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What about if due to various reasons the everlasting trio died maybe GIW, Fentons or whatever in DP universe then get reincarnated into DC verse. Maybe Danny dies again in an accident, the accident causes them to remember their past life. Danny is now a full ghost but has the ability to disguise as a human like spectra. Since they weren’t able to get married in their last life Sam decided that they should get married in this life despite their young age with Tucker as the best man/platonic third.

Danny: Sam I can wait till it’s your time, I want you to live your life without clinging to a ghost.

Sam: I don’t care, it’s my life and I want to marry you.

Batman: “I’m not sure I should support this or try to talk the girl out of this.”

Wedding Thief

There have been a string of thefts in Gotham (which isn't unusual) that were confusing Batman, all involving things for a wedding. There were no finger prints, no signs of break ins and no cameras caught the thief. After finding out what the thief would steal next he placed a tracker on it.

When the thief stole it Batman followed it to a graveyard. While staking it out he saw a young girl around 5-7 with violet eyes commanding a floating boy with white hair around the same age, to set up the stolen objects in a way that resembles a wedding.

human form reveal! he wears his hair in a variety of styles, which include: whatever Sam or Tuck want to do that day (if left alone he will simply do nothing and get it caught in everything)

Seriously, I’ve blocked and reported like hundreds of them by now

@staff

@staff @staff @staff BAN. THE. FUCKING. P!RN. BOTS. Holy shit. I am sick and tired of seeing everyone taking it into their own hands to report spam and p!rn bots when they shouldn't have this problem ya'll need to ban the bots and DO YOUR JOB like, literally minors (including me) and sex-repulsed ppl have been exposed to nsfw images or spam in the asexual/aromantic tags when when all we're trying to do is connect with our community You guys have the AUDACITY to ban trans women blogs for no fuckin reason but don't lift a finger to stop the p!rn and spam bots infiltrating tags???? do fucking better, Tumblr staff.

alright tumblr, I need to know

Hey uh do me a favor and reblog this! I wanna reach as many users as possible with this one

I had an interesting dream,

It was a KNY based with some Naruto elements.

Basically Giyuu/Tengen (not sure) was related to this family that had the bone Kekki Genkai of the Naruto Kaguya clan. And he didn’t know until a distant Aunt of his visited and protected him using it. After seeing that, the remaining Hashiras thought she was a demon and tried to kill her but she created a bone cage and locked them in it before explaining the origin of her abilities.

What the fuck people, what inhumane person created this?

DONT SCROLL THIS IS IMPORTANT!

im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off

i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice

Annie's Letter

Dear my beloved descendants (if I have any) or whatever remains of humanity,

 I am writing this letter as someone living in the year 2050 to tell you how this war began. As they say, "History is always written by the winners", so I will not be surprised if somethings are left out in the official retelling. As I write this letter, I am currently in hiding as I am one of the last few remaining pure humans left in existence because we are currently being hunted down by what I call the "Mutated Ones"and I'm not sure I may survive to tell the story in person. This dystopian situation began in the year 2025 when NASA officially launched its previously announced plans to send people to an asteroid. After the successful completion of that mission with said people returning a year later with no immediately identifiable side-effects the next thing on their agenda was to prepare for the journey to Mars. We as a species were united (to my knowledge) in our amazement at how far we have come since we started this space-faring journey. 

My family and I watched from the living room TV of the hotel we were staying at, the official take-off to Mars. On that specific day I would never forget June 21st, 2035. I remember that day quite vividly as my family and I had decided to spend the summer holidays in what was then Orlando, USA. It was a kind of family reunion as we hadn't seen each other in a while. After exploring, we decided to watch the live recording of the take-off to Mars. At that time, it was an amazing thing to behold, seemingly the pinnacle of everything humanity has been striving for unknowing of what it was heralding.

With the spacecraft having been launched, everyone went back to what they were doing. It seemed like business as usual until two years later in the year 2037 when it was announced that NASA had received word from their colleagues on Mars, that they had begun to build a settlement, but more supplies and personnel were required. A lesser-known fact was that NASA had begun to partner with Space-X as the Mars project was becoming too big for one organization to handle. In the year 2040 more personnel were sent to Mars while some from the original trip returned. I know this is because I was one of said personnel. According to the people in charge at that time, my outstanding work in the field of biochemistry and environmental engineering had been recognized and they need a scientist to help them in discovering a way to grow food on Mars. Despite my shock and confusion, I agreed to sign a contract with them (NASA and SpaceX). Within two months I was prepped and sent to the red planet where I would be working on for the foreseeable future. The astronauts that returned also showed no immediately detectable side effects, so once again the mission was celebrated as a success and a huge step forward for humanity. At that time, we had not known that the astronauts that had gone to Mars and the asteroid had become carriers of some sort of bacteria or virus that we had never seen before and therefore couldn't quite prepare for.

 Upon my arrival on the red planet, I was introduced to the group of fellow scientists that I would be working with. My then colleague and I set to work on comparing the soil samples that were collected from Mars with the soil samples we brought from Earth to see if there was any way to make the soil samples from Mars able to grow anything. After numerous failures, I decided to personally observe the Martian samples underneath a microscope, from which I noticed some sort of bacteria I couldn't place despite the numerous research I carried out. I would be dishonest to say, I played no role in the current disaster. In the name of science, disregarding my instincts, conscience and morals I conducted experiments with the then newly discovered Mars bacteria. After obtaining a sample of the bacteria from the Martian soil, I tested it on the soil samples from Earth. There had been no obvious/visible side effects, though under the microscope I noticed some changes in the soil composition. I then conducted some white mice trials to see where the visible side effects began. At first, the animals seemed to be okay with no immediate side effects but after introducing a somewhat stable mixture made up of mostly uranium235 and plutonium-239 some very unnatural side effects began to occur. Some of the mice seemingly died and came back to life, some mutated in varyingly strange ways and the rest just stayed dead. Extreme mutations were noted down, some of which were: wing growth, appearance of multiple eyes, growth of extra limbs and seemingly extra organs as well as other less extreme mutations. After observing what had occurred, I was immediately horrified by the situation. I told my bosses what had occurred thinking that they too would be horrified and call for the project to be cancelled but they only seemed pleased. According to them, this could be a way for humans to evolve enough to survive on Mars. They wanted to immediately proceed with human trials, though I tried my best to counsel and advise against such things I could only delay it. I had thoughts of destroying my previously beloved research and running away but I knew that if I didn't do it someone else would and they may not be as morally conscious as I am and even if I did run away, I wouldn't have been able to get back to earth without being caught. There was no escape for me.

 In the year 2045, after two years of research I had finally (reluctantly) finished the serum that could be tested on humans, though I was still stuck in the Martian base running trials to decide who would become the first batch of volunteer test subjects to be injected with what was newly called the MARS serum. My greatest regrets since that day was not destroying my research and informing my bosses of the results. As I look into the eyes of these volunteers who had no idea of what they were getting into, some of whom I may be causing very painful deaths, I could only bow my head in shame and sadness. Tears streamed down my eyes as the soldiers screamed after being injected with the serum. It haunts me till this day when I remember Harry, a boy aged 23 who had only signed up to get some benefits for his elderly parents died in complete agony from the serum. His dull, lifeless eyes seemed to stare into mine asking why I had done this, but I could not respond. I remember names and ages of each and every soldier that was injected with the MARS serum, both those I personally injected and the ones I didn't. Altogether there were 150 of them. I am sure there were more casualties of this ill-fated exercise that I wasn't aware of. The 150 mentioned by me are the ones I knew of, with the youngest victim being Harry aged 23 to the oldest Nicolas age 45. I cringe at the thought of the number of soldiers those known and unknown, who wereaffected. I cringe at the thought that even if some of them survived the serum, their lives would never be the same again. Each day I had to watch, observe and take notes of how each volunteer reacted to the serum, if there were any recognizable patterns that could help me (more of them than me though) achieve more positive results. Positive results being mutations that would be supposedly be helpful for survival on Mars. This meant more tests and research needed to be done to find a way to predict and control what kind of mutations could occur. It was like an unending punishment, a Sisyphean task, something that could not be completed. The only thing I could do was get an 85% accuracy test on possible kinds of mutation the injected person could get but there was no way of choosing the mutation. 

 After 3 years of that hellscape, on October 15th ,2048 I worked up my courage to burn down my lab, all my research (apart from some notes that I carried with me so as to see if I could come up with a way to reverse the damage I caused) and all available samples of the MARS serum before running away to meet up with who I believed was the only morally-sane person in that entire base on Mars apart from the unknowing volunteers at the take-off point. At that time, I had been completely isolated from what was happening on earth apart from the fact that the volunteers that survived had returned back to earth. I was only allowed to contact my loved ones once every 6 months and the messages were monitored. So, I was unaware of the war that the US had started with the rest of the world. When I asked my then friend and astronaut about what had occurred on Earth in my absence, he only shook his head and frowned. He told me that the only reason that he could help me escape was that the base I was staying in was pretty much abandoned due to the war on Earth as all hands-on deck were required. After prying out the entire story from my friend, I realized that at some point in the last eight years while I was stuck in the lab on Mars, the whole world had gone apocalyptic. Being in the same environment as the nuclear weapons as well as being in the presence of the MARS soldiers (the former volunteers) had caused the caused the astronauts that had gone to space to mutate as well. While the rest of the world either permanently died; died and woke up as some sort of undead zombie thing, mutated; or for some luckily (or unlucky depending on your point of view) remained purely human. 

 I wasn't sure how to feel after hearing the news because I had technically caused the world to end. That wasn't something I ever wanted to check off my bucket list but there was nothing I could have done at that point. All I could do at that point was find somewhere to hide and check-up on my family. After coming to that conclusion, I asked Tony (just realized I never gave his name) what we were doing next. He then informed me that he had a place set up for me and that after dropping me off he was heading back to the war base to figure out how to defeat the undead and mutated ones. I was confused by what he meant by war base, but after seeing my confusion he informed me that while the war between humans might have ended, the war between humans and the rest (mutated and undead) was just beginning.

 Having a place to myself after almost eight (8) years of being surrounded by people gave me a lot to think about, now that I recall. I remember feeling quite lonely and disturbed about the situation I had found myself in. While contacting my family after months of radio silence, I was informed by my siblings that our parents had passed on (thankfully remaining dead and coming back as an undead as that would have been painful); a couple of our close relatives mutated; some certain unwanted relatives (I'm pretty sure everyone has some of those) undead but thankfully the majority were still human including them. After a few weeks of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to get up and join in the war efforts instead of being useless. When I introduced myself and my reluctant part to play in causing what was being referred to as the end of the world. While some were angry and reluctant to work with me (understandably so); most put their grudges aside when they realized that I was in no way a willing participant in causes of the war, and I had brought my research notes with me after escaping so as to find a way to reverse the mutations (and to them quite possibly the undead). 

 After a few months (almost a year) of constant training and research, by June 2049 I was ready to join the front lines with the first official prototype of the anti-MARS serum. When I was later asked what happened during the battle I wasn't able to recall it completely or accurately. From what I do remember, the day started pretty well, but after my team and I found our first group of undead everything became a blur. I remember testing out my serum on the undead and getting three different reactions: some turned human again, some died completely, and the rest just became more vicious. Despite our losses, it was regarded as a victory, and it seemed like hope was on the horizon. I won't lie I also I had a bit of hope that everything would go well, and things would go back to the way they were. So, after what was seemingly a sign of things becoming better, I went back to the drawing board to find out why some of the undead became more vicious. 

 After a couple more months of research, I found out that some of the mutated had evolved due to what could possibly be a higher dosage of the serum. I speculated that the volunteers who were given the serum behind my back might have been given a different dosage from what I specified. Though I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle, I collated my information (and speculations) and shared it with the leader of the base (Olivia), who in turn shared with me the current reports of the undead hunting. It seemed like with each hunt less people came back and the undead became more organized. It had become an extremely dire situation that was without the presence of what I call a hunter mutated (a mutated that had tracking abilities), as each and every time a human exits the base to grab supplies or hunt undead, they always appear with more undead. When a couple more similar situations occurred, we realized that the mutated ones might have some ability to control the undead. That was when it clicked for me that the original mutated ones (the volunteers) who had gotten a higher dosage most likely had stronger abilities.One of such abilities, being to control the undead. From what we noticed only specific mutated ones appear with the undead and the undead seemed to listen to their orders. While I would have loved to do more research, we received news that some of our sister bases were systematically being found and destroyed. With every human being killed with extreme prejudice or kidnapped for some unknown purpose, it gave us our final theory that these specific mutated ones were using the undead to track down the remaining humans. 

In summary, I will round up this letter on this day (according to my device) May 8th, 2050, by stating that I leave to whoever finds this letter, my research notes (in the envelope) with the hope that you may discover how to fix what I reluctantly started. While I would love to write more, I can hear them coming and they don't exactly sound happy. I'm sorry for what I've left on your shoulders, good luck. 

The most likely dead scientist,

 Dr. Annie V. Maxfield 

Bruce: Damian it’s time to return

Damian: You sent me away so I claimed Amity as mine

DPXDC prompt #49

Bruce decides to send Damian to their distant cousins, The Fentons, after Robin disobeyed once again in patrol.

But now Damian doesn't want to leave Amity Park.

Happy Birthday Malleus,

May this year be better for you and may your smiles continue forever.

If it were I might just collapse on the spot

[2] COSPLAYER!YUU WHO ARRIVED IN TWISTED WONDERLAND... WHILE IN COSPLAY

GIF BY @/SUGARFROTH

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01 ➳ FINALLY GOT PART TWO...

I can rest easy now..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ᴋᴀʟɪᴍ ᴀʟ-ᴀsɪᴍ

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Oh? You're stuck in Twisted Wonderland wearing Kalim's cosplay? The sunshine of the whole game? Haha good luck! (Just kidding)

Kalim definitely had like ALOT of questions... "Where did you get my wig?" "Oh did you make my outfit by yourself?" "Oh my god! You made my jewelry!" And that sorta stuff. Kalim might wear that outfit your wearing to compare and squeal because you two are matching.

Speaking of Kalim, Since Kalim got a boost at serotonin at your arrival. It basically gave Jamil more of a headache, everyday he has to pray to the seven to make him through the day with a bombarding pain in the head. But rest assure, he does find your Kalim cosplay nice (You might not have the same level lf energy as Kalim, but its better. And he secretly likes the outfit shh-)

Kalim will basically cling around you at break, basically trying to get you know better! Jamil wont mind as long as you keep him under control (give him a break please. Its been like that since 17 years)

Will give you the finest fabric materies, wigs, accessories, makeup—you name it, he'll buy it! He just wants to see you cosplaying. He might even ask you if he can cosplay with you! Its seems really fun :D

Jamil can finally get a break! *Trumpet noises and confetti*

When Kalim saw you WITHOUT your cosplay, he finds it amazing how you do your makeup and hid some of your features. Will ask you if you could use him as a makeup mannequin

Professional catfisher goes by again...

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ᴠɪʟ sᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ

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HOW MAGNIFIQUE! I swear you will hear Rook start praising your cosplay. Vil will find it amazing, leaving small compliments every now and then.

You and Vil teach other more makeup techniques when you do each other's makeup. Rook also spying in because he wants to see this beautiful moment.

Vil also gives you some accessories that the cosplayer missed or something. Some additionals if hes interested in adding, Cue Rook complimenting you even more!

Rook calls you Roi de S'habiller, because of your ability to cosplay. He'll ask you to cosplay him (if you agree on it).

Epel thinks your Vil cosplay is nice as long as you don't act like him. Your impressions of him are impressive he wont lie. Maybe its too good that he almost gaslighted himself into thinking its the Real Vil... (Might give you some of his makeup that he doesnt really use... If Vil doesnt notice...)

Vil sees you without your cosplay, he'll definitely compliment your looks. Also might try to put some makeup on you again, he keeps putting random serums and moisturizers on your face while he tells you about it. He's having a field day with it (Now you know Epel's suffering)

Go Roi de S'habiller!!!!

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ɪᴅɪᴀ sʜʀᴏᴜᴅ

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He's fragile on the spot. His legs started to get weak, he vomits out of pure shock (/j)

Hes having a meltdown just seeing you cosplay him! Ortho has to try to calm down his excited ALOT. If you have someone (cosplah buddy) that cosplays Ortho, Idia will also expload in happiness while Ortho will be happy in a way.

If you somehow designed your Ipad case to look like his own, you have dedication i swear! Even Idia himself doesnt have the motivation like that. He praises and respects you! He basically admires you! He literally is so shock that you just walk around in anime conventions looking like him!

He'll definitely ask you if you could cosplay with him, better say yes!

Hes having so many emotions cascading through his veins that he stopped working... Will ask you to do his makeup, he feels like you're better at it than him. Maybe if he got a small boost of confidence— he might take a photo with you both in cosplay.

Of course, Idia knows that youre a cosplayer and you dont actually look like that. He wont lie, you are pretty without your cosplays on (Ortho agrees too!). Hes having a lot of fun with you because hes not the only otaku around anymore! (Ortho's glad his brother has a friend now)

Professional catfisher goes vrrrooom!!

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ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ

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Oh? You're cosplaying Malleus? Hah! Prepare for Sebek's obnoxious loud speeches how it's so disrespectful to dress up (i doubt Sebek knows the word "cosplay" and just refers to it as "dress up") as his liege. Lilia will just laugh at the scene while Silver questions or sleeps through it, but really— Malleus appreciates the efforts you put into that cosplay. More time goes by, Sebek MIGHT warm up to your cosplay and admire it too! But he will never say that.

Lilia will also ask you how you manage to make Malleus' features, while you rant about the process you made to make his features (like his horns). Sebek might listen in, i mean— its Malleus we're talking here of course he'll be here.

Malleus does compliment your labour on the outfit, he knows that his clothes are complicated (even if its just his normal casual attire). Will spice your outfit more by putting some magical features here and there! Oh is your cape suddenly floating,, i wonder who put that there hm?

Lilia enjoys your cosplays, he asks if he could cosplay with you or make him a cosplay. Now you got two gremlins together doing dress up in a different font.

Silver likes your cosplay, hes sleepy so he doesnt get much out of it soo he's just there.

Malleus seeing you without your cosplay, hes impressed with your makeup skills at hiding your features. makeup is just a tool use for people to shapeshift at this point. Praises your beauty, definitely deserved that :)

Professional catfisher goes at it, SLAY

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

Very important, though it sucks that we need to do this just to get home safely

I’d like both options please

Nsfw content MDNI

Like to have a threesome with Barbatos & Belphie / Reblog to have a threesome with Diavolo & Beel

I’m a proud Diasomnia simp, it was love at first sight for me with Malleus. The rest came after. I’ve reread your Diasomnia stories and they’re still as good as it was the first time I read them. Though I still simp for the other dorms though not as much as Diasomnia.

my Diasomnia fics always get more attention than my other fics… you simps

Hope it helps

Important if your in an abusive situation you can turn off this alarm

Please reblog to spread awareness

Thanks for tagging me @coralinnii

Bad habits - Ed Sheeran

Crazy About You - Barbatos (VA - Masayuki Harada

Levitating - Dua Lipa

Miss Wanna Die - JubyPhonic

Scars to your Beautiful - Alessia Cara

Jalebi Baby - Jason Derulo and Tesher

Good Vibes - HRVY Matoma

Inokori sensei - HoneyWorks

Passion - Lucifer and Satan (Obey Me)

Maniac - Conan Gray

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tag game: shuffle your library, list 10 songs, and tag 10 people

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Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Trouble by Valerie Broussard

Battle Scars by Daisy Clark

Invisible String by Taylor Swift

Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner by Fall Out Boy

House With No Mirrors by Sasha Sloan

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan

Runaway by Aurora

Apollo by Timebelle

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I’m having the same issue, sometimes I just let them pile up then do a mass blocking. Like seriously what’s happening????

um, hey @staff, I’ve been on his hellsite for over a decade and never reached out like this before but this situation requires it. There’s a serious bot following spam problem right now. It’s worse than the previous spam bot issue.

They pop up in batches of like 10+ and for every block and report more appear and they multiply. today alone I went from 777 followers to 1090 and all of those are bots.

I’m not even joking. It’s frustrating, and blocking and reporting takes such a long time when you’re combing through literally hundreds of bots on your follow list tapping through the report and block process

I’m not the only blog this is happening to. I’ve messaged support but got the automated message saying y’all are working on a permanent solution, but can y’all please come up with a patch or a temporary solution because this is out of hand? Can you make it so we can batch block and report at least? I appreciate the work you’ve done so far, and I hope this can be resolved because this is sucking the fun out of this hellsite I’ve called home since 2010

fellow users, if y’all are experiencing this issue too, please reblog this so staff can see this is a growing issue

Something a bit sus just happened. I just finished pulling an all nighter to complete an assignment and decided to open OM! After a few days of not playing it, guess what greeted me. Diavolo saying, “You’re back, I hope you’ve achieved something.” It’s nothing too noteworthy but the timing was suspiciously convenient. 🤷🏼‍♀️ but meh 😑

Plot bunny?

You are a servant of some god during the Archon War.

He enslaved you and your people, saying that humans are too simple to rule themselves.

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You scratched the dirty floor, trying to achieve perfection as your god demanded it. It didn't matter that your knees hurt as skin gave up and broke. It didn't matter that your fingernails were almost completely destroyed. It didn't matter that your spine was giving up.

This task was the simplest one your pathetic self could do. That's the only thing you could do. Thing that you were made to do.

At least it was what your "Master" said.

Your village laid in the mountains, growing into a small city over the years, slowly connecting with other small villages. It was peaceful, your biggest enemies being some rowdy slimes and a geovishap from time to time. But that changed when your "Master" marched in the town and claimed all that he saw. He was the one who told you that as humans, you are simple, made to serve. He killed anyone who disagreed, showcasing how weak you are.

Now, you almost believed him.

Yet, as years of breaking your back and thinking of not being worthy of doing anything else but serving your master, one moment in your life caused it to change completely.

*

You only watched as guards dragged someone, following Master and his toy - Alatus. You wondered who angered your Master this time and yet, as you uncharacteristically looked away from your work on the victim, you couldnt recognise even a bit of human in him. That meant one thing - your Master defeated a new enemy.

His beaten body was a mix of somewhat human and a dragon. He had a long tail with some missing scales and fluffy end was drenched in mud. His clothes that once could be white were mostly covered in blood and dirt. His back was bare of clothing, and you could see whip marks along it, scales on it missing as well. His hair was all over the place, tangled and greasy. And on top of his head you saw two orange horns, that dully glowed.

If it was your old self, you would say that this man was beautiful. But as you learned in the hard way - god's were cruel beings and their beauty was nothing but a mask put over a monster inside.

Your second encounter with him was when you were tasked with cleaning steps leading to the throne. Your Master often ordered servants to clean while he was there, so he could watch over you, as humans were so stupid that they often missed spots.

You dutifully scrubbed the steps and golden decorations while the god that your Master captured was being kicked around by him.

Your Master ordered Alatus to whip him again, and you heard grunts coming out of the strangers mouth. It sounded like he didn't have any strength left to scream.

For some reason you felt... sad? As if you didn't want this stranger to suffer. You were told that god's are heartless and humans are replaceable, so why do you feel sad for him?

*

You were tasked with giving the new prisoner food while he waited for his execution. It was weird.

He tried to talk to you. Like you weren't lower being. He thanked you for goodness sake. It wasn't something a god would do. Or maybe it was something your god wouldnt do?

You thought about this for a long time. This stranger was the kindest treatment you experienced in years. You couldn't let him die.

So now there you were, running with a torch and stolen keys through long and gloomy corridors, looking for him.

Your heart was racing and your mind was filled with terror. If you were caught, you would suffer. Why were you even doing this again? Humans weren't supposed to have free will, so why?

You saw him, chained to the walls behind thick bars. His wounded flesh angry red, wounds dirty with various spices that your Master ordered to smear in his wounds. He now looked weak, but you knew it was only because of that collar made of cursed metal. It was suppressing his godly powers.

But not for long.

Frantically you searched the keys and opened his cell. He looked at you shocked - he only saw light when he was dragged outside for torture. And you definitely looked too weak to do that. He was silent as you unchained him and freed his neck from that collar. Grabbing his hand, you stormed out, running towards the hidden exit.

As you stopped and opened door to the outside, you looked in his reptilian eyes.

"Free us please"

You didn't know where these words came from.

As he tried to speak, you heard ruckus and screams. Your Master felt his enemy being freed. You didn't listen to the stranger, pushing him outside and slamming the door, only telling him to go.

You then ran to servants quarters and laid down, praying that the chaos will buy him enough time.

You will be dead by tomorrow morning, but perhaps as you dared to hope, maybe some of the others will taste the freedom in their lives.

luke: plot bunny? :)

also luke: *dishes out a whole fic*

me: what-

also luke: and here's a cliffhanger :)

me: *angery kitten screams*

NO BUT FR THIS IS A WHOLE ASS FIC YOU JUST DROPPED IN MY INBOX HELLO????????? imma cry my zhongli my bby he does not deserve all these tortures ;A;

but but but the potential for this to turn yandere..... oooohfladhufsebfurnsuf frothing screaming salivating-

persistent [tartaglia x hydro!reader]

cw: childe is a warning himself, violence, slight suggestive themes, not beta-read we die like Guizhong

notes: I love this skrunkly fucker. Also Alexa, play Obsessed by Mariah Carey.

“How are you today, comrade?” Childe asks, a bright smile on his face as he strolls up to you with a few quick steps. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not even midday and you can already feel a headache approaching. Archons, all you wanted to do was run a few errands today in peace.

You choose to nod in acknowledgement of his presence. From past experiences with the ginger haired man, you knew that ignoring him all together would prove more of an annoyance than engaging in conversation with him. If there was anything that got under his skin, it was you ignoring him. As tempting as it seemed, you had little patience to deal with his shenanigans.

“Ah, well, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye before continuing your walk around the docks. You knew exactly what he was doing and exactly why he was there. The same reason he’s been following you for the past few weeks; your damn vision.

“I just wanted to remind you that the invitation to join me and the rest of the Harbingers is still on the table.”

And there it is. If you had a mora for every time Childe brought up joining the Harbingers to serve the Tsaritsa, you would have enough mora to leave Liyue and flee to Inazuma of Sumeru to get away from Childe and his incessant proposition. Sighing, you stop walking, the Harbinger quick to follow your lead.

“Look, Tartaglia,” You start, your hands inching to grasp the hydro vision that rested comfortably on your hip. A nervous habit of yours, but it never failed to ease your anxiety. “I have told you a hundred times that I am not interested in joining the Fatui. I am not going to leave Liyue for Snezhnaya, and I am not going to serve the Tsaritsa. I do not care how many times you ask, my answer will always remain the same.” Somehow, you manage to keep your voice even and calm, despite your growing agitation and desire to physically make him leave you alone.

For once, Childe was at a loss for words. For as long as he’s known you (which to your dismay has been quite some time) he has never seen you become this annoyed with anyone. Not even Bolai whenever he tries to up-charge you on his goods which are never nearly as good as he makes them out to be. Maybe his plan to convince you to join the Harbingers was a little too plain. He’s tried to charm you through gifts and stories, with promises of being able to see the world as a Harbinger. Any of these approaches surely would have won any regular person over within a heartbeat. But, Childe knew better than anyone that you weren’t a regular person.

Given his lack of response and far off look, you roll your eyes before walking away to continue with your errands. Archons, how did this mess even begin with?

As a child, you were blessed with a vision. It was no surprise to you or your parents, as the both of them are respected vision holders themselves. You were never a rowdy or reckless child, so your family never thought you would use your vision to fight. With a hydro vision, you would probably go on to work with Baizhu at Bubu Pharmacy to help heal the people of Liyue. A noble purpose, you suppose, but not very exciting. You heard stories, tales from Madam Ping about vision holders of all kinds hailing from all seven nations in Teyvat. Her stories sparked something in you, and one day you decided that you too would be like the vision holders from Madam Ping’s stories. Strong and adventurous. You too would save people.

Oh if only things were that simple.

One night, years after your received your vision, you found yourself among the brilliant pools of water of Luhua Pool. It was quite a travel from your home, but you heard from others that vision holders would travel days to sacred spots in order to connect with their vision. People blessed with pyro visions traveling to active volcanos or people with cryo visions traveling to the heart of Dragonspine. The closest thing you could think of was the crystalline water in Luhua Pool. So, you meditated. You prayed to the Hydro Archon, Focalors, to grant you the strength and wisdom to accomplish something great with your vision. You spent hours, praying, meditating, and even mimicking movements of other vision holders you’ve seen within the pools. The best you were able to achieve was a few waves and accidentally shooting yourself in the face with a stream of water.

As you continued to practice training with your vision, a stray treasure hoarder appeared. He saw your vision strapped to your side and made an attempt to take it from you by force. Everything happened in such a blur. You faintly remember screaming and then all of a sudden the treasure hoarder was no longer charging at you, but instead was on the ground, his limbs dislocated and mangled, bent at horrifying angles that would take a miracle to put back into place. He thoroughly looked like he had been attacked by a wild boar, and the mere sight made you want to pass out. You looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, until you saw it; your vision, it was glowing. It didn’t take a genius to put it all together, and the horrifying thought of you hurting this man to this extent made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

You didn’t know what to do or who to talk to so you did the first thing you could think of; you ran.

You ran all the way from Luhua Pool to Liyue Harbor in one night. You just prayed to Rex Lapis that the adepti did not see that it was you that hurt that man, even if it was in self defense. You shivered at the thought of being stared down and judged by one of the adepti.

Madam Ping was the first person you talked to after the incident. You omitted some of the details, such as maiming the man and leaving him for dead, but you were able to find out more information about what it is that happened.

Hemokinesis, or blood manipulation. That was the basis of what happened. According to Madam Ping and many of the books she gave you regarding hydro vision users, it is a very rare skill amongst hydro vision holders, with only 2 recorded vision holders in history. Madam Ping told you that not even the Hydro Archon is capable of such an ability, and that this subversion of the hydro vision was gifted by Celestia in order to protect the innocent when the Archons cannot.

You sat in Madam Ping’s home, staring silently into the cup of ginseng tea she poured to ease your troubles. As you sat there, you made a silent vow to use your new abilities to keep Liyue Harbor safe. Celestia blessed you with such a skill for a reason, and Madam Ping assured you that even if it wasn’t clear now, it will be in the future. Archons, why did she have to be so cryptic?

The Gods do not make mistakes, she insisted. Your young mind had believed her then, and you prayed to the Archons that she was right.

Ever since that day, you never hid the fact that you had a hydro vision. In fact, you were proud of it despite your initial apprehension. You were one of the few blessed with a vision in Liyue, which was a high honor. But, you still could not figure out why Childe was so insistent on you joining the Fatui. It had nothing to do with your natural Liyue citizenship, as the Fatui have deep connections within the harbor through the Northland Bank. You weren’t a high ranking official or someone with status and influence like Lady Ningguang and you weren’t a leader in the Millelith. To the average Liyue citizen, you were just you; someone from a well respected family that had a long line of vision holders. That was it, and only one person knew the extent of your true power, and she would never divulge such a secret to anyone else, especially not to someone like Childe.

Whatever the reason was, you tried not to think too much of it. Even if Childe miraculously knew of your talents, it wasn’t as if the Tsaritsa herself could force you to join. The Fatui had no diplomatic leverage over you, so you would just have to deal with Childe’s constant proposals, as annoying as they were.

“Hello there, comrade!”

You inhaled sharply at the sound of the annoyingly familiar voice. Archons, didn’t he have anything better to do?

“Don’t you have people to intimidate and corrupt, Childe?” You ask, your face scrunching up in distaste as you continued to walk towards your home.

“There’s nothing more important to me than seeing your beautiful face, [Y/N].” Tartaglia chuckles, offering you a boyish smile. You could feel your blood start to boil, your hands clenching into fists at your side.

“Childe, what the hell will it take for you to leave me alone, huh? I’ve told you for months now that I will not join the Fatui, and you are so persistent on pursuing me and I don’t understand why!” You seethe, your eyes narrowing at the man in frustration.

Unfazed by your anger, Tartaglia looks at you with a gleam in his eyes that is almost unsettling. If not for your pent up anger, you would have been cautious of the look of excitement that flickered across his face.

“Fight me.”

Two simple words made your body tense and your mind spin. He wanted you to fight? What for?

Sensing your confusion, Tartaglia smiled. “If you beat me, then I will leave you alone. Even if I win, I won’t even ask you to join the Fatui, I’ll just take you out for dinner!”

“Childe, I’m not going to fight you.” You roll your eyes. It’s not that you couldn’t fight him, Madam Ping trained you throughout your life. Even if he was a Fatui Harbinger, you knew that your vision would protect you. No, if things went south, you knew that it would end up with Childe finding out about your abilities, and you didn’t want to think about the headache that would cause you in the long run.

“[Y/N], c’mon!” He whines, giving you a pouty look. At his grown age? How ridiculous.

“Childe, I’ve already said no! What’s so hard to understand?”

“But why not?”

“Because I don’t want to!”

“Why not?”

“I already told you!”

“It’s not-“

Before Tartaglia can speak, you feel something inside you snap. Your patience long gone and by the Archons all you wanted him to do was shut up. You feel the basket of produce you purchased earlier slip from your fingers, and all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears as suddenly Tartaglia is thrown backwards, body smacking straight into a sunsettia tree.

“I said no.”

Tartaglia had no idea what happened, but suddenly he’s pinned to a tree, vision blurry, the familiar taste of blood in his mouth as he tries to gather his bearings. Through his blurry vision, he makes out your form, your body positioned in a stance he vaguely recognizes as a form of Liyue martial arts, your vision that rested on your hip now glowing. Tartaglia wants to speak, to say anything, but he feels as if a Mitachurl is sitting on his chest and finds it hard to even breathe at the moment.

“I don’t know why you have been so annoyingly persistent, but it ends now.” He hears you speak, but the ringing in his ears makes it difficult. He feels the blood that has been pooling in his mouth suddenly vanish, and in return feels jagged spikes pressed against his face and neck. Tartaglia considers that he has a severe concussion, and that his mind is playing tricks on him, but another part of him knows that this is real. That it’s you doing this. It sends a chill down his spine, knowing that you could end his life with a simple flick of your wrist. How invigorating.

“Consider this my final warning, Childe. If you cross my path ever again, I will not be as kind.” With that being said, you reach down and grab the basket that fell from your hands and continue your journey back home, praying to the Archons that this was the last you’d see of the Harbinger.

But oh, if only you knew that this merely spurred Tartaglia’s desire to have you by his side. To make you his. This was merely the beginning.

Happy Birthday Malleus 2023

(Please turn on sound!)

Let It Reach You

Love, I know in my heart without a doubt

even if I can never find the words to say

You are the one I am crazy about,

you are the one I fall for every day.

When everything doesn't feel right

I look at you

my sun, my moon, the morning light

my happiness when all is blue.

With you I am always safe

and every day you make my heart race.

You are my home, my friend, my saving grace.

- Courtney Peppernell

First Part Details:

Song name: Kimi ni Todoke by Flumpool

Artist and editor: Ventique (Me)

Second Part Details:

Song name: Habang Buhay by Zack Tabudlo

Editor: Ventique (Me)

Guest Artists: @breadcheese444, @melodywonderland, @ugigiugi, @cancerdust96, u/haihiu (Reddit), @tinseltina, @ambimakesarts, @psyche-yasuni, @wizzlydraws, @dracupie, @itzgfizz, u/koderasena (Reddit), @bannuu, @ithseem, @chess-blackfyre, @lazyviisblog, @hollana, @zvezdacito

To My Beloved Malleus, wishing you the brightest birthday. Where you’ll never have to eat a whole cake by yourself and be surrounded by friends, loved ones and well wishers 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🎂🎂🎂🎂. May you survive Book Seven with the complete Diasomnia family. Keep on smiling ☺️ that beautiful smile. Forever in my heart

-Yuu

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

Happy Birthday Lilia

I hope you survive Chapter 7 and keep on laughing and playing pranks 😁😁😁😁🥰🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Mal and the rest of Diasomnia won’t be the same without you.

Though I feel like you just randomly chose today as your birthday as you had forgotten your actual birthdate.

But still happy birthday Lilia 🥳🥳🥳🥳🤣🤣🤣😁😁😁

Every career deserves respect, no job is useless