#SPECIALLY WITH THE PROJECT VERSE

[barisistill]

that line in "Tuesday's Child is Full of Grace" where a lady thought that sonny was catalina's stepdad..also if you're still accepting fic request: rafael and sonny learning each other's heritage (bonus scene of cata hanging out with either grandparents) OR some kid giving catalina a hard time bc she has 2 dads (trans!sonny if you want to add more layers to it). anyways im so invested in your fics ackkk especially the domestic family ones

Catalina Barba-Carisi makes her family tree for a school project.

When hate speaks through a child, love answers with a well-aimed right hook. (AKA Catalina Barba-Carisi punches her classmate in the face)

[cavemantrivia]

A non canon Halloween Special! Happy Spooky Day and enjoy a non Arkham themed page to be covered!

Chronicles of Oracle is a fan project based on DC Comics. Characters mentioned and featured belong to DC Comics.

The subject of this page belongs to Patrick McHale and Katie Krentz.

The voice of Oracle was CavemanTrivia

[littleiggydog]

Finally saw Across the Spider-Verse so I can belatedly join in the spidersona fun. This poor universe has a disaster of a spider looking out for them in between animation deadlines.

[welcometogrouchland]

I also want to make it very clear that the spider-verse franchise has made miles one of the dearest characters ever to me. All of the spidermen in the movie are great. But despite all our differences in bg and identity Miles' story speaks to me like very little else does (w/ some rare exceptions I keep very close to my heart). I'm not really coherent enough to provide sophisticated analysis rn but just know that he is my everything and I adore him so so much

[dinomites]

"... well that looks normal." Just delivery boy things.

[art]

Meet the Artist: @erindrawsstuff

Hi, I’m Erin, and I draw stuff! I’m an illustrator and 2D animator based in Austin, Texas (yee-haw). I’ve been in and out of the animation/entertainment industry for about 3 years, working many different roles like character designer for Rooster Teeth, animator for The Daytripper (a Texas-based PBS special), and character and prop designer for Lowbrow Studios (Adam Ruins Everything, etc.). Most of my work is now in personal projects like my webcomic “SUBSIX” (I promise I’m coming back to it!) and working with friends and colleagues within indie spaces, all while working my day job and returning to school for a degree in 3D animation! Most of my inspiration can likely be traced back to my cringe anime roots and the more obscure 2D animated movies from Disney while looking to new inspirations like Into the Spider-verse and Delicious in Dungeon. I think my main goal has been to create compelling stories with enticing characters while trying to navigate the complexities of life and the people in it (both in the media I create and irl). In the meantime, I explore this through reading works like The Locked Tomb, listening to Philosophy Tube, playing disaster lesbians in our DnD campaign of nearly 4 years, playing video games that make me cry and question things, and challenging myself to grow and improve in all aspects. I hope someday I’m able to return to being a full-time artist, but for now, I’m rediscovering why I create and how to maintain a reasonable work/life balance. I’m truly grateful that people enjoy my work, regardless of how big or small my following is or becomes in the future. I hope one day I’m able to be an inspiration to someone as many have for me! Thank you for this opportunity to introduce myself!

Nice to meet you, Erin! Below are some pieces they have shared with you all.

Check out more of Erin's work over at their Tumblr, @erindrawsstuff!

[deisbookofdemons]

((Other exes added. Put them on the verses page since the other exes are there. Feel free to yeet questions or whatever their way.))

[miley1442111]

Hi sorry to bother you but can you make a spencer reid x reader with the mute!reader and he helping her with everything.

Thank you so much sorry to bother you.

this is so cute! I did some research but I am nowhere near well-versed enough to know everything so please someone tell me if i've made a mistake !!!

mutism- s.reid

a/n: intended for fem reader, but as always imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: how you and spencer met, the first time spencer heard you speak, and a look into your life together :)

pairing: spencer reid x mute! reader

warnings: none

You were mute. You knew sign language and could talk to specific people on very specific occasions. You’d had it since you were diagnosed at 4 years old and it truthfully wasn’t the end of the world, but it did suck to not have had a date at the age of 22. Not that you weren’t beautiful, not that people hadn’t tried, you just… didn’t speak. 

But, CalTech was amazing, you were a biology student and you loved it. You could just lock in, ignoring the world around you and spend time in the lab for hours on end. Though, you couldn’t exactly investigate the growth rate of organisms in a crowded college bar. 

“I’m getting another drink!” Your very drunk friend shouted over the voices in the bar. You nodded your head, staring down at your half-empty drink as you sighed. You wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here, at this stupid bar. Your friend, Maria, was a party-animal. You two had been dorm mates for the last 3 years and she had started learning sign language from the first week. She’d brought you into her friend group, allowing you a group of about 7 girls who all had your back. 

Well, they usually had your back, just not while they were all drunk and hooking up with their partners in the bathrooms or in their dorms, which is what all of them were doing right now. 

A tall and lanky boy sat beside you on your left and your body went rigid, silently begging him to not try and talk to you. 

“Spencer, come on!” One of his rowdy friends shouted. Spencer. Spencer was very cute. He had long-enough hair, brown trousers with a tie and shirt on. He looked far too overdressed for a simple college bar and you smiled. 

He was more than cute, he was gorgeous. You were shocked you’d never seen him modelling.

“No, I’m tired,” he laughed at his friend. “Go dance without me!” His friend gave up, walking off to a group of equally lanky and nerdy boys, all attempting to dance. 

Another man sat on your right, the seat where Maria had sat and you were instantly filled with anxiety again. Maria was nowhere to be seen and there were two men beside you, either of them could easily start trying to talk to you and what would you do? Just write it down on a napkin? On your phone? 

You hadn’t had this problem in a very long time. 

“So, you come here often?” The guy on your right asked, a soft smile on his face. He seemed to be the typical frat boy, kind of asshole-y but nicer than others you’d met. You tried to ignore him, pulling out your phone and texting Maria, saying you were going home instead of staying out longer, but he persisted. “What’s your name?”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spencer had been attempting to make conversation with you all year. He knew you were the smartest in your class, since he and your professor were friends and he often read over your papers. He thought you had the most beautiful mind, he didn’t even care what you looked like, he just wanted to know you. 

But, he had found out what you looked like from your photo online and he fell harder. You were gorgeous, smart, and interesting. He also knew you were mute. Back in your first year at college most people had just assumed that you were rude or too prideful to speak to certain people, and that you were getting special treatment from teachers by them letting you not present your projects. This meant your facilitators had to make an announcement to most of your classes, explaining why you didn’t speak. He saw your face one day as your professor explained to the class that you were mute, you looked so embarrassed and ashamed and he felt his heartbreak. He'd been embarrassed of his intelligence his whole life (but trust me, he knew that these were VERY different things) and he felt an uncertain connection to you. 

“She’s my girlfriend,” he tried to sound intimidating to the guy but he knew he wasn’t exactly a beefy 6 '2 frat boy.

The frat boy got the message. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You felt sick, Spencer was speaking for you and all of it could’ve gone to shit if that frat boy hadn’t gotten the hint. You quickly got up, looked at Spencer and signed ‘thank you’ and practically ran through the door, just wanting to get back to your dorm, 

“Umm, wait!” Spencer followed you out to the car park and you turned to face him, feeling hot under his gaze despite the cold, dark night around you both. “I’m S-Spencer, sorry if that was really weird but I wanted him to l-leave you alone, I-I know who you are a-and… yeah.”

He knew who you were? You looked at him confused. 

“Professor Monk! I help with his corrections sometimes, I’ve read your papers, they’re really good,” he smiled. “C-can I get your number or something?” Something like panic flashed over his features, clearly shocked at his own words. 

You took out your phone and wrote out “I seriously doubt I’d be much fun, I don’t talk,” you showed it to him, and he chuckled. 

“I know sign language,” He smiled and your heart swelled. You didn’t know it now, but on your wedding day, he would admit that it was a very big lie. 

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it over, you punched in your number and that was the start of your beautiful love story. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Through your life together, Spencer was always there for you, there to calm you down, speak for you, be there for you, and to love you.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first night he heard you speak was a year and half into your relationship, it was purely accidental on your part, genuinely comfortable enough to just speak and you did. 

“You’re so funny,” you quietly said between his and your own laughter. His own smile grew, while your face heated. 

“You spoke,” he observed, holding you from behind, his taller figure engulfing yours. “You have a nice voice.”

You whispered a meek “thank you” and he could’ve sworn that his heart grew three sizes. He didn’t want to push you, he just kissed you on the cheek and continued on with his cooking while he internally freaked out. Despite being together so long, you still found ways to fluster and surprise him. The majority of the time, he spent feeling like a schoolboy with how smitten he was with you. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

So, you knew Spencer would always have your back, always love you, and always care.

He promised you so on your wedding day.

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------

criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, marvel, top gun, obx+)

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | teen | 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | @steddielovemonth prompt love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)

Steve came to slowly, like swimming through molasses, his mind caught somewhere between dreaming and being awake. In his dream, he had been lying in the sun, his head cushioned in Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers running through his hair, humming a soft melody Steve had never heard before.

Slowly, the melody changes to the sound of soft snoring, and the soft thing under his head isn't Eddie's lap, it's his chest, gently rising and falling with each snore. Steve presses his smile into the warm skin beneath him at the thought of Eddie's face when he tells him he snores.

Some things are worth waiting for, though, and he knows the perfect moment to reveal this particular piece of information will come.

He has no idea what time it is. Judging by the morning light filtering into the room, it's just after sunrise, the sun's rays piercing through the blinds and casting a warm, golden glow that gradually fills Steve's hotel room.

Moving as carefully as he can, he cranes his neck to check the aged alarm clock on the bedside table. It tells him that he was right, it's 7:58 a.m., and the sun has risen just minutes before him. The light filtering in is soft and diffused, making the colors seem muted yet rich, with shades of pale orange, pink, and yellow dancing across the surfaces. Long shadows stretch out elegantly, accentuating the contours of furniture and objects in the room.

It's Steve's favorite time of day. There's a sense of quiet serenity in this early morning moment as the world slowly awakens. It offers a brief respite before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.

These days, early mornings hold an even more special place in his heart because it's the only time of day he can just look at Eddie.

Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie is like a hummingbird, always moving until all his energy is used up and he falls into a deep slumber that almost looks like he's dead to the world. It allows Steve to soak him up undisturbed and unabashed. His fingers carefully exploring the hills and valleys of hard muscle and soft flesh, he can drink in the swirling ink on Eddie's pale skin.

It's such a stark contrast from the rest of the day.

Eddie often seems driven. By the perceived expectations of others, by his own fears of falling short. By his own demons, which Steve has only glimpsed. But as the darkness of the night gives way to a new day, Eddie looks at ease.

It's probably too soon to think, but Steve hopes it's because he's now sharing Eddie's bed. That Eddie feels safe with him, safe enough to let go of all the things that plague his beautiful but sometimes overwhelmingly loud mind.

That's why it pains Steve to be the one to wake Eddie from his peaceful slumber and bring him back to reality. But they have a sound check at 9:15 because the venue has had some problems lately and they need to make sure everything goes off without a hitch tonight. This whole tour means too much to them, to Eddie, for it not to be perfect.

Pressing a gentle kiss just above where Steve can feel the steady beating of Eddie's heart, he softly calls Eddie's name. Not surprisingly, nothing happens, so another kiss follows the first, this time on Eddie's collarbone.

"Eddie, c'mon," he tries again, this time closer to Eddie's ear, eliciting a soft murmur. "We have to get up, the soundcheck -"

"Mm, they can check the sound without us," his - Eddie's - voice comes in a slightly drawn out tone. "Don't wanna get up."

Eddie, obviously not fully awake yet, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in Steve's hair.

"I know, ba-" Steve stumbles over the pet names that want to come out more and more now that they're so much closer than when he first started touring with Corroded Coffin. "I know. But we can grab a big coffee with enough sugar in it to put an elephant into a sugar coma, and when the check is done, we can come back to the hotel and sneak into your room and I can make it worth your while."

Steve's tone is low, almost a purr, as he says this. The others don't know about them yet, although Steve thinks that at least Robin and Chrissy have their suspicions. And Jeff has been watching them more closely as well. He's sure that they'll tell them soon, but first they want to enjoy getting to know each other this way, without their friends getting involved.

"Five more minutes and I will make it worth your while. Whaddya say, big boy?"

Before Steve can answer, most likely telling Eddie no, we're going to be late and how are you going to explain that to the others, Eddie rolls them both over until Steve lands on his back with a soft umph. Above him, Eddie is smiling down at him, suddenly much more awake than seconds before.

"Hi," he says, nudging Steve's nose with his own.

Steve doesn't even try to fight the dopey smile, even as he rolls his eyes at Eddie trying to get what he wants by playing dirty. It's so Eddie, just like the wolfish grin on his face.

"I'll make this the best five minutes of your life, Harrington. Scout's honor."

Steve snorts. "Scout's honor? I doubt you ever talked to a scout in your life."

"Oh yeah. In fact, I'm sleeping with one. And I'm about to kiss one before I rock his world."

"See, that's where you're wrong."

"Is that so?"

This makes Steve laugh out loud. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," Eddie replies, then hesitates as his choice of words seems to register with him.

Before the moment between them ends in awkwardness, Steve leans in to kiss Eddie on the nose. "How did you know I was a Boy Scout?"

Steve's distraction works, and the worry in Eddie's eyes is replaced by mischief. "Just a guess, but good to know."

"Ass."

"I have it on good authority that you like my ass," Eddie teases, and Steve has to agree. He really does. As much as he likes everything else about Eddie. How much is becoming a problem.

Instead of saying any of these things, Steve looks over at the alarm clock, which now reads 08:04. He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. "I think your five minutes are up, and I have to say, not the world-rocking I was expecting, Munson."

"Oh you..." Eddie growls before swooping in to capture Steve's lips in a deep kiss. It turns into another, and another, the dim light in the room growing brighter around them as they become lost in each other.

Eddie makes it to sound check just in time, while Steve is ten minutes late, carrying five cups of coffee. He hopes no one notices the bright grin Eddie flashes with the first sip of his overtly sweet coffee, or the wink he gives Steve.

A promise is a promise, and Steve intends to keep them all when it comes to Eddie.

[missholloween]

Gift of the magi is mostly from Della's point of view, and we don't spend much time with Jim except their first scene together, "my hair/my watch" and the last scene of their story. The show itself plays with this expectation in "What did you do", where we see a really mean Jim that has nothing to do with the guy we've seen happily singing "christmas eve" some minutes ago and Della herself admiting that he won't do that.

But then we reach Jim and Della's reunion after she's cut her hair. The narrator is right by saying he has a strange expression that is hard to read, as Curt is conveying so many emotions at the same time: we see confusion, sadness, some dissapointment and a slight regret just by one look. Jim takes some time to talk, which makes Della even more anxious than she was. This rubs into the spectator too, doubting Della's words and afraid of what Jim is going to say. But then he says, with the brightest smile in the world "You're more beautiful than ever". And that's the best summary one could do of who Jim is.

I really love how Jim is written (and acted!) because of how this scene is played. During the whole gift exchange, his only goal is to make Della happy and comfort her after what she has given. And when Jim realizes what they have done, the first thing he does is be closer to her, ask her to spend time with him. I reallly like that Curt and Janaya hug during Clark's verse, and that they include a close up of them in the pro-shot. Jim and Della deserve a quiet moment to display their affection, but it is also a really realistic portrayal of these kind of conflics and affection. This joined to the switch of gifts at the ends just wrappes one of my favorite Starkid stories period.

The sincerity and heart of this story, as well as the other two, is one of the things that make VHSCCs such a special project. It's just so earnest and you can see how everyone (especial shoutout to Curt and Janaya for their performance) loves the story just as much as we do and understands their importance. Thank you Clark Baxtresser for such a wonderful show <3

[glitter-stained]

Things I would love put in a Robin lives series:

> Jason struggling to be taken care of during the physical recovery period (that boy claimed he was "his own man" because he was taking care of his sick mom as a preteen on his own, I can't see him feel great about spending a long time in bed with so many broken bones)

> Jason insisting to have a relationship with Sheila, sneaking away to try and see her and not understanding why Bruce doesn't want him to, and Bruce being torn between projecting on Jason in a "i would give anything to see my mom again" way but also wanting to protect him

> Jason going to meet Eddie irl and then making a friends and getting his own team (Eddie, Rose Mia and Jason as founding members, probably more to join later!)

> physically disabled Robin? Physically disabled Robin :) i'd give him fibrosis but i'm open to suggestions!

> accurate depictions of cptsd in a fifteen years old+ the struggle of going to the therapy when you're a vigilant with so many secrets that DOESN'T end in his dad fucking marrying his therapist

> Jason and Dick being brothers (mostly that's just me loving them together in that era tbh). Love Dick teaching Jason stuff line tasting the blood on the crime scene and equally unhinged shit

> detective plotlines where it's like "oh no the riddler has trapped batman and robin in an espionage themed escape room!"

> christmas specials!

> halloween specials (i do like the idea of scarecrow toxin interacting with ptsd that's awesome). Also I can picture a scene of Jason trying to carve up a pumpkin and it being uneven because his hand his shaking and nabbing his hand and hiding the cut because he's ashamed ^^

> Titan and Jaybin team (name pending) team up!!!

> So many shenanigans

> if I had only little space like in Robin Lives from the Vault, I would end the mini series with Jason meeting the rest of the team (not yet a team), opening it up for later series of adventures with this new team of superheroes in that verse

> if I were dc, I would joint publish that stuff, as in every time mainline!jason eats shit in a particularly brutal manner (right after his death in tfz, Ethiopia 2.0, gotham wars etc.) i would publish a mini of Jaybin having fun adventures in the universe that could have been if he had survived, just to twist the knife

[mirrology]

— Rowdy .ᐟ ☆

୨୧ rowdy: ( noun) a noisy and disorderly person. (adjective) noisy and disorderly.

Ft. boothill, gender neutral reader. platonic. Wc: 722

Content: short bit of hc's and a small fic at the end, readers age is not specified, boothill being a little shit, he cares abt u tho, typical sibling shenanigans, sibling bonding, cursing, boothill may be ooc.

A/n: first ever platonic boothill fic /j, also this is kinda lazy but whatever.

He would definitely be one of those annoying brothers that come into your room just to look at you, then leave without closing the door.

but he genuinely cares about you and your safety considering his job as a galaxy ranger.

Boothill also definitely calls you runt, squirt, & kid no matter how old you are or no matter how much you complain.

Frequently ruffles your hair as a sign of affection, although this ends in bickering when you do your hair before it.

Definitely can't cook for shit, every time he tries to make something for you out of the kindness of his heart, he absolutely wrecks it.

It ends up burnt and inedible, and a purple aura around in a cartoonish fashion. and oh, the poor kitchen, you can't count how many times you've had to fix something. it has gone through a lot.

The two of you have sleepovers where you do skincare, watch movies and gossip about anything and everything.

you would think that Boothill is more of a horror movie and/or action movies type guy but he has a soft spot for sappy romance movies and the saddest films possible.

and if you feel like it, both of you talk about your love life.

Trains you by sparring in hand-to-hand combat, he usually wins the sparring, but you've gotten close to beating him.

After your training session you flop on the floor like a dead fish and beg him to carry you back inside, he obliges but not before teasing you for falling to the ground.

he picks you up in a princess carry or in a piggy back ride.

Boothill gives you things at the most random times, "oh but it's not a holiday or anything special today!" you can say but he won't care. accept his gift.

If you just as much glance at something in a store for 1 millisecond you'll find said thing in a gift bag with a little note, handwritten by him.

Since he's part robot he can't drink water or even touch it or he will malfunction, even though he's made to sustain the harsh weather of the desert and attacks from the criminals he hunts down.

so if he's being stubborn and does go through with touching water, you're the one who (quite literally) brings him back to life.

and because of this you've become well-versed in technology. you constantly fix anything that is wrong, such as a jammed finger. Although can't seem to get rid of that swear filter that he's unfortunately stuck with.

Overall Boothill is a very fun elder brother who wants to keep you safe.

You woke up to the feeling of being moved from your spot on your desk. you had been working on one of your tech projects, spending hours on end tinkering away in your room. You cracked one eye open, sleep pulling at your eyes, wanting them to close one more. You were met with the familiar face of your brother above you. then you registered the feeling of his hand on your back and underneath your knees.

Boothill noticed your sleepy gaze on him, and he smiled cheekily, "Heya, runt. I see ya' woke up" he chuckled in amusement at your disheveled appearance. He laid you down on your bed and placed the covers over your body, you immediately sank into your mattress and the soft feeling of the blanket on top of you was making you sleepier.

"Jeez, how long have ya' been up?" His smile dropped a little as he noticed a faint outline of dark circles underneath your eyes. "dunno..." you slurred out and turned to your side, facing him. "Hey, big bro?" you quietly said, Boothill raised an eyebrow "yea?" he asked.

You softly grinned, "Love ya'" you said, then suddenly being interrupted by a yawn. there was silence as your eyes drooped and eventually closed as you fell into a deep slumber.

Boothill stared at your sleeping face, it wasn't exactly surprising that you had said that you loved him. It was just that you didn't say it often, it wasn't that you didn't want to. Boothill's schedule is almost always full, so spending time with him can be hard. A rare soft smile graced his features and he reached over to caress your head.

"I love ya' too, kid." He whispered.

[electricscreaming]

Project Moon OC Ask Game

a total of 60 questions: 15 general questions, 15 project moon verse centered, 15 centered on nuggets from lobotomy corporation & library of ruina, and 15 centered on sinner ocs. many of them were sourced and adapted from the limbus oc server!

General

🏠 — What is the place they call home?

🌅 — What are they most proud of?

🌃 — What do they wish they could forget about?

🩸 — Do they have any scars? What do they think of them?

🖋️ — Are there any recurring motifs in their story?

🙏 — If they were a deity, what would be their domain?

👻 — What situations do they most fear happening? How realistic are these fears?

🕸️ — Do they have any triggers or phobias? Which ones?

💀 — What secrets are they trying to hide? How successful are they in this?

🚪 — Is there something they don't wish to admit to themselves? What is it?

🔭 — What job did they dream about having as a kid? Did they reach that goal? Why or why not?

🪀 — What were they like as a kid?

🧷 — What type of clothes do they prefer the most? Do they wear it often?

🍲 — What would they bring to a potluck?

📚 — Are they inspired by any preexisting works?

General Project Moon

💾 — What faction are they affiliated with? If not pre-existing, what's its specialization?

👾 — Do they love the city they live in?

🏚️ — Do they prefer the Nests or the Backstreets?

🗺️ — If they could choose, in what District would they live?

💭 —If they could change only one thing about the City, what would it be?

🗄️ — What Association(s) would they (or do they) affiliate with? What about Fingers?

🤖 — If they have no prosthetics, what kind of prosthetics would they get? If they do have prosthetics, what are their thoughts about them?

🍎 — What would their Distortion look like?

🌈 — What would be their title if they were a Color Fixer?

⚖️ — Do they believe in the "that is that, and this is this" way of thinking? What led them to believe it or not?

🌧️ — What would their worst possible end be like?

☀️ — What would their happiest end be like?

🚨 — What Abnormalities would they most resonate with? Whether they relate to them, share themes, or simply match each other!

🏔️ — Do they have any particular thoughts about the Outskirts?

🧳 — Do they have any items that would persist with them in every universe?

Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina

🚏 — What was their life like before getting hired? How did they get into the Corporation?

👔 — What floor do they work in? Did they work on any others before?

🔮 — What role(s) did they play at their facility?

📀 — What is their relationship with their Sephirot/Patron Librarian like?

📈 — What's their relationship with the rest of their team like?

🐦‍⬛ — What do they think of Angela? Do they know her personally?

📋 — Would they attend Hod's consultations? What would they talk about?

🪢— What type of Work they do best in; what do they specialize in when fighting?

✍️ — For Librarians, what do they think about turning people into books?

🎭 — Do they have any EGO gifts or battle symbols? Which ones?

🪶 — What Abnormality(ies) did they work the most with? Do they have a favorite? What about least favorite?

🧬 — What would their reaction be to discovering how Abnormalities are made?

💥 — What are they like when panicking?

🌱 — What was, or would be their reaction to the execution of the Seed of Light?

⏳ — If they could go back in time with this knowledge, would they still join the corporation?

Sinner OCs

💼 — Why did they accept to join the company, or seek it out in the first place?

🪞 — What are their opinions on their Identities and Mirror technology in general?

✏️ — How do they write their observation logs? Do they have any notable quirks in their writing?

⛓️ — How does their base EGO manifest? What does the room in it look like?

⚔️ — What's their weapon's name? Why did you choose it?

🛡�� — What's their base EGO's name? Why did you choose it?

🎨 — Do they have a signature color? What's its name and why was it picked?

📱 — Do they have a signature emoji? Which one, and why was it picked?

🌀 — Do they have a logo? What's it like and what does it mean?

⚓ — What would be their season EGO?

💪 — What kind of role their IDs end up having most often? (Tanking, debuffing...)

🌐 — What aspects of their story are consistent across every Mirror World?

🩹 — After their Canto, are they doing better or worse?

🚌 — Are they in the Bus branch or in another one? What are their thoughts on it, and do they wish they worked elsewhere?

👥 — Who are their most and least favorites out of the canon Sinners?

[srbachchan]

DAY 6027

Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 18, 2024 Sun 11:04 pm

Birthday - EF - Jaishree Sharad Monday, 19 August .. to the enterprising hard working Jaishree .. and our wishes for greater glory .. ❤️❤️🌺

Many felt that the Sunday meets have not been projected on the Blog .. but I feel your love is all that needs to be recorded - in my heart !

Nothing more ..

But then , when I have ever not followed the Ef suggestions and corrections and wants .. some could not happen, yes .. the show for KALKI .. and the clothes for charity .. but it will and shall .. soon ..

and some from the work environ ..

.. and whenever there is a need and a time to spend by the self , it has always been with the thoughts of Babuji ..

As I read the Tulsidas Ramayan each day , I find little jottings in pencil on the verses and words and expressions , by him .. they are not entirely legible, but they must have reason to be there , and the reason could well be his notes from the Ramayan when he must have been doing the translation of the Geeta into the language and graph of this epic , the Jan Geeta ..

This is only a thought .. it could have been more .. and in time I shall find out what these markings were and why ..

So the day ends with Babuji and his letters to the many that linked with him and his ritual of responding to each one in his own hand writing .. and the questions asked and the responses given on his body of work, giving reason for the purpose of each poem or the prose or the thesis that he wrote and also the translations of great works of his time and others .. Shakespeare, WB Yeats et al, including some of the works of prominent Russian Poets ..

So I muse and search .. and find great philosophy and words of immense meaning ..

" my poetry is the poetry of those that have struggled with life .. my readers know me thus .. those who do not know me thus , they do not know me ..

when did I ever say that I have come to give the ultimate truth of life .. if I can give just one truth of life i would consider myself blessed .."

" what can I give to society ..?? 😁 today , what is most prominent is the desire to give , without having , without achieving .. when you have, if you achieve, if you become something , if you be something .. then the problem of giving shall never be there .."

" who are the poets that have impressed me ? .. let my readers see, tell and prove .. if there is not a need to do all this research, then read my poetry, if you can, and derive pleasure from it, .. to be impressed by someone depends on your own kshmta क्षमता,.. your own capacity .. to have read heard someone and not be impressed , then there must be a reason of it - either a shortcoming in them, or a shortcoming in me ..

I am not too conversant with modern American Poetry, my knowledge of it has been almost negligible ..

My birthday happens on the 27th of November .. but how is that such a special day that it should be celebrated ..

the poet Iqbal has said :

'many a poet is born after his death '

I remember .. because I do 🙏

Amitabh Bachchan

[kanhotep]

Spoiler Warning for the new Helluvaboss Episode

The more I think about the episode and listen to this absolute epic song, the more awed I am.

Like, first of all, we were all so worried about Vassago and he is such a sublime diva, I love him.

But what really broke me (besides the obvious) was Satan calling Lucifer "The Golden Angel". Yes, he was bullshitting about his place in Hell's hierarchy but that makes it even more special: Lucifer has many names, the fallen angel, the snake of the garden, the devil and such are surely ones he despises for they remind him of what he believes to be his biggest mistake and consequently of his greatest pain but they are what most off hell would know him as.

He has been called these things for 10 000 years.

The Morningstar or Samael (if Lucifer in the Hellaverse is the prince of heaven Samael and I would think so) might seem better choices at first as these are the names he had been called in heaven but that would simply make them more painful.

But Satan doesn't call him any of these.

He calls him the golden angel.

Because even after all these years, that's what Satan sees in him. The angel. The light. It's not a name, to him it is a fact.

There is so much to unpack there alone and that was just one verse in this masterpiece of a song!

Speaking of the song, can we please all appreciate that Vivzipop gave us the opportunity to have a fucking villain song sung by a protagonist?! Aka, everyone's absolute dream!

And oh boy, did Bryce Pinkham deliver.

He did such an amazing job that at first I didn't even realize how bad the lyrics was.

"Does he deserve the flame?" - What flame, he was just about to be beheaded dude, you just used that because you needed a rhyme with blame.

"Scheming more mastermindery" - Bro, what ?

"Could master the disaster" - You can barely master the disaster xD

All in all, it seems very rough.

But the moment Stolas opens this, what pocket dimension ?, and he and Blitz sing about their true thoughts and feelings, all of that changes and we come back to the heartfelt beautiful lyrics we are used to.

Meaning, that this entire performance wasn't one of hell's spontaneous musical numbers that just happen, like Ozzie's and Fizz's parts in House of Asmodeus or "When I see him", where the music and words just come to the characters. It turned into one, but didn't start out like that.

No. This was Stolas, showing up, stopping an execution with probably only half an idea of what exactly Blitz has been accused of and deciding that the best way to save this idiot's life is to bullshit his way through a song he's coming up with on the spot.

Probably in order to ensure that that arrogant peacock wouldn't interrupt him because a) dude probably can't sing and b) of the sheer absurdity of the situation.

(Bonus points if Stolas also thought about how that was probably not even the most dramatic soap opera acting they'd seen that day considering who was obviously leading the show on the Goetias side. But I don't want to give the bird to much credit, we know him to well for that. I love him, but he's a himbo.)

Anyway, I just really needed to say all of this because my brain is in overdrive.

I'm also itching to start drawing a short tragic comic about what would've happened if Stolas had come to late but I try to stop myself because, one, at this point I don't know how much more my soul can take and two, I am in the middle of another Hellaverse Project I should really finish first 😅

[13leaguestories]

April 2024 Monthly Forecast

Ahh, I am still going strong on the monthly forecasts! 20 bucks say I will not be doing one next month. I know my inconsistent ass well enough to know that I just jinxed myself into actually putting one next month though.

Reverse-Verse-Reverse Psychology. You're welcome.

Moving on, March was productive.

Superstition

Alright, if you were following along on Tumblr asks then you may know that some shit has shifted. Superstition S1 is going to be updated to 4.0 due to two major reasons I'll list below.

If I don't bring Superstition up to date with my current style then it's going to die. I can already tell. It's my oldest ongoing project and the fact that it's ongoing means that it's in this weird in-between state. If any of you mf'ers say "then hurry up and finish it" I will do nothing but stare at you in disappointment. K, glad we can get past that.

To bring it up to date, it needs to match with some of my current visions of where the story has gone. S1 doesn't represent that well. S2 does but not 100% and S3 is pretty fine.

4.0 will be me fixing bugs, and introducing new ones *jazz hands*. Implementing the way I do relationships now: Disposition System + Loyalty. Tweaking variables and stats. Editing some of the story to better fit the current vision and hope to remove blaring plot holes. And anything else I feel is needed but don't want to vocally talk about.

This is why the guides were taken down completely. They were already out-dated but now they'll be even more outdated. They will make a return, my lovely friend Neri has volunteered to do it. She is also the one who handles the ToA Guide so a special thanks to her.

Throne of Ashes

Nothing much has changed here.

Sea of Stars

I just completed C5 and dabbled a little into Ch6. This is where my main focus of March was. The current word count is sitting at 156k. And my fingers have told me that I can gladly go and fuck myself.