Self Promoting - Blog Posts
Well, I now have a Bluesky account! So I drew this!
this is my Bluesky btw: https://bsky.app/profile/teslathedog.bsky.social
Made a blog for a thingy I'm working on @hekyllanimaticproject
Hello sillies! My community server is now up and running. Come join! https://discord.gg/x6xYV79DJK
Writing commissions
Hello! If you are looking for a POC writer to write your stories or plots for you; Then consider checking me out! I am a writer of nine years. I am experienced in Fantasy, Romance, Horror, etc. etc. and I adore writing not just for myself, but for the people too! I am currently in a situation where i need funding to help provide for my family as we are currently struggling with bills and could lose our home! So if you could help so that we don't, that'd be amazing!
I am opening up my commissions! Here is the document explaining my prices AND Terms of services! Pricing MAY go down or up, depending on what you'd like from me! Thank you for taking the time to read <3
Hello chat! There's been a small update. The modpack no longer works so we've had to resort to using Better Minecraft, a much more simpler and better modpack. There will be no Origins, unfortunely. And recently, we've had security risks so I've had to open up Applications. Below are the applications to apply for the SMP.
Player Apps: https://forms.gle/hqHdEZrVgySZZpZM7 Writer Apps: https://forms.gle/Mos5wjtvSdYyQLMt5 Admin Apps: https://forms.gle/pLwUdCBRDYymLTxVA Builder Apps: https://forms.gle/qRtX9Bdr4x3weqq16
These applications are your only way into getting in.
Note: You do not have to take all of them. One is to apply to play, the others are to make teams. However, if you feel like you fit the criteria, you are allowed to apply to all of them. Good luck!
Applications close October 13th or 7th so you have time to apply!
If you want to see the server's lore firsthand before applying, please check here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VqvZzYBIKRL6GcALxUAHn7RnCLKq3vKknG-5tgLD0n8/edit?usp=sharing
Minecraft SMP promotion.
Hey! If you're interested in Joining a minecraft lore smp that is modded, has origins, a "plot line" and is filled with governments like factions or just interested in joining the team to be behind the scenes! Please follow the update account, my main account, and join my discord server to get all kinds of updates and to find the applications. Update account: https://x.com/cloudieupdates Main account: https://x.com/cloud_shroom Hope to see you there or hope to see you apply!
Minecraft SMP promotion.
Hey! If you're interested in Joining a minecraft lore smp that is modded, has origins, a "plot line" and is filled with governments like factions or just interested in joining the team to be behind the scenes! Please follow the update account, my main account, and join my discord server to get all kinds of updates and to find the applications. Update account: https://x.com/cloudieupdates Main account: https://x.com/cloud_shroom Hope to see you there or hope to see you apply!
Socials.
Hey! Please don't forget to join or follow my socials! Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/cloud_shroom Twitter: https://x.com/cloud_shroom Discord: cloud.shroom + Discord community server: https://discord.gg/x6xYV79DJK Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@cloud.shroom. If you ARE interested in following me, Please read all my introduction posts, boundaries, and rules!
Introduction.
Hello, My name is Cloud_Shroom. I am a online twitch streamer and content creator. I'm here on Tumblr to spread my creativity and to make a safe community for not online myself, but for my followers too. Please read below how you can interactive in the community.
Have fan art you want to share? -Use #CloudShroomFanart
Do you have something you want me to see? - Use #CloudieCheck or #CloudieSees if you don't want to be seen but still want to talk about me - Use #CloudieChatter want to go through my askbox answers? - Use #AskCloudie
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Now, let's get on with more important information. ■ I have auADHD so I need tone tags. ■ I'm a POC. (Black–white) (Mixed) ■ I'm in a relationship. ■ I'm part of the LGBTQ. I'm in the trans umbrella and use any pronouns except for she. ■ I'm also nearing my adult ages and the age I am as of this post, I am 18 so please be wary or unfollow if you're uncomfortable. ■ Oct 7th is my BD :3
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I told ya I'm cooking it up!
I'm posting stories in AO3! I'll have the link later tonight
I'll try and post bi-weekly (no promises). I have two stories I'm currently trying to to write.
"Rebuilt to love again" is a romance/smut story of a mechanic names Leia who's girlfriend SP-4 died in a car accident but was rebuilt almost completely from the ground up with their old and corrupted memory drives. The more SP-4 experiences and does, the more of her memory she is able to recover from the corrupted drives.
"Would you like to fall in love with me again?"
"Frame of War" is an AU Warframe story revolving around a Tenno named Alyx and her ship cephalon Hal as they explore a pre-second dream origin system. In this story though, Alyx is not the MC like us players, instead that Tenno is refered to as Hayden (named after the Dark Sector protag).
"Hal they stole everything except for my Warframe, I don't even have any weapons!"
"Well, you do have a Rhino"
shameless self promo 😚😚😚
perseus (fic) — part one
pairing: percy weasley x eleanora black (readersona)
summary: eleanora black, daughter of deceased regulus black, is attending her fifth year at hogwarts. between her budding crush on percy weasley and the fact that her uncle escaped azkaban, she doesn’t know what to expect for the coming year.
warnings: mild angst, mentions of death
word count: 2.1k
a/n: this fanfiction was originally uploaded to ao3 under the same name. i’ve edited it slightly, but it still contains the same info! dividers come from @hyuneskkami !!
— fic masterlist | learn more about eleanora
“You must know how I worry, Eleanora. What with everything going on with… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.” Mother spoke his name in a hushed whisper, her eyes darting around their overcrowded apartment as if he could spawn in at any moment. The only creature to give any acknowledgement to her harrowed words was one of the many cats skittering about the place. This particular one was gray all over and gave Mother a sleepy blink before rolling over and exposing his fat stomach. He was desiring to be pet,and Mother was never one to deny her little angels anything.
“I’ll be alright Mother, truly.” Eleanora insisted. She watched her mother stroke the overly large feline, pitying her own sweet cat stuck in a carrier on top of her loaded trunk. Darling Moira would not make a sound the entire trip, that much she had learned after many trips to Hogwarts. “He’s not back, you must know that. Those are just rumors by blasted Rita Skeeter. You must stop reading that garbage.”
Mother gave a forlorn look to the newest edition of Witch Weekly. “It is some of my best company,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes becoming distant as she brought a finger to her lip– a telltale sign she was deep in thought. Eleanora sighed and gently patted Mother’s shoulder.
“Let’s go sit down,” she said softly, guiding Mother in the direction of her favorite armchair. A cat decorated each side, already excited for Mother to sit down and begin to love on them. Mother seemed considerably more at peace as she was lowered down.
“Have a good year at school, darling,” she murmured in a rare moment of clarity. “Be sure to write.”
“I will,” Eleanora answered as she gathered her trunk and Moira’s cage. Though it was amusing– she wouldn’t be able to write. Neither of them had an owl. There was no postage to their apartment. During the school year, Eleanora had the brief reprieve of a world without Mother.
“Moris should be by shortly,” Eleanora called to Mother. The hired help to take care of Mother usually didn’t last very long, and she expected no different from this one. When Mother gave her a blank stare in return, she sighed.
It should be noted that Eleanora cared very deeply for Mother, very deeply indeed. However, Mother was often exhausting to deal with. Eleanora had never known her father, yet his death had affected Mother in such a way that her mind never was quite the same. She saw the world differently, and that was incredibly hard. Eleanora tried to be patient, but it simply wasn’t possible sometimes. She always saw it as some sort of test– a training for the day she would take on the role of Head Girl of Ravenclaw.
She smiled to herself as she dragged her trunk and cat cage into the dimly lit kitchen and dipped her fingers into the jar of Floo powder. Head Girl. Someday, Eleanora. Someday.
Platform 9 and ¾ was a constant hustle and bustle. Eleanora was surrounded by families, some saying tearful goodbyes to first years and others excitedly waving off their seventh years. Eleanora was right in the middle of the pack as a fifth year. Sadnessness twinged in Eleanora’s chest. She was surrounded by so many families, and here she was, alone, with no one to kiss her forehead and wish her goodbye. Mother didn’t leave the house, and Eleanora wasn’t sure she would even want her too. She had become accustomed to silent goodbyes to the world around her, in absence of her mother.
Goodbye, bedside lamp that warded off monsters and allowed for late-night reading.
Goodbye, dimly lit kitchen with half-empty cupboards.
Gooodbye, numerous cats that her sweet Moira never got along with.
She looked down at herself and brushed her hands across her robes. She had dressed in a restroom, wanting to give everyone the right impression of her. She was a prefect this year, and that came with much responsibilities. She couldn’t have others thinking she was foolish. She straightened the prefect pin glistening on her chest, the action bringing a tiny smile to her lips.
“Eleanora!”
Of course, she wasn’t missing Mother for long. Penelope Clearwater, truly her best friend in the entire world, floated toward her. Her arms were already extended out for a hug, and as Eleanora fell into that familiar embrace she found herself entrapped in the warm scent of vanilla. As long as the pair had been friends, Penelope had always been a source of warmth and love for Eleanora.
As the pair separated, Eleanora caught the Clearwater parent’s wrathful gaze. Eleanora took a nervous step back from her beautiful blonde friend, and gave them an awkward nod.
“Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater,” she said politely. The pair only glared down at her, their lips pressed in thin lines. Eleanora resisted the temptation to sigh.
“Come along,” Penelope said, clearly sensing the tension brewing between the group. She extended a hand out to Eleanora, which she gladly took. “Let’s go find our seats on the train before some first years take them.”
After exchanging brief goodbyes with her parents, the pair began to make their way towards the train.
“I wish your parents didn’t hate me so,” Eleanora said with a soft sigh. She gave a wistful look to the families around them, and once more was hit with that pang in her gut– she couldn’t even find a family with her dearest friend in the world.
“They’re just… strange,” Penelope said between long pauses. Her crystal blue eyes darted around as she searched for a reason for her parents behavior. “What, with everything going on right now and all…”
Eleanora’s dark eyebrows shot up. “Everything going on? With what?”
Penelope looked startled, drawing her trolley to an abrupt stop. “I’d assume out of everyone, you would be the one to know–”
“Know what?”
Penelope’s shocked expression abruptly turned into one that was very smug. She bit her lower lip. “Oh Eleano-ra,” she said in a sing-song tone.
“What is it?” Eleanora asked, though she had a feeling she already knew what it was. She felt the instinctive heat in her cheeks.
“Per-cy is be-hind you,” Penelope purred, her eyes glittering with delight. Eleanora bit her lower lip, desperately trying to maintain her cool as she tossed an oh-so casual glance over her shoulder.
Percy Weasley indeed was behind them, and looking as grumpy as ever. The mop of ginger curls glistened in the sun, and she watched carefully as he slid his wire-frame glasses back up his nose. He was perhaps a bit taller this year, shoulders a bit more broad than they used to be. He was already dressed in his robes as well, the elusive Head Boy pin on proud display on his chest.
Eleanora sucked in a breath, and turned back to a giddy Penelope. “He looks even more handsome than last year,” she whispered.
Penelope rolled her eyes, though the playful smile didn’t leave her lips. “I personally don’t understand what you see in the lad.”
“Yes, well, we can’t all be hopelessly in love with Cedric Diggory,” Eleanora said, crossing her arms over her chest. Penelope’s cheeks turned a deep red against her pale skin.
“I am not,” she muttered. “Let’s get on the train.”
Satisfied with her payback, Eleanora grabbed her cart and pushed it towards the train. Once they were both settled down and the lovely thrum of the moving train vibrated below them, Eleanora’s mind traveled back to the question from before. What was going on right now?
When Eleanora once again asked the question, Penelope withdrew into herself. A dark look crossed her face.
“I cannot believe you don’t know,” Penelope murmured. Her tone was hushed, as if every word she spoke was forbidden. Eleanora leaned closer, closing the gap of space between them.
“What is it?” Eleanora whispered.
Penelope’s eyes darted around, landing on everything but Eleanora’s face. “Truly,” she whispered, “It’s hard to talk about. I don’t-”
“Just spit it out already!”
“Sirius Black has escaped.”
Eleanora leaned back against the seat. It was as if every breath had been forced out of her. Air wasn’t coming easily, and truly she felt as if she might faint. She pressed a hand to her temple, trying desperately to focus on the cart before her. No wonder she didn’t know– Mother surely had grasped whatever brain she had left and tried desperately to hide it from her– And it made sense, her mother refused to so much as speak of the family—
“Is it true?” Eleanora heard herself gasp faintly.
Penelope’s haunted look all but confirmed what she feared.
Her uncle had escaped from Azkaban.
“I’m sorry this is so upsetting to you, I know how your mother doesn’t like to speak of your father’s family.” As Penelope began to apologize, her hands clutched to her chest, a chilling sensation swept over Eleanora. She felt as if she were drowning in freezing water, as if she had never felt happiness in her life, as if–
The train was plunged into darkness as it went under a tunnel, and all at once, the lights went out. Screams echoed through the train, all while that achingly cold hand gripped her heart. Penelope felt a world away from her.
“Pen,” Eleanora whimpered, her eyes displaying double shadows as she tried to reach out to her friend. “What- what’s happening…”
“I–” Penelope sounded as dazed as Eleanora felt. “It– it won’t stop.”
The door to their cart squealed as it was thrown open. Percy Weasley appeared in the doorway, his wand held before him and glowing from the end. It cast his face in a harsh white light, making his freckles all the more prominent against his pale skin. His eyes were cloudy, mirroring the distant look Penelope herself had.
“There’s dementors on the train,” Percy said. His voice sounded far away, an echo of what his normal rumble sounded like. “They’re searching for Sirius Black. They should be gone soon, and they shouldn’t bother you. It’s important you–” His voice caught suddenly, as if he couldn’t breathe. The silence that stretched before them seemed as if it went on forever until he finally shuddered a gasp.
“It’s important you remain calm,” he continued. The weakness in his words was obvious this time– Eleanora realized he was fighting whatever had come over them. “You two are Ravenclaws, yes?”
Eleanora barely managed to nod. She felt so… so cold…
“Your– your Head Boy or Girl should be around shortly,” Percy managed to say. “Remain calm.”
He was gone as quickly as he had come, taking the light with him. Their cart was once again cast into darkness. Eleanora was hit with the sudden, lingering thought that none other than Percy Weasley had made his way to check on her. Sure, it was part of his Head Boy duties, but– Percy Weasley, of all people.
The thought made Eleanora feel a bit warmer inside. The ice around her was defrosting, if only a little bit. It was an odd sensation — as if the kind thoughts were truly pushing back the darkness that had ensnared her
“Think… happy thoughts,” Penelope wheezed from across her.
So Eleanora did. She thought of the way she felt when she passed Percy in the corridors. The warmth that bubbled up inside her at even the smallest interaction with him was something she needed right now. She recalled memories of Fred and George Weasley causing distractions in class, and how they always made her chuckle even on her worst days.
And of course, she thought of Pen– her Penelope, her dearest friend. She thought of her most of all. She thought of their hugs and their whispered secrets and long hours wasted together. Time with Pen was never a waste though, was it?
After recalling all of these warm memories that brought her mind to a place of peace, Eleanora realized the lights had come on once more, and they had exited the dreadful cave. The cold that had gripped her had seeped away, and clearly Penelope was doing much better herself. Color was flushing back into her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to glimmer in the light.
“I don’t know what that was,” Penelope said slowly as she brushed imaginary dust off her fine skirt. “But I do know that I heard Percy’s voice in this car.”
Eleanora laughed. Truly, she was relieved Penelope could joke after something like that. The pair chattered on, all the while they ignored what Percy had said. Searching for Sirius Black. Dementors. On the Hogwarts Express. It was asinine. And in the back of her mind, Penelope was left wondering.
Had her uncle also made it to Hogwarts?