#my carrd is useless to me

[herawell]

Every day I come closer and closer to writing a fic where Ma/rmee beats the absolute crap out of A/my for burning J/o's book and ensures the rest of the family shuns her for a long, long, time. And doesn't tell J/o to get over it before the sun sets.

[a-shadowedvales]

@havvkinsqueen : is it everything you hoped for?

the weeping creatures that had long reigned in janessa's young body were finally beginning to dissolve. the blood on her hands, the thrumming ache in her heart mattered not— not when she was integrated into an environment like this. where individuality was celebrated and respected, where loneliness felt far less burdensome. apart from a few connections created in archery club, ( a sport jane had become incredibly fond of, as it was a way to develop her concentration and attention skills, ) there had been one student amongst the herd she'd already developed a nice connection with. she felt very lucky to know the ghostly girl, in fact. while she hadn't yet sought friends out, too occupied in finding herself opposed to forming true bonds, it didn't mean she wouldn't welcome them when or if they came along. ❝ it is... strange. but good. ❞ hesitation threatened her expression of glee, worried if she proclaimed just the extent of her happiness, it may be stripped from her in a moment's breath.

hope was certainly an interesting choice of words, given she'd known nothing of aspirations nor possibilities outside bleak walls and unbearable tests for eight straight years. nevermore academy was a masterful change: the child would never take it for granted. she cleared her throat, daring to elaborate. ❝ there is a lot to learn. i think i can do it. ❞ confidence slowly began brewing in the crux of her core as each new day approached, understanding the array of subjects, requesting assistance when she needed a guiding hand, raising her own when believing she had a correct response in class. although, chrissy was a different case completely, and one which jane didn't understand in the slightest, no matter how she tried. how could you be alive and dead at the same time? one of the many complexities still nagging for an answer! ❝ is it normal that it is… hard? ❞ she scarcely thought she’d breeze through the workload or social norms, but there was part of her feeling somewhat behind. chrissy had been here far longer, which is why these concealed questions were directed to her, someone with more experience. ❝ do you find it hard? ❞

[nhmkhnh]

stalker!vi x fem!reader

preface: even the strongest fall to their knees when they find something — someone — they can't live without.

author's note: it's me again, another day being beaten up by a song (angel - massive attack) again, and wrote this, enjoy!

wrn: lowercase, obsessive and possessive vi, stalking.

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

the first sight.

it wasn't supposed to happen. vi had been hunting something else — a debt, a fight, a reason to keep breathing. then she saw you.

you, stumbling out into the sickly gold of streetlight, laughing, breathing — living in a way she hadn't seen anyone do in years. and her heart — her useless, broken heart — latched onto you with a violence that made her stagger.

"shit," vi breathed under her breath, one hand curling into a trembling fist. "i'm fucked."

she never stood a chance.

saving without being seen

the cart barreled down the hill — too fast, too heavy — aimed straight at you. you didn’t see it. you were too busy fiddling with your bag, humming a tune vi could almost hear.

she didn’t think, didn't plan. she just moved.

a blur of strength and scarred knuckles — the cart wrenched aside with a grunt and a crash, splintering into useless wreckage against the wall.

you looked up, startled. but there was no one there.

only vi, tucked into the alley, clutching her throbbing shoulder, grinning like an idiot in the dark.

"you're welcome, angel," she whispered, unseen.

leaving her mark.

vi stood over the bench where you usually sat, heart hammering against her ribs. tonight, she'd leave something. something small. nothing crazy.

her jacket — worn, battered, still smelling faintly of smoke and soap — was folded neatly across the bench.

she stood back, staring at it like she'd just carved her soul into the concrete. would you wear it? touch it? think of her?

a crooked, hungry smile twisted her mouth.

"now you got a piece of me," she muttered. "maybe someday… i'll get a piece of you too."

seeing you laugh with someone else.

the laugh ripped through her chest like a knife.

vi froze across the street, hidden by the flickering neon, fists twitching at her sides.

you — her angel — were laughing, leaning into someone else. not her.

the world blurred, her ears filled with static.

"they don't know you," she muttered bitterly, the words slicing her tongue. "they don't fucking deserve you."

a brick cracked under her fist as she turned away, breathing fire.

"you'll see someday," she promised the night. "you’re meant to be mine."

accidental anonymous message.

her hands were shaking as she typed it. a stupid, reckless message sent to a burner account:

"you're perfect. you’re everything."

the second she hit send, regret slammed into her chest. vi swore violently under her breath, fumbling to delete the account, erase every trace of her weakness.

she pressed her forehead to the grimy wall, laughing a little hysterically.

"smooth move, dumbass," she whispered. "real subtle."

but somewhere deep down, a dark, vicious part of her grinned.

at least now you had a hint of how much you were wanted.

silent revenge.

she heard it — the snide comment, the cruel laughter aimed your way — and something inside her snapped.

hours later, the asshole was nursing a broken nose and missing a week’s pay.

vi leaned against the alley wall, lighting a cigarette with shaking fingers, satisfaction buzzing under her skin.

"nobody talks about my girl like that," she muttered to the night, smiling without humor. "nobody."

you'd never know. she didn't want you to. protecting you meant keeping her darkness out of your world.

even if it meant getting her hands dirty.

drunken confession.

the bottle slipped from her fingers, clinking harmlessly against the rooftop gravel. vi swayed, grinning sloppily at the distant outline of your window.

"prettiest thing i ever saw," she slurred into the dark. "don't even fuckin' know you're mine."

she laughed — a raw, broken sound — and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"someday, babygirl," she whispered, slumping against the rooftop ledge. "i'm gonna make you see. gonna make you stay."

the city blurred, lights swimming into stars.

but even blind drunk, she never lost sight of you.

the thought of losing you.

she heard it by accident — a stray comment, a casual plan.

you might be leaving soon. new job. new city.

the world tilted under her feet.

vi stumbled into the alleyway, heart crashing against her ribs so hard she thought she might vomit. she clawed at her chest, gasping.

"no," she croaked. "no, you can't—"

she was moving before she could think, boots pounding against concrete. she had to find you. had to stop you. had to hold on.

because living without you wasn't an option anymore. it never had been.

the nightmare.

the dream clung to her like oil. blood. screaming. your face — lifeless — slipping out of her arms.

vi bolted upright with a gasp, soaked in sweat, lungs heaving like she’d run for miles.

“no. no no no—”

she was on her feet before her brain caught up, yanking on her boots with shaking hands, heart in her throat.

she didn’t care that it was 3am. she didn’t care that it had just been a dream.

she had to see you. had to see you breathing, alive, untouched by the horrors that stalked her mind.

and when she reached your building — silent and still under moonlight — and saw your bedroom window softly glowing, vi collapsed against the alley wall and wept.

not from relief. from terror at how easily her whole world could vanish.

“you don’t even fuckin’ know it, do you?” she whispered, forehead pressed to the bricks. “you’re my everything.”

the jealously.

they touched your arm.

laughed too loud at something you said. leaned too close.

vi watched from the rooftop, eyes narrow, jaw clenched until her teeth ached. her fingers twitched — like they were already picturing a fist to someone’s face.

“who the fuck does he think he is…”

she started pacing, muttering plans under her breath — surveillance, intimidation, “a little scare to get him to back off.”

but the longer she stood there, the more her own thoughts started to disgust her.

she dropped to her knees, breathing hard, burying her face in her hands.

“what the hell is wrong with me…”

she didn’t want to hurt anyone. not really.

she just wanted you.

but that want… it was turning sharp. ugly. dangerous.

“i need to stop. i need— i need you. just you.”

her voice cracked on the last word.

she wasn’t sure if she was praying or confessing.

the ring.

it sat in her palm like a promise.

simple. silver. scratched a little around the edges — she’d picked it up from some back alley pawnshop with blood on her knuckles and adrenaline in her veins.

she carried it everywhere. never wore it. but she touched it constantly.

sometimes she’d hold it up to the sky and imagine sliding it onto your finger. sometimes she’d whisper vows into the metal, voice low and rough:

“someday, angel. i swear to god, someday you’re gonna look at me and see home.”

she kept it in a tiny box, wrapped in a threadbare scrap of her old boxing wraps — tucked deep in her jacket pocket like a secret.

no one knew. no one would ever know.

but it was there. waiting.

just like she was.

[tommydarlings]

pairing: charles leclerc ; carlos sainz ; max verstappen; toto wolff ; lando norris; rbr!sebastian vettel x reader

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of chocking, mentions of fucking infront of a mirror, mentions of possessiveness, mentions of public sex, mentions of slapping, mentions of cum eating, mentions of fingers in mouth

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CHARLES LECLERC

LOVES to tease you but HATES it when you tease him.

“You better stop touching me right now or I’ll make sure that you have no tears left to cry anymore by the end of the night, mon amour.”

Always dragging you by your wrist to the bedroom/restroom when you were a brat.

“I’ve had enough of your little game, ma jolie — one your knees, now.”

ABSOLUTELY LOVES to see his veiny fingers making their way down your mouth, likes loves to stuff your mouth with them.

“Just like that baby, take them deep down your throat, just like we’ve practiced.”

CARLOS SAINZ

Lots of chocking.

“Look at that big hand around you delicate little throat, cariño, so beautiful.”

LOVES railing you infront of a mirror with a passion.

“Look at you, baby, Look at your pathetic, little figure, fucking love it.”

Overstimulates you for fun if he had a bad race.

“Stay still or I’ll tie every single limb if yours to the bedposts, you got me?”

“Don’t try to fight it, cariño, it’s useless.”

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SO possessive over you. Like, if any other man even looks at you, he’s mad like an animal.

“You're body is mine, you're mind is mine and you're heart is mine, understood?”

“I own you, y/n.”

Always sneakingly touching you under the table at a dinner party in a restaurant or at a family dinner at home in the Netherlands.

“Shh baby, it’s okay — I got you, don’t I? Yeah, I do.”

Slapping you if you're being a BIG brat.

“Talk to me like that again and I’ll slap that pretty little face of yours until it's genuinely painful, okay?”

TOTO WOLFF

Always touching you somewhere, either your arm or your thigh or your palm, he loooooves touching you.

Showing everybody that you belong to him and will always belong to him.

“You're my perfect little girl and my perfect little girl only, am I clear?”

Choking you when you are riding him and thinking that you’ve got the lead now.

“Don’t you think that just because I let you ride my cock that you’ll get all the power, Schatzi, I am always gonna be in charge, you hear me? Always.”

A bit overprotective but honestly… you love it.

LANDO NORRIS

Loves to let his hands good along your skin when he’s thrusting into you.

“How did I get so lucky, hmm?”

“Such a pretty, pretty girl I got myself, don’t I?”

“You're.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Beautiful.” Thrust

Kisses his way up your neck, always making you giggle in the process.

Secretly LOVES to eat you out and eat your cum.

RBR!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

Lots of eye contact.

“Look at me, liebling, c'mon.”

“Keep your eyes on me, that’s a good girl.”

LOVES calling you his good little girl.

“My obedient, little girl, that’s exactly what you are, am I right?”

Always strokes your cheek and puts your hair behind your ear.

“Shh, it’s okay liebling, I’ll take good care of you now, don’t worry.”

[lovesickvalentines]

how does your marvel s/i (re: your ship with Magneto) feel about the brotherhood members? (Toad, Blob, Avalanche, etc.)

HELLOOOOO THANK YOUUU i shall start with a summary of me and magneto's deal since it isn't written out on my carrd partly bcs i havent nailed down my mutation. i cant decide if i want it to be i can shift between having different animal features or if its just one animal, that being a ram. the main idea is that its meant to be a "useless" mutation, he's no superhero

anywaaaayss while magneto is fighting someone, i am a passerby that gets injured. while leaving he spots me and for some reasons decides to take me with him. he falls fast and hard.

but the brotherhood! speaking about all of them at once first, they're all a bit confused on why magneto is bringing some random mutant around. he's their boss so they don't question him but all of them aren't sure what to think of it at first. in terms of individual..... note i haven't many comics at all, my main source is the animated series! love u

toad - animal brother! i think we'd bond based on having very similar mutations and he's likely the first one i really become friends with. we were also both saved by magneto so more bonding! we'd be gaming buddies maybe...

blob - secret sensitive side here i come...... everybody intimidated me at first i wont repeat that 100 times. maybe one of the longest it takes to get close with, im generally a bit sensitive so our personalities would crash a bit. but i think my caring nature can get through to him.

avalanche - i remember nothing abt him from the cartoon EEEEEEEEKKK. were chill i think.... scratches my head WHOOPS moving on

pyro - the second i find out he's a writer i'm on him. i'm no published author but i dabble so i'd be veeeeery very interested. perhaps his personality could be overwhelming but were chill yesssirrr

quicksilver & scarlet witch - they're probably the first to figure out that magneto is falling in love with me. this i think causes them to be veeery nice to me so obviously we get along very very well. like my step kids but not........ sorta.... not really the relationship we have but still a very nice bond. me n magento do have an age gap but im not their age. important!

now i could have sworn he was included but maybe thats just because he constantly shows up in the cartoon. but anyways. sabretooth - the moooost confused as to why magneto is bringing 'some guy' in. takes a while to even talk to me at all so i remain intimidated by him for a whiiillee. but after a while i think we'd bond similar to toad over our animal based mutations. especially with how we were treated when we were kids, though me not nearly as bad eek! once we're friends i feel very comfortable relying on him and hanging around. also im buddies with primrose (hi johnny) so that gets me points.

perhaps a bit obvious that again im mainly knowledgeable on the 90s cartoon n a little bit of evolution........ if anyone has comic recommendations ill love u forever thanksss

[lesbxdyke]

Look, listen, I get not wanting certain people touching things you make. If I had my way, every no TERF or Transphobe would even be able to hit the reblog button on any of my posts, so believe me kids, I get it.

HOWEVER!

Even if we ignore all the ways that DNIs are kinda useless, if they only exist on your pinned, or worse, on a completely separate website (Carrd, Rentry, etc) then 99% of people are not going to see them.

So either put them on your post, in clear language (& without the threats, because that just makes you look terminally online & mean) or accept that people you don't like are going to be touching your posts and it's YOUR job to enforce your boundaries and block according.

And for the love of everything, stop sending people arsey anons/asks/messages because they 'violated your DNI' when it wasn't on the damn post.

(& while I'm here: sending requests that people 'delete your post from their blogs!!!' is also dumb and pointless and far more likely to just get you laughed at. Block them. Move on. Your time online will be so much nicer!)

[moosethren]

Free Space - Clone x Oc Week 2025

I just want to thank the mods for hosting this event; it must have been a massive undertaking!

@clonexocweek

There's a lot I could talk about with Tech and Ash. They're a ship that got me through a hard time and I absolutely adore them. And being autistic myself, I see myself in both Tech's and Ash's reactions to things.

The drabble below is the last moment they share together before Order 66 comes crashing on them all and has a hint towards another clone x oc ship of mine.

Thank you to those who have reblogged and read my posts!

Ash's carrd

In the cockpit, Ash could be heard clicking away at something, occasionally cursing in her native tongue under her breath. The blasted thing was lagging and not cooperating at all, making her angrier by the second. 

“It’s not… that’s not what I want you to do! Just… work! Argh, dammit!” Shaking the datapad in her hand, her fingers clenched around it to the point it started to creak before she stood up from the chair and turned to throw it away from her. At the same time Tech was approaching the cockpit, about to grab the back of her seat.

He instinctively ducked as the datapad came flying by his head, looking over his shoulder where it clattered to the floor before turning back to Ash. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape in shock and horror all at once. 

Tech merely raised an eyebrow. “Problems?”

“Ah, shit, I’m… I’m sorry,” she groaned then, looking mortified before dragging her hand over her face. She really needed to control her temper but when technological things just didn't work, her patience flew out the window.

“Do not worry. You are not the first one to throw things around in the ship.” He took a few steps back, picking up the datapad and adjusting his goggles as he took a closer look at it, not missing the cracks in it.

“Don’t bother, Tech. It’s not working anyway. Poor thing’s been through too much over the years now.”

“More than a few years. It is a K7-model. I have only ever heard of them, never actually seen one up close.”

“That old, huh…?”

“Quite. I am surprised it has worked this long. Especially with your tendency to veer towards Wrecker’s temper when it comes to technological things.” 

She swore he had a smirk in his face, before he started to click away on the datapad. It gave no response and he hummed thoughtfully, picking up one of his tools instead and pried open its backside. He seemed quite content like this, trying to fix what was broken.

“Ah. I found the source of your frustrations.” He held up a black circular chip that he had plucked out of it. “Fried, I am afraid. And they have not been manufactured for years by now. Replacing it with a current model is not going to work either, the power connections will not fit.” 

“So it’s pretty much useless then? I guess I can still use it as target practice.”

“I would like to keep it, if you do not mind.” Ash shrugged. It wasn’t as if she would have any use for it anymore. Though she wondered what he could possibly want it for.

“Go ahead. I suppose there’s no saving the data on it?”

“No, that chip controls the harddrive. What did you save on it?”

“I like collecting old sheets of music I’ve found on my travels. It’s a fun challenge trying to convert them into violin music. Didn’t use that old thing for much else though. It couldn’t do much else.”

“I see.”

“Thanks for taking a look at it, despite nearly being beheaded by it.” She smiled faintly at him, not missing his brow furrowing. He turned it around in his hand again.

“Getting beheaded by it would be quite impressive…” 

Ash shook her head gently, the smile remaining. 

“Well, still, thank you. I… need to take another look at my gear before the mission. Talk to you later.” He watched her depart the cockpit. His focus quickly fell back to the datapad though. Lifting it up, he tapped it thoughtfully against his chin.

A successful mission later and safely back on Cardulia again, Ash bid the Batch goodbye for now. The more missions she did with them, the more difficult it became each time to leave. She was quite fond of their company, especially Tech’s. Even when not on the ship with them, her thoughts often strayed to him. 

That she was fond of him was quite clear, if not to him, then the rest of the squad. Their teasing had grown significantly these days, to the point that even Tech noticed it from time to time. They never spoke about it though, as if there was a silent agreement on pretending nothing was there. And maybe it wasn’t. Maybe she imagined it all. Even if she wasn’t, she enjoyed their friendship too much to put it at risk. 

With all that in mind, she felt a bit sad that he wasn’t present when she stepped off the Marauder’s ramp, with Wrecker waving enthusiastically to her from inside the ship, Crosshair standing in the doorframe. Hunter leaned on the frame’s other side, with his arms across his chest. Echo was outside, looking over one of the ship’s panels from the outside but raised his hand in farewell when he realised Ash was leaving.

“Can’t wait to see you again, Ash!” Wrecker called out over Crosshair’s head, who winced at the loud volume near his ears, nearly dropping the toothpick from his mouth. He did drop it when Tech suddenly shoved his way between him and Hunter, with the latter forced to step outside of the ramp, barely catching himself against the doorway. Almost hanging from the doorway, his fingers tightly clutched around the frame, he gave Crosshair a deadpan who chuckled before catching his wrist to help pull the sergeant back up.

Tech’s voice made Ash turn around immediately, the feathers of her wings fluttering in the movement. “Ash, wait!” 

She masked her relief quickly enough, her ears darting upwards in attention. Behind them and the landing platforms, the city of Tovor was sprawling with life, carduls, humans and other aliens marching back and forth; busy with accepting deliveries and sending them off to their numerous trade routes. Cardulia was flourishing, their trades one of the most important ones in this sector of the galaxy. An achievement considering the dangerous systems nearby.

Tech stopped in front of her, holding out a datapad for her to take. “I wanted to give you this. It is one of my spare datapads.”

“Spare? How many do you have?” She accepted it, turning it around in her hand to study it closer. It was certainly newer than her own. Which meant more complicated, undoubtedly.

“Four at the moment. I can do without a fifth. And -” he sided up with her to show her something on it, putting his hand over hers where she held the datapad for extra support, the other clicking at the buttons.

“It has quite a lot more functions than your K7 model did. Comlink, audio and recording functions, orientation access, holonet access, several text programs. I have also downloaded a few music sheets for you. I cannot recover the ones you lost, but I managed to find a few cardulian ones. On top of a few classics and one of my favourites.”

Ash had been distracted by all the functions of the datapad, blinking a little dumbfounded during his explanation. Now she abruptly turned her head to look at him though. 

“You - you have favourites?”

“Of course. Classical music is very stimulating to the mind. I had no idea you could convert sheets yourself though. Do you play?” He was immensely curious as he looked down at her, his hand still over hers. Something Ash realized first now. Her eyes fell back down at the datapad, glancing over at his fingers. It was far from the first time he huddled up against her side to show her something but he never touched her while at it.

Before she could reply, Hunter’s voice was heard, reminding her that they were still nearby.

“Tech! We need to get going.” He winced as Crosshair smacked him across his shoulder before the sergeant shrugged and stepped inside the ship.

“I’ll tell you next time,” Ash chuckled after having glanced over at the ship, as Tech looked torn between leaving and staying now, obviously struggling with moving his thoughts from the conversation and back to action.

She squeezed his hand over the datapad before tucking it into her bag. “Thank you. Again.” 

“Of course,” he offered a brisk smile, withdrawing his hands and resting them a little awkwardly before his chest now that he had nothing to occupy them with. He watched her take a few steps backwards off the landing platform, as if she didn’t really want to leave, until she turned and headed into the city proper itself.

Tech stood there for a few moments, contemplating how much he wanted to follow her. But duty called. Heading back to the ship, he spotted Crosshair’s arched eyebrow as he stepped inside.

Tech gave him a look in return. “What?”

“Adorable,” the sniper retorted with a smirk. “Going to start counting down the days until we work with her again?”

“Those will probably be short,” Tech replied, missing the tease entirely. “According to the latest data, the war is going very much in the Republic’s favour. We might see an end to it soon.”

“Oh, goodie.” Crosshair paused, not sure he liked those implications. An end to the war? While the idea was nice, it put one question in his mind most of all. What would happen then? It was such an unknown, that not even all of Tech’s data could prepare them for it. He looked upwards, watching the busy streets of Tovor up ahead.

“Things will surely get interesting once the war ends,” he voiced out loud, making Tech pause at the top of the ramp, as he observed Crosshair.

“I cannot imagine they will change too much. A celebration, followed by months or even years of political strife between the Republic and the Separatist remains. Rogue criminal elements will always be a constant in the galaxy, so most likely soldiers like us will be utilised to deal with them or any Separatist insurgents, while the regs will continue to serve as the backbone of the Republic's military. But that is just one hypothesis. I would not worry too much about sizable differences.” 

Crosshair wasn’t surprised to hear that his brother had already thought about the implications of the war ending. What didn’t that man think of? At least in some matters.

“Perhaps you will be visiting Cardulia more often? And Ash?” he suggested out loud, as Tech offered the city a brief glance. His brow furrowed. Their free time would not increase just because the Republic won. And now he did realise one terrible change that might occur.

“With the war ending, the Jedi will return to their previous duties. They will no longer be generals and thus any squads under their care will be diverted to other tasks. Most likely, Ash and Hide’s partnership will end. Where that leaves her…”

That one he hadn’t even considered yet. It was as if he hadn’t dared to touch that possibility yet. The notion of seeing her even less… it stirred something unpleasant in his chest and mind, something he didn’t want to consider. 

“Ask her then,” Crosshair looked back at his brother, though Tech’s sudden concern was infectious. None of them liked change. Yet the war would end eventually and it’d drag all kinds of change with it, despite Tech’s previous assurance. They were soldiers after all. Clone soldiers. What private lives could they possibly be allowed?

While he’d consider Crosshair’s words, he couldn’t worry about something that had yet to occur though. Changes were inevitable.

“What about you, Crosshair?”

“What?” 

“Are you counting the days until you see Varga?” The sniper bit down on his toothpick, looking dead ahead over the city rather than his brother’s face. He couldn’t even tell if Tech was joking or not. Judging by his tone, it had been a genuine question.

“I like the surprise,” Crosshair shrugged, stepping away from the door, to shut the hatch. “Go on then, before Hunter drags you to the cockpit.” Tech gave him a nod, walking off and leaving his brother alone with his thoughts.

He was never counting the days until he saw Varga again. But he was counting how many it had been since he’d last seen her. And right now, they had been more than he liked. 

[chilopodacrudus]

Late to the news I guess!

I somehow missed the fact that the Tumblr Midjourney deal actually went through and everything being posted on the site is being churned into Midjourney and opting out of it was all but confirmed by staff to be 'useless'.

So uh.

Not posting here anymore.

You can find me at the site links on my Carrd: https://spiralofvertigo.carrd.co/

[lhkdanimationsalt]

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[millieueu]

Meet The Artist! (Remake) || millieueu

(Had to repost it, cause it didn’t do well last time. Blame Tumblr’s automatic “mature” label for this 💀)

Finally remade my old “Meet the artist”/introduction post from 2023!

To anyone new here, hello there! My name’s millieueu (pronounced “mill-lulu”). You can just call me “Millie”. I’m a 15 year old artist who’s obsessed with the color Purple and loves cartoons! I mainly post Danny Phantom related artworks because it’s my favorite show of all time, but I hope I get to branch out to other fandoms I’m passionate about this year.

I’m mostly active only on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays because of school. But if I do post outside of those days, then that means I either have a short amount of free time or I have a long holiday.

I have a slight preference for canon over fanon, but I still appreciate the Phandom wholeheartedly because of so many inspiring and amazing artists/writers! 🩷💗 (Liking the canon ≠ supporting everything it does. I’m aware of the show’s flaws and understand the Phandom’s frustration with it, but it still has a special place in my heart 💚👻)

The only DP fanfic I’ve ever actually read was “Reflections” by The Last Letter on Fanfiction. Shocking, I know. I’m more of a fanart person than a fanfic reader tbh, sorry. But if you do have any cool DP fanfics you want me to read, lmk by DMing me or commenting on this post. Just make sure it’s PG-13. Thanks

My ultimate goal is to completely banish my unhealthy habits of self doubt. I wasn’t very kind to myself 2 years ago and it only worsened in 2024. But I hope I can change that and see myself in a better light. I also would like to let go of my jealousy. I had a very toxic view of the Phandom 2 years ago and it really wrecked my self esteem. I’m glad that’s no longer a part of me though.

If you came across any of my old rants/toxicity from any social media last year, then I’m truly sorry. I was a short tempered immature jerk back then and didn’t really think before I speak. I no longer have the energy to talk about ships I hate, it’s exhausting. I promise that I’m trying to change myself and maintain a more positive attitude 💔💔

There will no longer be a blacklist to avoid harassment and unnecessary drama unless the person being blacklisted is causing genuine harm. There will also be no DNI list this time (There was a video that opened my eyes on how useless it is, but I forgot the title 💔). I will soft block anyone that makes me uncomfortable without any warning.

Here are my goals for 2025 :

Here is the old “Meet The Artist” artwork from 2023 :

Some of my artworks :

You can find my socials on my carrd :3 (The only social I’m inactive on is Discord. I have been blocked access from it, so don’t think I’m ignoring your messages. Believe me, I would 100% respond, but I can’t access it anymore :()

If you wanna ask to be friends/mutuals, then go right ahead! I’m happy to make new friends here! You are also free to ask me any questions as long as it isn’t personal or covers anything sensitive (politics, religion, etc..)

Yes! You are free to make fanart of my persona! Just don’t make it inappropriate, thanks!! ^^

I hope you get to enjoy your stay here! Your support means a lot to me! 💜✨

[divnozenka-art]

hello!<3

im a 22 yo queer college dropout from czechia - please, call me bára, mona or divnozenka (she/her). im making this blog to force myself to get my art out there for people to see, and hopefully even make someone's day a bit better.

i dabble in just about anything - writing poetry and prose (badly), drawing, painting, photography, making silly videos, fashion, sewing, upcycling clothes... - but im not that great at any single thing. i studied english and czech literature for three years but dropped out last minute to live out my dream of being an absolutely useless member of society.

here's a carrd with my other socials!

i use the hashtag #my art, #my poetry or #my photos for my own creations! if you like my stuff, you can support me on ko-fi. or maybe just leave me a nice message :)

i'm not currently open for commissions, sorry.

my other blogs are @kissing-statues (aesthetic blog) & @monazmel (no idea what that one's about).

i luv you goodbye mwah!

[tandy-angel]

💐 quotev refugee & professional sillyposter

hi there :3 i'm mars short for marshall & i like nicknames (among other things) ! my prns are they/them :3 i'm queer and have some gender in between the spectrum idk. currently in limbo since i haven't thought about it in a while haha

i'm tandy-angel or some variation thereof on most anything just hmu if you're interested in following on other platforms not listed below ^_^

i'm a fairly low-effort hellenic practicioner and modern witch who sometimes believes they used to be an angel. i love culture and religion and i'm currently reading the bible and learning tagalog. i have a moderate understanding of written spanish but do not believe i could hold a verbal conversation. i'm working on it

i have a lot of interests. i love all things beautiful and even those that aren't. i love humanity and romanticize everything! so yeah. i have a lot of interests. i'll link a post below outlining them all <3

more useless info below the cut but please follow & interact if any of this interests you :D i have no idea how to use tumblr despite having had one for years. my gf is coaching me so please be kind >_< anyway. hmu ♡ i'm nice i love talking to people i'll be here. like subscribe & follow thanks. mwah! xo, mars

⭐️ reference to tags i use [ official taglist ]

#hehe :3 things i like. more vague than #mecore

#mecore things i relate to. fairly obvious

#ray speaks truth a raypost i've reblogged and agree with. also obvious imo

#raycore things i think my gf might relate to/things that relate to him

#i love my southern gf idk. more specific gf tag, things that relate to him being southern or things that just make me feel particularly affectionate

#witchery on main fairly self explanatory. i usually post witch things on @mars-witchery

#check misc my "check and sort later" tag

#misc is anything non-fandom related. fandoms will be tagged as such

🔮 other socials

tandyangel2 / ao3 (i use this when i have something to publish that i am pleased with. very rare)

tandyangel / fanfiction (no longer active, yet sometimes i dream of going back ;___;)

tandy_angel2 / twt (also no longer active. have a few good memories from that era though) (edit: i will be heading back + revamping soon. re: quotev death)

tandyangel / pokefarm (i'm here only sometimes. read: barely ever)

mostly on quotev (no longer, since quotev death) & instagram with a personal account. hmu if you want it if we're friends, mutuals, or have interacted once. barely here on tumblr but it's a cute space so i wanna be on more. we'll see

🌷 other links

• interests

• carrd

• side blogs

long story short ! ★

✿ mars, they/them. queer + neurodiv

✿ taken, 1r1p. aroace bi lesbian

✿ likes music. psych + cs major

✿ i hate queer discourse count me OUT

✿ i'm a romantic i love everything else

✿ i'm friendly i promise please hmu

[petalpoet]

WELCOME!!

It's me! Persephone! (I also go by Simon)

THE GOAT!

click here for my carrd! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

My blog is an online diary and archive for me and my interests! I write, shitpost, rant; but this page is strictly for me spamming my interests and reposting so much useless shit that u all must suffer MUAHAHAHAHA

My mutuals are welcome to dm me for my discord or just to talk to me! I'm super anxious and awkward, so you've been warned! I love tag & ask games. Almost everything I say is a joke! I am 18yro, so behave accordingly.

goodbye!!!

🌻💜🐀🦝⭐ ♡

[dinodaydreams]

Introduction post for me cause I actually like the app a lot better than I ever thought I would lol

I'm Oakley I dress up as a clown sometimes I have like a billion collections I draw sometimes and I make jewelry every once in a while

I'm agender they/them pls

ADHD and autism

Fandoms:

Scooby doo, star trek, resident evil games, Nintendo games, spider man video games, atsv and itsv, doctor who, DC, marvel, Looney tunes, Deadpool movies, Stardew valley, sims4, moon lighter

Things I enjoy

Cosplay/dressing as a clown, collecting toys, collecting clown figures and statues, buying stuffed animals, learn useless fun facts only to share them with people at random times for no reason but if you ask me to give you a fact I will get scared and say nothing!

I have celiac disease which means I can't eat gluten but I also like to cook so I had to learn but it's so awesome and I love not feeling like my stomach is gonna explode!!

I have hypermoblie ehlers danlos syndrome, Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, fibromyalgia, mass cell activation syndrome, and I'm getting tested for some other stuff atm

👍

[rubybloodhound]

Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile. /ref

Hello furries as you can see I finally made an intro,,, heh giggles loudly

Ask me about my headcanons bumper sticker

No ghost role? (Desk)/bookabby_ from r/kirby :3

About me!! :3

I'm Book's #0.5 fan and Morpho Knight's #0 fan

I'm the official CEO of Book x Cabby back off

I use she/they/it pronouns and am a demigirl dragongender!! Or any neos I guess I use :3 alot

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: If I'm on your dni block me! Immediately! I don't care! I will interact with you if I don't know your dni because I will assume I'm not on there! I am stupid. if you don't your being thrown into a wood chipper

Dni/Thin ice

Basic dni, + Pro/comshippers, people who sexualize pokemon, people who think the vaporeon copypasta is funny (NOT Ok if close), NSFW (Like, penis cock and maybe balls nsfw. also includes kink you motherfucks), AI deliverers (YOU ARE NOT AN ARTIST YOU BASICALLY JUST ORDERED A PIZZA AND CALLED YOURSELF A CH, and ofc... (100% a blackout) MONSTERS WHO SUPPORT GENOCIDE... perishes (apart from a few exceptions)

BYF

My eyes suck ass so I might read things wrong, I mention how dumb I am a lot, PLEASE let me know if I support or say anything problematic, my memory is horrid so remind me if I forget something, ask to DM on disco I'm a fucking mess!!!!!

Also I have anxiety if that's anything

THIN ICE

People who bash others interests, annoying people, uhh more coming soon

Use tonetags around me or I'll eat you

Just some bonus things

I don't tag swearing! I also swear a lot so,,, oopsie

This is MY blog I get to choose what I reblog

Cringe culture is actually dead and it's grave is a bathroom

Local oc x canon lover, if you have a problem with that the door's right there

I'm fucked up in the head

Also read this btw V

(Somewhat outdated)

Tag things (Not complete shit oops) #book content - BFDI Book reblogs #desi yaps - The YAPPER (Me) #desi draws - My art!! (And edits) #desi's mailbox - Asks! #ghost shitposts - Shitposting (From me) #desi.doc - My shit writing #special posts - Posts like this one #queued - Posts from the queue #favs - Favorite posts! #HOLY SHTK - Writing shtk or shtk for.. anytime really #kirby fading echoes - My Kirby headcanon/au thing, games/anime mix

#kirby shitposting - Tags for random chat things I come up with. they sure aren't incorrect quotes but are just as chaotic. first post with this concept was alllllll the way back in august 28 2024 more... comin' soonnnnnnnn

Kirby oc masterpost

Sneezes loudly

Click me maybe?

Or me!

Find me

@mirrorworldtales - Mirror world ask/rp blog

@dametametatheblog - Dametameta blog

@flamecherry - Flight rising blog

AO3

"I'm sad" You should try hoarding things (I say, while also sad)

[alexologyart]

Some thoughts about the migration

Seriously thinking in just nuking my Twitter account or just stopping using it  after what has been happening, there are a number of reasons I just prefer to get out of there, this includes:

Of the 3k people following me on twitter, only 20 or just 10 (sometimes lower) interacts with my tweets.

I’ve had very nasty interactions with people there.

There has been absolutely no replies nor responses other than already my twitter circle and friends. I seriously considered I am just bad at art, and I know is not the case.

I can not promote: patreon, kofi, commissions, without bots and scammers getting in my DM or replies, is just exhahusting to have to censor the words every time.

Follow x Follow doesn’t even work in the art community without several scammers getting into line, and in the end, just 5% of those “artists” support each other. If you unfollow anyone because you want to clean your timeline, they will just stop supporting you.

Is difficult to me to manage SEVERAL accounts, I have Instagram, facebook (already thinking in nuking these two as well), Tumblr, DA, ArtStation, Mastodon, Kofi, Patreon, Artfold, Inkblot, Cara... did I miss something else?

The algorithm absolutely fucked me over, if you are not blue, you are basically invisible, pushed lower in the timeline and feed of your own followers. I have had to rt my own art several times for people to get to see it, sometimes I think I am shadowbanned because I just tweet something and I don’t see it in my OWN timeline

Everyone is migrating, absolutely everyone, I noticed artists tweeting less and less, some fortunate professional artists got bsky accounts now and are getting good number there while other minor artists are still in the waitlist.

Now, I’m trying not to be pessimist, but right now it feels like using the birdapp is just useless. I’m just retweeting art from other people because tweeting my own art feels like nothing, and I like to support people, I really do because they are amazing, but feeling invisible due to the algorithm + passive shadowban is just depressing.

As I mentioned above, I’m in other places, Mastodon is one of them, and I KNOW people feels intimidated by it + doesn’t understand wtf is all about, thinks is some tech savvy thing or worse, thinks is full of nazis or extremists when it all depends on the Instance you choose (and most mayor instances have blocked radicalized/extremists ones), but you just have to sign up to ONE instance focused in art (socel.net is mine focused in art and animation, mastodon.art is the one artists are using the most) and you have access to the whole Fediverse, and Mastodon has several other apps you can access to, I recommend Megalodon in the Playstore. Is that simple.

Now, if you want to follow me in a place other than Twitter and Tumblr, just check my carrd account HERE