#backstory lore

[marine-indie-gal]

Just some Random Doodles of Bolok's Childhood Life.

I've been somewhat in a slow burnout since I haven't figured much on what to do with my Other OCs but since I created my own personal Family Lore for Lucien based on the Game's Deleted Wiki, I'd figure that maybe I might show some more of his own Lore seeing as to how Nobody else ever drew his Backstory life until this Fan had to come in.

Odile Bolok (My Interpretation of Bolok's Mother) (c) Me

Lucien Bolok (c) Xilam

[gloomforrestrunes]

The way you said that Nex got the secret revealed to him, via an argument with Vis, makes me think that they were hurling insults at each other, Nex got a really good roast in, so Vis just casually chucked out the darkest secret of the family as a bar.

After everything goes to hell Vis is just standing there thinking "Welp, at least I won that argument."

What does Nex think of Vis, because in the video all the arrows pointed at Vis

Like, on one hand Vis is the worst, in the other, he is the one who actually told him even if it was because of pure pettiness.

that is somewhat close to what happened, though i will say that vis always intended to reveal the secret to him in one way or another!

oh nex HATES vis' guts. he always has. even before That Incident occurred vis had always been standoffish with him in particular whenever he visited, and his attitude was why aiden began to resent the provinces (since vis was a noble at the time) what vis revealed to him only solidified his hatred, it put a lot of things into perspective for him and not in a good way!

[thepurpleskeleton]

Autumn’s Backstory

Something you should know first is I have a headcanon that monsters are born asexually through their parent’s soul’s compassion. Autumn's mom didn't want a child but pretended she did and so he developed many issues growing up (extreme growth, magic is hard to control, late magic bloomer).

Another headcanon: Monsters are born with whatever gender or sexuality they want because their body is made based off the soul. Autumn was born as a girl because he was comfortable as that for most of his childhood up until middle school where he found he was most comfortable with masculinity. That is not uncommon for monsters. There isn’t a name for such a thing as changing genders in monster culture because it’s simply a normal thing one can go through. However, the humans of the city he lived in saw that is an “irregularity.” They are already discriminatory of transgender humans, a transgender monster would cause endless amount of cruelty for that monster.

Before Autumn was born after the barrier holding the monster species was broken by the Ambassador of Monsters. Back then, it seemed life was truly just beginning and hope arrived within the monster species. What they weren't expecting was the wave of discrimination and speciesism they were about to endure. When the human government discovered the existence of monster kind they decided to keep it from the public by holding the monsters in a sort of "camp."

During that time, complications happened and the human citizens slowly started to suspect something. Finally after about a year later the government announced monsters’ existence to the public. It came as a huge shock to many but it was already known that the government was hiding something. Due to their acknowledgment of the species, the government created new laws custom for monsters to do no harm. The first couple of weeks were horrible, monster segregation, targeted attacks, riots, and monsters weren't allowed to do anything without getting distinct permission. Within those first chaotic days, Autumn was born. At the time, Autumn’s father was working with the King in order for monsters to be able to own property of their own. Autumn’s mom was the caretaker. Monster schools weren’t legal yet and because of that Autumn was homeschooled by his mother for most of his childhood. Sadly, Autumn’s mother didn’t care much for him. She hardly paid attention to him other than when she was teaching. Since Autumn’s father was busy with his duties Autumn was usually alone and learned how to take care of himself. Autumn has always been a people pleaser, he’d do what he was told with no complaints. Three years passed by and monster rights were given. The monster community opened up, monster schools, monster owned shops, and the beginning of one of the biggest monster companies in town. During all that, Autumn’s mother had 2 twins, Autumn’s siblings. (unnamed) Things seemed to be looking up and Autumn was overjoyed with the company. But, as the days went by, Autumn realized his siblings took up every last bit of time he got to spend with his parents (which wasn’t a lot in the first place). It was like His family forgot he existed. Of course, he ignored that fact and smiled knowing (without him) his family was happy. When the twins were seven years old Autumn’s father enrolled Autumn in a private human middle school. The monster schools were very low budget and had low education so Autumn’s father thought it would be the best choice to enroll him in a human school instead. Although it’s been years since monster’s were released from the government “camps” the segregation and racism continues. You could imagine how a human private school would treat a monster in a timeline with those circumstances. Abuse and consent bullying occurred and Autumn didn’t have the heart to say anything about it. Everyday coming home with scrapes and bruises but no complaints or comments.

Autumn went home one night beaten and battered from human kids in his school to find smoke rising from the area where his house was. He dropped his things and sprinted as fast as he can to his house to find it burning to the ground. There are cries of his siblings within and Autumn rushes inside to attempt to save them. The only thing he can see are the dust of his siblings mixed with the ashes of the burnt house. Soon helped arrived but only Autumn survived with harsh burn scars scattered about his body. Because of this accident, he developed pyrophobia. Autumn's mother is a fire elemental so that makes him half fire elemental, half skeleton. His right eye (with the eye patch) displays his fire elemental side. During a bad episode, he bashed his own head in due to the fire from his socket that triggered him.

His father was not home because he was busy with his job. Autumn’s father worked with the King of Monsters to help monster kind gain more rights. Once the rights were actually gained Autumn’s father started a business to help his family financially.

When he found out about the fire, he soon retired from his job from sorrow and started drinking (TW: Suicide ahead) He became an alcoholic and attempted suicide many times. While this was happening, Autumn had gotten a ton of backlash. His father was famous for being one of the first and most successful monster-owned businesses in the city and in turn Autumn was also getting popular. When his house burnt, people stalked him and did research, outing him as a trans monster. They made ridiculous claims about it being his fault and he started the fire from revenge against his mother. His personal information was all over the internet. It got to the point he needed to leave, he inherited all his father's money because of his father's retirement but used it to pay for his father to get mental health help (He took him to a mental hospital). Although, that is the last thing is was able to spend his father’s money on. He would get caught as the son of a EX CEO of his father’s company. He didn’t want to experience that again so Autumn moved alone to the beat down and poor side of the area because there, no one knew who he was. He stayed at a run down apartment where he met Rue. They became neighbors and here begins present time.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[undead-knick-knack]

Not the dick drawings 😭

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] New character: the old guardian of the Huffman siblings! + LORE and COMICS

Sir. Wallace Kingsman. A retired hitman/boss in his late 80s who's a father figure to the Huffman siblings

He's rather old fashioned and stoic, only ever showing his much softer side towards the two kids, a few other close companions, and nobody else. He's both well-respected and feared by the people who knows him.

His stance on the relationship between the Toons and the Huffman siblings are vague. He does not reveal his true thoughts and feelings, only quietly observing them. However, by the end, he sees that being with the toons makes Gavriel and Grace happy so he chooses to just leave it be.

[Background Info and Comics:] (Warning: Injury, blood, dark topics.)

As little children, the Huffman siblings found Kingsman in the slums when the old gentleman was collapsed due to his injuries from a gunfight nearby.

Gavriel Huffman, accustomed to the violence, planned on leaving the dying man alone, not wanting to take the risk of potentially getting into trouble with his involvement. Grace was able to [hesitantly] change his mind due to her persistent begging to save the old man.

Gavriel Huffman during this time was 16 years old, with Grace Huffman being 7 years old. Both children have no parents and they live on their own, alongside the poor/homeless population of the area they reside in.

After the Huffman siblings saved Sir Kingsman's life, he eventually gets well enough to leave on his own and come back later to repay the kindness that was shown to him by the people of the slums, especially the Huffman siblings.

He takes the Huffman siblings under his wing and raised them as his own where they grew to become elite members of their organization through their unexpected talent and incredible hard work.

The three initially did not consider each other as family, more like friendly acquaintances. However, there were signs of their relationship developing to that route, which accelerated after a particular accident happened.

They only ever referred to each other with formality. This was the first time they've called each other familial terms.

Grace Huffman, upset at having experienced such a harrowing event, swore to become stronger so her old brother doesn't have to get hurt protecting her anymore.

[luposlipaphobya]

Falling in love with an outer god

(Just wanted to imagine what it’d look like if Mel took a draconic form in front of Lazuli. I guess it’d be more voidy and nightmarish in game cause of the Fallen Aasimar of the Awful Deep thing, but let’s just say that Mel could also be related to a golden dragon who was also Pelor’s favorite so… 👀 I wanted to try a fairytale/medieval vibe here, kinda happy with how it turned out! Melisande belongs to @the-nothing-maker ❤️)

[olasketches]

For Yuji art request: maybe a role reversal where Sukuna is the host of reincarnated Yuji but instead promising to kill him painfully, the eyes and mouth under Sukuna's face promise fun and adventure.

anon, I’m afraid this got out of control… I ended up creating a whole au out of your lovely request 😭

I have nothing in my defence… I hope you’ll enjoy it tho. also thank you for sending me your request I had a lot of fun with it 🫶

[averagepikminenthusiast]

If you think about it, theres a chance this is canon in the pikmin universe..

[poppy-metal]

what if i said the words step dad patrick……….. fucking ur mum for a place to stay when he finds your cute little college ass and oh look! you’re into tennis! he can show you some stuff if you like, he used to play art donaldson and win………..

why would you say this to me. what have u done what have you wrought. wow this got away from me and i ended up giving us a whole backstory here my bad fr.

i imagine you're visiting home from college - a prestigious one - not excited, in the least. probably a horrible relationship with your mother, father nonexistent, out of the picture. probably got into tennis as just a hobby, but it turned into a way to channel all your anger and resentment built up towards your mother - how she never pays attention to you, how money and jewelry and the next man who'll blow smoke up her ass to leech off her, is more important to her than you are. every slam of your racket against the ball is you smashing a vase in your picture perfect mansion.

so, no, you're not happy to be coming back for the summer but all your friends are going back home and you dont want to be the one girl on campus who wont go back home - you dont want to be that girl. you're perfect over there, you're good. no one knows you hate your mother and mourn a father you dont even know the name of. no one knows you feel so alone it empties your chest out sometimes, leaves you with a pit that feels like its rotting you inside out. you're good at tennis, and you're cool and you're friendly and you have men falling all over you. they never fill that void, but its nice to feel desired. even if their age stifles you. irritates you. immaturity grinds your gears.

so, no, you're not eager to throw all that pretend and comfort away for the summer. lugging your suitcases up the pristine driveway with a scowl already in place. wondering if your mother will even notice you entering the door. probably not. probably she's already out, or making plans to be so.

anyway, you're miffed and moody and not at all prepared for when a man jogs up to you. you startle when a hand, a very tan hand connected to a strong arm - arm that has fine hair, and veins and muscles you can see - intercepts you to take the handle of your suitcase. you look up.

you look up to see the hottest man you've ever seen in your life grinning down at you. dark curls damp with sweat, heat kissed skin, freckles and seagreen eyes. tall and broad, and soaked in sweat. his tank top is practically see through, you can see through. right to his equally strong chest, which is hairy and tan looking - two twin nipples peaking, red and flushed. you throat feels dry. "uh."

"fuck, hey." he lets go of your suitcase to shake your hand. you limply let him. hes smiling at you in a practiced sort of way, almost like hes nervous. odd since hes clearly older than you. but hes trespassing, so maybe thats why. "i wanted to get cleaned up before i met you, but you're early, huh. i was just on the court - here let me."

he takes the handle of your luggage again. he seems to know you already and you squint. a familiar feeling of irritation filling you. hes not so different looking from all the help your mother has hired over the years, pool boys and yardworkers and the like. young men she could ogle. although this man does seem older - he's definitely ogle worthy. more than.

your mouth twists in a sneer. you haven't even gotten into your house and you're already dealing with your mothers shit. you can't be fucked.

"rule number one," you snap, curt, jerking your luggage back from his grip. you try to stand tall, but he still easily towers above you. no matter. you're still above him in station. "dont fucking touch my stuff."

you flick your hair behind your shoulder as you make to walk by him. you hear his sharp inhale of suprise. curious since you're definitely sure your mother has degraded him in many ways by now. he should be used to be talked down to. maybe its his first day.

he comes up in front of you again, walking backwards as you walk forwards, with a kind of ease that irritates you. he holds his hands up, placating, still smirking, which irritates you even more - "got it. got. you know she warned me about you - didn't think you'd try to bite my fucking head off so soon, though."

something in your gut sours. not new, then. your mother has spoken to.... the help, about you? this makes you uncomfortable. prickly and hot like you just found out someone had been talking shit about you behind your back. your hackles rise.

you stop in your tracks. glare at him.

"my mother spoke to you about me?"

his eyebrows - he has annoyingly smooth eyebrows, annoyingly long lashes too - lift, as if to say, 'fucking duh.' he makes a so and so motion with his hand, you glimpse a ring on one of his fingers. "here and there."

your grip around the handle of your suitcase burns its so tight. you think you could melt it with your anger if you concentrated long enough.

"and? what did the bitch say?"

a shocked laugh leaves his lips at your curse. your eyes narrow because you dont find it funny and because the longer you are around him the more you notice about him and the more attractive he noticeably is becomes apparent to you. when he lifts a hand to run it through his hair, the muscles in his arm bunch and flex under his skin - which is still very much gleaming with sweat.

"man, its fucking bad with you. the mommy issues -" he has this little smirk, one that lifts one side of his mouth more than the other. "- she said you were a fucking brat, that i shouldn't bother with trying to make a good first impression. i can kinda see why now."

yeah, you really dont appreciate his attitude. hes hot and all, but he's spoken way out of turn and you're done entertaining it. you want to go inside and flop onto your bed and scream.

you take a step forward and poke him in the chest with a manicured nail - he looks down at it, like, oh hey - sharply. "just because you have a pretty face and a big dick my moms probably sucked more than once, doesn't mean you're fuck all to me. you're still just the help. you can remember that when you're cleaning up my shit." you take your hand away, trying and failing not to smile like a bitch when his lips part in shock at your words, knocking his - fucking broad - shoulder with yours as you walk past him. you pause at the steps to turn just a little. he's looking at you with this unreadable expression, but if you'd have to guess you'd say it closely resembles amusement. "and I'd like a smoothie. have it brought up to me ASAP or I'll make your life here hell, got it?"

you raise an eyebrow.

his mouth finally snaps shut. you hate that he still looks amused. his lips just barely quirking. he works his jaw like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, biting his bottom lip instead as he looks up at you with those green eyes.

"got it."

-

its sometime later when you wake up. head a fucking rats nest. you've just managed to drag yourself out of bed and to the chair in your vanity, working a pink brush through what you can of your locks when your door flings open.

you dont even look up from the mirror. only one person wouldn't respect the privacy of a closed door and what it means.

"hello, mother." you say cooly, not taking your eyes from the mirror. you try to smooth the brush through your end strands first, coaxing your hair into submission. she's probably here to rub something in your face under the guise of saying hello. a new car she'd bought, a new boyfriend she has, a new vacation home she rented in malibu, ect.

her perfume fills your nostrils with its potent stench as she sashays into the room - your room - and perches her ass on your vanity, rudely jostling several trinkets there. your eye twitches. you brush some more of your hair.

"hello, my darling girl."

her voice is faux sweet. the pet name makes you want to flinch, recoil from its fake meaningfulness from her cold lips. they dont mean anything coming from her. you're not her darling anything. she'd treat a purse more fondly than you. yet, she calls you these sweet things sometimes. you think because it amuses her to play the part of a doting mother. she did always love acting.

you dont say anything more. work the brush. easy and slow wins the race. you remember when you used to be so frustrated with your hair you'd yank the brush through it in a rush, until your scalp bled from the stinging yanks. you'd lose clumps. an act of self harm, your therapist had told you. anxiety of not being perfect. you'd forgotten to put hair serum in your hair to make it easier to deal with before you'd fallen asleep. you shouldn't forget such things. your meeting with that man had rattled you.

"i have some wonderful news."

your mother drums her fingers on your dresser. you imagine her fingers as a witches, long and spindly. no amount of cream and lotion could hide her aging. that made your lips quirk.

"oh? what is it?"

"I've met someone."

not new. you barely restrain the urge to roll your eyes. brush some more hair. you've worked mid way to the top now. almost to the roots.

"have you." you couldn't sound more bored if you tried. really, you couldn't.

"i have." she lets out a swoony breath - "oh, hes wonderful, darling. he's different from the others. treats me like a woman ought to be treated - not that i expect you to know - and its going so well."

you've heard it all before.

"why, he's asked me to marry him!"

you hairbrush stills. you look at your mother for the first time. shes beaming. you feel sick all at once when you look down to her hand - see the ring she's flashing at you, gaudy and dramatic.

"i bought it for myself, of course. he's not the richest man - but he's wonderful! I'd like you to meet him - "

your memory flits back to hours ago, when the man you'd assumed was the help had lifted his arm, hand sifting through his hair and you'd caught a flash of something around his finger - silver in constant with his tan skin - a ring.

your lips part at the same time your brush snags on its first tangle, and footrests, heavy, thumping, a mans, approach your room. your mothers puttering is like static to you now, your eyes flitting from her to the door - and there he is. filling your doorframe. leaning against it with a kind of confidence like he belongs there. like the house is his.

"- eet patrick zweig." your mothers voice comes back to you. you imagine her mouth splitting open from how wide shes smiling - teeth flashing at you like a horse. "my husband. your new stepdad!"

she leans back against him and he wraps and arm around her easily. drops a kiss to her stiff hair, but he doesn't take his eyes off you when he does. everything about him is screaming cat that got the cream. his eyes are twinkling. his cheeks dimpling with a barely hidden grin.

"and." your mother claps. so fucking full of energy, the old bat. "he plays tennis!!! isn't that the most beautiful thing - he used to play with that - oh whats his name, honey -"

"art donaldson." patricks voice is thick and smooth. easy like syrup. he's still looking at you. pinning you with his gaze like you're one of those taxidermied bugs with its wings splayed open on display. "yeah, we used to play together. beat him a couple times."

"him, yes! oh, i told him all about your crush. dont flush, sweetheart, you had his posters in your room! and i thought- wouldn't it just be so fun if patrick and you trained together during the summer! oh, i know I've just been a mess over the years." she puts a hand to her heart - where it would be if she had one, that is - "bringing men in and out of our home. i can only imagine how lost you've felt without a proper male figure in your life. well, no more."

she pats patricks chest. hes opted out of a tank top for a soft cotton top. it hugs his frame too well.

"patrick here is all the father figure you'll need. thing's are really going to change around here, button. we'll be a family."

"a family." you echo, hollow.

"of course." patrick nods. he wants to grin so fucking had you can tell. "oh - and here you go - " he hands you a smoothie he'd been holding, you take it numbly. humiliation burns through you at the memory of how you'd talked to him before. when you'd assumed he was the help. "- that smoothie you wanted."

you stare at him. not sure what to make of any of this. your pride is shot to shit, you're embarrassed, you're angry, you're you're you're -

"and dont worry, babe." he jostles your mother under his arm. he's still. looking at you. you can see what the emotion was now - from before - worse than amusement. fucking glee. he's eating this shit up. "we'll get along just fine. won't we?"

no. no you absolutely fucking wont.

but saying that wont get you anywhere. not just yet. you set your smoothie down and try to smile. it feels wooden. this feels like a chess game suddenly, and hes knocked down one of your knights. and you have to try not to fucking scramble as you jump to defend your queen.

"sure." great move. real intimidating. that'll show him.

"yeah." he smiles at you - kisses the side of your moms head. "why don't you get dinner started, hm?"

you try not to gape as your mother preens and flushes like a housewife. your mother cooking. in the kitchen? preforming labor? doing tasks? willingly? you watch her flit out the room in a daze, wondering if fairies are real and one of them has bodysnatched your mother.

its just patrick and you now. the air in the room thickens with that fact, and you swallow. you've never felt this out of place. never felt so blindsided. not in awhile. you'd made sure of that. taken deliberate steps to adorn armor to prevent yourself from feeling this way. from feeling small. from feeling like the barely adult that you are, freshly nineteen and still so fucking confused and raw and scrambled about everything in your life. not at all like the 30 something in front of you who is a fucking man. a full adult. a full frontal lober. who's been through shit, you can tell, by the callouses on his palms, the hair on his body, his stubble, and the enormity of him in your space. in your little girl room that's still all pink ribbons and plushies on your bed and fairy lights strewn everywhere. he feels like the big bad wolf leering down at your straw fucking house, seconds away from blowing that shit to the ground.

you say nothing.

he crosses his arms and takes his time looking at you. you feel every touch of his eyes on your body, suddenly aware of how little you're wearing. just a sheer nightgown. you feel your nipples pebbling under the fabric that's definitely fucking see through and swallow.

"so."

he lets that hang in the air.

and what can you fucking say? you haven't had the time to recalibrate. you hairs still a mess.

"so.... what?"

you want to stand up - make the playing feild more even except thats a fucking joke because hes taller than you regardless. you feel pinned to the spot anyway, your muscles locked in place in your little chair. like you haven't been given permission to move. its the oddest feeling.

"she's right you know." he tells you, and he eases off the door frame, comes closer so you have to crane your neck up to look up at him. you feel demeaned. and yet, you dont look away. "things are different around here - they have been for awhile now."

you find some semblance of your fucking fire. try to hold your little straw house together. glare up at him.

"you can swing your dick around all you want and make my mom cook and clean for you but you're not the boss of me. you're not my dad."

he just looks at you. folds his lips together. his tongue peeks out to run against the front row of his teeth, wolfish.

the lean in is so jarring you nearly fall out of your chair. you do let out a squeak, jolting as your space is invaded suddenly by him, his arms braced on either side of you, one gripping the neck of your chair. his breath smells like spearmint and the chain around his neck swings back and forth as he gets in your face.

he straightens back up. casually like he didn't just rock your whole world off its fucking axis.

"you think I haven't dealt with you before? i fucking was you - spoiled little rich kid with mommy issues and no fucking daddy. s'that why you think you can stick your fucking nose up at me? dont try to play the game with the man who wrote the fucking rulebook. your display back there at being a big girl was cute, I'll give you that, but it ends there. this is my fucking house now. my fucking rules. and as long as you want to park your polished little ass here in your princess castle you'll listen to me." he does grin then, "I'm your daddy now."

"we cool?"

what can you do?

"we're cool."

he just blew your fucking straw house down.

[gloomforrestrunes]

So does Nex hate his family because his mom hid something pretty bad from him? And since his sister didn't have red all over her I'm guessing he at first didn't hate her either?

it’s a simplification of what happened but yes! again, aiden did not come out of the womb automatically evil and irredeemable. he was rather close with his family, even, especially with sina.

but yes, aster and marianne were keeping a rather big secret from him, and from sina. and that secret being brought to light, especially in the way that it was, immediately estranged aiden from his parents. sina was also very angry at them, but displayed it in less explosive ways. aiden had no reason to hate sina at that point in time, she was almost just as negatively affected by it as aiden was!

[thepurpleskeleton]

Rue’s Backstory (work in progress)

Rue's soul is one of the ancient mages that created the barrier to seal off all monsters, perseverance. Through their perseverance they’re soul gets transmigrated to a different body when their previous body dies (like the Avatar in Avatar the Last Airbender) The transmigration got messed up due to Frisk’s reset (determination is more powerful than the other soul traits) They get transmigrated into a skeleton monsters body which is bad for them because since Rue’s soul is that of a human mage their body can’t handle the magic of the dormant ancient power of the mage soul and they can’t use magic or else their body would crumble (It’s already barely holding itself together)

The determination and perseverance powers of both the souls combined. Rue got launched into the multiverse and landed in Autumn’s timeline. The power of the reset became Rue’s power however instead of a reset within the underground, their whole life begins again back to when they were 13 (They don’t remember their past before the age of 13 so that’s why the reset stops there).

They can’t control the resets that happen and it just automatically clicks itself when Rue dies. so the world resets and they’re stuck reliving their life. they can’t even die of old age because their soul can’t keep their body together for that long.

The thing about their resets is that, it doesn’t simply rewind time, it creates an entirely new duplicate universe. When Rue dies, that world still continues. Autumn still lives through his life without Rue.

[so-very-small]

“is g/t like a horny thing or a fluff thing for you?” buddy my latest OCs are a mage and the living battery for their power who are locked in an unending cycle of killing and resurrecting one another. it’s about the psychological weight of holding someone you utterly loathe in the palm of your hand while also devoting your entire existence to protecting them. “horny or fluff” buddy we are way past that. there is a third secret option and that is “psychologically fucking up my OCs via size dynamics” get on my LEVEL

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

That evening...

being the bigger person is hard sometimes...

[drenched-in-sunlight]

saying this as respectfully as possible but. Do not put fandom content creators on a pedestal. We are also just fans contributing to a community just as you are. We have boundary on our own work and that’s it. What I say is not and should not be considered sth the whole fandom should listen to. I’m just a normal ass person ranting about things on my blog. If it does not have a fandom tag for others to engage in, do not make it out to be me trying to start fights or addressing the whole community. Because it’s not.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, my art, my lore talk, is biased. I’ve never tried to hide that I view Marika a certain way and will always develop my theory following that base assumption.

Aside from translation stuffs and pointing out in-game items, everything else I say you can look at it, agree or disagree, and move on to form your own opinions. Just because I draw stuffs doesn’t mean you get to saddle me with responsibilities about managing fandom expectations. What the hell? I’m a fan artist, I’m the last person who you should look at for “leaderism” (?) WHAT?

I can and will be a hater in my own space, like I know sometimes other artists will just post their stuffs and not engage too heavily with fandom, and for a while I did try to do that here (because I’m already a dramatic ass on twitter), that’s just not me though.

You will get art and you will get my opinions as well.