#is still going to be used for the queue fyi

[the-fandom-crossroads]

Blog Update!

So I've changed up the blogs desktop theme. Don't know how many people actually visit that page but yeah. I tried to make the text font as big as possible but let me know if it needs to be bigger for readability!

I've also added some dougli theme'd tags that i'm going to be tagging all unique posts this blog makes going forward with.

#Dougligaming- main tag for videos and shorts posted on the main youtube

#Douglivods- All vods from the side channel will be tagged this so they don't flood the dougligaming tag

#Douglimemes- anything badly Photoshop'd by me. Mostly genshin memes. Polls will be in this tag!

#Douglitheories- Any long essay text posts I create. So all the Egypt=Sumeru comparison posts are in this tag. It will also contain headcanon and shippy posts. So not everything in this tag will be things i theorize happening in canon. It's just an umbrella term because I don't want to separate theory and headcanon posts at the moment.

So yeah those are all the major changes to the blog at the moment. If you use mobile or just the dash most of this won't affect you lol. But expect a stream schedule post soon as I'm working on that too!

[kimdokjas]

hi everyone, i'm so glad to be back!!!

so just to give you guys an update on what happened—my account was suspended for almost a whole month.

basically it was just staff holding my account hostage for no real reason ;A; and the result was that my blog appeared deactivated, all of my posts vanished from the tags, asks i sent got eaten by tumblr, and all my dms disappeared during that time.

(to clarify: apparently it was for having too many urls? but most of them were actually active which was weird? and then staff took forever to reply to my emails only to finally be like "here's the list of urls you need to delete or we'll terminate your account forever (:" and the list was just. urls of either actually active group sideblogs or sideblogs i'm not even an admin of and couldn't physically delete even if i wanted to so. i was basically stuck in limbo for a good while until staff finally listened to reason.)

i've spent a lot of time and care curating my blog over the years, as well as building friendships with a lot of wonderful people i've met here—and to have it all suddenly taken away was a really scary experience. these past few weeks i've just been worrying about what would happen if my account got suddenly deleted for good.

still, i'm so thankful that i was able to keep in touch with several of you through discord!

even so, several friends reached out asking me if i blocked them and whether they had done something wrong which is just heartbreaking to me—i'm truly so sorry if anyone thought i blocked them for even a second, it just makes me so sad to think about.

this is the main reason why i just wanted to explain a bit what happened to hopefully clear up any possible misunderstandings.

i really hope nothing like this happens again, but just in case— you can also find me on anilist here (i've been slowly trying to get the hang of it lmao) and mutuals are always free to ask for my discord!

also, thank you to everyone who still kept tagging me in their lovely edits! i'm still tracking #usernikiforova btw, i'm really sorry for the delay if anyone thought i stopped reblogging them! i swear i felt like i was looking sadly through a window at all your beautiful creations but being unable to reblog them ;-; just a heads up that it will probably take me a couple of days to catch up with all the posts but i promise i'll reblog all of them as soon as i can!

and finally, i really want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who was able to reach out to me asking if i was okay and expressing your support—i was honestly so touched to receive your messages and you have no idea how much it meant to me to not feel so alone going through this. ily all so much <3

mutuals, if u could interact w this post just to make sure you've seen it i'd really appreciate it! also, please bear with me as i'll probably rb this a few times just to try to get the word out

[clawing my way out of my coffin already half-buried in the ground] I'M BACK

[pretentiouswreckingball]

hi loves xx

A little fyi, I won’t be as active as I used to because of two things 1) whenever I’m here I get in a very dangerous loop (hehe) and it’s not worth it and 2) I’ve been doing really good in therapy lately and for someone who has been hanging by a thread for years, this means a lot to me. I don’t want the time I spend here to be the detriment of that achievement because even though I’m really putting in the work, is still a very fragile state of mind.

So, as a compromise to myself, I’m turning off notifications and focusing more on other things I want to pursue. I’m not really going away or anything, I’ll keep my queue going and I’ll be here from time to time, I just won’t be as active as I used to, that’s all.

And you might ask yourself, couldn’t I just do that without doing a post about it? Surely. But then, what’s this place if not my personal void to shout at?

[ghostoffuturespast]

A lil PSA from your neighborhood ghost...

If you're accessing Tumblr on desktop, there's probably a number of extensions or available tools out there to improve your experience here. The one I'm most familiar with is Xkit Rewritten. It's great and it's got a ton of useful features you can toggle on and off that can make your Tumblr-ing a more pleasant experience. And it's handy when I'm mass queuing things and sorting through my drafts.

But what about mobile?

Mostly boned. But not entirely.

For those of you who don't know there's a feature here called Tumblr Labs which is located under your Account -> Settings. They're unofficial experimental features. Not tested, might break, yee be warned.

It's a bit hard to find, because it's tucked waaaay down there, but it's got some cool things that I'd actually recommend. (The subscription and favs tabs I like quite a bit, but play around with stuff you think is interesting.) This site was pushing this feature for a while and I knew Tumblr Labs was a thing because of that, but I haven't seen them talk about it in a hot minute so if you're new here, you might not be aware this is even exists. Anyway, the main lab feature I want to talk about is-

Queue 2.0.

God, Queue 2.0 is so much better than the normal Queue.

I schedule and queue almost all of my posts. Now, obviously you can run your blog however you want, maybe you prefer to freestyle, but if you want some more flexibility with running and managing your queue, reblogging, and scheduling posts. This is it right here.

You can queue things exactly when you want to! At specific intervals any time you want! When you know people are going to be on and are more likely to see stuff! It's fantastic!

I'm really hoping they just implement this officially at some point because it's just so much better. They recently added the shuffle and pause button to 1.0 from 2.0, so I'm not sure what the hold up is. ??? Plus, with them giving up the ghost on tumblr live, anything's possible.

Unfortunately, you can't access Queue 2.0 from mobile versions of Tumblr, there's literally not an option to toggle it on. However, know that if you set it up on desktop, Queue 2.0 still operates across devices on your account. Meaning you can set it and forget it. The UI for 2.0 won't be available on mobile, but your queue will still post at whatever schedule you have set it up with in 2.0. At least that's been my experience with the different OS that I use, (windows and android), but results may vary. IDK.

Anyway, this was just a little FYI/PSA from me. So if you didn't know, now you do. 🧡👻

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

a lazy comic about my dinoverse oc? uhh idk

oc info below (if you are intrested ofc)

oh god its very long

jameson heelshire (obv ref)

this is a dinoverse oc (because lately a certain friend of mine has been drawing me into this neat game and honestly i love it), based from brahms heelshire (duh). instead of him being a rat wall (which my oc actually also has a room in the walls but just simply doesnt live there), its his 'wife' that lives there. or so he thought. or so i thought. idk man she maybe lives in the walls or just straight up dead it'd be a mystery instead ig. im more leaning to shes living in the walls, but she is scared of jameson. more to that yes.

i was intending to make him killed his wife but im still contemplating to make the continuation of it. is she dead? is she alive? if so is she in the walls? if she is what is the solemn reason she stays there? fear? or did jameson trapped him? i have more question of him its actually scary.

i know you guys would probably not read those sentences i made in like half to 4 am so i give you

bullets headcanons or just the timeline of his:

his parents is a really strict parents with high standards.

he is very pressured which shapes the personality of him that is perfectionist and doesnt really care for others. also he is very bad at delivering his actual emotion so he looks like a resting bitch face most of the time.

this causes many of his playmates just like naw mommy i dont want to play with this boy, hes real annoying.

and also he doesnt even have that many time to think about friendship anyways.

until this one playmate, a blond girl stayed long enough that when she stop showing up, jameson starts asking about her.

his parents is very thrilled about this that they literally begged the girl to comeback to the mansion.

actually the girl was just really curious about violins and other music instrument, and jameson is basically a walking band (actually its basically just piano, violin and flute mainly).

and jameson didnt expect that his parents would bring her back because he just asking where she went and was about to just continue on with his life.

well now they just like. hating each other. theyre like i didnt want this- AND SO AM I LEAVE ME BE!!!

they have 3 years age gap fyi idk

more and more years passed and jameson doesnt really have a friend other that this girl and they know each other too well now.

they memorized each other habit on the back of their head and often use each other (?)

that girl has a lot of problem with her friends since she become jameson playmate so she often use his name to slip away from her friend group. which they idk kinda judgemental to everyone.

and jameson uses her name as an excuse from his BUSY schedule. also she knows a lot about him WHICH his parents dont.

yeahh and so he come to success by being a professional violinist and that girl is like, prepared to be his bride??????

i mean she doesnt mind anymore but like

WAIT ME????? I DONT WANT TO BE A BRIDE IN LINE idk idk

well jameson did something about it and her parents let her do her own things BUT YOU ARE STILL MARRYING JAMESON

she like yeah yeah and go venture on her own idk making a shop or working in the government.

this sounds like a kingdom lovestory BUT IT IS NOT o have found the answer

she is working as *drumroll queue* administration for the voorhees company. (is that right i feel like voorhees is a company there)

nothing bad happened dont worry

instead of being invested in music, she instead pursue the career of science because she sees the struggle jameson went through.

and shes not having any of that

jameson in the other hand is oh wow you learn this kind of things??

ok then after she went, this girl barely contacted anyone from his family

even jameson. oh EVEN JAMESON. she didnt even bother to send him regards or something. jameson too dont give a shit.

they occasionally meet each other at parties but like simple his and leaves

until jameson parent died. both of them. in the same time. in a weird but also not really.

then the girl hears about this and attends the funeral.

in which she meets jameson again, and he is not crying. at all.

he did cried on her so

long story short they bond with each other again and get married.

and this is where shits got fucked up (eventually) .

yeah so their interest is not really.. compatible for each other.

and both of them changed through out the years they have been seperated

and jameson is real different. especially after his parents death.

he become more secretive than ever. more aware of anything.

on one side its a good thing that he almost never let any inconvenience go unnoticed but there are a lot of things that goes noticed that shouldnt??

but its still the same jameson. the one boy who was so in love with music that its the sole reason he keeps up with the strict schedule of him.

even the girl is sorta changed?

they often broke into an argument over basically anything. misplaced stuff? jameson angry. opening some specific windows in the girl's room? shes pissed as hell. fortunately the mansion is big enough to contain their yelling.

whats unfortunate though is that of the same reason. nobody can hear the screaming.

years passed and theres about no news from these two since the beginning of chaos.

jameson keeps gatting more fame and his 'wife' is now forgotten.

everytime they asked about her he just simply say that shes fine and other sorts. it almost sounded like she is living a happy life as a wife.

oh and also

jameson is VERY manipulative. he can talk himself out of a situation. he can (practically) rizz someone up for his own.

this is caused by his parents. he lies a lot without ever getting caught. his technically mastered the art of bullshit his way through since his parents dislikes a slacking son.

anyways if this were a game, jameson would be those of 'and then there were none' kind of shit.

the back of his mansion is a river near a forest that many people use to slip away from G4

its not that he kidnap them or whatever but he VERY mind the noises.

he prefers people to stay away from his place. the noises makes his 'wife' disturbed. or so he said.

some survived.

has a friend that is a con artist who works in either voorhees company or myers company. probably a friend of his wife.

poor guy doesnt have anyone. oh sorry. his wife.

[lost-girl-2021]

Update

Hey guys, thanks so much for all of the love so far! I had a little time yesterday to work on some stuff, but I'm out of town until Sunday night-ish, so I probably won't post a new chapter until Monday or so. My queue has been restocked, though, so they'll be some things to look at until I have time to work on the newest chapter. (Also, my friend who I'm staying with has a non-Covid cold, so if I get that I might be out of commission for a lil bit).

Also, just an FYI, nothing I'm saying should be taken all that seriously, the reason I have Tumblr is to share my thoughts and ideas, along with meeting people who share my interests. I'm not a part of the franchise, I'm not Mr. Cameron himself, nothing I say has any sway toward the movies lol. If you don't agree with something I write, that's fine, but I don't want to fight about it in the comments and I just won't.

That being said, I'm not calling anyone out/trying to make anyone feel bad and I do love all the comments and thoughts on my work. I'm fine disagreeing on points, I just have a problem when someone's trying to change my pov or pretend like they know me/my experiences or make me feel bad for a headcanon I have. It's not that deep, tbh. Someone recently kept trying to fight with me in my own comments and I just blocked them when it became clear they were looking to fight rather than looking to talk. Like, my dude, are you really so heated over fanfiction that you're going to waste your day trying to argue?

Lastly, for those of you still with me, my updates have become a little slower lately and I just wanted to explain why really quick. I've started school online and it's self-paced, so I'm trying to get it done ASAP so that I can get a job in the medical field and work on moving back to my home state. If anyone has any tips for studying/memorization/focusing, I'd really appreciate it, because I was kind of bad in high school and it's been a while since I've had to use my left-side brain for anything important. I'm still going to update and write, because it's a great de-stresser for me and something fun to do as a break between classes and I've really enjoyed talking/interacting with everyone on here and Ao3. Thanks for all of the notes and feedback!

T.K.

[redrobin-detective]

Hey Red, what actually happened with Eri in TLWA?

*platonically kisses your forehead and brushes back your hair* Lox always coming through for me.

Just a general FYI that I have So Much Background Lore on TLWA verse and will gleefully talk about it at anytime to anyone who shows the slightest interest.

Anyway! I made the decision early on in planning that the Raid arc would fail. The Shie Hassaikai arc was maybe hmm 1-2 months following All Might's (at the time not publicly known) death. Only a dozen people know AM is dead and a handful know about OFA and Izuku being its intended successor. Nighteye reacts to the death poorly and takes it out on Izuku who is NOT invited to his agency. Not to get sidetracked but I also really liked how that disagreement unfurled with Mirio finding out that Nighteye had been grooming him to replace AM and was unhappy Mido was chosen instead. This is what leads to Mirio leaving Nighteye's agency and developing a close, almost brotherly bond with Izuku.

Anywayyy, I needed Nighteye to fail to demonstrate the difference btw him and Izuku in Toshinori's life. Thus, Eri and Chisake get away. It's the first of a many unsuccessful jobs by Nighteye who has lost the heart for it but also, he didn't adapt to the loss of AM, couldn't see the world changing beyond his hero. He retired in disgrace not long after Izuku is named Symbol of Peace in Rise Up.

Gosh I keep getting sidetracked, Eri stayed with Chisake a few more, miserable, painful years. It sad and tragic but Eri eventually learns no one is going to save her so she has to save herself. It takes planning and perfect timing but one day, when Chisake was torturing her as always, he slipped and she was able to permanently rewind him. She flees. In the meantime, Chisake was now devoted all of his time to the quirk destroying bullets recognizing it as the game changer they are. There's now thousands of vials but, with the primary ingredient (Eri) gone, its now a limited supply. A bunch of ineffective, temporary knockoffs flood the market.

Eri is probably about 8ish? And lives rough for a while, she is forced to use her quirk just to survive and stay out of enemy hands. She is eventually taken in by a group of runaway/abandoned kids who band together and protect each other. It was there, through trial, error and practice she finally gets her quirk under control. She is used at first to run chores, to being the distraction as the cute kid to full on participating in petty theft and such to stay alive. She still fears the retribution of the 8 Precepts and doesn't want to go public so she stays in the underground.

She grows up, stronger and more confident but also bitter and jaded that no one helped her. She's against heroes, not in a villain way but in a 'they can't really help anyway'. In between her small crimes, she does little acts of vigilantism here and there, bc she can't stand to see someone mistreated in front of her, will not ignore suffering. On one of these bursts, she runs into the hero Deku, who's just opened his own agency. Queue a messy, several year long back and forth where Izuku tries to help her and she refuses it, untrusting of his intentions.

But she pays attention to the work he does, how he treats people. He even encourages her vigilantism by giving her info on things he legally can't meddle with. She doesn't quite trust him but she does respect him. She is an angry stray cat he can occasionally get to take a few scraps of love out of his hand. He offered her numerous times to get her legally in the system, to foster her and she never can never accept. She is happy, acting in her own capacity for herself. Just knowing that there are heroes out there like him, it gives her a bit more faith in people. She is happy and fiercely loyal to her people. Maybe someday, she'll want the stability of a normal life but for now, answering to no one and working through her own anger and grief through saving others is what she needs.

Her reputation grows, quietly and under the radar as a silent but incredibly effective vigilante who works the areas no one else does. The police are baffled, Deku has no comment on the matter but he does know this teen who is really kind and really powerful who wishes he had been able to save. But in the end while it wasn't okay, she survived and saved her. And now she's doing the same to other lost boys and girls.

[dhampiravidi]

fyi (for your information)

I try to be a friendly, enthusiastic person when it comes to RP. But sometimes my mental health makes me tired. Other times it makes me feel emotionally uncomfortable, to the point of me feeling like I shouldn't interact socially because everyone secretly thinks I'm weird.

On that note, if I keep trying to interact with you through asks & IMs (I know IMs are broken for most of us right now) & I feel like you're not reciprocating, I'll stop trying to talk to you. I don't mean that we can't interact or RP. I just mean that, to avoid making anyone uncomfortable (since 4 people have blocked me within the past 6 months), I'm not going to put as much effort into interactions.

Now, I understand that notifications on here often don't work. I understand that people have lives, so they don't always respond within the day. I just mean, if I see you constantly online & interacting with people, but not with me, I'm going to take that as a sign that I'm being too eager. To avoid getting my feelings hurt, I'll pull back. If we go months without even RPing & you're still super active (I know the difference between active & using a queue, don't worry), I'll stop following or even expecting any RP replies. I'll just leave you alone.

Thanks for reading--

[sparklingichigo]

Main Story

Part 3

After settling in the dormitory the next day, it was time for their classes. Not even one second after they got out of their room, the two girls felt the demons staring at them.

"What?" Haruka asks confusedly.

"Why is your uniform different?" Mammon dumbly asked.

"It's customized, duh?" Ichigo answers with a shrug.

"Yeah, fashionable reasons!" Haruka adds with a nod.

"You guys can do that?!" Asmo gasps. "I want that too! My uniform's so boring!!"

"I mean, you can just buy another uniform... can you?" Haruka asks confusedly.

The demon brothers blinked at Haruka's words, "I don't think that's possible..." Satan points out.

"Why not? Of course, you can! Lady Lania customized this for us..." Haruka asks.

"Oh, congratulations...." He replies sarcastically. "We don't have your privileges!"

"Satan! Don't be rude!" Asmo scolds him. "Sorry about him. He hasn't got his coffee yet."

"You-!"

"What?" Asmo scoffs. "Anyways, Haruka, let's go!" He exclaims, holding Haruka's hand to take her to class.

"Wait, but your break-" Beel was about to remind them about breakfast, but Asmo answered him with, "JUST EAT THEM!!"

"What?!" Haruka gasps.

"I'm getting you food," Asmo replies.

"Really?" Haruka asks.

"Yeah, there's this good cafe I want to show you! They sell the best snacks!" Asmo replies.

At the same time, the others eat their breakfast in the dining room. They all eat silently until Ichigo speaks up about how Satan treats her friend, "Why do you have to talk to her that way? She has no idea that you can't customize it..."

Satan tsk-ed, "It's clearly you guys have that privilege,"

"So? Still doesn't give you the right to be rude!" She scolds him.

In the background, you might hear munching noises from Beel and Mammon, who were invested in the drama, "Wow, first day, and Satan has gained an enemy!" Mammon gasps.

"Serves him right for being rude." Beel nods. "Are you eating that?" He asks.

"I'm still eating it!" Mammon exclaims, keeping his food near him, gatekeeping it.

"Just checking," Beel says.

Mammon huffs and eats the food he has to avoid being eaten by Beel. Back to the drama, they were at each other throats, yelling at each other until all four of them heard the door opening.

Right at the door, they see Lucifer coming into the dining room. The dining room went silent when Lucifer said, "I thought class begins at 8am."

"And what time is it?" Mammon dumbly asks.

"7.30," Lucifer replies. "So you guys better hurry up or face punishment."

Beel and Mammon's eyes widened, and they instantly ran out of the dining room to get to their class, but Satan and Ichigo? Oh, they were still arguing.

"AND THAT'S ON SKILL ISSUE, YOU LIL SH*T!" Ichigo shouts.

"SKILL ISSUE?! SKILL ISSUE YOU SAID?!" Satan shouts back.

"ENOUGH!" Lucifer exclaims, slamming the table.

Satan and Ichigo noticed Lucifer was there and went silent. Lucifer sighed as he said, "Go to class." He said.

"Yes, sir...." Ichigo said.

While Satan just rolls his eyes, getting his bag to class.

Unfortunately, Haruka got separated from Asmo during lunch because he had to run some errands, so she was alone in the cafeteria, about to buy some food. Not even one second, she feels the demons stare at her from afar.

Haruka feels uncomfortable, but she queues for her food anyway. Not long after that, she says, "Oh, you're a human, are you..."

Haruka gasped as she saw an unknown demon behind her. "Yes. Why?" She replies.

"Hm, interesting." The strange demon nods before frowning, pushing her. "Just FYI, this cafeteria belongs to us demons! Not you humans! We've had angels and that one human, and now you and pink b*tch here it's so suffocating!"

Haruka scoffs and pushes her back, "Do you own this building? Who do you think you are?"

"I, for one, am the minister's daughter." She replies.

"And I'm a--"

"Ms. Haruka!" Barbatos's voice can be heard suddenly, causing the demon lady to retreat. "I've seen this lady is bothering you. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, but yes, they were bothering me," Haruka said. The bullying demons instantly run off the area because they know Barbatos can always tattle on them to Diavolo anytime now.

Just in time, Simeon was queuing for his food, "Well, well, isn't it the new student." He greets Haruka with a polite smile.

"Oh, uh... hello," Haruka replies with a polite nod.

Barbatos also smiles at Simeon, "Well, it seems your class got you out early."

"Oh, they usually take all the time they need to get us out." Simeon sighs. "But lucky day indeed." He nods.

"I see. Simeon, may I ask you a favor?" Barbatos asks.

"Oh, anything. Just say it." Simeon replies.

"Can you please take care of Haruka? Her mentor is missing, and not a few minutes ago, some demons decided it's a good idea to bully her." Barbatos asks.

"Oh, of course! I'd love to!" Simeon nods. "You can have lunch with me if you want to, Haruka."

"Oh yes, please!" Haruka exclaims. "Simeon...right?"

"Yes." Simeon nods.

After queuing for her food, Simeon accompanies Haruka to their table, "So, how's RAD so far?" He asks.

"I still get lost in the building. This campus is so huge!" She replies.

"True, it is." Simeon nods. "I got lost on my first day, too. Can't you believe my class is on level 20?"

"What?! On Level 20?!" Haruka gasps. "Mine's on level 3, so it's not difficult to find. But you're in Level 20?"

"Yeah, it's for the computer lab. We're studying how to produce books properly." He answers.

"Really? That's amazing!" Haruka gasps when she hears that. "So, like, your major is book producing?"

"Well, we study books too. Literature major here." Simeon said with a grin.

"That's amazing! Mine's fashion design." Haruka ends up grinning too.

"Ah, so you like drawing?" Simeon asks.

"Yeah, since little!" Haruka replies.

Meanwhile, on level 7, Ichigo gets out of the class sluggishly. Her energy was absorbed by a certain someone, her own mentor. He was not mean or anything, but he's a stuck-up. She sighs as she leans to the wall.

"God, why-" She grumbles.

Suddenly, someone leans to the wall beside her, "You okay?"

Ichigo gasps when she sees this stranger, removing herself from the wall, "Who--"

"Calm down, it's just me," Solomon said. "I'm Solomon, Mr. Viz's assistant."

"Oh, hello!" She greets him, giving him a polite nod. How could she be so impolite to a senior?!

Solomon smiles, "You don't seem well. Are you really okay?"

"I don't know...." She sighs. "You know my mentor, right?"

"Satan? Oh yeah, he's the pain in the ass." Solomon nods.

"Really? He's being an ass to you too?" Ichigo asks.

"Oh, ho, you don't know what he did!" Solomon laughs. "We were rivals. Both of us are equally skilled in this lesson, and did he not slander me enough to the point Mr. Viz would kick me out of class?"

"What?! That's terrible!" Ichigo gasps.

"Yeah, it was." Solomon nods. "Know what? I suggest you switch mentors. Your mental health would be troubled if you stick with him."

"Hm... true, but can we exchange students switch mentors?" She asks again.

"Of course you can! It's only the first day!" Solomon chuckles. "C'mon, let's go!" He holds her hand to take her to Lucifer's office.

In Lucifer's office, he's still busy working with more documents here and there. Solomon didn't even knock. He just opened the door.

"Lucifer, emergency!" He exclaims.

"Next time, KNOCK!" Lucifer scolds him.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just this new exchange student needs a mentor change." Solomon explains.

"Mentor change? What's wrong with Satan?" Lucifer turns confused for sure.

"Satan has been bullying a lot of students. Sure, it's not physical like those spoiled brats, but Satan has been really harsh to them. So please, for Ichigo's and the next new student's sake, just leave the mentoring to me." Solomon replies.

"I'll see about that then." Lucifer nods. "I'll investigate it further. I can't decide blindly over one side of a story."

"Lucifer! Did you not see her?! She was drained!" Solomon exclaims.

"But I can't make this decision on my own!" Lucifer replies just as loudly. "Please let me discuss this with the board."

"Alright..." Solomon sighs. "C'mon, Ichigo." He leads Ichigo out of the office.

"Thank you, Lucifer!" She calls out to him when Solomon ushers her out.

Lucifer sighs. Ichigo truly is a sunshine, and having that sunshine being bullied by Satan? That sounds terrible already! He decides to make a phone call to put this to an end,

"Lord Diavolo, can we please have a board meeting this afternoon?" He asks.

[deewithani]

I won't be reblogging anything tomorrow related to the finale. When I post, I will be putting everything under cuts, and things will still be tagged.

I'm queueing up a bunch of stuff today and tomorrow, and I'm not tagging any of that as queued, just an FYI. You'll see posts from me, but I'll be away for most of tomorrow, and nothing finale related will be outside of a cut (even theory related stuff).

I hope everyone enjoys the finale tomorrow, even if what happens may not make us very happy (see: ep 7). I don't want to accidentally spoil anyone else tomorrow, so I'm going to be extra cautious.

[doctorstethoscope]

Yes Mr. President || Arrangements

art by @mrsh0tchner

hello all! FYI, I am currently on vacation! This chapter is posting from the queue-- I will respond to messages and taglist requests upon my return!

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: mentions of adultery and death

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“Anna Gordon-- she’s 46 years old, a civil rights lawyer,” Emily says, presenting the initial research she was able to gather when you all make it back to the office together.

“Maybe she didn’t know he was married,” Morgan suggests, reading over Emily’s shoulder.

“Didn’t know he was married?” JJ balks. “He’s the dictionary definition of a godly man– or at least, he was– and you seriously think she didn’t know?”

“I called Garcia from the car-- they have emails and texts going back fifteen years. Hotel rooms, secret weekends,” you explain, attempting to ignore JJ’s outburst..

“Fifteen years. Fifteen years!” JJ exclaims. “She probably thought he was going to leave his wife. He wasn’t going to leave his wife, they never do. What was she thinking?”

“Enough, JJ!” You said harshly, shooting a glare across the room at her. The things she was saying weren’t personal, but they sure felt that way.

“I’m not judging her. I’m just saying,” she harrumphs.

“Do you think she called the Enquirer for a payday?” Emily asks.

“No,” you answer quickly. “She had enough for a payday a long time ago, when he was still alive. She loves him-- and that means she cares how this all plays out,” you say, sparing a thought for her. You can’t even imagine how you’d feel in her shoes– it’s too painful. “JJ, you’re on the funeral-- make sure it goes off without a hitch.

Haley hates the West Wing. Everyone who works there is brusque, serious, and short-tempered--- her husband included. She understood, really, that it was the nature of the job-- but that didn’t mean she had to like it. After giving the scheduler a polite smile, she strode into the Oval, where Aaron was seated at his desk after just wrapping up a phone call.

“You’re busy these days,” she remarks, not unkindly.

Aaron doesn’t look up. “I’m running a country. Children are being murdered in East Sudan. Yes, I’m busy,” he says gruffly.

“Right,” she says, taking a breath and trying to let the remark roll off of her. He looks up at her, expectantly, and suddenly she’s choked up-- doesn’t want to be the person who brings him yet another piece of bad news, doesn’t want to open up the floor for a fight, again. She just doesn’t want to do any of it. He blames her for your leaving, and maybe he’s right for it-- but was he not wrong from the beginning? Was she really the one deserving of punishment in all of this?

She tries again. “Aaron,” she says.

“Can we just skip to the end?” He asks.

“I’m sorry?”

“You come in and tell me how I’m failing you. I yell, you yell. I feel guilty for yelling at the mother of my child. I think about how that makes me just like my dad and I spiral. I apologize. You tell me that it’s okay even though it’s not, then you leave and we don’t speak for days. Can we skip to the leaving? Do we have to do the fight?” He asks, exasperated.

Haley sighs. “Reverend Drake died of a heart attack this morning, Aaron. I wanted you to hear it from me because I know how much you admired him, how much his endorsement meant to you on the campaign, not to mention how kind he was to all of us. I thought you might want to hear that from someone who loves you, not read it in a briefing binder later on tonight when you’re all alone in this big oval prison. I thought maybe you’d want to write a note or call his wife. But how silly of me. I forgot you’re running a country-- I’ll let you get back to it,” she scoffed before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

“We had Christmas together every year,” Anna tells you with a fond smile. “We had a tree, and presents and everything. I just had to wait until December 28th, when Nancy went to Cape Cod to see her sister.”

“I understand, Anna,” you say politely. “I have a nondisclosure agreement with me here, and I need you to sign it. What do you need from me to make that happen?”

Anna’s face hardens, turns from something wistful and nostalgic to bitter and angry.“Six million. She has it,” she deadpans.

“She does have it,” you concede. “But, despite fifteen years of almost-Christmases, you’re still just a mistress with a pair of divorces under her belt,” you remind her. “You really don’t have $6 million worth of leverage.”

She levels you with a look before calling out for her son, a ten year old boy who putters into the room a few moments later. “My Vincent,” she says with a smile, looking over at you. “He looks just like his father, don’t you think?”

You give her a curt nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“She wants his money?” Mrs. Drake asks her as you sit across from her in her living room later that evening. You level her with a glance. “Of course she wants his money,” she scoffs, and you roll your eyes. Really, what was Mrs. Drake expecting?

“Here’s the alternative. She writes the book, does the talk shows, and puts your family at the center of a tabloid tornado-- your husband’s legacy, his life’s work will be tarnished forever, and it will be justified. He will have lied to the American people, and she may be his mistress, but why bother to hate her when your husband can’t defend himself regardless. You’re going to have to pay one way or another, Mrs. Drake. So now it’s time to negotiate,”

Your phone rings a moment later, and Derek steps in to help Mrs. Drake discuss further negotiation plans. You answer your cell once you’re alone in the hallway.

“Hello?’ You say.

“I owe you an apology. A big one,” Joey’s voice filters through the line.

“You do,” you agree expectantly. Owing someone an apology and delivering that apology are not the same thing.

“I’m sorry. The things I said last night were uncalled for and unkind, and you didn’t deserve that. Please forgive me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ll think about it. And I’m not being cute.”

“I understand,” he says. “Let me pick you up on Thursday anyhow?

You sigh. At this moment, you weren’t in any particular rush to spend time with him-- but you think back to the conversation you had had with JJ the other day. Maybe you weren’t destined to get the life-changing, passionate, whirlwind love that you once thought you were. But in the absence of that, didn’t you at least deserve something normal, something simple, something easy enough to muddle through?

“Sure, Joey. I’ll see you on Thursday.”

The negotiations are brutal-- you shuttle back and forth across town for hours upon hours, trying to talk both Anna and Mrs. Drake down towards some common ground. And just when you’ve finally gotten them to agree on something, a phone call comes in from Morgan.

“We’ve got a problem,” he tells you after conferencing in JJ and Emily. “The morgue’s releasing Pastor Drake’s body. The medical examiner wants to do an autopsy.”

“The family can say no to that,” you remind him easily.

“Not if the examiner thinks that Pastor Drake died under suspicious circumstances,” JJ reminds you with a click of her tongue.

“If they find out he didn’t die at home, that we tampered with a crime scene--” Emily starts to catastrophize, but you cut her off.

“This story’ll blow up,” you supply.

“And we’ll go to jail,” JJ reminds you pointedly.

“So how do we stop it?” Emily asks.

“Well there is one way…” Morgan suggests.

“Derek, I can’t,” you frown.

“Jail,” JJ reminds you, and you sigh.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Joey.”

It’s been a long time since you put on a dress, or at least one this nice-- you’d bought a gown for President Hotchner’s inauguration, over a year ago now, but never ended up wearing it. All’s well that ends well, it seems, because you hadn’t had time to shop for anything new, and the simple, floor length emerald green dress was still hanging in the back of your closet with the tags on it.

Truth be told, if you didn’t need to talk to Joseph about this autopsy situation, you probably wouldn’t be making it to Haley’s birthday gala at all-- you were still in the thick of the funeral planning, of making sure that Pastor Drake was laid to rest with his legacy intact. You secure a tennis bracelet around your wrist as you hear a knock at your apartment door.

“Coming!” You called out as your heels clicked on your hardwood while you made your way to the door-- you swung it open to reveal Joey, in a sharp black tuxedo.

“You look nice,” Joey said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you told him in response. “You don’t clean up too bad yourself.”

“I didn’t want to look all schleppy for your fancy White House friends,” he remarks.

“Joey--” you start, but he waves you off.

“Sorry, sorry, dropping it now. I’ve got a limo waiting downstairs, are you ready?” He asks you.

“Let me just grab my purse,” you say, stepping in and reaching for a clutch before locking up behind you, taking his arm and letting him lead you into the elevator and down to the waiting limousine.

“How’s work?” You ask once the two are comfortably ensconced in the vehicle.

“Not too bad. Busy, as always, but cases seem to be flowing nicely,” he tells you.

“You heard about Pastor Drake?” You ask, trying to be subtle.

“I did,” he confirms with a solemn nod. “Really tragic. He was a good man, honorable. It’s a huge loss,” he says.

“I heard that your office ordered a full autopsy,” you tried to slip casually into the conversation.

“Yeah, the medical examiner seemed to think there were a couple red flags in her initial review, so we’re just being thorough.” he tells you, pulling out his phone and scanning an email.

“Don’t you think that’s a little unnecessary? I mean, the Drake family has been through enough these past few days,” you say.

“You’re working this case,” Joey accuses in a moment of realization.

“I didn’t say that,” you say, cool as a cucumber in the face of his indignation.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to,” he huffs. “I can’t believe you.”

“Joey, I haven’t even--”

“You’re interfering with a federal investigation. Don’t play coy about it,” he spits out, and it lights a fire in your chest.

“I’m sorry, did I ask you to stop investigating? Did I hold you hostage in this limousine you paid for, on the date you asked me on, after you called me a miserable, uptight bitch?” You question aggressively.

“Yeah, well, you sure proved me wrong!” He yelled back as the limo pulled up to the White House. He opened the door angrily, but you reached over and pulled it shut before you could get out. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m not going to be the headline in tomorrow morning’s Politico Playbook because you can’t control your temper. We’re going out there and we’re smiling, and we’re dancing, and we’re having a good evening, and as soon as we’re back in this limo you can hate my guts.” you tell him, and he huffs out a sigh. He cares far more about the bad press than you do, and he knows that-- hates that even when you’re pissed with him, you’re looking out for him, and doing what you do best while you’re at it.

He takes another deep breath before taking your hand in his, giving you a forced smile. “Shall we?” He asks.

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[fismoll7secinv]

Tips & tools

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Secure apps

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Tumblr stats! How many notes total you have, the most popular posts etc.

Mass tag replacer 

Posts stuck in your queue or disappearing drafts?

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Fandom dictionary

More under the cut: Mass Post Editor, how to find all your tags, plus some more tricks

Mass tag replacer

You can find all your posts tagged with specific tag or tags, replace those tags or delete them, see the count of posts with them. 

Tip: click on the filter button for additional options like including queue/drafts, case sensitive search or deleting tags:

Click on “help” for more tricks, e.g. appending or ordering tags. You can also easily fix a typo with this (find tag ‘atr’, replace with ‘art’).

Warn: it breaks sometimes lmao (at least it did when I tried to change tags on over 4k posts at once. Still managed to do it with a few tries)

Bonus: look at this beautiful loading animation from this site

Mass Post Editor

For batch deleting posts and editing tags:

You can also see all the tags which you used in your blog here. Details below.

 Find your tags

1) Most common tags - go to your blog’s archive (FYI you can see someone else’s tag counts in their blog’s archive as well)

2) All tags - see prompts while adding tags in Mass Post Editor:

3) All tags - extract from html in Mass Post Editor:

Explanation: for you to be able to see the prompts in the previous step they have to be fetched from the server. Tumblr dot com just injects all of your tags to the html sent to your browser, then searches this tag list while you’re typing in the box above. You can extract them from there.

Short version: search for ‘tags_to_add’ in html

Longer version:

Hit F12 (or whatever will open devtools in your browser)

Open Elements tab

Search for ‘tags_to_add’ (ctrl+f)

Right-click to copy the element 

Paste to your preferred text editor, delete noise and you’re done 🎉

Bonus: turn this messy list into an excel sheet with filters and sorting

Goal:

Let’s get to it.

1) Paste the html element with tags to a preferred editor (I’ll use the simplest Windows editor for your convenience but anything with the option to replace characters works)

2) Delete everything except the list of tags (beginning and end) 

3) Replace the delimiter (the thingy that separates the tags) for something that is not present inside the tags, I’ll choose #. Hit ctrl+h or choose Edit->Replace in the menu:

4) Convert unicode hexes to ascii e.g. \x3e to > (to have :> instead of :\x3e). I used this online converter

5) Copy the converted text and paste to a cell in excel. Then go by this:

Data->Text to columns 

Delimited -> Next

Other: # -> Finish

Select the whole row and copy

Paste options: Transpose to another cell, e.g. A2

Delete the first row and write ‘Tags’ as the header in A1

Data->Filter for the column with tags 

For the record - I’m not an excel expert so this may be a roundabout way.

The end 😬 Now you can sort, filter or whatever you like.

[thedwarrowscholar]

Now Serving #456

A little (though for some important) reminder of the queue etiquette and need to know basics before asking questions. 

Firstly, a heads-up that I have just finished a massive raid on my tumblr contact queue. I can with some modest pride report I have mercilessly slaughtered question after question... cutting down the queue in half.

Mind you that still leaves a loooooooooooooot of asks in queue sadly, but I will get to you eventually. Promise

Please keep in mind the following about the contact queue however: The vast majority of the questions that I receive via the contact queue are answered privately and are not posted publicly. ONLY when I see the answer would benefit more people, or the request isn't too personal would I consider posting it publicly. Roughly one in twenty questions is posted publicly. Please respect the guidelines as listed in the contact queue form. This is very important and I cannot repeat this enough.  Please do not send the same request several times. The shameful record currently stands at 18 times fyi (mind blowing tbh)- please do not attempt to break this distasteful record... I have my block button handy. Seriously though, PLEASE - if you wish to ask a question - read the rules in the contact queue form first and follow those. This way I won't be wasting any time and folks can get there answers more quickly (and the queue doesn't turn into the massive monster it is now). Presently, you may need to wait about 8 to 9 weeks before I get to your question sadly. For anything urgent please use email (as mentioned in the contact queue guidelines). Please be respectful. I’m no google translate machine, nor is a simple kind hello too much to ask. As you may or may not know, I have been going through a rough personal time recently (mainly stress related, panic attacks and mental health issues). Nothing to be ashamed about of course and I’m getting the proper professional help. Yet my main triggers are tasks that are left undone and folks that do treat others with little to no respect. Ignoring these guidelines results in more questions that are left undone and results in showing me little to no respect.  As such, if you value what I do - and would appreciate that I keep doing it - please follow the guidelines as listed. 

Ever at your service, The Dwarrow Scholar

[bonsaiiiiiii]

these days, i came across this situation that angered me for motives i didn’t know at the time, but today I understood why.

putting this discussion topic (?) under a readmore banner. this shouldn’t get very long, and it’s not even awful or something, but i just wanted to so it could save you the time of scrolling through if you don’t wanna read.

(spoiler: it gets a bit lengthy, but please, if you can, read it and give me your opinion on it, just to help me understand better. ty ❤️)

so basically it starts with my roommate that had to do this transport pass. they had to fill in a module and, since their mother was there, she filled it in. nothing bothering, until she signed for their child. literally, she faked their child’s signature and put it in the module by herself. and after that both mother and child were grinning widely like it was a common thing. i literally was there and couldn’t understand, because even if mom was there with me i still would’ve signed by myself ?? and normally it’s the other way around, you fake your mom’s signature so if you miss school you are justified and your mom doesn’t know bc the school thinks your mom gave you permission through the signature, something like this. so i couldn’t place why i was so confused and negatively affected by this (not irritated, just sour), but i thought, hey i’ve never done this before and not even mom has done this before, so i’m just overreacting as per usual because i’ve never seen this scenario (just fyi, i never even once faked my mom’s signature, so it’s going both ways, i don’t fake hers and she doesn’t fake mine).

next thing that happens is, while we’re eating, they receive a call from someone. they reply, and from the replies they give it’s probable the person on the phone mistook them for their mother, but they continue and go “yes, my child called yesterday” like they were the mother and, again, i was like ???? oi, are you her secretary or smth? because i’ve never done this before either, i would just go “yes, but i’m her daughter actually, would you like to leave a message for her?” and i’ve never seen this done on my friends either (not that i have many, but anyways) and it left me confused and borderline irritated, but again i couldn’t place why.

so today i was thinking about it, and came to a conclusion, but it’s pretty personal or at least that’s what i think: about the signature, i see it as a way to express your identity. like, you’re a little bean of about 10 years or smth and want to create your own signature and you go for it, and then during your teen years you come back at it again and you try to practice it because heck in a few years you’ll be an adult, and you gotta get your signature ready for the world, because that’s the world’s way to know you’ve been in a certain place (at least thats what i did, it might vary from person to person and not everyone might get attached to it like i do). so it angers me to know that my identity, a little part of it, is being stolen by me because, since my mom is faking my signature then my neighbor can too, right? the salesman around the corner can too, right? so what did you do a signature for if you can’t use it when needed?

about the phone call, it was the opposite thing: you temporarily stole your mom’s identity. like, literally, they mistake you for you mom and you get along with it, you become your mom because that’s more practical (????) than being yourself and saying “mom ain’t here”? idk. it might be me…

since i was of a valid enough age to understand about this, mom always told me that my signature was unique, that it was mine and that it shouldn’t be stolen as well as i shouldn’t steal someone else’s, and so it happened, i don’t steal mom’s signature as well as she doesn’t steal mine, as well as i don’t let others steal mine. i understand that if it’s a real necessity and i’m not there to sign promptly then yeah, it must be done, but if we’re both in a queue with 20 people in front of us, there’s time, i’m there, and yet you still sign for me…

so yeah, it might be because we’re all different between each other and that’s what makes us unique, but whenever i’ll have children i want to teach them what mom taught me, and that is that your signature and identity is yours and yours alone, and you shouldn’t steal another’s and let yours be stolen even for trivial things like a transport pass module. am i wrong? am i overreacting?

[nerdybirdboy]

I'm on my laptop on tumblr for the first time in like a month. Time for replies. I will queue all/most of them, just fyi. Hopefully, things will be back to normal in mid Sep since I will then be more used to my work, the move is done and Uni has been going for a couple of weeks too.

Edit, if by then I still have muse for Simeon, I might add him to my multimuse blog.

[holycafe]

Just fyi, I'm going to be using Conspiracybird as my main Tim/Bernard ship tag now. I'll still be using Timber as well for the time being because I have like 700+ posts in my queue, but just keep it in mind for filtering purposes.