#I hate drawing hair so I love painting dark haired characters

[fandomartdumpblog]

“The fact of the matter is - he’s not the wunderkind anymore.”

“Non, j’velix que tu viennes, Papa, je te jure. Tu sais que mon anxiété va être un problème peu importe.”

Well, I enjoyed painting Kent “Human Disaster” Parson so much that I decided to draw Jack “College Athletics is a Personality Trait” Zimmerman too.

[Man I really need to stop spending my entire weekend painting fanart for a fandom that’s nearly a decade old]

[castianii]

my Ninjago headcanons!!!!

Kai

• Is TikTok famous. He likes to put his camera in everyone’s face while they do normal everday things then says “ooh this is perfect, everyone will love this!!” and then everyone does love it.

• Spends most of his time trying to annoy his teammates. He finds it funny how easily Nya gets ticked off, so he annoys her most often. ex) going into her room and just singing really loud.

• Thinks Tarayummy is his soulmate. He sits in his room in the dark and just watches her videos. He has a hatred for every man she has ever talked to.

Nya

• Says she hates dressing up/wearing dresses, but at night she secretly puts on pretty ball gowns she hides in boxes in her closet. (I do this)

• Loves art, but she mostly paints. She picked it up after seeing the paintings Jay did after seabound. He taught her a lot of it.

• Anytime she sees a friend or someone she knows out in public she has to talk to them. It’s like when you were little and your mom/dad saw someone at the store and they just had to talk to them forever. She does that.

Zane

• There’s a desk in his room with the most random junk on it. He doesn’t even know where most of it came from. This junk varies from model airplanes to defused pipe bombs.

• He’ll give himself weird accents sometimes. If he’s bored he will just put on a new accent and talk to the others to see their reactions. One time he did a Russian accent that scared Jay so much he peed his pants.

• He could watch those videos of dancing fruit for hours. He just loves brain rot, and that’s okay because it keeps him busy.

Cole

• Religiously watches edits of himself of TikTok. Once he accidentally reposted one and everyone lost their mind.

• Thinks Halo by Beyoncé is the greatest song ever written. It’s the only song he will sing in front of other people and he will put his whole heart and soul into it every time.

• Likes to skateboard, but doesn’t have enough time. He thought it would be a fun hobby to pick up before he was a ninja and actually got really good at it. He isn’t as good now, but he can still do some tricks.

Jay

• This man is so zesty oh my god. Everyone in Ninjago thought he was gay until he got together with Nya. There are still people who think it’s all just an act to cover it up.

• If this guy sees a river he is getting in. It doesn’t matter if it’s 10 or 80 degrees, this man is ready to jump in any river he sees. He tries to get everyone else to join, but they aren’t as stupid (except Cole who obviously has to join him)

•Watches Instagram reels instead of TikTok. He thinks they’re funnier, and Kai thinks that it’s the funniest thing in the world and never shuts up about it.

Lloyd

• A lot of people think this, but I think that he bleach’s his hair. He doesn’t want to look anything like his dad, and he thinks his dark hair makes him look evil.

• Also likes art, but mostly draws. He likes to do art with Nya, but picked it up when he was younger. He used to make his own comic books about the ninja in S1.

• Wants to be a theater kid so bad, but he has to focus on his ninja work. He’s made everyone watch Hamilton at least 5 times (so far).

I have other headcanons about a lot of other characters, and more about these guys if you’re interested.

[zankydraws]

You got any Wekiddy headcannons? Especially for MJ?

idk if these count as hcs or not but I might have some!

MJ 182: - he's a shapeshifting alien. idk what his true form would be yet but I want to draw it someday, I'd go with some sort of anthro reptile/shark mix probably - a bit of an asshole, likes to cause problems on purpose (his main goal is pissing off El Cool P) - loves pop-punk (bruh MJ makes me wish there was an actual pop-punk version of Incredibox where he's the main character..) - he thinks Xenomorph is a hottie.. (dfkgjhdfks) - I like to think he's a good artist, specifically good at spray painting (and he uses his talent to destroy public property or El Cool P's belongings) - definitely the most rebellious guy in the group - hates to dress up - can and will bite people (mostly Cool P)

El Cool P: - huge ego. absolutely massive - probably commits crimes (loves arson) - idk there's something wrong with him - would do good stuff for people (like giving money to charity) just to make himself feel better and make people love him more - uses his good looks and charm to his advantage - if he wants something, he WILL get it - probably has tons of merch with his own stupid face on it (he owns an El Cool Shirt and an El Cool Plushie for sure) - owns like millions of suits (and matching bucket hats) - argues with MJ all the time - a terrible driver (don't get into a car with him) (how did he even get a driving license?)

KC Glow: - precious baby boy, an absolute angel - looooong sleeves - does the excited flappy hand thing a lot - can actually glow in the dark, somehow - has freckles! - you could probably pick him up and carry him around and he would be chill about it

ASAP Bee: - looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you - loves bees, they are his best buddies - probably stores bees in his fanny pack - if you hurt/kill a bee, he will beat the shit out of you - seriously don't mess with him and his bee friends - loves bee memes, puns and everything bee related - owns a machine gun (this one is ridiclous but some people call him a machine gun guy and it made me think that it would be funny if he actually owned a gun. so don't mess with his bees unless you want a bullet in your butt) - absolutely loves honey, he's obsessed with it, always carries a bottle/jar of honey around

Big Duke: - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll - a very chill and nice guy - always ready to help! - I like to think he's a little chubby - short king

Swingy: - works out a lot, he's very fit and pretty strong - I talked about this some time ago but he gives me the 80's fitness instructor vibes so he can probably teach people how to work out properly and dance - kinda stupid but he's very nice! :D - loves food and eats all the time - likes his hair a lot and doesn't want anyone touching it - generally likes to look pretty

Blue GT: - kind of a bitch - has heterochromia (I drew him with different eye colors once and loved the idea a lot lol) - he's sooo tired of hearing MJ and Cool P argue ("just kill each other already") - he just wants to be left alone - wears turtlenecks and rings - has to look fabulous at all times - loves coffee

Memphis: - doesn't want to get in trouble but somehow always ends up getting in trouble because of MJ or Cool P (because they are assholes) (Mephis still likes to spend time with his buddies tho, even if it doesn't always end up being good for him) - his hair is extremely floofy and soft, it's unbelievable - he seems a little shy to me..

and that's all I guess.. I don't really have any headcanons for the other dudes, but I might come up with something someday

[arzen9]

Daybreak

The Nosferatu OST was released, and I was compelled to write this while listening to it.

OR

Lamby has a nightmare the night before they face Cazador Szarr.

A/N: I know I haven't published anything in a while, and I apologize. Life has been A LOT lately, and I truly didn't have it in me to write, but I WANT to, and although my uploading schedule won't be regular I will continue to create because I love this game and the brainrot continues. This will the the first of a few one-shots to come involving my main OC from BG3, Vaeri (or Lamby, as she prefers to go by) and Astarion. These one-shots will be mostly canon compliant and contain my takes on various events that take place in game. As always, thank you so much for your time if you read, and I always appreciate any and all feedback! 

Rating: M

Pairing: Astarion x Original Female Character

Tags: Trauma, Vampire Spawn Astarion, Vampire Ascendant Astarion, Canon Compliant, Nightmares, Spoilers, One Shot, One Shot Collection, Other Additional Tags to be Added

One Shot, 1.2k words

Lamby finds herself in a strange dream.

There’s a room bathed in sunlight, a shrine with two goblets and scattered rose petals, and a mirror adorned with delicate silver ornaments.

And there’s Astarion: her love, her life.

He’s leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest. There’s a smirk painted on his handsome face, and Lamby’s inclined to return it if only it didn’t feel so… Wrong.

Astarion’s eyes slowly move to the mirror, and she follows his gaze.

That’s when she realizes: she has no reflection.

One of her hands flies to her mouth, and just as she feared, something sharp pricks at her finger, draws her blood.

A fang.

“No!”

“Why don’t you admit that you’re afraid of what I am, darling? You are deeply, deeply afraid. And that’s why you can never fully love me. And that’s why I need to keep you chained up.”

Sure enough, looking at her ankles, she can see the silver circles just as bright as she had expected to see the sun when she woke up. She is shackled.

“This isn’t you, Astarion.”

“But what if it is?”

One second, he’s standing in the corner of the room, and the next, he is right in front of her. His speed makes her gasp, equal parts shock and fascination, as much as she hated to admit. Is this the power of the Ascendant?

He grabs her face, and his touch isn’t cold anymore. The pressure he applies makes her lips part, and he slides his thumb into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.

“I can tell,” he says, all poisoned honey. “You hold your breath while I speak. You await my command.”

Lamby wants to retort, but his grip is iron, and all she can do is salivate around his finger.

A part of her is furious. Humiliated. Bhaal’s Chosen should rip the Vampire Lord’s throat out, bathe in his innards.

Isn’t this what Father would have wanted?

She tries to turn her face away. Looking at him does nothing but fuel the fire of her darkest urges. Heat pools in her lower abdomen. Tears burn in her eyes.

This is the worst of both of them.

With newfound vampiric strength, Lamby's hand wraps around the Ascendant’s throat, but he only smiles.

Astarion retracts his thumb from her mouth and wipes her spittle on her cheek.

“We do what we have to survive, don’t we?”

Lamby jolts awake, gasping and frantically searching her surroundings, looking down at her hands. The hands that wanted to harm Astarion. Her Astarion.

It’s still dark in their room at the Elfsong, only rays of silver moonlight illuminating the room, almost liquid.

“Little lamb,” he whispers as gently as possible, and Lamby takes a deep breath, released from the nightmare. “I’m here. You’re alright.”

He runs a hand through her hair, and the gesture calms her down immensely. She moves her body to be closer to him. Her gaze is tired under wet eyelashes.

“What did you see?” he asks.

“You,” she answers.

“Should I be offended that this is how you wake up from a dream containing me?”

“It wasn’t you, exactly. You were the Ascendant.” She enunciates the word with heavy disdain.

“It’s simply a dream. Nothing more.”

“You’re right,” she says and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Astarion. This is not me trying to influence your decision.”

He doesn’t have to look into her eyes to know she’s telling the truth because Lamby is probably the only person he fully trusts. But he does anyway and finds an undecipherable pain in her usually cheerful gaze.

“It feels impossible, almost,” he says. “The fact that I will need to make such a choice after not having a say for so long.”

With her thumb, she draws little circles on the skin connecting his thumb to his index finger. It’s soothing.

“You won’t be alone,” Lamby says.

She’s right. For the first time in forever, he is not alone. Which makes his decision only more complicated.

“Astarion,” she whispers, moving even closer to him so their foreheads are touching. He closes his eyes with the softness of the gesture, senses all-consumed by her presence. Her warmth, the beat of her heart, the steady movement of her chest with every breath.

“No matter what, I want you to know I’m with you. Even if…” She falters. He opens his eyes and sees the tears she’s trying to hide. “Even if I don’t necessarily agree with the decision you might make.”

Her warmth. The beat of her heart. The steady movement of her chest with every breath.

She would give it all to him, just like that. And he would take it.

It takes a while for Lamby to fall back asleep, but she does, holding Astarion’s hand. He wants to tell her that, although he has only taken so far, he only wants to give, give, and give her everything that he can. And he will tell her.

He won’t tell her, however, that the sudden connection of their tadpoles had stirred him in his trance, and he had seen everything. Every second of her nightmare, they both stood as the villains of their love story.

But how can they have forever if he can’t grant her the gift of immortality? And how can Astarion accept that he’ll one day lose her? What if ascending is the only way?

He saw her reaction to the scroll they found at Jaheira’s hideout. Her soft features tainted with deep concern; dark blonde brows knit together. Jaheira, of course, ever the careful observer, noticed how her face contorted at the discovery.

“What’s on your mind, cub?” she asked Lamby.

“That scroll,” she pointed at it. “A druidic ritual, is it?”

“Have your eyes set on the future, hm?”

Lamby didn’t respond for a while. It was apparent that she was trying to conceal her curiosity from Astarion.

  “Are you thinking of using it?”

Jaheira looked at her, then, a fleeting sadness in her eyes. She turned her gaze to Astarion, then back to Lamby again.

“I understand not being content with the amount of life given to you, cub. I do.” For a moment, Lamby almost looks… Annoyed, but lets Jaheira continue. “Unfortunately, like you said, it is a druidic ritual.”

“And I am no druid.”

“Alas.”

They had gone on with their day, Lamby and Jaheira walking side by side for most of it, discussing something in hushed voices. But Astarion kept an eye on the little lamb, and at night, when she thought everybody else was at rest, she locked herself in the bathroom. Astarion was the only one who heard her cry until first light.

To know she wanted eternity with him, to want the same exact thing without the power to make it happen, weighs heavily on Astarion now.

But it seems that he does have the power. If he completes the ritual of the Ascendant instead of Cazador, eternity with Lamby would not be a tragic dream anymore. And who would miss his siblings, so what if he had to sacrifice them? They would be serving a better purpose this way.

Then Astarion considers Lamby’s nightmare. Through the tadpole, he could feel what she felt, face-to-face with that strange version of him. It didn’t feel like they were in love at all. Obsessed with each other, desperate to possess, sure. But love?

Are they in love?

The Astarion of not so long ago would think of love as nothing but a weakness. But now, looking at this hot-blooded creature holding his hand like it is her only lifeline, love feels like a strength instead.

The only thing left to do is make a choice. His choice.

[cyrenescreams]

Hii cyrene do you have any specific details about the designs of the characters in a 101 reasons? (Totally not looking for art ideas)

Hi Ýr! You asked so I’m going to use this an excuse to ramble <3 under the cut for convenience 

This is like current timeline I guess 

Quackity

longer hair.  it’s definitely at least shoulder length by now 

Definitely used like Bobby pins to keep his bangs out of his face 

Beanies obviously both the plain navy one and the embroidered red one 

I’m very fond of the track suit skin so he definitely wears those. He probably just claims it is easier than picking out clothes that actually match 

Lots of moles and beauty marks because obviously 

Reading glasses I can’t explain this one but it is true just plain wire frames that he hates but his boyfriends love 

He more or less only wears longs sleeves which covers it but he absolutely still wears the friendship bracelet 

Karl paints his nails but they never match any sort of theme because he doesn’t really care 

Charlie 

glasses 

His hair is sort of shaggy but not overgrown 

He definitely had braces at the start but got them off at some point 

On that same note he was the kid who exclusively got neon green bands on his braces 

The worst gamer tee-shirts you have ever seen. Only bad puns 

He cuffs his jeans to show off his fun patterned socks 

His socks while all having fun patterns never match 

He also wears his friendship bracelet

He’s a converse guy 

Definitely has some scar on his cheek from a dumb dare that he did as a kid. It’s a fun reminder of better times 

Foolish 

he wears the friendship bracelet and also like fifty others that Ponk made 

Also keeps a hair tie on his wrist for his partners 

His hair is definitely growing out but not quiet to the length that Quackity’s is yet 

Plain tee shirts and jeans 

He has no style and cannot be bothered to develop one 

His clothes definitely all fit a bit awkwardly because he refuses to get new ones 

He has a chip on his front tooth from playing football 

A beauty mark under one eye. Why? Who knows 

Messiest hair ever. He definitely run his hands throw it a lot when thinking and just totally fucks it up 

Probably some little scars on his arms from the car accident and playing sports growing up

Fundy

freckles everywhere absolutely everywhere on his face that’s it though

Some boring short hair cut 

He definitely had his ears pierced as a kid and still wears boring studs because he likes the piercings but doenst want to draw attention to them 

A hoodie and zip up guy. Always wearing like three layers of baggy clothes 

Black or dark blue are his go to colors 

Doesn’t wear the bracelets because he doesn’t like the wrist feel but will occasionally wear necklaces 

He seems like a silver guy 

Crooked teeth because same 

Sam

freckles everywhere part two 

Definitely has a little gap in his front teeth 

Hearing aids 

His hair has definitely grown out quite a bit. Maybe a bit longer than Quackity’s 

Has a severe case of roots always showing because he’s too lazy to dye it right away syndrome 

Faint scars on his arms and face from the accident 

Also a hoodie guy 

He can match colors and patterns on his clothes but usually just wears plain colors or green. 

The sort of guy to wear his sneakers into oblivion. They have only luck and ducktape holding them together 

Just the main boys to keep this from getting too long but as always I love to ramble 

[cherry-lemonade-kiss]

film review: buffalo '66

rating: 4/5

the brown grain of a 35mm camera, the stark contrast of a rough, rugged man and the sweet angel of a teenage girl with big beautiful eyes painted with blue, the americana of diners, bowling alleys, football- that's buffalo '66.

it was the beauty of christina ricci playing that sweet teenage girl, dressed in the angelic baby blue dress, adorned with bright blue eyeshadow and sparkling tap shoes, that really drew me to the film. of course next was the short, concise summary: a man gets released from prison and kidnaps a girl to play the facade of his loving wife to impress his parents.

what seems like a simply dark twisted film delves into something else. we have a hurt man, emotionally neglected by his parents- a father abrasive and resentful of his son and a mother who regrets her only experience of childbirth because it cost her a football game. it's really no wonder billy brown (played by the film's own director, vincent gallo) is so rough and tempestuous throughout the film, harsh and aggressive to his victim, layla. he's a man hurt and scorned, cheated by his parents, cheated by his first (and only, it seems) unrequited love, cheated by the bookie who forces him to go to prison for a crime he didn't commit...but even though this film seems somewhat autobiographical, it's hard not to think this man is so utterly pathetic.

he's a man who is angry at the world, angry at himself, angry at everything and would want to see everything burn. and like every cliche film following a man so wronged and 'haunted by his demons', billy avoids self-destruction by softening to the sweetness of layla. maybe it's the feminist in me but it was aggravating to watch layla be so kind and sweet and loving to a man who forces her into her own car, a man who pulls her hair and threatens her, a man who forces her to act in a twisted play of happy families, a man who deserts her at a diner- it's endless cruelty but somehow we see the film end with sweet layla being cradled close by billy.

i didn't dislike the film- there were valid criticisms of both the fiction but also the reality of filming (the difficulty of the director and actor vincent gallo, his poor treatment of christina ricci etc etc) but i'd be lying if i said it wasn't an enjoyable watch. i think there's something quite addictive about watching characters you hate, especially those you despise because they're so pitiful, so pathetic, so desperate and angry and fail to take accountability for anything- everything that essentially makes up the character of billy brown. it's particularly addictive when you see those turbulent storms of characters tamed by their complete opposites, someone calm and collected, sweet and sensitive and emotional in contrast to their anger and scorn and resentment i.e. layla.

i do wish the film explored layla more- i'd be curious of her backstory, her life as a dancer, her dreams and ambitions, her family life and why she's so drawn to a man like billy brown. is she self-destructive? does she believe herself a healer? if the girls watching this film are anything like me, something is drawing them to layla. do they see themselves in her, a girl slightly insane who would give everything to a man, a man that doesn't deserve her?

overall, buffalo '66 is a film worth watching. an hour and fifty minutes passes by quickly when you're observing such dysfunctional characters in a world of beautiful american cinematography.

[kavehpilled]

ALL of them.

OK SO YIU HATE ME

1. how many followers do you have?

somewhere around 1.7k i lost track a long time ago

2. whens the last time you went on a date?

june? its been so long ☹️

3. how many posts have you made?

WELL over 20k this account is 3 years old

4. what type of shoes do you wear?

white avia elevates or my blue converse

5. what color are the walls of your room?

cream at my moms, brown at my dads

6. where are you right now?

in english im about to pull the trigger

7. would you consider yourself good at art?

perchance…. i know im alright enough at it that people like my art and make it their pfp sometimes. i even have a mutual that printed a drawing i did of atsushi and put it on their wall💀

8. who was your first kiss?

you😛

9. do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

YEA LIKE 5 LMFAO

10. whats your favorite piece of clothing you own?

i have a really nice red cardigan that i basically live in at home

11. do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

suburban all around i think i dont remember

12. whats your favorite store to shop at?

goodwill🫶

13. if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

gentle i think

14. do you collect anything?

classic novels! im restarting my collection of tiny bear figurines and friendship bracelets tho

15. whats the last thing you ate?

i had a banana applesauce like an hour ago :)

16. if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

i go once a month and shes nice! got me referrals for diagnoses so that was chill

17. whats one thing you want to buy, but dont have the money or resources to get it?

WRIOTHESLEY DOLL.

18. whos the first person you can think of?

you

19. how old were you when you found out santa wasnt real?

i think ~5? my cousin told me :(

20. if you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what would it be?

jjk bro pls revive and continue for me. i need satosugu to be happy

21. do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture?

i dont think so!

22. who was your childhood favorite music artist?

taylor swift or sir mix a lot

23. cds or record players?

despite my extensive cd collection i would say records

24. do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

i wish but i think too rationally for any of that

25. would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

i think people always deserve a second chance and we are legitimate living proof of that, even if that concept like translates into relationships. im nowhere near ready for anything right now but if i ever got back together with ANYONE they would have to change a lot. i have hope in everyone tho

26. favorite kids show character?

kwazii from octonauts :)

27. is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

yeah!

28. when youre sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

sad music all the way. i rarely cry so when im genuinely upset its nice to get it out to sad songs yk

29. whats the last outfit you wore?

im a chronic outfit repeater so. white turtleneck under a dark green sweater that has pumpkins all over it and dark brown cargo pants. ive worn this like 10 times

30. do you have any online friends?

YES alice ezra and skylia are the ones i talk to the most!! but i have a lot of mutuals i love interacting with ppl

31. least favorite clothing style that is currently popular?

those white fox hoodies make me carnally angry

32. how often do you do your laundry?

once a week at my dads, twice a week at my moms. its a weird system but i have more clothes at my moms currently

33. do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

gold, silver makes me look sad and grungy

34. whats your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

i like reading cherry crush on webtoon when im bored💀🙏

35. if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

id probably dye it to calico colors but im scared ill look like a goof

36. do you paint your nails?

sometimes! i did them blue like for a day and then i got bored. i pick at them too much so its like a little treat

37. whats an uncommon/specific/ obscure topic youre interested in?

vampire burial practices and eastern european rituals

38. whats the name of your first pet?

KITTY💀 he was an orange cat that got eaten by coyotes

39. whats one feature you would change on tumblr?

im not active enough to notice anything…

40. whats the most interesting item you own?

i think a tiny glass giraffe i love him

41. would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

museum all the way i love intimacy with that kinda thing

42. whats one regret you have?

i could go into extensive detail about what i seriously regret in my life but i think my main one is not telling you enough before we split apart

[vanhelsingapologist]

I am more than a little obsessed with how you draw Victor Vallakovich, I cannot lie, and also pardon finding your blog and then spamming notifications a lil bit, but dang I love your art and the designs for CoS characters you’ve done are just *chef kiss.*

Our DM did Victor from a completely different angle (like very different) from RAW, so I’m always curious about the Victors done a little closer to original, and the design you gave him, oh wow, I love him, I lowkey wanna adopt him a little bit not going to lie. But yeah I just needed to state as such and ramble! How’s his tenure as burgomeister (apparently?) going? 👀

This is so kind! Thank you! Spam all you like, it has no negative effect on me. Also, I love talking character analysis from our games, so if you wanted, I’d be more than happy to provide you with how we interpreted him, if you’re cool reading it!

Spoilers, as always, for our campaign.

Design

My DM has our Victor in his early 20’s. They wanted to play Victor as someone who was a victim of his dad’s abuse, and they thought that the trope of shutting one’s child away in their home for ‘protection’ would hit our party harder if he was a young adult. It became more controlling. So when designing him, it was important that he maintained a gaunt, haunted look. Almost Tim Burton-y. I combined Victorian, Traditional Slavic, and modern gothic influences to really hit Victor’s style. If you like the chains on his belt but want a younger look at him, @tantaliax has an INCREDIBLE design that utilizes a lot of these influences too.

As for the hair, our Vallakoviches canonically have vitiligo, passed down through Vargas. If I ever drew Victor from the back, his neck would have some. I think he also has some local vitiligo on his chest. I wanted Victor to have a couple streaks to set him apart from Vargas, but not too much

As for his tenure as Burgomaster…

Now that Vargas is good and dead, Victor’s a bit distracted by the power, enforcing odd laws and taking long, brooding walks in the dark that are probably illegal to interrupt him on, but he really has no idea what he’s doing. He sees it as a temporary distraction before he fucks off and leaves Barovia forever.

He likes to do the fun stuff. The being mean, the soirées, the gothifying his ancestral home, the BANNING OF THE FESTIVALS. But he hates the administration, which is funny because he’s actually pretty good at it. And he won’t give speeches. No speeches.

He repurposed the reformation center into a school and when people were like “weren’t people tortured there?” Victor was like “UGH I would’ve loved to learn in a place where people were tortured.” No one really knows what to do with that, but Victor spearheading the Barovian public education platform was whiplash inducing.

For the most part? He lets Emilia do most of it. She’s like, his shadow government while he acts as the face. He happily miserably sits in his attic and experiments or paints when we aren’t plucking him up and companion-izing him.

The main problem? Lady Wachter. He has her under house arrest for riot reasons, but “his” hesitance to decisively end anything has let her cult run amok. People in Vallaki are starting to say he’s too young, weak, and scared to do anything, which is once again garnering support to her.

I think Strahd’s also going to start tempting him with more power or the ability to leave to get him off the party’s side. Vallaki is super Pro-Party right now, and if Wachter’s second bid falls flat, I think Strahd will get that foothold in.

[rrcenic]

HI NIC I'M GOING TO GO WILD WITH THE QUESTIONS so feel free to skip this in case it's overwhelming or anything! favorite books? favorite music genre, song, and artists? favorite season and month? do you prefer cats or dogs (or neither, or both!) what are your hobbies? what's your favorite show? what is your least favorite show because it didn't meet your expectations? who is your favorite character in every fandom you're in? what headcanons do you have for your favorite characters? CAN I HEAR MORE ABOUT YOUR LOTF OC IF YOU HAVE MORE CONTENT OF HIM? (sorry i just adore him!)

KUNI ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH

favorite books: lord of the flies, les mis, good omens, enders game, and the house on the cerulean sea

favorite music genre: i like indie soft punk, anarchist early 2000s rock, and musical theatre!!

favorite artists: i adore green day, death cab for cutie, queen, aaron tveit, ben platt, mccafferty, marina, lincoln, cavetown, ricky montgomery, and penelope scott!

favorite songs: good old fashioned lover boy, riptide, trees, be nice to me, lotta true crime, american idiot, basket case, my heart is buried in venice, line without a hook, boys will be bugs, paul, twin size mattress, drink with me, stars, are you satisfied, i will follow you into the dark, the village, and so many more!!!

favorite season: late fall/early winter

cats or dogs: dogs i guess!! i love both but i’ve always been more of a dog guy

hobbies: art!! drawing, painting, sculpting, writing, singing, acting, etc

favorite show: GOOD OMENS!!! i also enjoy our flag means death, the umbrella academy, and the simpsons

least favorite show: not a tv show, but south pacific (the movie/musical). the ending is so wild and sudden and poorly done!

favorite characters for each fandom: aziraphale (good omens), simon (lord of the flies), grantaire (les mis), alai (enders game), lucius (ofmd), five hargreeves (umbrella academy)

character headcanons:

lotf:

simon survived his wounds on the island, and was secretly cared for by roger (not really “cared” for, just “kept alive”). however, he is left partially paralyzed in one leg and has chronic pain because of it. when they return to civilization, he uses a mobility aid

the choir doubles as their schools honorary gsa

jack is openly trans and jokingly blames transphobia whenever he doesn’t get his way. this infuriates piggy

simons guilty pleasure is fast food. he has strong opinions about what makes a good french fry

maurice makes british jokes and sam has to gently remind him that they are all in fact british

good omens:

crowley has trouble seeing because of his snake eyes. he misses the stars dearly. once, aziraphale brought him to an observatory on the top of a mountain and crowley cried because the stars were just bright enough for him to see

crowley also gets excited whenever humans discover new telescopes or ways to take pictures of other galaxies because it means people are getting closer to seeing more of his creations

aziraphale invented macadamia nuts (reasons: they’re buttery and soft and light and are really nice to bite and i like them)

les mis:

grantaire makes music. 3 am guitar recordings and random voice memos of lyric ideas. most are about enjolras

as a smart person and a victim of police brutality, valjean is a firm acab believer. he likes giving large anonymous locations to the les amis

marius is the token straight friend, even though he himself is a trans man. there’s such a lack of cishet folks in their friend group that the token straight is literally queer

enjolras is terribly allergic to cats but pets grantaires pet cat anyway. he suffers constantly

other hcs about my lotf oc: he likes swimming but hates the feeling of dried salt water on his body, he likes to paint his nails, he chews his hair and nails when he’s nervous (someone needs to introduce this boy to oral stim toys), and his favorite color is baby blue!

again, thank you so much for the asks!!! <333

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Okay, I'm going to request a pairing too, because I really love your writing about all the characters! Please ignore my blog-theme, I'm genuinely interested in any pairing, whatever you see fit.

Here goes: I'm a 5'8" tall woman with dark blonde hair in a pixie cut and green eyes. I am told that I'm very open and friendly to strangers, but I still always feel a little awkward having to maintain a conversation with people I'm not super comfortable with yet. But when I'm with my closest friends, I let out my nerdy side, I love rambling about my interests and hobbies, I laugh at the stupidest (is that even a word?) jokes and love to have deep, meaningful, often political discussions with my people. I think I'm the mom friend of my group because I am the only one without depression and I don't like drinking (much) alcohol XD

Hobbies: I've been dancing ballet for 16 (holy shit I'm feeling old) years and have taken up archery last year. I love being in nature and go hiking for example, but that clashes violenty with my love for reading, video games and watching TV. Apart from that I like creative stuff (drawing, painting, crocheting). Right now I'm trying to turn my hobby sewing into a career as a costume designer. I love music but my taste is weird (mostly metal and rock, but occasionally Ed Sheeran and nerdy/ soundtrack stuff too).

I love cats, because i live with one, and (baby) goats, but every animal is great (yes even spiders and snakes, have you seen their little puppy faces??).

I really don't like ignorant people, old white men in politics who think they have the right to decide my future and pineapples.

Yeah I think that's enough. Sorry for the length XD and thanks in advance!

I'd pair you with Wyll!

You have such vast hobbies and parts about you, and I feel like Wyll would LOVE to learn everything he can from you (and about you!) He also hates old white men in politics, and isn't afraid to get into intense conversations (smarts is sexy to him I KNOW IT), so being able to have a partner who partakes in that means a lot to him. He relieves you a bit of your mom-friend duties since he's also so responsible, but appreciates the care and sensitivity you take with him when you are mom-friend-mode. Plus, he loves the new outfits you create for him - he proudly wears them around Baldur's Gate, and loves doing outdoor activities with you (archery?! badass). He isn't a fan of metal, so he definitely lets you enjoy that yourself, but does love seeing all of your creative pursuits around your home.

[minevn]

You can delete the other 2 asks from me

Yeah. Nana Suzuki. Since the game is in Japan... His mom is from England and dad is japanese. I ended up drawing her on paper and then taking a photo then pasting it on the the thing. And some coloring and doodling in ibis paint x.

His hair is supposed to be black, but I ended up making it dark blue, to give it more character. She is very basic, just like me. I changed their pronouns again. She plays the piano.

The pronouns, I use she her and they them a lot on them. But you can use he him, too.

I tried to draw her on ibis paint but it looked off😀 Even if ibis paint x is ass I still prefer the good ol pen and paper.

No, no she does not hate Yani. They like everybody, Yani just gives her anxiety. /silly /lh, nor any other loud person in the game.

The notebook I draw on is pretty, but it has the square thing paper. ...Maybe because it's a notebook, not a sketch book. Maybe I should just move on from the hot pink notebook to a black depressed sketch book. /silly /joking

Nana's hair

Alrighty! I didn't to get around to answering them but I read them and enjoyed seeing the entire process! Thank you for keeping me updated!

I also like drawing on paper and then transferring it over to my drawing app! I tend to like how my traditional art looks better! Anyways, Nana is very cute! I love their hair so much!! If you draw more of them I would love to see it! Also, your art is so cute!! You were talking about how embarrassed you were about it but I don't see anything to be embarrassed about, it looks so holdable and squishy! I love it!🩵🩵

Lol, I think Yani would try to be more quiet around her then but y'know still kind of a lot to handle, Yani does change to fit more what you like :3

I actually like the squares though! I often draw in composition books so I have the lines and stuff but I think its fine! If I'm doing more clean drawings and using markers and stuff that bleed through I draw in sketchbooks but if I'm just sketching then I do that everywhere(I have sketches on my wall, help) lol. But no I like the squares in your notebook! Sketchbooks are actually so boring unless your decorate them yourselves, all the fun and interesting stuff happens on the inside ^^ Notebooks have like built in backgrounds idk!

[inganikki]

Out of curiosity, why do you hate One Piece? I know that the character designs for the women Aren’t Great and Usopp also has some unfortunate design choices, but other than that I haven’t heard many major complaints about the show/manga. However, I haven’t watched/read one piece so all the info I have is secondhand

Ok so this is my subjective opinion as a person who used to be absolutely obsessed with One Piece as a child. I still read it when I find the energy to do so and I've read up to volume 100. The reasons I dislike OP now are

Oda's misogyny, part 1: As you said, women's designs are Not Great. They've gotten boobier and more and more sexually exaggerated as the series goes on imo. OP does have cool female characters and cool female character designs, but when Oda wants to draw a conventionally beautiful female character, he just draws variations of the same woman. When it comes to conventionally beautiful female characters, I also struggle to tell apart who is who because a lot of them have the same face (and same body) syndrome.

Oda's misogyny, part 2: A lot of this comes up in extra-textual materials such as the reader Q&A sections he does in the manga volumes. I don't have these volumes with me at hand so I'm only paraphrasing what I remember but he's said stuff about how he draws OP for boys first and foremost, and how female fans just don't "get it" the way male fans do. This honestly broke my heart as I was the biggest OP obsessive when I was in primary school. I loved OP as much as any boys, but my passion is diminished just because I'm a girl? I cannot respect someone who thinks like that. (and unfortunately a lot of male creatives in Japan have said stuff like that). There's also some gender-bend art he drew that was pretty insulting. Also the time he drew OP characters as old people where male characters got to look like proper grandpas while female characters weren't allowed to show age. It's all so boring.

Racism, part 1: Yes you're right about Usopp's design (I love him though...). Also Oda does a weird thing where whenever he draws coloured artworks, he paints all the characters' skin in the exact same orange-pink tone. No one in OP manga has dark skin afaik because everyone has the same skin tone. I've always found that strange, especially when characters have all sorts of different hair colours and design quirks, somehow skin tone is the one thing he refuses to diversity. The anime improves on this at least by giving different characters different skin tones.

Racism, part 2: I hate that they retconned Nico Robin to be light skinned in the anime. Give us our brown skinned Robin back. Fuck.

Homophobia and transphobia: The usage of the word "okama" is a controversial one and I'm not in a position to speak on it as I'm neither a gender non-conforming man nor a transgender woman, but I don't think it's appropriate to use it so much in a manga meant for children. I understand that some queer people in Japan do self identify as okama, and Oda uses "I have friends who are okama" as an excuse but I still think the liberal usage of okama in OP a bad idea. Also one time Sanji got stranded on an island called Kamabakka ("full of okama") Kingdom and the joke is that all these caricaturized ugly cross-dressing men (?) want Sanji and he is grossed out by them.

The art style. I used to love Oda's simple, cartoony art. And it got more and more complicated and maximalist and again, modern day OP gives me a headache because it's like everything is going on eveywhere (all the time). That's my personal taste of course. I just find it to be too much. Also this ties in with my previous point of "too many characters" - new OP characters look more and more grotesque and monstrous because Oda needs to introduce a character who looks distinguishable from all the thousands of characters that appeared before (unless this new character is a conventionally attractive woman, then she looks the same). I just think it's ugly… I don't like it.

I also think it has gone on for far too long. It's gotten so sprawling and complicated that I don't find it fun anymore. Too many characters and too much history to keep track of. Whenever I read a modern OP volume it kind of gives me a headache while I try to understand who is where and doing what for what reason. I'm not invested enough to pour in the energy needed to keep track of everything anymore.

Nationalism?: I find it kind of cringe whenever a Japanese artist wants to insert their own version of Japan into their fantasy work (eg. Hiizuru in Attack on Titan) because those Fantasy Japan countries tend to be portrayed as a cool awesome place where you will find many strong honorable people yay <3 and I'm like "okay, Narcissist". The Wano-kuni arc felt so self-congratulatory. It was a bit painful.

This one is just petty stuff that's entirely my taste thing again but even as a child I found some of Oda's writing traits to be cringe lmao. Some of these attack names are so dumb (Zoro's onigiri, I get that it's a pun, doesn't work for me lol), and how different characters have to have their own weird laughs. Also OP never got me invested enough in the character of Ace so the whole Enies Lobby arc just bored me and sapped a lot of the interest I still had in OP. I just don't care anymore.

You asked a simple question and I'm sorry I wrote a long ass post but like I said, I used to be a massive fan so I just have... a lot of Thoughts. Thanks for asking.

[dvzaiosamu]

Ao3 fanfic recommendations and name ideas por fanfics — bsd

Again, yes... I apologize. I swear I'm not doing more, I'll post in a future, so I don't bother yall with these so much.

It's the same as the other two parts! Only that I'm also giving fanfic name ideas for yall to make wonderful stories. If yall take some name ideas for fanfic, I'd want to take a look at them! Of course, I don't force any of you, but if some of you wish to, you can send me the link in my inbox.

FANFIC RECOMMENDATION.

Dark is the Night — [fyodor x reader]

Summary: Winter, 1942. Stalingrad is no longer a town but a hellscape of destruction. By day clouds of smoke rise from the rubble into the frigid sky, burning and blinding. When night arrives it falls scorching and howling, an inferno of cold. Slow victory is measured not by meters, city blocks or even buildings but by bodies.

Night arrives and you are not sleeping. Neither is he. In the gloom of the shelled warehouse basement, a long narrow room lit only by dimmed lanterns and the occasional meager campfire, his eyes find yours.

A stranger to the squad, but that’s not unusual in the chaos that is Stalingrad. His hair is not close-cropped but dark and lank, falling across a handsome, pale face in which odd magenta eyes glow. His clothing, too, is not standard-issue Red Army but tall soft boots and a dark, fur-trimmed cape. Again, nothing unusual. Here, men do what it takes to keep warm in the brutal conditions.

“Your hat,” he whispers across the narrow corridor from where you are propped on opposite sides, careful not to wake the sleeping soldiers that surround you. He touches his head, drawing your attention to the white ushanka you are wearing. “It looks very warm.”

Summer Watercolours — [fyolai]

Summary: Nikolai paints rocks and hides them around the beach, Fyodor visits during the summer and hates the heat but the colourful rocks catch his eye.

(Prequel to Summer Waves, another fanfic I wrote)

Summer Waves — [soukoku]

Summary: Osamu Dazai leaves for college but never forgets his beloved Chuuya Nakahara.

Prayers of Impermanence — [soukoku]

Summary: As a temple master, he has recieved a lot of strange requests over the years. This particular client is the strangest of them all. After all, why would anyone actually went to be haunted by ghosts?

[or: POV Outsider, Post-Beast. Chuuya wants to be haunted by Dazai's ghost]

If I called your name, would you even answer? — [soukoku]

Summary: After a year of dating and living together, Dazai feels deeply neglected when Chuuya starts spending more and more time away from him.

Could it be that Chuuya is bored of him? Has he found another partner? Or…is it something completely different?

A mask is sinking in the sea fog — [soukoku]

Summary: Cheap cigarettes burn in a blue fog, giving free rein to secrets and sincerity.

For You I'd Catch Every Cold — [fyolai]

Summary: Growing up in the cold winters of Ukraine, Nikolai was unfortunately good friends with the common cold. He absolutely hated getting sick but it was an unavoidable curse that came with living in the northern lands. Even after his chance meeting with the mysterious man known as Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the seasonal flu continued to plague his life. But perhaps it wasn’t as bad as he previously thought-

A sort of ‘through the years’ look at the relationship between Nikolai and Fyodor and their propensity to get sick.

Based on a lovely Tik-Tok by @fruit_chus!

FANFIC NAME IDEAS.

Ceasefire of Hostility.

Sin and Sinuous.

Hot Summer afternoon.

Taste of Heaven.

Death of the Horned Goose.

The Whispering Turnip.

The Mystery of Miss/Mr [character name].

Last Marigold.

Drown the Future.

Flavour of Death.

Prey of the Night.

Cheating will not help you out.

Rain of Iron.

Bite me, Kill me, but don't tell me you're leaving.

If I die, will you be at my grave?

Sing once more that song and I'll cry once again.

Greyed Morals.

It Almost Worked.

Pretty when you Cry.

I've lost myself.

This is how Mother raised me.

I throw up in her Bathroom, but she still Offers me a Drink.

I can't cry when my eyes are already Dry, can you?

Hunting Swirl of the Cirque.

Meat between Flowers.

Bloody Hands.

Silver Corpse.

The Love Empire has Fallen.

Used Knife.

The Twisted Daydream of his Paranoia.

That's all, I hope these fanfic name ideas could help any of you, if so, I would happily read them! You can use the tag dvzaiosamu's place for stories to show me your works!

[heavensheal]

DAY 07 — PERSONALITY.

so i! could not think of what to draw today... so i made a reference for a character i've been meaning to make one for anyway! and instead, i wrote something. here is the creature though; my writing is below him and the cut. Please read it i just spent an hour straight on it

the room is dimly lit; several small and scentless candles struggle to illuminate the canvas and small glass jars of paint on the floor. in the faint glow, a figure leans over it, paint brush resting in his hand just above the white surface. there is a small number of strokes present, diluted down to be faint and translucent, almost outlining and planning out what he'd paint today.

his scarlet eyes stare so intensely at the work that it could almost burn a whole through it, soon igniting the whole thing. the more he looks at it, the worse it seems to be, almost as if the brush strokes are performing a sick and twisted dance, mutilating themselves to become something horrific. depriving themselves of the beauty he so desperately wishes he could bless unto them. he hates it. He hates it. He hates it. He hates it. HE HATES IT.

it sees red. its vision is blurred, chest is tight and thoughts suddenly jumbled, it grimaces as it growls in pure anger and frustration.

the back end of its brush is suddenly stabbed through the canvas, and quickly thrown aside to make way for hands, clawing through the canvas, breaking the wood of the back as best it can. it throws the mangled thing at the wall, and allows several of the glass jars to join it. thinned paint splatters onto the surrounding area, the colors unknown to it.

its hands meet its head, nails digging into its flesh and suddenly clawing at an attempt to rip out silver strands of hair as it fights back frustrated screams.

... he missed when he could paint. when he could create vivid scenes, with all the colors he used to love working with. with that type of paint he loved so much, from that nice smeargle he used to know; didn't they make that paint themselves? the pigments of them were always so unique and lovely. they'd share art tips with him, and they'd show each other their most recent pieces excitedly. sometimes they'd have lunch together. he was happy then.

...

it doesn't remember the last it saw them. it never saw anybody it cared for again when it was taken. experimented on. forced to be this anger-fueled, wretched creature. to hate everything it used to enjoy. it can't even paint anymore. nothing is ever right. it's never perfect; in a way, that made sense to it. the artist itself is impure and imperfect, so such its creations must be as well. life imitates art, as the saying goes, but it can't help but feel it be a lie. art is beautiful. anything anybody can possibly want it to be, the truest free form of self-expression and peace. life is cruel. death is a certainty, and happiness is not guaranteed, as it seems that whatever higher being there must be much more enjoys the act of taking as opposed to giving.

... his head is pounding, face uncomfortably warm, with tears slowly dripping down it. at some point he'd gone still, arms wrapped around himself as a form of comfort and self-containment. the room has grown dark, one of his hands and sleeves is speckled with white wax, semi-hardened.

he moves his wax free arm to wipe his eyes. he doesn't remember when he started crying, and he guessed that at some point, a fist hit the floor, and the candles... where else could the wax on his other arm had came from? ... it's a miracle nothing caught on fire, even if they were just tea candles.

he huffs; he has to bother someone for help getting the paint and wax off the walls and floor, as well as clean up the scraps of canvas and glass later, but for now? ... he'd rather lay on the floor.

[manwalksintobar]

Ntozake Shange to Eisa Davis

          querida antigua eisa,

you almost got it-you really did ‘born of the blood of struggle’ we all were/ even if we don’t know it/ what if poetry isn’t enuf? whatchu gonna do then? paint     ? dance     ? put your back field in motion & wait for james brown to fall on his knees like it’s too much for him/ what? too much for james? yeah/ didn’t you ever see the sweat from his brow/ a libation of passion make a semi-circle fronta his body/ a half-moon of exertion washin’ away any hope he had of/ standin’ it/ can’t stand it & he falls to his knees and three jamesian niggahs in a stroll so sharp it hurts bring him a cape that shines likes the northern star/shinin' i say like you imagined the grease in the parts of yr hair or yr legs/or yr mother's face after rehearsal after she had you/ james falls to his knees cuz he “cain't take it"/he's pleadin’ please please please don't go we look to see who brought james brown to the floor / so weak/ we think/ so overwrought with the power of love that’s why poetry is enuf/ eisa/ it brings us to our knees & when we look up from our puddles of sweat/ the world's still right there & the children still have bruises tiny white satin caskets & their mothers weep like mary shda there is nothing more sacred than a glimpse of power of the universe it brought james brown to his knees lil anthony too/ even jackie wilson arrogant pretty muthafuckah he was/ dropped no knee pads in the face of the might we have to contend with/ & sometimes yng blk boys bleed to death face down on asphalt cuz fallin' to they knees was not cool/ the way to go/it ain't fallin' to our knees is a public admission a great big ol' scarlet letter that we cain't/ don't wanna escape  any feelin'/ any sensation of bein' alive can come right down on us/ & yes my tears & sweat may decorate the ground like a veve in haiti or a sand drawing in melbourne/ but in the swooning/ in the delirium/ of a felt life lies a poem to be proud of/ does it matter? can ya stand up, chile? the point is not to fall down & get up dustin' our bottoms/ i always hated it when folks said that to me/ the point eisa/ is to fall on your knees & let the joy of survivin' bring you to yr feet/ yr bottom's not dirty/ didn't even graze the earth/ no it's the stuff of livin' fully that makes the spirit of the poem let you show yr face again & again & again i usedta hide myself in jewelry or huge dark glasses big hats long pillowin' skirts/ anythin' to protect me/ from the gazes somebody'd see i'd lived a lil bit/ felt somethin' too terrible for casual      conversation & all this was obvious from lookin' in my eyes/ that's why i usedta read      poem after poem with my eyes shut/ quite a feat/ cept the memory'd take over &      leave my tequila bodyguard in a corner somewhere out the way of the pain in my eyes that simply came through my body/ they say my hands sculpt the air with words/ my face becomes the visage of a character's voice/ i don't know i left my craft to chance & fear someone wd see i care too much take me for a chump laugh & go home this is not what happened? is poetry enuf to man a picket line/ to answer to phones at the rape crisis center/ to shield women entering abortion clinics from      demons with crosses & illiterate signs defiling the horizon at dawn/ to keep our      children from believin' that they can buy hope with a pair of sneakers or another      nasty filter for        cheap glass pipe/ no/ no/ a million times no but poetry can bring those bleeding women & children outta time up close enuf for us to see feel ourselves there/ then the separations what makes me/ me & you/ you/// drops away & the truth that we      constantly avoid/ shut our eyes to/ hold our breath hopin' we won't be found out/ surfaces/ darlin'/ & we are all everyone of those dark & hurtin' places/ those dry bloodied memories are no less ours than the mornin/ yes the mournin' we may be honorable enuf to endure with our eyes open the coroner cannot simply bring her hand gently down our eyelids/      leavin' us to the silence of not life/ the solitude of the unreachable can ya stand up, 'chile? hands stretched out to touch again not so you can get up & conquer the world/ you did that when you cdnt raise yr head & yr body trembled so/ you scared yr mama that was when the poem took over & you gave you      back what you discovered you didn't haveta give up/ all that fullness of breath/ houdini in an emotional maze/ free at last but nobody can see how you did it/ 'how'd she get out'/ nobody'll know less you tell em/ do you really wanna write/ from twenty thousand leagues under a stranger's wailin? can you move gracefully randomly thru the landmines that are yr own angola/ hey, your bosnia! are you shamed sometimes there's no feelin' you can recognize in yr left leg? does the bleeding you'll do anyway offend you or can you make a sacred drawing like ana mendieta that will heal us all? do i believe in magic? hell yeah. shd you? i don't know. don't know how yr gonna find yr way out the maze/ ancient as it is no one can tell you the secret/ not me/ not aunt angela/ not yr mama beautiful as she is/ i usedta watch her legs cut thru space like a ninja in      ballet shoes/ i wanted to be tall & clear-eyed like yr mama/ & you come tellin'      me i cd beat you up in a school yard/ no my daddy wda bought the school yard & paid kids not to hurt me/ so what you see is not what you get i am not a poem/ i am savannah's mother/ savannah sat with her bottle      thru the children's class at stanze's once we moved to texas/ but i was always lookin’ for your mother's legs to come slicing the air/ ten years later/      2000 miles away/ed mock dead/ tower of power fallen/ sly stone disappeared/      oakland like the back of my hand/ now unknown/ "get it & feel good" i usedta      say sometimes still do/ diffrence is i cherish stupid lil things now/ did yr      mama tell you raymond asked our whole class after a bout with possessed drummers and gravity/ if we ever took our dance clothes off/ he could smell us comin'       cross the Bay Bridge/ he shouted & pranced like somekinda stallion/ like his sweat      didn't stink too/workin' in the other realm is dirty work/ makes us smell bad/      did yr mama tell ya? i know she didn't let ya believe makin' art was not a messy      business/ she cdn't have/ we were trained too well is poetry enuf, eisa? that's gonna be up to you? is poetry enuf for me? why do you think i wrote 'for colored girls' i wanted yall to come out from under yr starched pinafores & pressed      heads with some notion of dream & sanctity of spirit/ looks like some of it worked but remember i'm still writin' still dancin' fell on my knees so many times now/ i wrote rev. ike for a prayer cloth it's serious like that peaceful like that i sweat when i write/ do you?           the original aboriginal dancin' girl           love,           ntozake

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL AU(A Tale of Two Lambs/MLP Base Edit)

Hello Cultists! Here's a Small but Pretty Big Reveal Post i made just now to continue my Cult of The Lamb AU(as MLPBaseEdits) with This one being a pretty important fanart/story piece with Two Characters/Lamb OCs i made next to Lamberina & my Narilamb children whom are Lambert & Lamberina's Parents..

So To finally show on this blog for the 2nd time round(first time being my old FT of The Narilamb Family Tree) btw.

Anyways here is the finished fanart below with a whole storyline bio below it to explain how they met, got married and had their 2 baby calfs and sadly both died(being assinated by the bishops genocide of the lambs kind) and with Lambert & his Big Sis Lamberina(new name being Angelique Woolsteed legally changed in the Cult of Misfits(Angel's own cult with her BF being one of the Ex Witnesses of Anura being Zepar)

Here it is in all of it's MS Paint Glory! and yes i did the Background of The Forest of Old Faith myself on Paint(Feel free to like on how i did, feel i did a good job as a bg maker which i'm not used to but am getting the hang of it and liking it better) Anyways here is the full story bio below for Joseph(The Purple Male Lamb) and MaryAnn(The Grey Female Lamb whom has Freckles like Lambert & Dirty Blond Hair which Lamberina/Angelique currently has as her Dyed Mane)

"Once upon a Time in lands of the old faith there lived two lamb lovers named Joesph & MaryAnn Steelwool whom were already happily married as a young couple with them being possibly the last lambs alive during the lamb genocide ordered by the bishops.

Joseph and Mary both were horrified at the sight of their home of DarkWood(Originally Lambert's Birthplace) being destroyed in ruins with many huts burned by torches to the many families of lambs being killed and massacred in horrendous & tragic ways with Joseph and his wife escaping tremendously until.. the most hated bishop being Shamura asking his minions to kill the two lambs with mary leaving their twin babies Lambert & Angelique as orphans left on Ratau's doorstep as their new guardian with their parents being killed and taken into silk cradle by shamura & his sibs to be kept as prizes to their completed massacre.

so now 1000 yrs later in present day Lambert & his Older Sister both have thrived in their own cults with Lambert still missing their deceased parents and honoring them in memory with Angelique doing the same.

and that's the whole story of their Parents and their tragic deaths.. and i bet your noticing a pattern with Shamura here and his "Wrath Tendencies of Killing Species with Both Lambert's own Kind and his Currently Beloved Wife Samantha Bloodsucker's own kind being extinct aswell. so the next chapter for them both Avenging their Species by Reproducing New Life for them both with Samantha agreeing to help her Husband's sadness and grief while Lady D's Species of Axolotls and M3gan's Species of Nightwolves are still existing(but their own Biological Families have been deceased for years)

and that's all i'll post for now with Lambert's Parents which this Fanart is the Last Time i'll draw them and will continue to draw the Backstories of The 6 Spouses(Sammi, Lady D, M3gan, Lucos, Ruri, Toots & Giselle) aka The Spouse Squad very soon with Samantha's being a Whole Webcomic for her and her rival Shamura(being a Betrayed Father Figure type storyline) to the rest being different genres with different topics on how and why they ended up despising the 4 bishops in order : for Sammi (it's a Cozy but Dark Domestic Abuse Storyline) for Lady Dimmi(it's a Noir but Mysterious Love Story) for M3gan(it's a Thriller/Horror Sstoryline) for Lucos(It's a Humorous but Unlikeable Storyline) for Ruri(It's a Fantasy Storyline) for Toots(it's a Musical Storyline) and finally for Giselle(It's a Fairytale Self Discovery Storyline) so as you see all 6 spouses related to marrying Lambert(minus Narinder, The Bishops since it's explainable already in-game aka Our Choices) will include their own Genre like a Movie, Book, Series or even Video Game as their Backstory(ies)

Just wanted to update my blog since on DA i'm taking a break for now until maybe Nov-Dec since i won't be so busy during the holiday seasons or maybe i will who knows.. also about The Spouse Squad Webcomics and when they'll be coming well it'll be pretty soon since Samantha's is First!(hence her being the oldest spouse in game for me!) and since i found a bunch of nice bases to use which the very first part will be released on Oct 4th to be exact!

Hope you all liked this post, have a good weekend bye!