#i made my friend send this Q lmao

[tmrwds]

Jere was answering Whatsapp messages on the YleX show with Sonny - here's mine 🥹

Q: "What clothes are you gonna wear next tour if all your pants are ripped? Will you still wear the bolero?"

A: "new (ones) are coming but old will be fixed :D i will surely use the bolero for a long time when i perform chacha :D"

[lovebombs4life]

hate sex with luke 😙🙏🏻🩵

animosity - l.r.h.

requested: yes! thank you for the request, and keep sending them in :)

a/n: y’all love the hate fucking concept LMAO i can’t blame you.

cw: SMUT!! slight angst, rough sex, swearing, choking, reader goes into head space, fluffy end

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i had never met a person who was more insufferable than luke hemmings. i tried to be nice to him, i really did. i don’t know what i did that made him hate me so quickly, but i know he’d rather die than be alone in a room with me.

we had met because of your mutual friends. michael had introduced me to the group, and i had been so excited to meet them all. when i had met luke, it was like he decided he hated me, right then and there.

i had made efforts to talk to him and involve him in conversations, but he would only glare at me and respond with a dry tone.

the decision to hangout with everyone tonight at michael’s apartment was a bold one. i knew luke was going to be there, and i knew he’d avoid me the whole night if i was lucky.

sometimes he’d pretend i wasn’t there. other times, not so much. he would mock me and just be a massive dick.

i decided to not worry about that for tonight, and continue getting ready before heading to michael’s.

i had put on my usual mascara and eyeliner, and decided on wearing one of my favorite cardigans over a tank top, and a small flowing skirt.

as i left my house, i texted michael letting him know id be there soon. once i arrived, i knocked on the door, immediately being let in, and pulled into a hug by michael. i laughed at his actions.

michael was almost like a little brother to me, despite him being a few years older. i walked through the door, seeing everyone was already here.

“we were just getting drinks out, want one?” michael asked. i glanced over at the group, seeing luke’s eyes already burning into mine. i looked back at michael, nodding my head.

he passed me a shot, giving me a wine cooler afterwards to get the taste from the shot out of my mouth. i walked to the living room, sitting down on the floor, leaning my back against the couch.

luke’s eyes still stuck on me with a scowl. i ignored it, trying to enjoy my time with my favorite people. we sat there drinking, talking about anything and everything. at this point, i was the only person truly sober, besides luke.

we all started gossiping, talking about people we knew and didn’t necessarily like. “i swear, the chick next door to me is actually crazy. she’s got this boyfriend who just yells at her constantly and just spews insults at her, yet she’s still with him!” i spoke in disbelief.

“maybe you guys have something in common.” luke muttered. heads turned to him, confused looks on everyone’s face. “what does that mean, luke?” i questioned.

he smirked, knowing he was about to get a rise out of me. “i mean that you’re both crazy.” he spoke flatly.

“and why is that?” i continued asking. he just chuckled before answering me.

“she’s crazy in the sense she lets this guy keep coming back. you’re crazy in the sense that you think any guy will come back to you.” he spat.

“what are you trying to say about me luke? that im desperate?” i asked. he shrugged.

“if the shoe fits. i think we all know you’re a bit of a slut, y/n.” he spoke. tears pricked my eyes.

“woah, no one, and i mean no one, thinks that about y/n.” caluk spoke up. i bit down on my lip trying not to let luke win and see me cry.

he continued smirking, knowing i was holding back. i stood up, walking to where he was. once close enough, i stood there staring down at him.

he raised an eyebrow, curious what i was doing. i quickly pulled back my hand, slapping him hard across the face. “fuck you, luke.” i spoke, walking to michael’s guest room, closing the door.

i had sucked back the tears, now only letting myself be angry. what the hell did i ever do to him? why did he hate me so much? why did-

my thoughts were cut off by the door opening. i turned my head. of course it was him. he quickly crossed the room to me, grabbing my wrists.

“you think you can just get away with that? you’re sorely mistaken, darling.” he said darkly. he pushed me to the wall, kissing me hard.

i gasped at his actions. if he hated me so much, why was he doing this? it was almost as if he read my mind.

“wanna know why i fucking hate you, y/n? cause you act like you’re so fucking perfect. like you’re too good for anyone. too good for me.” he growled. i raised my brow.

“i tried to be nice to you, luke. you’re just a fucking asshole.” i spat back at him. he pinned me to the wall with his hips. i gasped at the feeling, taking notice of his hard cock.

“i knew you were a fucking slut.” he smirked, seeing my reaction to him pressing against me. he grabbed my throat squeezing it harshly.

i let out a moan, my eyes rolling back. he groaned, kissing me again, roughly. i whimpered as he held onto my throat, making him laugh darkly.

he pulled away, staring into my eyes. “so gorgeous.” he cooed, making my face heat up.

“what, so the hating me thing was all an act?” i teased.

“don’t test me, y/n. it may be all an act but i’m gonna fuck you like it wasn’t.” he spoke boldly, making me melt into his touch.

he swiftly pulled my top off, throwing it across the room. he kissed down my chest, leaving rough hickies along my neck and collarbones. i gasped, loving the feeling.

he slid my skirt off, dipping his hand underneath my panties. his fingers rubbed my clit, causing me to moan. he continued suckling on my neck, purple marks already showing.

without warning, his fingers slipped inside my heat, curling upwards. my knees weakened, causing luke to grab one of my thighs to hold me up. i tugged on his hair, pulling him back to kiss me.

“please, need more.” i begged. he laughed, continuing his actions. “you think you’re gonna get what you want?” he asked. i pouted, making him bite down on my lip.

i squealed, throwing my head back. he removed his hands from me before i could get close to cumming, causing me to whine.

he picked me up, dropping me onto the bed. he pulled my panties off, unbuckling his belt afterwards. he kicked his jeans and boxers off, making me squeeze my thighs at the site of him.

his dick was hard and red, begging for attention. he stroked himself a few times, before slamming into me. i let out a scream, but it was cut short as luke cupped his hand around my mouth.

he smirked at my position. “so fuckin pretty. this is why i’ve hated you baby. cause i haven’t been the one wrecking you.” he grunted, pulling my leg above his shoulder.

i gasped as he hit deeper, and at such a fast pace. the pain and pleasure sent my head spinning. tears fell from my cheeks, making luke laugh as he wiped away the tears.

“don’t cry angel, you’re taking me so well.” he praised, still slamming into me. i cried out in pleasure from his words.

my eyes started rolling back, and my head felt fuzzy. i felt my stomach tighten, signaling that i was close. “g-gonna cum.” i squeaked, feeling myself release on his cock.

he squeezed my thighs, pulling out as he came on my stomach. i was still gasping for air, my head still feeling foggy.

i stared off at the ceiling, my body still shaking. “y/n? you in there?” i hear luke ask me. when he didn’t get a response from me, he sat up, shaking me. he started panicking. grabbing me, and pulling me close.

“angel, you’re scaring me. need you to use your words, are you alright?” he questioned. i slowly started to come down, squeezing his shoulder as he held me.

he sighed in relief, stroking my hair. “was i good?” i asked meekly. he nodded his head.

“did so good. might’ve fucked you too good.” he boasted. i smiled into his chest.

“so you don’t really hate me?” i looked up at him. he shook his head, kissing mine.

“i only hated you because you weren’t mine.” he whispered.

“i wanna be yours, luke.” i said softly.

“then be mine, y/n.”

[metfell]

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[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: leftistgnf

today's interviewee (after far too long letting this sit in my drafts) is leftistgnf/marg, also known for running the gnflegalteam blog! they were kind enough to answer my laundry list of questions, and i'm excited to finally share them with you all!

Q: What do you remember about the mcytblr awards?

A: omg i hope this isn’t a disappointing way to start but i actually remember very little about these. were these the ones angie markets did? i just remember attempts to make mcytblr-wide events like this usually got complained about because the fandom was too big lol.

Q: What was the gnflegalteam blog?

A: probably the most poorly-aging part of my digital footprint 😭sometime in late 2021 i started doing a bit on my blog where i’d roleplay as a lawyer defending george from the gay allegations. on april fools day 2022 i made a sideblog with this fake press release about how we lost our case and needed help with the appeal and people started sending asks and it became a whole little side project. it was honestly pretty fun! people who already didn’t really fuck with me called it parasocial, but so was everything we were all doing all the time. unfortunately it is gone forever now…. after the story about george sexually assaulting caiti became public i made a final post telling him to kill himself and someone reported it and tumblr deleted the sideblog LMAO. it was a pretty fitting way for it to go out.

Q: What was the "drama stream" that you and Hari streamed?

A: HAHAHA okay this was like, summer 2022 i think? i had made this channel with the gnflegalteam username just to talk in sol’s twitch chat, with no intention of ever streaming, but hari and i began kicking around the idea of doing a “””drama stream””” where we’d mostly talk about cc drama. i’m not sure how to best describe this but: we, and our friends, tended to disagree with the dtblr majority on a lot of controversies. and dtblr could be really vicious when you had differing opinions! even on inconsequential stuff like lore takes! so people already saw me and hari as being toxic and controversial, just because we held those differing opinions, and i guess i felt like i didn’t have anything to lose by talking about it all at once.

admittedly we clickbaited it a lot and probably flew too close to the sun and hari made a very uhhh.. inflammatory advertisement for it. but looking back i don’t think we actually talked about anything THAT crazy. like i said, most of the “drama” was related to creators or the dsmp and not other tumblr users. there was a group of blogs who specifically planned a stream at the same time as ours and made posts about choosing positivity or something, which blew what we were doing way out of proportion and created its own unnecessary drama. but the stream itself, after all the angry anons we got leading up to it, was a lot of fun. it attracted a lot more attention than i ever expected. i infamously got connoreatspants to react to a raid from a channel called “gnflegalteam,” which was probably one of my favorite moments of my whole mcytblr experience.

Q: What was it like to be in 404blr?

A: 404blr, especially in the earlier days, was nice because there were so few of us who actually considered themselves “”george mains.”” george never streamed and was barely even active on social media so a lot of the community bonding happened over content droughts. i remember a lot of thinkpieces on the trajectory of his career and these floods of desperate “i miss george” posts. also, i know you didn’t ask about 404cord but i want to mention it briefly because basically everyone on 404blr ended up joining in the first couple of days. before all the drama it was really just 404blr people, plus a couple dream stans who also really liked george. it used to be very fun and normal!

imo most of the conflict surrounding 404blr happened when we fought with other subblrs. there was definitely a clash between dream/dnf mains and george mains, because they would really mischaracterize and over-sexualize george in ways that felt weird to us. in the context of shipping, george was always portrayed as this blushing virginal twinkish nymphomaniac. in general a lot of self-proclaimed dnf/dream team mains were really just dream mains who liked george as the other half of a ship and didn’t really care about him as a person. honestly, we were always just on a soapbox trying to convince people that george was a fun interesting good streamer.

it’s complicated to look back on because obviously i think george is really fucking gross now, which colors all my memories of being a fan of his. i don’t know that i still agree with my past self about him being particularly good at streaming either. but i met a lot of friends through 404blr and generally think about that specific community fondly

Q: Why was Hari in people's blocklists?

A: hmm i won’t say too much about this just because it’s not my exposé to give. but like early 2021, when i had just joined mcytblr, there was this discord server that hari was in, and they had a conflict that escalated to the point of some members putting her and “her supporters” in their dnis. it was really bizarre because they talked about her like she was a problematic content creator and not a friend they fought with. i was mutuals with a couple of the people who were mad at her and they were vagueposting like she killed their entire family. iirc everyone involved was very young at the time, which i think explains a lot of how that went down.

Q: Do you think there was an overlap between inniters and 404blr?

A: yes thanks to me! JUST KIDDING. i personally was a big clingy duo fan so i followed a lot of inniters and ended up being friends with a lot of inniters, but most of them didn’t really gaf about george. a lot of inniters (sbi fandom in general) didn’t like dream and really didn’t like rpf so we were a little star-crossed… i can’t speak for innitblr as a whole but there were definitely jokes among my mutuals about a couple of us being token george mains or token dnfers. because george (at the time) was kind of controversy-free and also interacted a lot with the uk dsmp creators, i think it was easier for them to let 404blr into their hearts than like, dreamblr or dtblr.

on the other side, a lot of dtblr people hated inniters because they were critical of dream, or because they had such different opinions on lore. i was constantly getting anons asking me why i was friends with certain blogs who had made fun of dream before. so i guess idk if crossover is the right word because it was more like, three or four dnfers who really liked tommy and shamefully showed up at the doorstep of innitblr asking not to be softblocked. thank you spider enclosure for extending that grace to me.

Q: What was it like on the inniter side of Tumblr?

A: my personal experience with innitblr was great! obviously a lot of them felt apathetic or negative towards george or the dream team but that was never really an issue for me i guess -- all my mutuals’ criticisms were pretty fair, even back when i disagreed with them. i remember the community itself being really funny and a lot less volatile than dtblr or even 404blr. they were also way more invested in lore, which was another draw for me because i was always a huge lorehead. tbh i probably posted as much about clingy duo as i did about the dream team so i was basically a part time inniter anyways. that being said, innitblr skewed a little younger than dtblr so i was never as involved in the community. but i always loved interacting with them and i’m still friends with a lot of my (ex-)innitblr mutuals. most of spider enclosure (for example) are still on tumblr and just post about like doctor who and shit.

Q: What were some positive things you remember from that time?

A: like i’ve mentioned: i made a lot of really really great friends who i still talk to often, even a year and a half out from leaving the fandom, which is easily the most positive outcome for me. i could write a million words on how grateful i am for those relationships. it’s kind of sweet to think about how these random blogs i befriended during a crazy minecrafter hyfx are now people i’ve hung out with in real life, or who send me instagram reels, or who i watch timothee chalamet movies with. mcytblr also had some of the most talented artists and writers i’ve ever met! i also think the culture of liveblogging was a LOT of fun, especially during like big lore streams or mcc. an all time favorite memory was liveblogging tommy’s love or host because i saw tommy fans, george fans, and variety fans on my dash all begging for it to end lmao.

Q: Conversely, what are some negative ones?

A: a lot of people were like… really really not nice. and i’ll be honest, most of the not nice people were on dtblr. it’s kind of insane thinking back on the stuff that was said to and about me and my mutuals. this is another thing i don’t want to get too into because a lot of the stories aren’t mine to share but in addition to run-of-the-mill suicide baiting i got a lot of lesbophobia in my ask box, and my friends got anti-semitic and islamophobic and racist and transphobic hate anons. i’ve been on tumblr for like 10 years and it was my first fandom experience that was that vitriolic. it was also really easy to get swept up in that kind of toxic culture -- i’m certain i said some things i wouldn’t be proud of now, especially in defense of dream or whatever.

after october 2022 when dtblr self-rebranded as “dtblr 2.0,” there was a lot of gossip and hate posted about those of us who had left. i don’t like admitting this but it really fucked me up for a while! and ruined a lot of my ability to look back on the fandom fondly! it sucks knowing that people who have never once spoken to you have decided to hate you.

anyways, i’ve done a lot of self-reflection on my own relationship with fandoms and online discourse and public figures and i think i’m better for it, so i guess i hope the people who harrassed us have done that too.

Q: Were there any major fandom/creator events that you remember?

A: broadly speaking, mcc will always have a special place in my heart because it was such a community-wide event. like yes it was about the creators but there was so much activity in the fandom surrounding it (posts, art, analysis, etc etc) that it felt really major for us too.

i don’t remember details about this but i know there were mcytblr elections at some point in like 2021 maybe? i just remember i endorsed the 404blr ticket. maybe you’ve already archived posts about this. i don’t think it really went anywhere, but the campaigns were fun! and it was the first “community” event in the mcytblr fandom that i remember being around for.

ALSO i’m a little nervous to talk about this one in case it’s still controversial on dtblr. but ages ago i had a friend who put a bunch of mutuals in one of those silly hunger games simulators and it became this whole thing where people accused them of only including the “dtblr 1%”. which was like, categorically untrue, but it spawned such inane discourse that it’s ingrained in my mind forever.

Q: Is there anything else you'd like to share or have archived?

A: i think you got an anon asking for 404blr perspectives in the wake of caiti’s statements, which is like… what do i even say except that george is a sexual predator lmfao. because he is! obviously i left the fandom when a lot of people did, after dream’s grooming allegations, because i think he’s also acted inappropriately with underage fans (to put it mildly). the sheer number of survivors publicizing their experiences with abuse and assault in the mcyt space proves how prevalent an issue it is, and how harmful it was to have george and dream (and wilbur, and punz, and so on) in such positions of power there. it’s nauseating to think how much they, and men like them, were able to get away with. i regret how many red flags i overlooked, even back then before the worst of it was known.

i’d like it archived that spider enclosure was technically in the washington post. they ran an article about r/place back in april 2022 and the screenshot they chose for the header included the spot where we wrote “spien” even though it’s so horribly pixelated that it’s illegible.

uhh i think that’s it. sorry if this was more focused on dtblr than 404blr, they were pretty inextricable by 2022. but i hope those people who wanted to hear from 404ers got the insight they were looking for? my parting words… subscribe to tubbo.

[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter XII: Sunflower Love • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: FLUFFY (smut mentions) Chapter Warnings: (18+ MDNI) // very time jumpy (its a montage lmao), think of it as a transitional chapter into the next phase. Extra: I will be taking a little break (about a week) to catch up on requests that I have to do, and just to relax my brain a bit. I will be having a Q&A bit though, so stay tuned for that! Word Count: 5.6k

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For the next six months, life for you and Peter has been nothing but the best days of your lives. 

Smooth sailing and life uninterrupted.

The day after your relationship reunion with Peter, you saw that you both were put into a discord server with all your friends in it. Celina had put it together the day after the Gala, but you two were so caught up in each other that you didn't get a chance to check your phones. 

Gwen had video-called Peter and he woke up to the sound of his phone going off. When he answered, he hadn't realized it was one in the afternoon. You were knocked out next to him snoring softly and in a deep slumber.

"Hello?" He asked groggily while rubbing one eye and turning to lay on his side away from you to not disturb you.

"Dude???" Gwen asked. "Where have you been?! I know it's only been a day and a half but you haven't accepted the server request-...wait where are you?? That's not your bed. Wait, are you naked???"

Peter looked down at himself to double-check. "No, I have boxers on."

You woke up to the sound of Gwen's voice and rolled over snuggling into Peter and looking towards his phone while yawning and rubbing your eye. "Baby, come back to bed," You kissed his cheek and then laid your head on his while wrapping your arm around his waist. When your eyes adjusted you focused on the screen. 

"Oh…!" You smiled tiredly. "G'morning, Gwen."

Gwen's face was a mixture of shock and something else. Peter couldn't tell he was too tired to really analyze. Considering the circumstances, she probably figured out what was happening and what had happened.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. 

Peter smiled in response.

"You guys are together?! Like for real?!"

"We are. As of yesterday." 

"Dude! Let's go!" Gwen cheered happily. 

You giggled softly in response.

"Well, I'll let you guys go then, but I am gonna inform everyone. We were all kinda worried about you."

"Sorry about that," Peter said genuinely. 

"Hey, kiss each other so I can screenshot it and send it to everyone."

Peter snorted and you kissed his cheek longingly enough for Gwen to catch the snapshot. Blush bloomed across his cheeks as he smiled in reflex.

"Thank you!" Gwen chimed. "Sweet dreams and other things I guess."

"Gwen, please-" Peter groaned as you giggled.

"Byeeee," and with that she hung up. 

After that, life has been nothing but a dream for both of you. 

Your headaches were gone and you found out with research and testing that when you were made to forget Peter, your senses did not, so whenever you tried to remember him it was a push of the godforsaken spell but and pull of your senses which caused intense pressure in your head because that's where both things affected most.

It was like a constant civil war between what you knew and what you felt. The spell and your senses having an endless wrestling match and your brain was the ring. 

So when you both connected again, your senses went into overload, and didn't know what to do because it was stuck behind a spell. When you first kissed it broke the barrier for your senses to not feel trapped behind the spell. Your mind though, still couldn't completely remember him.

You continued having dreams about the faceless Peter, but you didn't mind when most days you woke up to his face next to yours.

Business was good too, especially when you started social media for yourself. You joined mostly because you helped make a social media app by Stark Industries funding an intern. You made your presence on Flutter (mostly), Twitter, and Instagram for business purposes. TikTok was left for Silk, much like how Peter had a YouTube Channel for Spiderman. 

You had personal accounts on Flutter, Tumblr, and Discord too and you used the username "jarjarjarvis" or "binksbby" made from the nickname Flash Thompson gave you in high school to bully you (he called you "Jar Jar Jarvis" or "Jarvis Binks" or simply "Binks") but jokes on him, you enjoyed the names because you thought they were hilarious as a Star Wars fan. Your Alias name on those was Luna Jarvis. Luna comes from Laguna, which was your nickname from Morgan when she was five because she wanted matching nicknames with you (and your room had moon and star themes). Everything there worked out because you didn't have to think too hard for an alias name. You really only joined with personal accounts to keep in touch with your friends and connect with others of your interests without the fame of a Stark attached to it.

But what the world doesn't see from you is the gallery on your phone where your most cherished moments are. And many of those moments made their way into a new scrapbook that you started that was titled "Our Story II: Reunited". Inside of it were the many memories made from your phone pictures, Peter's photography camera, and a Polaroid you both brought everywhere to capture memories that you and Peter had been making in those six months.

You learned in those months how much of a romantic Peter could be. Dates were nothing but going all out despite his small budget. He knew ways to utilize his resources without going broke. You loved how intimate those dates were. But Peter wasn't the only one making dates though. You also took him out on dates too. It challenged you to stay within budget and not spoil the hell out of him like you wanted to (he wouldn't let you because, by all means, you tried). You two had a dynamite dynamic. 

The seasons passed and you both accommodated them together. The autumn season, when you both reunited as a couple, was filled with red, orange, and gold colored walks in the park during your long lunch breaks and cafe trips after his classes. Hot tea and hot cocoa under heated blankets on the cooler days as you guys binge-watch movies, TV shows, or Celina's YouTube videos. When winter rolled around you went ice skating and built a snowman or had a snowball fight with Morgan in the front yard. Then you would have a hot (and sometimes steamy) shower and then cuddle up on the warm couch. You celebrated the holidays together and on New Year's, Celina and Ned hosted a party at their house with all of your friends.

Some dates included movies. It's one of the easiest ways to spend time together without spending much money. Sometimes it would be going to dinner and then the theater, other times it was a drive-in movie in your beloved convertible but most of the time it was in the comfort of Peter's apartment under blanket forts and surrounded by pizza boxes and other types of food. Sometimes it was Chinese food, Korean barbecue, Italian food, Indian food, or other foods from different cultures but most of the time it was Mexican food due to tacos and burritos fitting well with pizza for reasons you don't understand. 

When you felt like hitting the town you guys would go to bookstores where you told Peter about your favorite books and introduced him to your mystery book boyfriend.  And then comic stores where you both geeked over your favorite graphic novels, manga, and comic books. Sometimes you would buy something. This usually followed up with going to a music store where you would introduce each other to different bands and artists' music that you listen to. You would buy Vinyls while he would buy CDs (a plan you both put together for when you move in together in the future like you guys talked about doing).

Most notable is when he introduced you to Cigarettes After Sex and it was a life-changing moment.

"It's giving Lana Del Rey's brooding cousin meets The Neighbourhood," you commented which made Peter laugh. 

The self-titled album became a common go-to for living room or office ballroom sessions with you two slow dancing in the evenings like the married couple that you hoped to be one day. In turn, you introduced him to Turnover and their album "Peripheral Vision" which he enjoyed a lot more than you thought he would. Afterward, you would go to a cafe to replenish your energy before walking hand in hand down the city's streets or in Central Park.

Other dates would be with your friends too. You once went to a cooking class with Harry and MJ and it ended with both guys stressed and having high blood pressure because you nearly set the place on fire and MJ nearly took her finger off with how aggressively she cut the vegetables. You all agreed to never do that again. 

Another time you did a Pottery class with Miles and Gwen. You and Peter decided to make mugs for each other. You had fun for the most part but you didn't enjoy the feeling of clay on your hands and you tried to not show that you were squeamish about it. Peter made you a dark purplish blue mug with pastel purple clouds and silver stars around it and at the very bottom was a heart-shaped spider web which makes you smile every time you see it. You made him a mug with the darkest shade of blue you could find with stars and the millennium falcon, the death star, and a rogue one on it. You both used your mugs religiously.

Another double date was with Celina and Ned to a Botanical Garden. Celina would tell you all different facts about different flowers which made you all happy because of how excited she got to share her knowledge on them. When you got to the butterfly house, you didn't miss how the butterflies were very attracted to you and Peter due to your bug pheromones. Celina graciously took pictures of you two with several butterflies sitting on you.

You went to an arcade with Pavitr and Gayatri. It was a place where you paid one fee per person and you could play any of the games for the entire day and you guys ended up being there for five hours. You had an absolute blast, but you all were starving afterward which meant lots of food. Gayatri showed all of you an Indian restaurant that had food that tasted the most like the food back in India. You were over the moon with how good the food was.

Sometimes there were group dates with your entire friends group. One time you all went to an underground concert for a friend of Pav, Gwen, and Miles who's name is Hobie Brown. He was a guitarist in a band. He had dark skin, a very punk style, and wicks for hairstyle. Despite the stereotypes against punks, he proved that to be wrong because was one of the nicest people you have ever met. Other group dates included museum dates, roller skating at a roller rink, a full spa day, and that one time you bought everyone a weekend trip to Disney World.

On Halloween, there was a party at Harry's frat house and you and Peter dressed up as your hero personas as a joke. It was funny hearing how people spotted the "differences" between you and your hero alternate self. Like how someone said your ass is smaller than Silk's and that Peter is shorter than Spiderman, which you both found more hilarious than insulting.

Mentioning that, you guys even went on Spider Duo Dates as you both called them. Those consisted of patrolling together, volunteering together, and stargazing on the platform of the Avengers Tower. Spidey and Silk was a hot topic on social media because of the sightings of you two patrolling together again. 

When money was low on his part but he was feeling rather romantic anyway, he would set up a picnic for you both. Sometimes it was on the beach, sometimes it was at a park, and other times it would be at the lake by your house. You would bring your red guitar on those days and sing to him softly as he rested his head on your lap looking up at you lovingly like you hung the moon and created the stars or something. If it were a later picnic you would cloud gaze that turned into star gazing into the night. If a tent was involved that usually meant you were in for an…extra sweet dessert. 

Speaking of, you guys did that a lot in the beginning. It started off as a daily thing you guys did at the end of the day. You both knew it was the Pheromones and that you should slow down but he was insatiable you were insatiable and both of you together were thunderously insatiable. 

You were smart about it though. You weren't completely delirious because of your senses bonding after so long of being apart. You took birth control, he wore a condom and you made sure any room (or tent) you were in was soundproof to the point where people would think you weren't in there. 

You learned that Peter got off on pleasuring you. He's a giver by far and one of the things he likes to do is come visit you during your lunch hour and eat (you) there in your office (on the couch or the desk) as a way to treat you (and satisfy him). 

It happened so much to the point where every time Peter walked into the building (in spider suit), Nika would roll her eyes so hard at him and he would shrug. 

"You said it was your job to know things," he stated to her. "It's not my fault that you're so smart."

"Oh, Puh-lease," Nika said with another eye roll. "Don't start with me, Parker. The way you two leave that damn office beaming like idiots it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you two are doing something in there. You're lucky I'm the only one who suspects anything."

"If you weren't you would gaslight them, right?"

She squinted her blue eyes hard at him. "You're lucky I like you." 

After a while, once your senses got used to you guys being together, your coupling became less frequent. It was down to three times a week, a healthy amount you think. 

You really appreciated how your friend groups came together like a puzzle. Peter and Ned within the first month of reconnecting, instantly became best friends again. You became close with Gwen and MJ became close with Nika. Everyone got along so well and you all hung out whenever you could. 

When your 22nd birthday rolled around, no one was surprised that this day was going to be your favorite birthday to celebrate. Peter wholeheartedly expected you to be theatrical that day.

Peter woke up before you and decided to make breakfast for you with Morgan. They had gotten pretty close and she began to see him as an older brother figure which brought you joy. You knew if Morgan approved of the guy you're with, then he's a keeper. She could be an annoying little shit at times, but she did genuinely care about your well-being.

Happy also lightened up on Peter and he almost sees him as a nephew or son now, which also relieved you from your worries there. Pepper liked Peter from the start so you had no issues there. 

As to be expected you were a bit dramatic in the morning but not in a bad way, but in an amusing way. You blasted "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston which made Peter laugh and Morgan roll her eyes. 

"She's awake," Morgan deadpanned. 

You danced down the hallway wearing a cream off-white frilly lace silk robe, a red silk bonnet with white polka dots, a green feathery fur scarf thing you found at Party City, and red heart sunglasses on your nose. Your makeup was done and your toenails and fingernails were painted the same shade of red as your lips. 

Peter and Morgan watched you the entire time as you danced your way down the first set of stairs and you shimmy your shoulders and pointed at Peter which made him chuckle. You then sat on the railing of the second flight of stairs and slid down. When you reached the bottom of the railing you posed with your leg straight up in the air revealing the black red-bottom strappy heels you were wearing as you stopped yourself before you ended up flying off the staircase railing. 

Thank god, for spider powers.

"How vogue," FRIDAY stated and snapped a picture of you from a hologram.

"Thanks, FRIDAY," you replied.

You had a straight face the entire time. 

Morgan gave you the most disgusted look. "You're honestly so lame and embarrassing," she said with a grimace. "And you look like a mushroom."

"Omg, thank you!" You smiled genuinely and bent your leg down and then swung your legs over to step off the railing. "I was going for a red and folklore-themed beginning of 'You Need to Calm Down' Taylor look. I think I did a good job, no?"

"You look like a dorkface."

"Listen here, peasant child," you lowered your glasses to look at Morgan. "Today is my birthday, my 22nd birthday, all I ask from you is to let me be my quirky lame ass older sister self for a whopping 24 hours and then you can go back to being a little buttheaded little sister all you want, m'kay?"

Morgan rolled her eyes and turned back to being Peter's little kitchen helper. "You're still lame."

"Thank you," you sang.

"You look adorable, princess," Peter smiled.

"Aww, thank you, princey," you walked over and kissed his cheek and he responded with a kiss on your temple. "Did you make breakfast for me?"

"Mhm," he hummed in a sing-song way. "So, if you would like to sit down, your Highness, so I can serve you your royal meal, that would be greatly appreciated." He took your hand and brought it to his lips as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

The way your heart did backflips was unreal.

"Okay," you sang lovingly after an embarrassing giggle escaped you and you walked over to the island bar and sat down as Morgan made a noise of disgust.

Peter walked over and set down the plate in front of you as he stood behind you. "A stack of strawberry banana and chocolate chip pancakes, a three cheese omelet, and strawberry jam toast." 

"Ooh, are you part of the meal?" You smirked asking lowly and lowered your glasses to meet his gaze.

"Mmm, I'm for later tonight." He smirked and as he leaned in and glanced at your lips with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Oh? I can't wait," you replied with a smile.

Your lips met for a long moment until you heard a cup being slammed down loudly next to you. You turn and see Maguna with her hand wrapped around said cup with an annoyed look on her face.

 "Milk for the big birthday baby," she fake smiled and walked away. 

Your eyes follow her with one side of your nose scrunched and a bombastic side-eye.

"Hey Maguna," you started. "Remember a few years ago you were dying to see me kiss someone so you tried to get me and the babysitter to kiss? Now when I'm in a committed relationship you wanna cry about it? Kinda sus, just saying."

Morgan hurried back into the room in a huff. "I was five!"

Peter looked at you with a confused look. "Really?"

"Yeah!" You scoffed in disbelief. "And he actually tried to kiss me!" 

Peter did a dramatic scoff-gasp and put his hand on his chest exaggeratingly.

"I know right?!" You matched his energy. "Fired his ass right away." 

"Good. I should've been the babysitter. Then it wouldn't be so hard would it?"

"Exactly, I wouldn't hesitate to kiss you," you smirk again.

Morgan walked out again while calling out "Mom! Laguna and Peter are being weird in front of me again!"

You pfffted and began eating your food. 

You finished getting dressed as Peter showered. 

You wore a white sparkly fringe mini dress with the strappy heels. Peter went for a white tee shirt to match and a pair of black jeans that had you staring at his ass more than you probably should have been, and red Converse shoes. You both wore matching blazers together. You spent the afternoon out with Peter getting lunch and eating at the park as you both made paper promise rings with an origami kit that he got and walked around town before going home and being met with a surprise party with your friends there. It was filled with karaoke, games, and watching your favorite movie. After that, it was time to open your gifts. You didn’t really ask or want much so they all pitched in to help Celina make you a beautiful versatile dress that was very TS folklore-inspired. You were over the moon and you went to put it on. Celina insisted that you had to do the whole look and so she decided to re-do your makeup as well. When she was finished you hurried down the stairs to show everyone who all agreed that it was amazing.

“You look so cute!” Cindy chimed. “Like a magical forest fairy.”

“Thank you, Cin,” You smiled. 

“Still look like a dorkface,” Morgan smirked.

“You know what,” You said, crossing your arms and standing in contrapposto. “When your birthday comes around I’m setting your cake on fire and throwing it in the lake.”

She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at you and you responded by doing the same back. 

Pepper sighed and rubbed her temple. “I can’t with you two.”

You smiled and looked around for Peter but you didn’t see him.  

"Hey, where’s Peter?" You asked.

"I think he went outside," Celina commented, coming in from behind.

"Yeah, through the back," Gwen added with a thin-lipped smile.

All your friends looked at each other and nodded before looking back at you. You squinted at them all acting suspiciously.

“Girl,” Nika started. “Stop mentally investigating and go find your boyfriend.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you smiled. “Thank you,” you sang before hurrying to the back door as you lifted the dress from the front in fear that you would dirty it. 

You overheard your friends whisper and shuffle around with your enhanced hearing but you decided to ignore it. You walked out onto the back porch and looked around for your beloved boyfriend. You could sense him but you couldn’t see him.

"Peter?" You call out softly.

You felt his aura towards the greenhouse fairytale garden that you and Morgan worked on together a couple of years ago while you were still healing mentally. It was a way for you to bond and you guys work on it together every spring. It was meant to be a little escapism for anyone who needed it and you found yourself reading in there most times. Outside of the greenhouse garden was a gazebo that was decorated with fairy and globe lights around it and flowers of various pastel colors along the sides of it. It added a nice touch to it. You built it with your own two hands. You often sat there to play guitar and think. 

You followed the flower pathway that led to the garden. You saw that the lights on the gazebo were on and in the center stood Peter wearing a maroon suit with a maroon T-shirt underneath and his stark specs on. 

Oh God, you thought. He looks phenomenal.

He was pacing slightly but stopped when he sensed you and looked up at you. He looked at you with wide eyes as his eye traced over the dress and blushed. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed in a fairytale-like dress and it caught him off guard. You smiled big with a giggle and ran over to the gazebo. You walked up onto the wooden platform and walked over by your starstruck boyfriend. 

“Hello there, handsome,” you smiled. 

“Hey,” he breathed out before blinking rapidly. “You look…I…I promise I’m looking respectfully.”

You snorted. “Well. I’m not looking at you respectfully. That suit is doing wonders for you and even more wonders for me.”

The blush on his face bloomed as he smiled as his composure slowly started creeping back in. “You can take it off of me later.”

“Oh?” you smirked and put your arms on his shoulders. “Is that a promise?”

He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. “It is. And I keep my promises.”

“Most of them anyways,” you giggled. “I did have to come find you, no?”

“Okay, fair, but I did tell you everything,” He smiled with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” you replied in a playful defeated tone. 

You both chuckled softly and after a moment of silently admiring each other like it was the first time you saw each other, Peter cleared his throat.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked you.

“Always,” you smiled. 

"Hey EDITH. Please, play the song."

 You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began dancing silently. He then twirled you and you giggled. You both danced around playfully and romantically around the gazebo before he pulled you back into him with your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips. 

He smiled. "My barefoot princess.”

You had forgotten that you hurried out of the house before putting on your shoes. You knew if Morgan saw you like this she would have some witty shit to say to you about it. 

"You missed your chance to say barefoot Cinderella," you replied with a playful tone.

"I'm not making a Hannah Montana reference," he grimaced with a smile. 

You giggled and then you leaned your head on his shoulder and he kissed your head. "I love being your barefoot princess."

 Your senses and heart were blooming and fluttering as you both danced and you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. You realize that if you were to ever have a wedding, you want it to be just as magical as this moment. 

When the song ended, Peter pulled away for a moment.

 “Um, I got you something.” 

He reached into his pocket and walked behind you. You then felt him put something around your neck. You looked down to see a gold heart-shaped necklace with a sunflower on it. You looked at it with wide eyes as you felt him wrap his arms around your torso and lean his chin on your shoulder. You lift your hands to touch the golden heart and when you do, you open it to see a picture of you and Peter in it. 

You pouted and looked at him with glossed-over eyes. 

“Do you like it?” He asked. “I got the sunflower one because our senses are like sunflowers. Always facing their sun.”

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I love it, Peter. So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek longingly. 

About an hour later, Peter carried you inside bridal style so you wouldn’t dirty the floor from being outside in nature. He set you down on the counter of the bathroom, grabbed body-cleaning wipes from the cabinet and cleaned your feet for you. He then planted kisses on them. You watched him endearingly the entire time and he looked up at you with a smile.

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed.

Your face burned and you looked away from him shyly and you pressed your lips together to keep from smiling like an idiot and failing miserably. You both then went back down by your friends who teased both of you playfully. It was then time for everyone to leave and you and Peter ended the night in bliss. 

The next day you were met with another gift. It was a heart-shaped box with star name tags with the words "from Peter" on it with a heart.

You opened the box and were met with 

adoption papers for a kitten and a love letter from your beloved boyfriend.

Peter had gone and gotten you a rescue fluffy ragdoll kitten who was born on the day you climbed through Peter's window and reconnected. 

You teared up and hugged the letter to your chest after reading it.

It was sitting in a room that was made into a cat room by your friends while you were out with Peter. The kitten was presented to you on a cat bed when you walked in. 

"Hi little one," you cooed softly as the cat rubbed its head on your hand and began purring. 

You spent the rest of the weekend playing with the bundle of fur, sending pictures in Discord, and telling Peter that he's the best boyfriend ever.

All in all, everything was perfect. You didn't feel that giant hole in your chest anymore, you got out more, your relationships were strong and overall you had a clearer mindset about everything. You still missed your dear old dad and you still had days when your mental health would decline, but for the most part, everything in your life was falling into place. It was like you were living in a contemporary age fairytale.

Until the universe decided it had other plans for you.

It was the monday after your birthday when you walked to the back of the Avengers building to go for a coffee run. Really you just needed out from your hovering board members who were bothering you about anything and everything. Your best bet was to escape through the employee parking garage.

Before you could go any further than the parking lot, your senses began tingling. You stopped and looked around before you saw your spider-boyfriend ease down on a web upside down. He was wearing the red and black spider suit you made for him, and it was honestly your favorite. 

 You smiled at him, "Spidey."

"Miss Stark," he replied. 

"Fancy seeing you here in my employee parking lot," you crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall with one leg crossed over the other. 

"I was in the neighborhood," he shrugged. "I figured I'd bring you lunch but you weren't in your office so I gave it to Nika to put it there for you. She told me where you'd be."

"Ah," you replied and tilted your head to the side and checked him out in his suit with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. 

He smirked. "I saw you brought Dutchess Willow to work."

Dutchess Willow, or just Willow, is what you named your new kitten. She was in your office napping on the couch when you walked out.

"She's too cute to leave at home. Plus she keeps me sane."

"I'm glad," you could hear the smile in his voice.

"So what brings you here besides bringing me lunch hm?" You smirked. "I'm sure you didn't sense any danger in Mid-Manhattan all the way from Queens."

"Nah," he leaned his hand on the wall next to your head as if he were leaning you back on the wall. "Just you."

"Oh?" Your smile widened as you let out a giggle. "Am I distracting you from your hero duties, Spidey?"

"Just a bit," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I have an idea of how that could be fixed." 

"Do you now?"

He tapped the area where his lips would be and you laughed softly and bit your lip again. "You're cute."

"In this suit? I think I'm a little more than cute."

"Hot?" You pulled his mask halfway up his face. "Sexy, perhaps?" You moved your face closer to his. "Maybe…fuckable?"

"Ooh," he began with a smirk on his visible lips. "Can't say things like that while I'm in a suit this tight, princess."

"You have a guard there," you replied lowly.

"Yeah, that's part of the problem."

You both giggled and you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and he reciprocated. Your hands cradled his face and it felt strange because he was hanging upside down but the kiss was absolutely electrifying. 

You guys pulled back for a moment looking at each other drunk from the kiss before he flipped himself to stand normally and pressed you against the wall while kissing you deeply and you invited his tongue to explore your mouth. Your leg instinctively went around his waist and he held it in his hand while his other arm leaned against the wall next to your head. 

He grinded himself against you instinctively. And you moaned softly in response. 

"Spidey," you smiled with a flirty tone. "Save that for later."

"Sorry," he apologized. "Can't help it sometimes. Gotta have you thinking about me." 

You hummed in amusement and playful doubt as you kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Moments like these were sweet and had you giddy but usually, it was in a more secluded area. So you didn't spot the figure in the distance with a camera out filming the both of you caught up in your little moment, you didn't hear the whispers of an act of sabotage and secret defamation, and didn't expect it to be on blast on the Internet as the number one trending topic in a matter of hours. 

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🐖 for nyle? he still around?

Oh man what a throwback‼️

He's been in stasis while I've been developing Dead Wood but rest assured he's not retired just yet!

More about this Deep Cut Character below:

^ This is Nyle Clervey! (2019) ^ This is Nyle as drawn by @/voyvoyz

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

For his first name I gave him the "boy version" of my deadname (first time experimenting w/ aliases) and his last name derived from Frankenstein's Henry Clerval. I was in 6th grade at the time and incorrectly assumed Henry was a black character for some reason which is wild considering his pro-colonization stance but whatever

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

The amount of notes I kept on his timeline is insane. To keep a long story short, he's from an alt timeline where prohibition wasn't lifted until the 1940's instead of the 30's. (There's also aliens in this setting!) He was born in 1915 but the oldest I've ever drawn/written him is in his early 30s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

His wonderful wife Miyoko!!!! When Nyle met her, she was an acrobatist for a traveling circus. He was smitten at first sight and made a point to talk to her after every show. As soon as he found out she wasn't happy there, he promised to help her escape - making good on said promise the very next night. They were unofficially married about a month later.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Coddies!! sometimes referred to as "the poor man's crab cake"

little deep fried cod patties made w/ mashed potatoes, eggs, salt n pepper, onions, + crushed up saltines. They're simple to make and cheap to buy! He would even use em as bait for fishing 🎣

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Officially, Nyle helps run a sleepy bookstore in East Harlem called "The Open Book" & plays trumpet for jazz clubs on the weekends. Off the record, he's a bootlegger and co-owner of the speakeasy hidden underneath the shop.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

When not practicing his scales, his favorite hobby is having book club with his wife and coworkers. Sometimes the club really is about reading books, other times it's code for drinking in the speakeasy's off hours (and attempting to read a book together afterwards)

🎯 -What do they do best?

While most would call him a talented liar, Nyle insists that it's just good improv

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

He loves music more than anything (except his wife), jumping from the fiddle to the trumpet in hopes of raising his chances of joining a jazz band. His favorite musicians + greatest inspirations are Duke Ellington and Louie Armstrong

Nyle hates wasting time. He's not a stickler when it comes to time management, he just hates being held up when he has a task in mind. If he sees a long line, he'll find a way to cut around it.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The summer of 1925 - the last one he'd spend in Virginia. Stealing berries from neighbor's bushes, shooting cans with his slingshot, sneaking into the cinema with friends to watch 'Don Q: Son of Zoro', and even learning how to drive! (he very slowly crashed his father's jalopy into the big tree in their front yard)

It will forever remain a fond summer in his memory

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

February, 1942 - he'd planned a wonderful valentine's day for Miyoko, but had been drafted just three days before he got to surprise her. They weren't sending married men over at first, so he'd thought he'd evaded it. When he told her the news, Miyoko swore that she would wait for him to come back.

He was abducted on his way to bootcamp and doesn't know how long he's been gone or how long she's been waiting. It eats at him every day he spends away from her

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

lmao not at alllll

Originally he was just a silly little guy w/ emoticons for a face + a cowboy hat. He slowly became more as I added more characters & started high school my hyperfixation on 1920s-1940's social life

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Wander over Yonder!! It had just come out and I also wanted to have a silly protagonist who went on space adventures and embodied the boundless joy of the indomitable human spirit!! Nyle did unfortunately get a little more sad as time went on, but he's still optimistic!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Historical Fiction! Episodic Sci-Fi Comedy against his will

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis + Het! A rarity!

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

In his first draft he had 2 - Ian (older) & Oscar (younger)

I shelved Oscar for the new timeline, but am still on the fence w/ Ian

Don't know how to integrate him just yet

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Nyle adores his parents! His mother was a schoolteacher and his father was a deliveryman/rumrunner. He idolized his father and believed the tall tales (and true stories) he'd spin for him.

He died in the winter of 1926 due to influenza, leading Nyle to form an even closer and protective bond with his mother

He'd do absolutely anything for her

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

funnily enough, the research that went into making him

I used to get "into headspace" when writing for him as a fun exercise and a lot of that involved pouring over archived letters/ledgers and historical antecedentes while listening to Harlem Renaissance Jazz

I know that may sound boring as hell but rest assured I had hours of endless entertainment diving down those rabbit holes.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Not really that often now a days - this ask is the first time I'd properly written about him in a few years

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I did at one point, but it went poorly with test audiences so I scrapped it. Until I find a good reason to do it, I don't think I will.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

That when he finally finds a way to get back to earth, Miyoko's corpse will be there; still waiting for him.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Amylla! "huh??" i hear you ask "just how old is this woman??" Don't you know you can't ask that

She's technically after the aliens that abducted him, but the misery of being separated from his wife is too delicious for her to pass up.

She is the only person he's ever truly despised.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since middle school!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

11 or 12 (baby....)

[throwaway-yandere]

commissions are closed (slots: 2/2)

Hehe time to work ♡♡♡

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Most information is in the picture!!! Here's some additional things I can't list in one PNG so please do read it!!!:

Commissioned works: (you'll notice why I said 1.5k+... Why do I keep writing much longer lol)

Saudade (Dimitri Blaiddyd/Reader)

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast (Wanderer & Pantalone/Reader)

Q: How do I give you a plot description??? Help-

A: Doesn't have to be so specific. Honestly I love vague AF prompts. Just tell me what you want to see in a fic and go "ansy i want a yandere dainsleif fic so bad where he's a king and he falls in love with you amidst a battle" like first off anon, "same bestie", and also my friend you should play Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Also, fair warning: I'd proooobably add some spices to your prompts. I got an anon request before that just asked for Ei taking away a reader's vision and I made it into a Shoguji fox!reader with Khaenri'ah plot elements.

Just like how Alhaitham values research autonomy, I have a thing for creative freedom too <3

Q: "Oh shucks I want to change the plot-"

A: As long as I haven't already started writing, do notify me. And as much as possible PLEASE give me all the details you want added and NOT added from the start. WARN ME IF YOU DON'T WANT A SUDDEN CANNIBAL!YANDERE PLOT TWIST- /hj

Q: Are you going to automatically post commissioned works on Tumblr & AO3?

A: Hmm hmm, sorry but I really want to post all the writings I do there… Dw, you can remain anonymous if you want. I just feel incredibly miserable whenever I don't post my works, especially if its finished ;;--;;. (I get sad whenever I remember my old enemies-to-lovers diluc x merc!reader fic who will never see the light of day.)

Q: Is it possible that you'd say "no" to my request?

A: Pats your shoulder It do be like that sometimes in life. If I feel like it's a super massive project, then yep. You'd get ur money back lmao

Q: Hey, can I make you write for a Canon Character x OC?

A: If you'd let me send you an Canon Character x OC copy then post a Reader Insert version, then sure!!!

Q: Is female/male reader okay?

A: Comrade I've always written things in "they/them" pronouns. At this point I believe I don't have a gender but for you bby I'd use whatever pronouns you identify with <33

Q: Are ships allowed?

A: Depends!!! Tell me what ship it is and let's see if I'm game!!!

Q: Is fluff allowed?

A: Are you sure… you trust me with fluff? Haha… Hahaha… It's allowed but are you sure you trust me wit- (if you make me write fluff, trust me, crack will somehow be added.)

Q: How about angst-

A: Y e s.

Q: How long would you take writing?

A: Depends if I'm busy with college or my health is acting up (I'd notify you right away abt this), my friend says "2 weeks to 4 months" is the most reasonable thing to say to this lmao but don't be surprised if its earlier than that.

Q: damm ansy this is expensive. $4 for a 1.5k yandere fic?

A: im sorry i just desperately want my husband dainsleif to come home some day… i need the welkin...

Q: You're new to this, aren't you? Why did you only list two fandoms?

A: Yep. And I only listed 2 cause Three Houses and Genshin are the only games I'm somewhat confident with my lore knowledge on lmao

Q: There's a question I didn't see answered in this description, Ansy.

A: Whoops, then please message my @throwaway-yandere account on tumblr!! I don't bite :D (or send anon asks at @faceless-ayato if you want to talk to the deranged yashiro commissioner. PS: he definitely bites.)

Q: "What am I, Mx. Ansy? Your mascot?"

A: You're… not? C'mon My Lord. You know you love talking to my anons.

Q: "…"

A: H-Hey hold on why are you holding the sereniteapot again-

[becausebuckley]

4, 20, and 24 for the 911 ask game <3

hii aela thank you for these <3

4: what's a friendship you'd like to see expanded upon in this season?

oof so many honestly - as much as i love the romances, i think this show's friendships are some of the highlights! i think it would be super fun to see eddie and chim have some more interactions: i think they have so much in common that hasn't really been explored, both in the general trauma sense but also fun stuff - like basketball!

20: is there a specific kind of emergency you'd like the 118 to respond to?

hmm i'm mostly here for all the silly stuff (also because i'm a very squeamish person honestly. between my dislike of fire and of seeing anything blood-related on screen, that skip 10 seconds button is my best friend lmao) so i like anything that's not overly serious in nature. i'd love to see some more calls involving people in costumes - maybe they get called to a theatre during a show where there's someone stuck in one of those floating harness thingies or something? if it allows banter and nobody's dying, i'm all here for it!

24: if you were writing this season, what's a minor scene/detail you'd include?

i'd love to include more references to past seasons! just little things, like mentions of the q-word jinx (and eddie not believing in it), the bachelor party, or on a more serious note, hen discussing her decision not to go to med school etc. so much of life and friendship is made up of memories and inside jokes, i'd love to give that some attention.

i'd also make buck say the word bisexual. maybe twice, just for good measure. maybe put a little bi flag sticker somewhere, or a magnet on his fridge or something <3

send me some 911 asks!

[mikuchan]

M! I'm finally sending my questions for the character ask game 🥰

For Minthara:

3. What's your least favourite canon thing for this character?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

21. What's your favourite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What's something you don’t like?

Alfira:

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?

Freebie-question: What made you ship them in the first place?

🤩wow thanks! answers below the cut because it got longer

Minthara:

What's your least favourite canon thing for this character?

I think this is controversial, but I don't especially enjoy the tiny elf thing that D&D has going on, Minthara included. Probably because I loved Spiderwick and LOTR as a kid - and maybe because I'm tall myself - but I always want elves to be TALL.

There's fics and art that have favorably changed my perspective on short Minthara specifically...but in my heart of hearts I want her to be like 5'10

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

when fanart bulks her up! give our girl muscles! give her mass!

the modern corporate AUs, I think they're so funny and also I unironically love business wear

probably a biased view because I a) only follow people with great takes and b) block less great takes easily, but I do like that a significant portion of the fandom gives her space to breathe - she's not been too woobified or villified, which is pretty rare for an evil-with-softness character, especially a woman one

What's your favourite thing to do when you’re writing for this character?

Let fear leak through...there's such a deep well of it in Minthara's character, just great to wade into. Honestly cathartic to read and write.

I also really liked writing her and Lakrissa arguing (in the vampire attack chapter of STPF). Minthara's so headstrong and mean, it's fun to write such harsh, no-holds-barred confidence.

She's just such a dichotomy, I love her.

What's something you don’t like?

I have a bad habit of softening her (I'M the one woobifying her!) and so it's not a dislike per se but it's a struggle to find that balance.

I also struggle with adding little descriptors when writing her lmao I feel cheesy saying stuff like lavender skin or ruby eyes but only using grey, purple, red feels flat. It's a toughie.

Alfira:

What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? I thought of two

Sea Meets Earth by Fever Fever - a really joyous one that gives me Alfira vibes + great shipping song in general

Storm Song by Phildel - really lovely and sounds like something Alfira would sing imo

Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?

my girl LAKRISSA!!!! I love them as best friends, lovers, girlfriends, etc I think they're so sweet together in pretty much any dynamic

I also think she'd get along well with Wyll, they're both friendly, earnest, sensitive hero-types. I like those lines Wyll has about wishing he could paint the view from the mountain pass -- I don't know if Alfira would be great at painting (maybe?) but I think they WOULD have a great time trying together. And I'll bet Alfira knows how to dance - Alfira/Wyll platonic masquerade ball date???

Bonus Q What made you ship them in the first place?

I was getting really into drow lore, I wanted to write about that and Minthara. I thought Alfira was kissable, and also I wanted her to LIVE. They seemed like interesting narrative foils, and they were.

also, I'm going to be frank. I'm a simple woman. I wanted to write smut 🫡 'Minthara thinks she's a top but she's not' came first and the rest filtered in around that

Ask game

[tntblrconfessions]

Hey, babble anon here

I've been refraining from sending every au I've thought of [there's more than 100, but most are spin offs/variations of themselves]

But, nevertheless, another au hath dropped for you to see. This one is too long to keep in my head lmao

Concept: magic society. Wilbur is son of magic guy Phil but finds himself cursed, and fearing for his life and family, he runs away into spooky forest. In the forest, quackity runs a small gang of cursed guys on the run. Cue plot

The world building in this one is sketchy because I was focused on the plot and character development. What you need to know is this, there are non magic humans, magic humans, cursed humans, and spirits. Both magic and non magic humans live in harmony, with magic ones being higher class due to their abilities. Cursed humans are well. Cursed. I didn't quite decide how the cursing happens, but it has to be like,, inflicted. A cursed human then starts gaining animal features and instincts as well as a newfound magic power [if they had magic before, that magic is dulled in favor of the fancy curse magic]. People dont like the cursed because they're often seen as dangerous and violent due to animal instincts. Which is sorta true? But not really, they're just bitches.

Anyways! Plot time

Wilbur lives with his father and his little brother tommy, he's like 23ish and just works for his dad. He sings in his free time and dreams of being a bard but is too paranoid to go out and do it. While working for his dad, somehow he is cursed [I didn't figure this out ok]. The nurse checking him over realizes he's cursed and freaks them both out a bit. Wilbur, in his panic, commands them to not tell anyone anything and accidentally curses them to be silent forever. [His magic stuff :D]

Afraid of what he did and of people's reactions, he runs away. He runs into the dark forest, a place known for being inhabited by mischievous spirits and either killing, nearly killing, or driving one to madness. As Wilbur walks through it, he sees and hears spirits and starts humming to himself to calm himself, which the spirits hum back.

Meanwhile! Quackity has a gang of cursed fellas [consisting of Sam, tubbo, foolish, and ranboo but also anyone else that isn't mentioned could be in it. Those are the only ones featured.] Living in the forest. Q made a deal with a spirit in the forest to protect an area by giving up an item he was attached to [his finances rings, long story] then! Suddenly! Wilbur runs in. No one has ever gotten past the forest without quackity with them, so they're very suspicious of the new guy. Especially cause he's refusing to speak.

Eventually, they realize wils just some guy, and let him stay. He n quackity are both distrustful of each other and keep getting into petty fights. This part is a little blurry, but basically wilbur starts to Befriend everyone. He does walk in on quackity checking on the border and then they get closer. Q gets a puppy crush and is desperately trying to kill it, while Wilbur is just a shaking wet cat of anxiety and paranoia. Q and Wil also bond over their curses turning them into bird people [q helps Wil with his wings]

While they're all learning to get along and being happy and domestic and shit, Phil is losing his mind. He's super worried, the nurse won't speak, everyone says they saw wilbur walk into the fucking dark forest. He calls on an old friend of his, techno, who was living in near isolation in the north. He's a great hunter and Phil asks for his help in finding Wil. They venture unto the forest looking for him, but they keep getting lost.

Back at the gangs area, the shield protecting them is getting weaker. Quackity realizes its because his attachment to the rings is lessening because of his feels for Wilbur. This causes a lot of tension between them and after a small mishap, tntduo get into an argument. A less petty, more serious argument, where theyre yelling and digging deep. Quackity hits wilbur where it hurts and wilbur yells at him to shut the fuck up and his magic does its job. Quackity is panicking and wilbur, terrified by himself and guilty of what he did, runs out of the force field and into the forest.

Quackity and the gang try to fix the spell, but can't. Quackity thinks somw things through, and while he's still sorta angry at Wil, he finds he doesn't mind the idea of loving him. He hates the spell tho.

Wilbur meanwhile, is in the forest having a panic attack. In the middle of the trees he cries out and asks every question he has. The forest says nothing, but Wilbur sees a glint and follows it. As he walks through the forest, memories and voices from his past come through, fragmented pieces coming together to give him a message. A memory of a fight with his brother, a sentence from his friend talking about her customers, a distant memory of his mother before she passed. Wilvur is confused and begs the spirits doing this to him to tell him how to undo what he did, and through more messages they tell him that he needs to stop running, and face it. He needs to apologize. So wilbur runs back.

Quackity sees wilbur come back in the stave, the shields are super weak now. The gang are all apprehensive because of how wilbur was before, but he just kneels in front of quackity and apologizes. He speaks for a long time and makes sure his point gets across. Then, quackity laughs, and says that Wilbur is the first person to apologize to him in ages. They smile, embrace, and then the staves shield comes down completely.

Outside the forest, Phil is getting more and more worried. He has seen no sign of his son in months and he is desperate. So, when a young man with an axe and a mission to rid the world of cursed beasts tells him that his son was likely taken by a group of cursed humans in the forest, Phil agrees to help him.

The gang is now separated in the forest and the cursed hunters are after them. They do their best to fight back, but eventually Q is cornered by dream and Phil. Wilbur, recognizing his dad, jumps down and defends Q. Dream realizes Wil is cursed and tries to kill him but Phil kills the hunter just before. Phil then calls techno to get the other hunters out and it's revealed that techno is also a cursed. So Wilbur had nothing to fear from his family.

The story ends with the spirit of Kristin, wilburs mother, and the spirit of the forest, appearing to them and imparting messages of hope and love. Then Phil takes the gang back to his house and they plan to help the world get used to cursed people and then tntduo kiss!!! Tommy gags in the background

theyre soooo /pos

[eldritchmochi]

A N T for that alphabet ask game

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

okay uuuuh i mean, obviously shadowgast i have only written like 300k of it in the past few years. im also quite the fan of ashrym/dashrym and callowmore (tho i like my callowmore on the platonic side personally). i will happily make the dirt wizards kiss ANYONE i do have a widomauk fic in the works and i have an idea for a caleb/yussa fic percolating and theres that one porny art by newt with c3 era caleb paired with ashton and orym that im just :lasereyes: yes i will one day write something for it i stg. also fun fact my First Ship for cr was beauyasha like, ep one. i got like 30 seconds into their first interaction and immediately texted cherry at like two am like PLEASE TELL ME THEYRE A SHIP and lo, they were cannon fucking incredible

outside of cr.... stucky, my beloved, especially with skinny steve because i love that sickly twink; big brother hobie creating Situations for gwen and miles (its hard being wingman to two people when you want them to kiss each other and also theyre idiots); kylux, obvs; rey/finn/poe/rose in basically any combination (i wish i didnt have One Hyperfixation Only type adhd because i would LOVE to write my rey/finn/rose idea where rey and rose are mechanics and finn is having car trouble and then they double team him in the office dont ask me why they have straps in the filing cabinet this is pwp); with hs at one point i would literally randomly generate pwp ideas. i didn't often finish them but it was a good exercise especially in characterization but i was mostly read davekat, daverose, any combo of erisolkat, and davejohn because i fukken pavlov'd myself into liking the ship lmao

shit this is gonna get long here is a read more

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

hhhh i am so sorry if this sounds mean but the bulk of why i dont read a ton of cr fic when i was constantly devouring kylux fic largely boils down to two things

1. the technical stuff is eeh and 2. there is just not a ton of nuance in characterization or plot

both results in me being perpetually frustrated whenever i try to read most of what i open. theres been some gems!! theres also been a lot of stuff with promise where i can tell in a couple years the writer will knock it out of the park!!! but theres also a god awful amount where i'm just like that is not how dicks work lmao

i am sure a lot of that is because the cr fandom skews a lot younger than kylux (where folks are like 20-30 on average instead of 35-50 kinda younger) plus cr has a LOT of esl speakers compared to kylux whereas a TON of kyluxers have degrees in literature or library science, so like, it makes sense that there's a difference, but it still drive me bonkers that i cant just open a fic and read it without closing it halfway through because its too one note :I

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

nope!! i am very ship and let ship in all regards. there are many things i enjoy (like short!essek or the idea that caleb would and probably has made out with all of his friends) that crop up repeatedly across my fic but i'm down for basically any good faith interpretation and i LOVE when someone writes a weird headcannon so well i have to steal it

there are many letters left of this ask meme if anyone else wants to send me a q!! pls enrich the mochi this is fun

[eviltiddyprodnz]

xo kitty: episode 4

my girl got her room assigned with a gamer 😭 my condolences. Minho, you will crumble

you can call her the Portland stalker but one poopy baby and she's kicked out of the dorm. I feel like she's going to move in with them, hopefully with less conditions though! then dramatically move out

maniac by skz!

'you can sleep when you're dead ms covey' 💀

Minho has the Samsung Android 🤨 villain era confirmed 🤪

'worms worms worms' Q: We're in nature embrace it 😤😂

the kitty dae thing is just going to cause me pain

kitty will open to anyone about her mom 😭 ✋ well hey at least Yuri is responding

her managing to get into the records room with her matchmaking skills 😂 slay

they just have the adoption information in the hospital too now!??? right under the names be serious. Is her teacher her half brother 😭😭😭

she's going to jail

Minho is the antithesis to Kitty quite literally at this point. wreaking havoc to all love in all fronts possible 😭 just needs someone to talk to

the French guy being awfully french sends me in

I knew the Australian teacher was going to save kitty. that's your brother babe !!!

the naurrrr 💀

cannot fault her for jumping to conclusions when I'm doing the same rn

and that's why you should've let kitty stay Minho!!!

lmao him pouting around Dae. everybody wants Dae 💀

at what point does anyone actually cut Kitty slack in this show lmao like everybody just abandoned her and she's really surviving here alone.

Q being the guiding light and telling me and Kitty both to not jump to conclusions.

the way they're friends now considering he was the first one to go I'm on Dae's side and he's now at least her friend 😭

Q is so fucking real and Kitty's roomate is not only a slob but a real fucking creep 😭😭😭

Minho finds Kitty on some website where people upload videos of someone sleeping ' I don't see the appeal'. Q: yet somehow you find the site.

Minho made her move out he better find my girl a place!!! L after L for my girl she can't catch a break.

Also for a second i thought he found out something about Yuri and Julianna and not kitty.

Kitty living with Q is a massive slay actually.

And scene

[actualbird]

merry xmas eve kuya zak!!!! sorry in advance if this is filled wiht typos i had my very first bottles of soju and san mig light tonight haha.

hope ur noche buena was fun <33 hope this year was good to u and i hope the next year is gonna b good to both of us

also if ur willing to divulge what was it first drinking experience like??? what did u drink and with whom and what did u feel the day after etc etc idk now that im tipsy i wan know how othe rpeople experience it

neway thank u for being here in general ur blog and ur fics brought me so much joy and im glad u made every wip and published fuc and every analysis and every silly and not so silly but sad headcanons

lotsa love !!!!

that one marikenyo In Ur Inbox All The Time

wahhh merry christmas, inbox-marikenyo :DDD!!! i saw this ask on christmas eve but during then i too was also drunk off a few cocktails and promptly passed out a little bit later orz

i had a great noche buena!! i kept falling into a food coma because i kept eating so much, as the lord intended <3 JHVSKJHFVSD. i hope you also had a great christmas eve and are having a lovely christmas day today ^w^

and as for ur q, my first Real drinking experience was at a party i went to on my last year of college actually in 2020 right before the pandemic hit omg, kinda "late" by some people's standards. i say Real drinking experience, cuz prior to that party i did drink sometimes, but never enough to get drunk!

at that party though, i was with my girlfriend and it was the party of her college org and i was continually handed drinks. i Definitely Got Drunk.

what did i drink? no idea. a mutual friend of my gf and i was mixing the drinks and i never ask whats in stuff, i just drink whatever tastes sweet enough or is drowned in enough soda that i can stomach the bitterness of whatever alcohol content is within.

how was i when i was drunk? the same way i am when i get drunk nowadays: absolute disaster jahsfvasfhasvkfjh. i tend to get loud and lose all my filter when im drunk. also clingy. two things i remember clearly at that party are

1 ) my girlfriend went to the bathroom and i sat on the floor texting another friend about how i missed my girlfriend So Much and i love her So Much. later, when my gf had to leave early before me, i loudly announced "IM GOING HOME, MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONE SO I DONT WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE"

2 ) i was talking to the mutual friend who was mixing the drinks and he was talking about how he plays billiards. i remembered how billiards gloves looked like (it's like a normal glove but two fingers are out in the open) and i said something along the lines of "oh my god so you wear the WHORE GLOVES. why are billiards gloves so fucking SLUTTY"

thats pretty much how i am when im drunk up to this day ajhfvajshf but i seldom drink enough to get to That point, basically only at parties since like, im not the one paying for the drinks LMAO. when i drink lots, i get drunk. but when i drink little, i just get sleepy.

and when i drink enough to get drunk, the next morning always has me regretting Every Decision Ive Ever Made because i always...always....forget to drink water the night before....people around me try their Best to hydrate me while im drinking, but i get stubborn and forgetful and when im handed water i just put it down instinctively and look for something sweeter and usually with alcohol in it and im caught in a vicious cycle that ends with a fuckoff terrible hangover

but it's nothing a soft boiled egg breakfast cant fix HAHA

hope that answered ur q :DDD!! and thank you for the well wishes and the kind words ;v; im really glad that the stuff i make here can bring joy, and i really hope i can make more things in the future

sending u all the love too, inbox marikenyo!!!

[cherryelectricboogaloo]

Now that canon is firmly off my path, the ACTUAL canon things that happen <3

Dream and Punz are gone crabrave the server is safe and sound what nuke what are you talking about lmao funny stuff Tommy and Tubbo killed Dream in the prison didn't you know <3 <3 <3 also Ranboo is back. If you want to know why I would have to reply with DEDSAFIO and Karmaland and Tortillaland don't make me. Anyway, how the children are doing:

Drache Ashes, beloved.

Drache goes to Utah from time to time. They don't really like leaving the SMP behind for long, afraid that things will have drastically changed once they come back, but they do. They can't live without knowing their dad is alright, after all.

In the absence of visits, they write letters to him. They get letters back, too, and all of those get added to their hoard after they're done reading and re-reading every single character, every word. It feels like home, but away from home. They're happy.

Drache goes back to living in the L'Manberg crater, after having left when Dream was announced to have left the prison. It's home, they can't stay far from it for long. Now that things are safe again, they won't be leaving home for a long time.

Tubbo, Ranboo and Tommy have to deal with the clingiest dragon of all times. They don't want to let go of the people they consider family, much less after nearly losing them again, even LESS so having only gotten Ranboo back. Nothing like family to make them feel safe and clingy.

They might have been out searching for Fundy for a long, long time. Instead, they trusted Tommy's little chat to find his chat and send him a little letter. They miss their brother after all, and knowing how close things were to failure, they feel the need to let him know he's loved.

They go back to Las Nevadas, with Jean. Big Q ties their hair up in a stylish bun, saying he had to find creative ways to get his hair done for some time too. …It didn't feel weird. It felt like home.

Time to help rebuild another nation. Their second home, the place where they would go during the day, and the place they would leave for L'Manberg when night fell.

Jean Kiligan

He wrote everything down, to the last details, and published every last bit of Dream's downfall into the news. He made sure to hunt down every house to place a copy on the doorstep, he made sure to let everyone knows his misdeeds. She didn't run it through Quackity beforehand. She quit, actually. She'd write the truth, write everything down far as she could see.

They made many gifts for the people of L'Manberg, whether they were in good terms with the country or not. He remembered them, fondly; he remembered those early days of fights and blood and community. After everything was said and done, he thought it best to think back on those days.

She visited some old friends, from before the server. Before she became a journalist, even. They were skeptical of her, at first, until she showed them her work… how she had learnt from her mistakes. They didn't forgive her, but they wouldn't stop her on her road to recovery either. She was learning, and that was enough for her to not be attacked.

She saw her best friends too, still strong and full of life and rage. They were doing fine. They had even stopped attacking people as much, from what he could tell. Herly built an amusement park with Wats. Dames was getting along with his siblings. She took some time off the SMP with them, welcomed by the people who used to know her best.

They got a new hand-sown Champire flag. They wear it as a cape, happy to go back to their origins. Willard wasn't so thrilled, but when she told him of the beginnings—the very beginnings, when her nation was still nothing more than a small riverside cabin, he didn't bother her further.

Cherry

Ranboo Beloved has never been this smothered in all of his life. Her little guy! The They! The He! Oh my God, he's gonna get so many letters and head pats and cafunés and wobwobwobwobwob awwwew her little fella! He was immediately welcomed back into the Syndicate, at least by her.

Techno had some questions about Snowchester, considering some things he had been hearing from chat, but it went nowhere. They threw a party for his return, one that ended pretty much with Cherry dragging him back to his home so he could properly celebrate with his husband, son and brother-in-law…s, since apparently Michael had an abundance of uncles and aunts.

She got Michael a little cute jumper for him to wear. He definitely will be outgrowing it, with how quick he's getting big, but that wasn't something she worried about. He was everything ever, and she read to him some of the nice letters she received about him.

She danced the night away, Tommy's music selection never disappointed—though he had to be stopped before blasting copyrighted music. It was fine, though. They ate to their heart's content, they celebrated everything and everyone. She never trusted Dream, and she was terribly upset when the Syndicate helped him—the reason why she had temporarily abandoned them—, but it was all in the past.

He was gone, and there would be peace. Getting a tyrant and a torturing bastard out of commission was a dream come true, no pun intended. She decided to bring her home a little close to the Dream SMP… if it could even be called that by now, heh. Idiot. Stupid. Heheh.

And by bringing, she meant it block by block. She would have to organize her Railway, her title as a Railway Lover never going to waste, but that'd be fine. Just a few thousand blocks of difference: for now, all she cared about was setting up a rede and blasting some good songs.

Nothing like listening to João Gilberto and Tom Jobim to wrap up a good day. Maybe she'd go to Niki's to get some cake the next morning! Ranboo deserved some cake, and she wanted to treat herself too.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I like how Van Helsing walks in on Seward as he's changing clothes and has to long monologue at him about needing to cut Lucy's head off

And the next day, he walks in as Seward is still IN BED, tells him he doesn't need to knives after all, and immediately leaves

Just. The way he casually treats Seward's room as a public living room or something

69 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

#4

I love that Soldier Boy has the same way of threatening people as Homelander (putting his hand on their shoulder close to their throat)

And he uses this gesture ON Homelander, the gesture we have seen Homelander himself use so many times as a death threat

And Homelander DOESN'T REALISE IT'S A GESTURE OF THREAT

78 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#3

my journey over the past week

104 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

"It was the better part of an hour when the Count returned. "Aha!" he said; "still at your books? Good! But you must not work always. Come; I am informed that your supper is ready. He took my arm, and we went into the next room, where I found an excellent supper ready on the table."

Can't stop laughing at the mental image of Count Dracula in an apron toiling away in the kitchen for an hour to cook his good friend Jonathan Harker a gourmet supper, and then pretend his servants made it

183 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Van Helsing is so relatable for this

Me writing an E-Mail: Forgive me for writing to you. I apologize for having to make this inquiry. Sorry to bother you. I beg your pardon for having sent you this E-Mail.

256 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

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[lasagnaletters]

another small art dump to celebrate amélie uk's closing night tomorrow :'^) the show has brought me so much joy for over a year now and it will continue to do so after saturday; happy trails to all of them 💚

here is another dump i did when the show first opened! bookends amiright

ok now i start praying for proshot w this cast