sharpening is added (3 in total)

my noise layer is added

my watermark is added

my subtitle text is added (I still have to add the text, but the text box with the font I use is ready to go)

the adjustment layers I use the most are added, including Curves, Levels, Color Balance, Selective Color, Brightness/Contrast & Vibrance (after my action has run, I’ll manually add coloring presets I’ve already created from previous episodes, shows, etc. & tweak them as needed. no reason to reinvent the wheel)

with all the repetitive work done for me, I can focus on the thing I love most: COLORING 🌈

it’ll take a minute to learn how to create your own actions, but I swear it’ll change your life!

[crimsonizedangel]

An Escape at Starfall

Pairings: Cassian x oc

Rating: nsfw

Warnings: oral, piv, slight voyeurism/ exhibition

(Not my art (I kept the watermark in it so credits to the artwork go to foxy art) Is my fanfic based on Acotar by SJMaas. If you want me to do a part two or if you have any requests please feel free to message me. I will rearrange my master list tomorrow sometime)

I stood looking at myself in the mirror. Morrigan was going to be stopping by soon to take me with her up to the House of Wind for Starfall. She lent me an emerald green dress that had a slit on each leg. I didn’t mind them as they accentuated my long legs. I paired it with some silver heels and jewelry. I managed to fix my golden curls into a partial updo that went with the dress and was finishing sticking some pearl pins into some of the curls when Mor arrived.

“Elodie that dress fits you better than it did me.” She greeted me as she came over and helped me with the finishing touches on my hair. “I can think of a certain Illyrian warrior that will probably think the same thing.”

My eyes met hers in the mirror with a scowl on my face. “I never should have told you that I had a crush on Cassian.”

Mor just shrugged “it’s not your fault you let it slip after a night out at Rita’s with me.”

I remembered that night well. Mor had convinced me after we spent the day training with Nesta and Feyre that we all needed to go out. The other two women met us there and we spent well into the night drinking and dancing at the bar. Well sometime when I was walking back with Mor I let slip in my drunken state that I had a thing for the Illyrian and she hasn’t let me forget it.

“Come on let’s go.” I told her. I easily could have winnowed up there myself but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t the first to arrive. Mor ended up winnowing us up and I braced myself for the fall onto the veranda with her only to see a glimmer of blue and red as Cassian and Azriel stepped onto the veranda just in time and I thanked the cauldron when I felt the strong male hands catch me instead of risking landing on the heels that I wore.

“We got a heads up from some of Az’s friends that you two were on your way.” Cass informed us and I just sent a look to Az.

“Thank you for the catch I’m not sure how well my landing would have been.” I told Cassian with a smile “Az do you have spies at my apartment?” I asked the shadow singer.

Az just smiled and shrugged as he walked away opening the doors to the dining room for us.

“Don’t worry Az has shadows everywhere but he usually doesn’t share with others what they tell him unless it’s important.” Cass informed me.

“In this case I’m happy he decides to share the information.” I smiled coolly at him “what else has he shared with you?” I asked him after seeing we were now the only ones out there.

Cass gave me a wicked grin before leaning into my ear and purring “I’ll tell you later. Right now let’s go inside and get some drinks. But Mor was right I do love that dress on you.”

“You.” I started saying but my thought was interrupted by a low chuckle from Cass as he led me inside and out of the way as Rhys flew in holding onto Feyre and Elain.

Azriel, Mor, and Nesta were inside already with drinks of their own as we entered and I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a glass of wine.

“None for me?” Cassian jested. I only elbowed him lightly as I walked over to where Mor was talking with Az and Amren.

I greeted them before taking a sip of my wine. I didn’t really pay attention to what they were talking about my mind was on what Cass said earlier about agreeing with Mor and loving my dress. Information that must’ve been shared to him by Az and his shadows and made me think about what else he might have been informed of that involved me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Rhys made an announcement that we should all go outside if we wanted to see the stars soon. I was about to walk out onto the veranda when I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm stopping me. I turned to see Cassian who didn’t say anything but made a motion with his head to follow him up to the sparring ring on the roof and then noticed him grab a couple bottles of wine as we passed the bar cart on our way to the stairs.

“So are you going to tell me why you brought me up here?” I asked once we were almost up to the roof.

“This is why.” Cassian replied as we stepped out and I saw the most beautiful view of the shooting stars. It wasn’t my first starfall by any means but this was the best view of it that I had scene in all my years as a fae.

“Wow.” Was the only thing I was able to get out as I had the biggest grin on my face as I watched the stars. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah it is.” Cass muttered out. I turned to look at him still smiling only to see him staring at me instead of the night sky.

My smile faulted as I realized he wasn’t talking about the stars but me. “Cass thank you for bringing me up here.” I grabbed one of the bottles of wine from him and poured some in both of our glasses. “So are you going to tell me what else Azriel has told you?”

Cassian smirked at me as he took a sip of his wine. “Elodie don’t be mad at Azriel or Mor.” He started saying and I raised an eyebrow about to ask him why when he took a deep breath and continued talking “I like you. I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now and when you confessed to Mor she told me along with Azriel since his shadows told him.” I could only stare at him in shock as my brain worked to understand what he just confessed to me.

I saw him about to say something and I smiled again at him “you like me.” It wasn’t really a question so much as a statement of understanding. I saw Cass shake his head and mutter how stupid he was for telling me. He wasn’t paying attention to me anymore and so I grabbed his black dress shirt, that I was pretty sure he borrowed from Rhys, and pulled him closer to me as my lips met his. It only took him a moment before realizing that I was kissing him before he started kissing me back. I broke the kiss when I felt something hit my face and when I saw the glow on Cassians face I let out a laugh. “We got hit by a star.” I told him when I saw his confused look and then he started laughing himself as another one hit us. I finished the wine that was in my glass before setting in down and turning back to Cassian. He had finished his own glass and had set his glass down by my own along with the bottles.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you look beautiful and now with the glow of the stars you look even better. “ he purred into my ear as he pulled me into him. “Also this dress hugs your ass nicely.”

“Hmm is that so?” I asked him. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I muttered against his lips before kissing him again. My hands sliding into his hair thankful for the heels I was wearing to help with the height difference that we typically had between us. I felt one of his hands grab my ass as the other went to the back of my neck.

He squeezed my ass causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in and for me to taste the alcohol on him.

“Cass.” I breathed out as he kissed down my neck leaving little marks as he went. “Cass” I breathed out again this time as a half moan. “Do you want to do this up here or in your room?” I finally got out.

“Elodie that’s up to you. Up here no one is going to come bother us but if we go down we might run into someone along the way.” He told me before going back to kissing my neck and shoulder. I thought about it as best I could as I was getting lost in his touch.

“Yeah let’s stay up here.” I agreed and I felt him smile against my skin. My hands started undoing the buttons on his shirt and I ran my fingers over his chiseled chest. His hand found one of the slits of my dress and rubbed my thigh before moving higher and cupping my ass where he discovered the scandalous secret I was hiding.

“No underwear huh?” He chuckled and had a wicked grin on his face. “You’re lucky that when you landed there wasn’t a gust of wind otherwise both Az and I might’ve gotten a little peak.”

“You’re wicked you know that.” I laughed “besides I don’t think either of you would have minded.” That comment earned me a growl from him as he was back on me and this time tearing the straps of my dress resulting in the entire thing pooling at my feet around my strappy heels and revealing that I indeed wore nothing underneath. He took off the rest of his shirt and when my eyes met his all I could see was lust in his eyes.

“Elodie by the cauldron you’re gorgeous.” He muttered as he cupped my face with his hands and started kissing me again. He let his hands wander down my body pinching my nipples, cupping my ass, and eventually his mouth followed down as he nipped and sucked my breasts causing me to let out a breathy moan.

It wasn’t long until he moved further down and he was moving one of my thighs over his shoulder. I felt him kissing up my thigh, blow air onto my clit, and kiss down the other thigh.

“Cass you’re such a tease.” I gasped out.

“What do you want baby?” He asked me with a devilish grin.

“Cassian just fucking touch me, taste me, fuck me, just do something.” I sounded ridiculous with how I was begging him. That was all he needed to hear though as he dove in. He was licking me, sucking my clit, and plunging his tongue in like his life depended on it. I wasn’t sure how I was still standing and was certain that Cassian was doing most of the work keeping me upright with one hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my thigh. My hands were tangled in his hair to help keep my balance and to keep him where I wanted him. I was trying my best to keep my moans quiet as I remembered where we were and that not far below us were all of our friends. It had been so long since I had even been with anyone else and Cassian definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that it wasn’t long before I came undone and my juices were flowing over his face.

Once I had caught my breath I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He held me steady as he lowered my leg and I wobbled on my shaky legs. He grinned at me as he stood up.

“So Elodie how do you want it?” He whispered in my ear. My legs just about gave out as I thought about the endless possibilities and his arms wrapped tighter around me as his eyes glistened with amusement. I was certain he knew what I was thinking.

“I don’t care. Against the wall, by the railing, on the floor. I don’t care where we do it.” I answered honestly “wherever we do it though just know you might have to keep me upright cause I can guarantee you that my legs will be shaking and give out.”

I saw the lust return to his eyes as he lowered me to the floor and I watched as he removed his pants. His erection sprang free hitting his abdomen and I sucked in air at the size. All I could think about was wing size did matter.

Cassian kneeled in front of me and I watched as he gently rubbed his tip against my slit before leaning over me and capturing my lips in a kiss as a gently and slowly inserted himself a little at a time until he was all the way in. We were moaning into each other’s mouths as we both adjusted and he started moving himself in and out of me. My eyes rolled back and I closed them. Both of us fought internal battles to keep the noise down so as to not disturb the party downstairs. He broke the kiss and grabbed ahold of my thighs, placing my feet on his shoulders as he started pounding into me. My nails raked down his arms and a few times bumped against his wings making him shudder.

The sensation of being with Cassian, being on the roof where anyone could hear or see us, and the falling stars around us was all wonderful and I felt myself start to clench around him right before I had to pull his face down to mine to muffle to scream I let out as I came around his cock. I must have squeezed him as I came because he filled me shortly after with his own moans into my mouth as he did so. He dropped his head to my shoulder as we both came down from our highs and caught our breath.

We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out and rolled off of me.

“That was…” I started saying but couldn’t get the words out.

“Yeah.” Cassian agreed with me. The only movement we made was to sit against the wall to watch the rest of starfall together. Cassian had put his pants back on and gave me his shirt after we saw the damage that was done to the dress. Neither of us bothered with the glasses and instead just passed the bottles back and forth until they were both empty.

“Come on you can stay with me here if you want.” Cassian offered and helped me up before picking up my dress. I just nodded an agreement too tired to even want to try to get back to my apartment. Even though his shirt covered everything on me he still walked in front of me to block the view of anyone we might pass on our way down to his room.

I forgot how much I hated the steps in the house of wind until I was walking down them drunk and in heels. I was so happy when we finally got to the level of Cassians room where we saw Azriel smirking at us as he entered his own room. Cassian held the door open to his room for me and the first thing I did was take my heels off before heading to the bathroom to take off my makeup and undo my hair before crawling into the giant bed with Cass.

“Goodnight Cass.” I muttered. I felt him move closer to me and an arm and wing drape over me.

“Goodnight Elodie. You look even hotter wearing my shirt.” He breathed into my hair and I smiled to myself and snuggled into him before drifting off to sleep.

[shadowfoxsilver]

How many scams are on tumblr? A lot, actually! Much like other social media platforms, tumblr is also home to accounts who only joined to get money off people via stealing content from other websites. This can range from various sources sometimes even private ones that are not as easy to locate! Even when trying to locate the real fundraising post that they took from, you don’t often easily find it if it wasn’t publicly posted. These accounts usually try their best to look like a regular tumblr user but there are a few easy ways to tell somthing isn’t right. I’ll explain them below under the readmore.

For short version, a brand new blog asking you for money should be treated with caution since it’s highly unlikely they are a real person needing mutual aid. If they sent you ask after you shared a certain post, it’s probably just a scam. If you are needing mutual aid, please don’t spam asks to users all at once.

If you like this post and found it useful, feel free to use it when you get an ask and also share it to your friends!

For example, these scam accounts often share a few popular trending posts or a few popular tagged posts they find when browsing the ‘For You’ page. These are often accounts who regularly post content that gets several thousand notes in a short span. Usually these posts are constantly then shared by scammers who use them to populate their account with posts of a certain theme or topic that is relevant to what may be going on at a certain time. Occasionally the posts may just be random posts to mix it up a little.

Additionally, the accounts who scam people will have a relatively new account with their first few posts only being a few hours old at best or even a week old otherwise. Keep in mind some accounts may backdate their posts to look older then they really are. For example, a reblog may be dated April 24,2021 but when you use timestamps and check the notes it’s actually dated April 20, 2024. This is a way for scammers to make their posts seem much older than they should be. While this may have a legitimate purpose for writers, it doesn’t really have much of a use outside of that even if someone does it to be funny. If someone catches you backdating posts, it’s better to come clean instead of ignoring the evidence.

At times, these scam accounts also take images off legitimate fundraisers and use them as their own even if a watermark on the image shows it’s been stolen from somewhere else. Scammers will edit these images to make sure locating the original is difficult and then get evasive if you show them the source they got it from. They may even claim that the source stole it from them and that your being mean to them when all you did was provide proof that they don’t own the image their posting and claiming is theirs. These images may range from a veterinarian bill to a hospital bill or images took from news sources about assorted issues going on at that point in time.

Usually, these scam accounts also claim the links they’re using is something it’s not. Or say the link is to a fundraiser, but it’s to something entirely different. Occasionally the link may be made using multiple colors for no real reason so don’t do that of you had the idea to. This isn’t a common thing among scam accounts! But it’s been seen across a few here and there.

Lastly, these scams accounts may pretend to be part of a minority in order to get more sympathy from those who see their accounts. They will also pretend to have some kind of health issue such as claiming they need medicine to stop their lungs from collapsing or medicine to stop their nose from freezing. Usually not much of a common scam attempt, but you’ll usually spot the issue with their claims. Most commonly these scams relate to saying they can’t afford insulin and ask for prices that ,while plausible, can be made cheaper with available resources.

As a bonus point, scammers may yell at you if you call them out so please make sure to take proper care to ensure they can’t do that.

[ourhees]

i just saw your recent post and YES PLEASE!! i would LOVE a tutorial on how you make graphics! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ofc !! u ask & u shall receive

GRAPHICS TUT 🪷

WANT THiS ?

apps needed: canva

canva is very easy to manage, you just honestly need an idea of what you what ! ex: a magazine cover

one. import your image being used. crop to your liking

two. go to “elements” and search for anything you may use for your graphic. i used “star” and “oval”. you can also use “shapes” to get those stars above.

(keep in mind: when you do search “star” and “oval” make sure you look under “frames”. frames are like all different shapes and you can add pictures which’ll turn into the shape)

three. play around with the frames and elements until you find something you like.

four. add texts, make the texts eye catching. something that’ll really grasps someone’s attention when they look at your graphic

five. watermark your graphic !! don’t let anyone take ur hard work !

tips. play around with canva. try out different things until you find something that suits your liking. it does take some time but it’s fun ^_^

💌 : & woowoo you’re done ! if you’d like a separate tutorial for the new jean coloring i’d be more than happy to drop that as well. if you have any troubles or concerns you can message me >_< !!

[theofficial-aug]

Commissions are Open!

Shown above is a small collection of drawings I’ve done recently. All commissions start at 15USD and will increase in price based off color preference, number of overall characters, how much of the character is drawn, and background. Or, feel free to let me know your budget and we can discuss from there!

(This is an example of what I mean when I say color preference)

More info under the cut!

✅WILL DRAW✅:

Suggestive/Light NSFW (person purchasing must be 18+ and all characters being drawn must be 18+ also)

Humans/Humanoids

Non-sexual nudity

Fursonas (I don’t have any recent examples but I promise I can)

OCs (original characters)

Fanart from your favorite shows (or books, given there is enough description of the character)

^^ Going off of that, I can draw self insert art of you/your friend and your/their favorite fictional characters!

Cartoon versions of you or your loved ones

TTRPG characters

Blood/Light Gore

Social Media PFP (credit must be given somewhere on buyer’s account)

Lots more — open to further discussion

❌Will NOT Draw❌:

Gore

Style copying

Pictures with racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic/ect. themes

Any depiction of animal or child endangerment

Incestuous/Pedophilic relationships

Fetish art

Real People Ships (unless it is you and your significant other)

Mecha/Robot

General Rules!

I have a right to refuse any requests or edits for any reason

Every commission will have a very clear and obvious watermark on it — this is not to be tampered with or edited/cropped out. If you intend to crop a larger image for your profile picture, inform me as soon as possible so I can place the watermark in an appropriate area.

If you intend to post your commission online, then you are more than welcome to! Just please make sure you are crediting me by my username and/or attaching a link directly to my social media.

I DO NOT consent to any artwork of mine, purchased or not, to be used to train AI.

If at any point after payment I am threatened, harassed, or otherwise am made uncomfortable by the buyer, I have the right to cease the commission with partial refund (refund will be based on how much work has gone into the piece).

Just be respectful.

Payment Information

I am currently only taking payments via Venmo.

After discussing what is to be drawn, I will send a very rough sketch for review. This is the point where the buyer can request changes and edits. After we’ve settled on a sketch that satisfies, payment will be required for me to continue working on the commission.

If you would like to commission me, please message me on here or Instagram!

[iridiss]

Hihi! I was wondering if I could use this template for my OC’s/ my clan from clangen? As ongoing as I don’t take out your watermark ofc

Your post that has the funky/pos template: https://www.tumblr.com/iridiss/742100118792241152

Absolutely!! And yeah just don’t remove the watermark lol, but otherwise go right ahead, it’s open for anybody to use! Thank you! ^^

Here’s the empty template: