#he is an absolutely lovely individual with exceptional art and writing!!!

[moft-man]

THE BUGS EVER!!!

once again losing it over @thatstarboi 's MothNarrator (mothrator? idk he sure is something though)

took the brainrot as an excuse to draw *my* Moft as well so woo, it lives!! I think they'd get along nicely :3

I rlly need to draw moft more,, I forgot how silly it is,,,

[soapyghostie]

Hello in case you didn't wanna write the other one could I request choptop and/or Nubbins with a shy reader who lives art and drawing??? I always draw them in my sketchbook ahaha

Thank you xx

🎨

Hey! I’m sorry about your other request. I didn’t feel comfortable writing it. However, I did this one! 🙂 Although, I couldn’t come up with much, but hope you like what I could muster up.

Choptop Sawyer

You love to draw? Draw him! He’ll persistently bug you. What no better way to make beautiful art than to draw him because he’s absolutely magnificent. He’ll frame the drawing in his bedroom. It’s so realistic that it almost looks like a photo! Now he can show off, not only his music, but your amazing, and handsome, drawing of him. 

He likes to speed flip through all your sketchbooks. I don’t actually think he looks at them because he goes through each of them within minutes: you have like a million sketch books. Again, it’s Choptop so you never know with him. Then again, he may be actually looking at them. I guess we’ll never know. 🤷‍♀️ 

He’ll steal drawings out of your sketchbook, without you knowing, for keepsake. He’ll keep them hidden so if you do recognize they’re gone, Choptop can just play dumb. He doesn’t want to give them back; you just make amazing art work and he has to have a drawing or two to admire. 🥺 

Do you need inspiration? He got you covered! Music is a pretty good inspiration right? Well, Choptop has plenty of different genres that he can play on his record player! For your information, he just says that, but he only has rock music. Hope you like rock. Anyways, He likes to play his music loud when you draw; Drayton never lets him so he likes to think it’s an exception to be able to play it loud.

Nubbins Sawyer

When you tell Nubbins you like art, he gets excited. He loves art too! Yeah… he shows you blurry photos of roadkill and talks about where, when and how he found it. For reals, remembers every specific detail about each individual picture. It’s weird, but it’s Nubbins. Just let him rant. 

Nubbins comes up with the idea of collabing. He’ll go out, take pictures and then come back to give them to you so you can draw them. It’s brilliant! He just really wants you to draw his roadkill; he worships your drawings more than his photographs. He’d rather carry around something you’ve created to show off, when hitchhiking, so he can brag about how talented his significant other is. 

He’s gone into your studio without your permission and painted on your blank canvases before. You’d probably let him paint again if it wasn’t for the fact he used animal blood as his choice of paint. 🤢 You’re studio smelled of iron and death after that and never again. 

Nubbins likes it when you sit down with him and go through your sketchbooks. He asks a lot of questions, more than an art student would at an art museum. It’s overwhelming because it’s just one question and then the next: he sometimes even interrupts his own question to ask another one. At least he’s interested though.

[ddlcbrainrot]

What are your ships in ddlc? I noticed you do all the ships- If you ship all then what’s your favorite ship?

Now, whoever you are how did you that i was thinking of talking about my ship opinions soon?? mind wizard

SO, here’s the thing : when it comes to ships in genera it takes a lot for me to actually have OTPs and stuff and this is especially true in ddlc for me. For me shipping is more of a “sure, i could get behind this” sort of thing, except if once in a blue moon i find that one ship that alters my brain chemistry but believe it or not that has not really happened to me with any of the ddlc ships. It has happened with the game as a whole, but not really with the ships. The only one that has come close i’d say is sayonika but that’s more bc they happen to be the characters that i think about the most

That being said, i’d say i ship every ship in the game, simply because i could honestly see all of them working out in one way or another. Sure, they’re are some i like more than others but generally all of them work. And yes, this includes the Mc ships even though i like them less bc the side stories blew it out of the park with the chemistry between the girls

Speaking of the side stories, they are the sole reason i got into the shipping side of the fandom lol. The base game, as influential as it was for me, never really ignited any shipping sparks ig. I actually could not care less for the shipping before the side stories, bc most of it felt kind of trope-y ironically enough. Like, Natsuri was the big one, which was only popular bc of the whole opposite’s attract thing (not that there’s anything wrong with that ofc, it just never really resonated with me). Sayonika was a victim of what i like to call the “leftovers syndrome” where two characters are shipped bc they are the only ones left to be shipped with.

And Mc.. well let’s talk about that actually. Mc x Yuri is well… how do i put this. They have absolutely nothing in common. I don’t necessarily hate this ship however, if i see it done right i can like it. Mc x Natsuki was alright, the banter was fun, they actually have things they can talk about, it’s overall a nice ship. I will say i prefer them as close friends, but if i was to see media (fan art, fics, mods etc) where it’s done right, i can appreciate it. Mc x Sayori is also a ship i can enjoy from time to time, probably the most out of any Mc ship. Again, i do prefer talking about their friendship more though but now that i’m writing this down i realise i’m just a slut for male/female friendships. Mc x Monika truly depends on what context the characters are given. Are we talking about non-sentient Monika x Mc? Bc that can be pretty fun. If we are talking about sentient Monika x Mc, i see a very interesting dynamic (not a particularly good one) where Monika is basically using Mc as a vessel for the player in her desperation. Can Mc feel this dynamic? Does he understand in some way that he’s the second choice, even if he doesn’t know the truth about their world? How does it affect him? Its fun to ponder about this ig, but it doesn’t really make for a healthy relationship

Then the side stories came out, where the characters evolved from their one-dimensional tropes into actual personalities with enticing dynamics between them and i was immediately sold. That being said, i still don’t really have an OTP per say, bc as stated before all of them could work out. Which is definitely bc of how we get to see each of them interact individually in each side story. In every side story, we see each character interact with the other and learn how to grow as individuals because of it. I could see each pairing happening individually, i could see them being a poly couple, maybe even a qpr, or just a very close friend group too! There is a lot of love between the characters, whether that is romantic, platonic or something in between im not 100% certain on, but the love is definitely there.

Anyway, you also asked what my favourite ship would be, and i’ll probably say Sayonika since most of the media I consume tends to be with them

WOW this was a long post. Hope i didn’t bore you too much. Thank you for the ask!!

[sultrybaby]

JUST THIS ONCE, LET ME LOVE YOU

💞Synopsis: The kindest hearts are the softest, and yours was no exception. And soft hearts were never meant to be burnt till exhaustion. Luckily, the cold, annoying Sunghoon will be there to thaw the pain in your heart, breathing in the smoke of your troubled lips.

💞Warnings: Smoking, overworking, mentions of calluses, self doubt, anxious thoughts (no anxiety disorder), overthinking, crying (i dont think its as bad as I make it seem, its more on the comfort side), Reader banters a bit with sunghoon in the beginning and describes him with a multitude of adjectives 💞 Word count:2k+ 💞Pairing: Sunghoon x gn!Reader💞 Genre: Comfort, Angst, Lil fluff (academic rivals to implied lovers)

You've never understood group projects.

Surely, cooperation is not THAT important in real life, and if it were, then why would one pile up so many team projects that make it impossible to socialize at all. And to make matters worse, or better, depending on your mood, you were partnered with *shudder* Sunghoon.

 It really is peaceful working diligently on a project knowing that you could put in half the effort and score more then the magnificent annoying ethereal idiotic beautiful dumbass that you are working with.

 Nothing in this world maximises productivity like ignoring your academic rival. You never understood why you felt threatened by him- his successes were the maximum of his academic capability, whilst the school's highest requirements were the least of yours; you knew you could end him the second you all left school. Additionally, the number of talents he had never bothered you either- you always found visual arts (your area of interest) to be much more entertaining and elegant than the absolute physical bafoonery he sweats out every Thursday for inter school performances. In all honesty, you told yourself, if being head designer was not beneficial to personal statement, you would have ditched the big guy and his stupid friends a long time ago. Deep down you felt like you were lying to yourself, but who cares.  'It's not like a beautiful young senior is writing my brain process right now and posting it on tumblr as a boyband fanfiction or anything' you thought. 💀

'So why do I feel the need to compete with him?' 'Why do I want to perform better when he is in the test room?' 'Why do I want to dress better if I know he's there?' you ask yourself, desperately ignoring the influx of warmth coating your cheek, as if the light from your bedside lamp had quantum leaped onto your face with a gentle 'plop.'

 'I must really hate Park Sunghoon,' you concluded.

 You shifted your focus to the gentle hug of your soft, light bedspread (it was way more deserving of your brain space then 😒sunghoon😒). Your threw your head back as if thinking of him were such a chore, relaxing into the comfortable depths of your bed. If you cared enough, you might tell the magnificent oaf next to you to shift his buff arms a bit (does he inject pediasure into his bloodstream??), but you decided to focus on the work at hand, since the blushy feeling on your face is a clear indicator of your deep rooted hatred. Little did you know that this 'magnificent oaf's' arms were a part of the wonderful bedspread you were practically sleeping on.

Blissfully unaware of the fact that his right arm was nestled into your neck, you turned to him.

"How far along are you?" you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster, trying to be the bigger person.

"A lot farther than you, minnie mouse," he snickered, pushing his annoyingly perfect nose way too close to your face. You couldn't help but notice how gracefully the higher ends of his nose blended into his thick, strong eyebrows; your gaze unconsciously shifted from his eyes, to his lips, and then back to his eyes (you want to stab him).

"I'm sorry for trying to be nice," you rasped, "but I just want to remind you that you're not as smart as you think, and this is kinda individually grade-" you were interrupted mid-monologue by the sound of your 'Lovesong' by TXT playing at full volume. It was your phone.

Rolling your eyes all the way back to hell in order to hide your embarrassment, you picked it up. And your heart sunk to your knees. Without a second though, you ran to the bathroom, leaving Sunghoon and his unconsciously puckered lips to stare at your fleeting figure in concern. Fingers trembling, you stared at your phone screen.

It was your boss. From your part time job.

The rest of the world casually faded into oblivion as the thumping of your heart numbed out the noise, enveloping you cozily, juxtaposing the crippling panic you felt. The simple act of choosing whether to answer with your thumb or index finger seemed to drive you crazy as it seemed as if your phone were about to fall off.

Scared out of your wits, you answered the call.

"Hey boss," you started, absolutely embarrassed at how close to crying you were, "I thought you knew I am so sorry I sent an email but clearly that wasn't enough I have a project right now and I took the day off for that I am so sorry-"

"Wait ___, you sent an email?"

Absolutely convinced that his tone was nothing short of cynical, you could feel yourself getting lost in your own mind.

'Why wouldn't you call to ensure this?'

'Shouldn't you let someone know that you wont be coming? '

'Dont you know how much work we have to get done here?'

'You think a job is like school, where an email fixes everything?'

"Hello, ___?"

"Y- Yes?" you answered, breathless from the effort taken to quieten the devil in your brain for at least a fraction of a second.

"I said I found the email. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. You may return to your project. Thank you."

If only his words could bring the relief you hoped it would.

All you felt was anger. Anger, fear, and an overall pathetic. 'It's over, the call is over, everything is fixed' you tried to tell yourself- but in vain. The fear had taken over, and then it feels like you're fighting something.

'But nothing is threatening you. You're okay' you tried to tell yourself. But in vain, for once the mind wants peace, it will desperately cause you pain till you force it onto yourself.

Heavy shoulders hunched over, an attempt to hold yourself failing as your hand shied away just inches from the shower handle you reached for. Giving up, you allowed the fear to take over; your soul took solace in the familiar bathroom tile, as if embracing the cold floor would dissipate the freezing panic inside.

-

Sunghoon genuinely believed that you knew that he was just pretending to hate you. You were the smartest person he knew so he was just convinced that you knew he cared and that you were just doing this whole 'academic rival' thing to mess with him, a mode of flirtation.

Despite his few minute misconceptions, Sunghoon knew you pretty well. He knew how much you cared about the small things, he found it absurd. 'Why focus so much on the details when you can do it perfectly with your eyes closed?' was the most common thought in his brain as he not-so-discreetly observed you while you did pretty much anything. He knew that you considered being able to do everything perfectly all the time to be the absolute goal, and despite knowing how unrealistic that was, he thought you were silly to worry about those things; in his eyes you were the definition of perfection, so obviously you couldn't do anything not perfectly (😿logik).

He also knew that you weren't yourself when you were stressed. And not the 'hungry-eat-a-snickers' kind.

When everyone congratulated you on being the only person scoring a 100% outside of middle school, he was the only one whose eyes shifted past your beautiful smile and noticed the calluses on your middle finger's joints- a result of your unique way of holding a pen, with the pen resting on your middle finger, perpendicular to the paper, barely touching the index. Everyone talked of how lucky you were to land a well paying job, but only he saw the hundred lists scribbled on the margins of your notebooks- one for all the family members and when to give them money, one for the rent of your apartment (which, according to sunghoon, is immensely saddening because with the way you take care of yourself you should be the last person to live alone), and one for all the things your friends wanted and the price, filled with a specific doodle for each of your friends. But he was yet to find a list where it was just about you, for you.

If he had his way he would move in with you, cook for you, kiss you goodnight at 10. He would individually travel to each of your stingy relatives' houses and ask them to stop ripping you off. But in his heart, he could hear you tell him "Hoon they didn't have my childhood, let me give them a good one now."

And it was this good heart of yours that resisted him from feeling impatient as he waited for you on the bed, the crater that you filled now cold and empty. Sunghoon decided to just wait, knowing how much you cared about your job.

Until a thud from the bathroom resonated through the room, followed by the crisp, smoky scent he hated.

Jolting out of the bed, Sunghoon ran to the bathroom. He raised his hand to knock and brought it to the door, but you had accidentally left it unlocked, making the door sway aside, revealing your figure. Sunghoon felt his heart crack, small bits of the essence of his soul dribbling out.

The ghost of your soul barely lingered in your spaced out eyes as they lifelessly stared into the distance, hardly acknowledging sunghoon's presence. You hadn't even seen him come in. Single tears flowed swiftly down the gentle, beautiful slope of your nose; at the tip of your nose the droplets fell fearlessly to your open palms that weakly held on to a lit cigarette. Your lips screamed slightly, or attempted to, but you bit it back, teeth digging deep into your lips- but they were too chapped for you to care. You carelessly lifted your arms, bringing the cigarette to your lips.

With one clean, swift motion Sunghoon swat the cigarette out of your hands, the slap echoing loudly in a room that was dead silent for too long.

The slightest bit of life creeped back into your eyes as they widened, finally realizing sunghoon's presence. He could feel them trail his movements, watching closely and fearfully as he knelt down till he was at eye level with you.

He hated seeing you like this.

"I thought you..." Sunghoon paused, trying to rephrase his concern,

"You think it will be okay if you told me why you relapsed?"

His heart breathed a sigh of relief as he saw your shoulders release a bit of tension. Hesitantly, he brought his hand over to your shoulder, rubbing over your shoulder blade as gently as he possibly could. You lifted your trembling hands, clasping them onto his; the cold sending chills through Sunghoon's body.

"I...I wanted to stop," you said, your tone nasally. You sniffed, "But I just couldn't bring myself to. I thought if I tried harder at other things I wouldn't give myself time to, you know, smoke..." you paused, shifting your eyes to the floor.

"But it felt as if the harder I tried, the worse I became at something...and everything just feels so unfamiliar- but lighting up a cigarette and smoking? It's easy, and I can just, forget things. It's become so addictive, you know? To feel really...really sad."

Sunghoon held your face on his fingers, gently lifting it back up, hoping his eyes didn't reflect how heart-wrenching it felt to see you cry.

"Now," he started, "I would tell you how I think there is nothing more perfect in this world than you are-"

"I'm not Sunghoon, I'm not perfect at all- I want to be, so so bad but as much as I can do something it feels like I'm barely holding on and I want to let go but I can't-"

Your cries were cut off, falling into the depths of Sunghoon's lips as he locked his lips onto yours. The initial shock started to wear off, and comfort set in as you moved your lips in rhythm. Hands rested gently on his neck, on your neck, upwards, ruffling hair. It was simple, it was comforting. The tears mixed into the taste of your lips, and he drank your sorrows till all you felt was peace. It was messy, it was salty. It wasn't perfect. It was peace. You let go, falling into his arms, nuzzling your head in the corners of his neck.

And he caught you, balancing himself on his knees.

He cradled you in his arms, gently, till the numbness melted to warmth. He lifted your arms upto his face, kissing the hand you held the cigarette in, in prayer, asking for forgiveness for hurting you.

"You don't have to be perfect all the time, ___" Sunghoon whispered against the skin of your palm. "You don't have to be kind, to be working, to be loving," He said as he rested his lips into your forehead, trailing kisses to the centre of your eyebrows.

"You can just be lying against my chest, humming, sleeping. You're allowed to be free. You deserve to be peaceful, baby," he said, pecking the tip of your nose.

"You should let people love you, ___" he said, trailing his ways down, wedging his lips into yours.

"Please, ___," he said, breathing into your lips, "just this once, let me love you."

You looked at him, laying in comfort, feeling at peace for what felt like the first time forever. It wasn't perfect- you were literally crying on the bathroom floor. It wasn't perfect, he was in a bright green shirt and you were snotty and in your sweats. It wasn't perfect, nowhere close to it.

Somewhere deep in your heart you felt this to be right.

You smiled. And then he smiled. And you guys just sat there, grinning, chuckling even. This was the sound of love, you thought.

"Sunghoon..." you whispered,

"Hmm?"

"Can you kiss me again?"

For whatever reason, the two of you laughed, together. It wasn't harmonious, more comical. And then he leaned downwards, pressing his lips onto yours.

-

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[lifenconcepts]

you do have oc’s yes. give the lore now. That is an order, mister /j /nf

BHSXHHDOBSOXBXBI HAVE TOO MANY

UHM

I GOT LIKE A MILLION ESSAYS OF LORE FOR MOST BUT HERE ARE THE INTRODUCTIONS:

For this show I wanted to write I have 3 main guys I love dearly, Lifen Heid who is the main dude and German- is secretly holding some kind of power and yet isn’t aware of it. This spirit guy Fhelix (quite OP but is so fed up with every being that he litterally does not use his powers at all except for his main goal) knows though and was set off on a journey to help him become a god like he once was but can’t say what he’s doing otherwise they would both die an agonising death. They got some chemistry and lore together plus I advanced the plot into a full blown book. Robin, a side character whom I love dearly, is a pathetic little kid who was forced to flee from his planet from false vigilante accusations and resides in the realm (this whole new world only accessible through a portal) with Fhelix, whole ordeal, and also some other people that also had the same fate, basically heroes turned sour and he got trapped into their little group (There’s this massive group and all got their individual relationship with one another and personality but in short they’re like 15-23 year old losers with some sort of dramatic past and incredible talents (lemme tell you about them..) ) So there’s Batrose - an emo shithead who is 99% a sadist and is a very good swordsman, and despite that, he is in a relationship with Florence, an absolute sweetheart who also is quite a dangerous individual. Basically that meme template where they both can absolutely kill you but one visibly has intention and the other is bubbly. Both dress somewhat goth. There’s also Dan, a daredevil cat hybrid who always looks for trouble and is a horrid influence on Robin but I still love him, not too much older then him. Westifer is this ginger kid the same age as Dan and yet is much more secluded than the rest and has an amulet passed down from generation to generation which allows him to practically bend water to his will, but he sort of struggles with it. He has a floating blob of water he can activate anytime and it’s somewhat sentient and has bubbles for eyes but mostly just helps him get to places sometimes as it’s body can act as a cushion. Also has a pet flamingo named fern. There are some other others but they’re not worthy enough of being saved in my mind.

one of my newest two is Neil Wolfman, he got a shitload of lore which I could copy and paste here in a second. Absolutely adore him but in short he’s a pathetic little soggy boy who has a car and out of paranoia spends most time out in the suburbs and owns an adorable German shepherd named Arc. also this mad scientist I haven’t bothered with making a name for that I do quite love and is my most attacked character for art fight!

also idk if it counts but just any variety of me whenever I draw myself, ranges from abstract concept to realistic depiction to absolute goofy doodle to entirely new creature or human.

I also realised like not lately that they almost all were some representation from me and I was incredibly surprised.

[uselessmicrowave]

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[blade-that-was-broken]

I’m still stuck on your idea that John Dory is like influential enough to the pop genre of music composition and song writing that his work is analyzed in college level music composition and music theory classes. Cause it’s like one thing if every song he ever wrote is in the top of the charts but it’s another thing to get featured as a person of interest in a music composition class and it feeds so well into my theory that JD spent the 20 years he was traveling on Rhonda and not really working living off of royalties cause he could have been writing textbooks on song writing and shit. He could have been like contacted by colleges and asked to give Ted talks and guest lectures on how to blend multiple voices into a near perfect harmony.

John Dory is like the Lady Gaga of the troll world not in the sense like their music is remotely similar but because they both view music as art and are perfectionists with it. Because they hold their work to the highest standard and make sure it’s the highest possible quality. Which I think is like partially the root behind why JD went so perfectionist with the band in particular. Regardless of why it started and why it ended JD cared deeply that every aspect of their performances were revolutionary, were perfect. People compare jds perfectionism and demands of his brothers to velvets demands of vener and desire for fame. But they really could not be more different in reality because as their songs reveal JD cares about perfection he will not cut corners with his work with his performances. He wants his art to be 100% flawless and be a revolutionary work of art because he is an Artist and performance is his canvas. I don’t think that JD cares about being famous or making money beyond enough to support his family and invest in his art. Velvet is fundamentally different. She doesn’t care about the quality of her and veneirs work, doing any of it herself or her fans at all she just wants to be rich and famous.

Kinda getting off topic here but anyway I think JD would be delighted that people are analyzing his art and being inspired by it because he put hella work into it. Brozone was his passion project that combined his two favorite things his family and his art and he definitely loves his family more than his art and he doesn’t really care too much about hitting the perfect family harmony anymore beyond saving Floyd but I still really do think he is proud of the work he put into brozone despite hating the way it ended and would be so flattered that other are dissecting the meaning and depth behind his word choices and music composition. And I also think if the troll world had like Broadway JD would love musical theatre so much. Anyway this is my official take on why I see jd as a music/art/theater snob.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

One: I love when people do the whole "thank for coming to my ted talk" it makes me laugh and I love to laugh.

Two: I think it would be so FUNNYYYYY. Even more so if John had absolutely ZERO clue about what was happening. There is SO much he could have done but like, naw, he's just gonna become a perpetual camper/survivalist and have virtually nothing to his name that HE knows of. Like, one of those famous rich hermits except he doesn't know he's famous or rich. I'm sorry, just way too funny.

I love the idea that JD puts so much thought and care and study/hardwork - along with his natural talent - into his music. Like, sure, it probably helps that he's naturally good at it but I think he really tries to do the best he can. And I think Brozone would be very limiting in certain areas. Like, yes, there is his whole blending of individual parts as a whole, harmonies, and group work. But Brozone is probably meant more for entertainment than much else. It's a performance. When he leaves and if he keeps writing, I think he'd expand in the things he does. Or whatever. I've got too many thoughts and feelings haha lol

OOOOHHHH I kinda like that thought. I don't know much about Lady Gaga or really listened to her music but I understand the perfectionism thing. I always used to say practice makes perfect (and more recently, practice makes progress) so I think I can understand the concept alright. I think it's so interesting people compare him to Velvet sometimes when honestly, they seem like polar opposites. Velvet doesn't want to work at all, she doesn't care for her craft, she doesn't want to practice, she has no talent or even tries to work up to having talent. JD on the other hand, worked too much, put everything into his craft and probably practiced too much. He's got the talent, sure, but he also WORKED for it too.

I think a part of him would be delighted because - HOW COOL - and a part of him would be like but... why??? I know people tend to see him as egotistical or whatever but I think he really loved what he did and he put a lot into it. Idk how much his family really cares about their music, especially anymore, but I think JD would still be proud of it and guess what? He should. It was popular and people liked it. He should be proud of what they accomplished, even if nearing the end things got out of control. it couldn't have always been that way.

Agreed. JD loves his family more than anything. I have a feeling he wouldn't have let 20 years pass if he knew they were alive. It's one of the lines in the movies (I found out you were still alive) that really hits me home for that. He was also the only one who came back soooo there is that too. And yeah! He literally straight up FORGOT about the Family Harmony until Floyd told him that was what was needed. And even after twenty years, he still whole heartedly believes in his brothers that they can do it (if we just practice a little) like that sweetie. Running on worry, adrenaline and lack of sleep, that dude just wants to save his brother.

AWWWW JD loving theatre would be so CUTE! Except I would love to see him both go to Broadway things and Children's plays. Like that would be funny! Here is this dude who goes to these serious broadway type shows but then he turns around and the next night he goes to some local kids Seussical or something.

I just love this so much haha

Okay also another thing...

Okay, I do think it would be funny if for those twenty years, what JD did for "work" was just sell the rights to songs he wrote on the road to other artists/trolls he came across. Like, as he is traveling and is writing different types of music, musicians be like dude this song is amazing and just my style and JD be like... I'll sell it/trade it for (insert whatever here). Like how funny? And then the radio is just flooded with songs that JD wrote, many of which people have NO idea he wrote.

Like could you imagine a song comes on the radio and Floyd being all like "I love this song!!"

And JD like oh yeah, I traded that song for a machete and two chickens. Awesome deal, I love my machete. Comes in handy.

Like could you imagine? I don't know why but I find the concept SO FUNNY

[jeremy-hillary-boob]

I love the new video for Here, There, and Everywhere because it's pretty and fun and very beatle-y, but also because it reminds me so much of paul's comments (I can't find the original quote at the moment, if anyone knows what I'm talking about please add on) about "making up some feelings" to write a song and @zilabee's thoughts about that which pop into my head constantly. short version: I love how this video takes a song that is facially about an individual human subject and instead makes it a love song dedicated to inspiration itself. it becomes a song about the warmth and creativity shared by the group. given the fact that paul apparently wrote this song in john's backyard while waiting for him to wake up AND given paul's special fondness for it as a song john told him he liked*, it's a more accurate interpretation!

there's this imaginary nebulous "she" in the video that is the ostensible object of the narrator's affection, but she's just a symbol or a pleasant hallucination. she's a personification of art and love. she's The Muse. she and the crowds are faceless; the only "characters" with faces and identities are the beatles themselves. when the action directly matches the narration of the song, it's usually referring to what the beatles are doing, not what The Muse is doing - the most literal example would be "changing my life with the wave of her hand" over a shot of the beatles waving at the crowd; a more figurative one might be "knowing that love is to share" over a shot from A Hard Day's Night of the band playing together informally. The Muse's actions in the lyrics are the beatles' actions on the screen.

the scenery is ephemeral and shifts around the group. in the scene copied from Help! where they're playing cards; they stay in a fixed position while the room changes, from one hotel to the next, with different cities visible out the window of the room. they pass from room to train car to press conference to stage, morphing into one another between scenes while also remaining the only unique, clearly defined elements in the story. everything is a hazy and nonspecific dream except for the four of them, the only real things in the room.

and they can only see or be affected by The Muse when they're together! she appears to paul when they're sitting in the studio control room, she appears in the crowd when they're traveling, she appears to george when the four of them are in a hotel room, she moves between them when they're playing on stage. when they're recording, she no longer appears in the shape of a woman and instead her essence takes over the whole studio. she can impact them only when they create her collectively.

what is this song about? nothing and no one, apparently (paul has very little of substance to say about it in The Lyrics, I checked). there's no specific external inspiration for the feelings described by it, but it's paul's favorite of his own songs, because he just likes it, and because john liked it. what about this song is "real?" not the apparent subject. what's real is the band, and the inspiration they create with and for one another.

*which makes this SUCH a delightful companion to the video for I'm Only Sleeping. related side note, I love that "each one believing that love never dies" plays over an image of the four of them sleeping in the back of a car. it ties in beautifully with the other video, the entire theme of which is john dreaming (but don't worry, he's only sleeping). implicitly related pairs of lennon/mccartney songs, my absolute beloved

[lumiereandcogsworth]

okay so I'm curious, when Maurice would travel with his inventions/art, one, did he ever bring Belle along, or was it something he only started doing once she was older and two, I know she only ever asks for a rose, but did he ever bring back any books for her?

i LOVE this question thank you!!!

i think he definitely took belle along when she was younger, absolutely. he probably didn’t start going to those markets until she was around 7 or 8, when he really started getting back into art business and someone maybe mentioned to him that he could go to these markets in bigger towns and make some side cash!! i think he would bring her especially for the longer ones, like 3-5 days, because that’s just too long to be apart and they only have each other 🥺 and she loved going to them!! i can just imagine her curious little mind pulling her in every direction. he probably loses her at some points and nearly has a heart attack because of it. i’ll have to write that sometime, lmao.

i think the first time she Doesn’t go is when she’s like maybe 15? and it’s only one night. she probably still wanted to go but maybe there was something farm related happening that they both felt it would be better if she stayed, and she was happy to do that. maurice definitely asked pére robert to check in with her though, and i’m sure he had dinner with her that night. i’m SURE they have such academic convos, gosh. need to explore that more too. anyway: after that, i think belle started going with him less. she still joins sometimes, but i think it was partly that she was getting into her own projects at home and didn’t always Want to leave at that exact time because she was really hyperfixated, or it was just like one night, not a big deal, (like what happens in the movie). AND i think maurice did gain a few friends that he would meet up with at those markets, artists from other villages, so belle would get kinda bored because it would be like those unskippable cutscenes like when your parent runs into someone they know at the grocery store. except it’s your dad talking about his passion with other people who share it😭 IT’S LIKE BEING TRAPPED AT HOME DEPOT WITH DAD. anyway you get the point. even as adventurous as belle was, it’s not like the markets were any places too new or crazy, so it got kind of boring for her.

but like i said, i still think she goes sometimes!!! just way less frequently. in one of my courting fics (probably my favorite of my courting fics???) belle had gone with maurice to a market for a WEEK. which was the longest her and adam had been apart since they had met 🥺🥺 which i think maurice did very intentionally lmao. he was (internally) like you guys are so attached at the hip… let’s remember you’re individual people please!!! and also i think he could sense they were getting near the idea of marriage so he wanted one last bit of time with belle before her life really changed 😭😭

and second!!!! yeah no definitely. i like to think that when he says that, “you ask for that every year!” i think that’s for this one specific market he’s going to that day. like maybe it’s a place she’s joined him many times and it just happens near a really beautiful rose garden, or something. so she’s always like !!! ROSE FROM THERE PLEASE!!! but i think he goes to markets a lot more frequently than just once a year. maybe like every few months? especially as belle gets older and he worries less about leaving her at home, if she doesn’t want to join him. but anyway to answer your second question, YEAH! i can totally imagine that people there, who have known maurice and his daughter for years, ask about her when she’s not with him! and they learn all about her and i am SURE she always brought an emotional support book (or two or three) when she goes with him. so the market people know belle reads!!! and yeah probably a few are conservative and think that’s odd but MAJORITY of them are free-spirited artists !! many of them also fled paris the same time as maurice!! these are his people !! so they support that and probably gift him a book to give to her (or just give it right to her if she’s there) every now and then!! it’s not every time but if he can snatch a book for her he absolutely will 🥹

i did have one additional thought but it’s more just about belle getting books in general <3

[ghostblazewrites]

Melodies Of The Sky Intro

BASIC

genre: young adult, magical realism

status: working on 2nd draft, posting on wattpad

key themes: art, poetry, descriptive writing challenge, celestial symbolism, nature, mental health, sun & moon mythology, music, unlikely friendship, romanticizing life

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STORY

In the heart of an unassuming town, Lavender embarks on a personal journey of self-healing, only to find herself entangled in a myth that spans centuries and generations. Everything begins with an encounter with an enigmatic boy, setting in motion a celestial narrative that may connect to them more than they thought.

CHARACTERS

Lavender (she/her)

Lavender let out a sudden laugh. She was like a princess. She felt like one. Her kingdom was this never-ending field of mayflowers, and her crown was made with her own hands.

age: 15

Kind, unique, and a daydreamer, Lavender finds beauty and joy everywhere she goes. While not having many friends, she loves being around people and she adores deep connections. She’s very creative and expresses herself with art, music, and poetry.

quick facts

INFP

bad ukelele player, but is great at piano

has a gray tabby cat named willow!

morning bird, she loves waking up to the sunrise

favourite colour is blue

Eli (he/him

"You- you have to feel it. The story. You have to play with your soul and your body and your heart and your mind. You have to love each chord." He picked up his guitar. "You have to immerse yourself in a story and forget mistakes." 

age: 15

Quiet, gentle, and compassionate, Eli is a soft-spoken individual who has a talent for music and a passion for poetic words. He is dramatic like Lavender, always looking to make metaphors and poetry from mundane situations. While he seems aloof or shy on the outside, Eli quickly gets adventurous, excited and spontaneous about the things he cares the most about.

quick facts

INFJ

obsessed with the Lakelily myth of 'Eclipse'

has a dog named Luna

loves playing electric guitar

favourite colour is green

trans boy

night owl- loves midnight walks

AESTHETIC

moodboard

FACTS

☾𖤓 i started this book in may 2023, the absolute low of my mental health- it was supposed to be a quick descriptive writing prompt exercise to get my mind off of things...and quickly became this beautiful story.

☾𖤓 music is a huge part of mots- every chapter has a lyric :D

☾𖤓 the plot is pretty vague, i'll probably go into detail about it more in another post but the mystery is why it's so fun!

☾𖤓 third person, in lavender's pov (except for the prologue)

☾𖤓 the story is set in Lakelily, Ontario (no, i'm not just making every story set in canada whattt)

LINKS

pinboard

spotify playlist

wattpad

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hope you enjoyed, if anyone reads this lol!! i'm so happy and proud of melodies of the sky and hope to post the 2nd draft to wattpad more often. if you want to hear more, please tell me idk whether i'm shouting to the void anymore

[ratedn]

Intro Post v 2.0

About me

Hi! I'm William, I also go by the name Willow and Will, use any of the above that you prefer. I will not reveal my age (except on accident if I accidentally date myself) just know I'm gen Z. I'm bi-romantic and sexually confused and absolutely hyper fixated on the idea of love (and my supportive and wonderful girlfriend). I'm also neurodivergent (no clue where I lie on the spectrum but differently not normal) I do have ADD, and yes I do forget where I set things down. I have a deep interest in psychology and love meeting people who's brains are weird like mine! (Also I love getting asks/ reblogs with commentary)

My Interests

I have an absolute mess of interests, and they frequently change. Currently I am having a great time fixating on playing tennis, Minecraft, and acting. I am a stage performer who tends towards playing young boys or authoritarian rulers (weird, but that's theatre). I am also an aspiring blacksmith and engineer.

As far as Tv shows and other media, I absolutely adore hand drawn animation, especially when it is done by people with passion. I also like audio dramas such as Hannapocalypse, The Road of Shadows, and Midnight Burger.

My Projects

Currently I am leading work on an independently developed game called "Morti's Quest for Individuality" which is about an anthropomorphized mushroom that is separated from its colony and then has to learn what it means to exist as a singular entity. Along his journey he ends up creating his own colony which will lead to a final plot point. (Secret). It will be a two dimensional game that heavily features pixel art and dramatic story telling. If you are interested I may occasionally post art updates and (hopefully) a link to the beta at some point!

Finally I have multiple writing WIPs that will mainly be posted about on @mywipsdontend (although their individual blogs are linked at the end of the post

Additionally I am working on developing a TTRPG called "Hearthside Havoc" which is an adventuring game where you are always a commoner and never level up. The gimmick of the system is that death is always a real possibility and that the only way you improve is by acquiring better gear. Once I get it to the point it can be tested I may try to generate interest by posting about it here.

Also, I'm working on a horror anthology of my original works (Eldritch and psychological).

My Posts

This account is mainly for reblogs and less for my thoughts (those are slowly being migrated to @screaminginto-thevoid) If you want to do an @ game with me, this is the blog to tag. Any work on my WIPs will mainly be posted on @mywipsdontend but I may occasionally post updates on here since it is my larger blog.

Project Socials

For those interested, as my projects develop more of an identity I will link their specific pages here.

@your-stupid-face-the-book - This is the project page for my teen romance drama. It's about as cliche as it gets, but it does have a lot of queer representation

@signed-in-blood-the-book - This is the project page for my teen horror setting which revolves around Goetian magic (although the actual rituals are altered because God knows one of you would try summoning a demon). This one has several QPRs, several heteronormative relationships, and general queer representation. (We got Ace, Aro, and Aroace so tune in for some good representation!)

[vinbee631]

15 - I Don’t Need No Love (All I Need Is a Sugar Rush)

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

The weekends were an interesting time at Sanders Academy. A lack of classes (but not lack of homework) allowed students to have free range of the building and the opportunity to work or relax wherever and whenever they wanted. 

Most students enjoyed the free time... and then there was Virgil.

Chapter title from Sugar Rush by Addison Grace, heavily recommend his music, very relaxing and good for writing ;) also JEEZ give Virgil HUGS ALREADY DAMMIT. That being said, cw for dissosiciation, burnout/overworking, and detrimental work ethics, why won't someone help this poor boy???

(oh wait I wrote this)

(spoiler he doesn't get hugs yet)

The weekends were an interesting time at Sanders Academy. A lack of classes (but not lack of homework) allowed students to have free range of the building and the opportunity to work or relax wherever and whenever they wanted. 

Most students enjoyed the free time, having the freedom to make their own schedule for studying or working, or taking advantage the ample free time to make plans with friends. Only seniors were allowed to have cars on campus, but most of the students who didn’t drive, or didn’t have a close friend to drive them around, were more than content to find a spot to relax on campus.

And then there was Virgil.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy having a bit of free time to study. Quite the opposite, in fact, he knew just how important individual work time was for getting projects done. However, the amount of freedom he and his fellow students were given on weekends was almost- overwhelming. 

He wasn’t able to space his time out effectively. Saturday morning, he would work with his usual motivation until all his work was done, then practice his own music until he felt physically exhausted. 

And it was still before noon at that point.

He had followed an exact replica of that pattern three times already, and the fourth seemed to be no exception. That particular Thursday, Virgil was exhausted, overworked, and anxious by about 11 o’clock.

The problem was, he didn’t have a truly private space to take a break or destress, despite desperately needing to. But, there were other people there, people who would reach out to talk to him as soon as he arrived. 

As much as he had gotten used to that fact, he was absolutely not in the headspace for human interaction today.

Virgil could pinpoint the exact moment it hit noon, snapping out of what he realized was a long bout of dissociation in his practice room. He stood slowly and stretched, resisting the slight urge to chuck his music binder across the room and instead stuffed it back into his bag with a huff.

Maybe a chance of scenery would fix his problem? If he already associated these rooms with such a big roadblock, maybe a more neutral space would bring his motivation back.

He packed up the rest of his things, snapped his violin case closed, and slipped into the empty hallway.

Well, it was empty now. The foot traffic here was usually light, but he was by far not the only one practicing on the weekends. Playing out here would be disruptive, and catch people’s attention, two things he didn’t want. He kept walking, up the stairs and away from the music wing.

He ended up in the stairwell that led to the culinary arts classrooms on the second floor. It was the first place he found without lurking groups of chatting students, or people outside staring at him through the glass doors and windows, and there was an easier-to-access stairwell at the other end of the hallway, so the privacy should last for some time.

With a surge of determination from the fresh, private environment, he slid his violin out of its case and began to play the first thing that came to mind. 

Virgil didn’t often memorize songs on his violin. Unless forced to for a performance or audition, he avoided it, considering it was a much lengthier process than memorizing piano pieces. He preferred sheet music for this instrument. In hindsight, it would have been wise to bring a music stand. 

Yet, there were a few songs he could think of that stuck.

Most of them were pieces he’d learned in his own time, ones not assigned by tutors or recommended by his father. Some of them were silly, repetitive ones that people on the internet that didn’t play instruments could gush about. 

Long story short, Virgil raised the instrument up to playing position, and a moment later a slightly more technically challenging version of Touch-Tone Telephone resonated up the stairs and through the hallways, echoing slightly.

He cycled through a few other songs he could think of, even fingering around part of his audition for this school. After a while, the motivation dulled, and the last of the melodious echo faded.

It did not fade fast enough to avoid catching someone’s attention.

“That was beautiful.” Virgil jumped, turning to face Patton, deathly pale and expression wild. “Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya. I was just cooking upstairs and heard some beautiful music, and I wanted to tell whoever was playing that they were doing a great job! So, good job Virgil!”

Virgil’s pallid face abruptly turned crimson at the praise. “Er, thanks. Was… was that it, then?”

Patton blinked. “Well, I guess so! You can get back to your playing if you like. I can’t promise I won’t be doing a bit of healthy eavesdropping, but you really are a great musician!” 

Virgil shrugged. “I’ve run out of motivation at this point.” He surprised himself as he admitted the fact. “And, uh- thanks again. See you later.”

“Wait!” Virgil turned, raising an eyebrow as Patton regained his attention. “...What?”

“Would you… gosh, this is kind of a silly question, but would you wanna- cook with me? I just… well, it doesn’t seem like you’re busy now, and- not gonna lie you look a little stressed. I’m sure baking is not as big a stress reliever for you as it is for me, but- you can come if you’d like! It might be- fun?” 

Virgil frowned at the question. He had never cooked or baked in any capacity, and for the most part, neither did his family. He was going to be utterly clueless, and he was going to do so in front of an almost stranger, who happened to be a prodigy in the subject.

“...Yeah, why not?” 

…

Secretly, Patton was very grateful he’d run into Virgil when he did. After Roman’s conversation with him, the dance student had expressed how he was, quite frankly, very worried about him. Whatever their little argument had started from had ended with, well…

To Roman, it seemed like Virgil was dealing with something a lot bigger than any of them could have expected.

Patton didn’t think it was fair, nor a good idea, to confront him about it, especially if it was a mental health issue as they feared. Instead, he was more than happy to continue with the plan they originally settled on.

And this was going to be much more fun, anyway.

“So, so, so, I’m trying a new recipe! I do a lot of research for fun things to try on the weekends, and sometimes I’ll try out stuff I know I’m not good at for the practice without judgment from anyone! I don’t know how good you are at cooking but don’t worry, you can help with all the easy stuff, or just watch if it’s a bit much!”

Virgil blinked. “I… probably won’t be much help. I can’t really cook, and if it’s something you’re not good at��� yeah, there’s no hope for me.”

“No big deal! We can figure out something you’ll be able to do, I’m sure of it!” Virgil shrugged, tying the apron Patton handed him around his waist. 

Patton spread the three-page recipe out in front of them, and Virgil stared at the instructions. He looked overwhelmed, to say the least, and yeah, it was kind of complicated. But Virgil could help with the easy bits, and Patton could handle the rest!

“You leave for two minutes and come back with a friend.” Virgil jumped as Patton’s dad emerged from his office with a smile. “Why am I not surprised?”

Patton giggled. “What can I say? I got a bit distracted, but I’m ready to start now if you are?” He directed his attention back to Virgil with a smile, hoping the other boy wouldn’t question who this was and how they knew each other. 

He trusted Virgil for the most part, but he hadn’t told any of his other close friends about his parents. He wasn’t exactly ready to start now. Luckily, Virgil glossed over it with a grimace-y smile. “Uh, sure. Let’s… do it?” 

Patton waved at his dad as he left, then got right back in the baking zone. This was gonna be so much fun!

“Alright! I have all the ingredients laid out, do you wanna combine all the dry stuff for me?” Virgil nodded, looking over the list Patton had put to the side, along with the ingredients he’d laid out that the other boy would need.

Combining the dry ingredients for the sponge cakes seemed like something Virgil could handle while Patton took care of the lady fingers, mascarpone, and keeping the whole project organized. Layering was a challenge for later, when all these steps were done.

Despite his initial uneasiness, it seemed like Virgil was having a good time! He had a lot of questions, probably to make sure he didn’t make any mistakes, but eventually, he seemed to become much more confident in what he was doing.

“So, now I’m gonna move the sponge cake batter into these two pans, but I’ll cut ‘em in half later,” Patton explained as he stuck the pans in the oven.

“Isn’t… this is tiramisu, so why do you need the sponge cakes? Uh… unless, it- normally has that? I don’t… I’m not the expert.”

Patton grinned at the opportunity to explain. “So, yeah, normal tiramisu is just the ladyfingers and mascarpone, but I found this recipe the other day that has a layer of sponge as kind of a third layer, I think they called it a parfait tiramisu, and the sponges are soaked in different mixtures, the sponge cake one is a little more chocolate-y than the espresso for the ladyfingers. That’s why I wanted to try it! It’s a little different than other recipes I’ve followed.”

“I guess you thought a lot about this,” Virgil noted with a bit of a smirk. 

“Yeah,” Patton admitted, cheeks tinged slightly pink. “It’s something I’m pretty passionate about. I’ve never been super obsessed with being this- awesome, child prodigy chef or baker, but instead, I try to challenge myself to do new things, stuff I’m not even sure I can make, just to see. It’s fun, to see what food is capable of becoming. And then I get to share it with the people I love!” 

His roommate nodded along with the explanation. “Yeah, I get that. It’s probably… better, to be more focused on learning and growing than… being perfect,” Virgil trailed off, and Patton wasn’t quite sure they were just talking about him anymore.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with being perfect! I just think perfectionism is a waste of energy. Culinary arts isn’t an exact science, anyway. I mean, the recipe is important, but the beauty and the- originality comes from the variety, the steps you take to make it your own creation. And, it tastes good, hopefully! And when it doesn’t taste good, you can laugh about it, tell the story, and try again.”

“Try again, huh?” Virgil frowned staring off into nowhere. “I… sorry, that… I got off track. Uh, that makes a lot of sense. Never really thought about it that way, but I don’t cook, so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Well, someone quite wise once said, ‘anyone can cook,’ so here we are! I hope you had fun, at least,” Patton replied brightly, sticking the last of their creation into the oven and setting the appropriate timers for each pan.

“...Did you just quote Ratatouille at me?” Virgil stared at him in bafflement, but a shocked smirk gave away how he really felt.

Patton giggled, taking a seat in a nearby stool, waving for Virgil to do the same. “I guess I did, not taking it back, though. It’s a good quote! A very wise rat,” he declared sagely.

Virgil chuckled in response, sitting down across from him. He didn’t seem to have anything to add, and Patton’s words were making him think about- something big. So, he left him be, enjoying the ambient sounds of the almost empty kitchen.

The comfortable silence was only interrupted by the shrill ringing of his time. Patton jumped up with a grin. Now for the fun part!

“Alright, well, all that’s left is to wait for this stuff to cool and combine it once it’s out of the oven. If you wanna stick around and hang out until it’s done, you can. But, if you want, I can just text you when it’s done for the taste test! That’s the most important part, after all!” 

“I… uh, I can stay. Not much else to do, anyway. Uhm… would you… er, wanna- talk more about the, uh- recipes? Like, other- cool one’s you’ve tried… before? You don’t have to but… seemed like something you’d- uh, like to talk about to… pass time I guess,” Virgil stammered.

“Oh, absolutely! I have all kinds of stories, some of them with more- er, successful outcomes than others. Ooh, I should tell you about the first tiered cake I made with my parents! We ended up having to order one, since it was actually for someone else, but we wanted to try it ourselves first! It was, heh- kind of a waste of eggs, actually.”

Virgil watched from his spot on his stool as Patton rambled excitedly, their cake being cooled on the counter behind him. 

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the most productive way to spend a Saturday afternoon, and Virgil was conveniently ignoring the fact he was once again choosing to spend time with one of his roomates.

Patton’s excited smile as he talked about something he really, truly loved kinda made it worth it.

…Just as long as he still got to eat the cake afterwards. 

[words-after-midnight]

Happy Blorbo Blurbsday! Tell me something about your favorite character you write.

Answering this a week late, my apologies!

My favorite character to write that I'm actively writing right now is Jeff, so here's some miscellaneous stuff about him:

Jeff aged 17 (left), 18 (middle) and 19 (right).

- Primarily features as the antagonist of my main wip Life in Black and White, but also appears in various other projects (both short- and long-form).

- Attended leftist demonstrations and a Marxist book club with his mother as a baby.

- Once said "daddy cop" in a court of law.

- One of his longer-term friends with benefits (ie. the protagonist of Life in Black and White) is absolutely obsessed with him.

- Would shank you for a piece of cheesecake.

- His name is, perhaps surprisingly, not short for Jeffrey.

- Every time he gets visibly injured (which is OFTEN, he's legitimately fights georg) he makes up a new and different convoluted story about the injury for every individual who asks him what happened.

- No matter who you are, 100% guaranteed he thinks he can take you in a fight. That's not to say he is never proven wrong - he is 5'11" and weighs maybe 160 lbs soaking wet. He frequently loses fights. But he is still absolutely convinced that he can beat anyone he sees in a fight. Conclusion: this man does not fucking learn.

- Has an, uh... interesting perspective and worldview. On the surface he's very charming, funny, carefree, fun to be around, eloquent, and seems outwardly very put together, but if you get to know him beyond a surface level it becomes clear that he's very shallow and hedonistic, with no real ambitions, direction, or long-term goals. He drowns his chronic boredom in a neverending series of cheap thrills and hedonistic pursuits. He also has a very stark "dog eat dog" or predator vs. prey view of life - in line with this, he loves to create chaos and drama, and views people in his life as objects or toys with which to entertain himself. He has no genuine, deep emotional attachment to anyone. "Oh, but I'm sure there are one or two people -" No. There are no exceptions. He also has no relationship to his own possessions (including his own body) beyond viewing them as tools.

His tag on my blog is thing 2 (bc I often refer to him and Gabriel as thing 1 and thing 2). Some previous posts I've done about him are here and here and here and also here. You can also see other sketches I've done of him (and other characters) in my concept art tag.

[wild-karrde]

Last minute Fandom Friday art rec!!

These pieces by @livielightyear on Instagram just broke my heart.

The detail is so beautiful, and Rex’s face makes me want to cry!! 😭😭💔

ERIN THIS BROKE ME. Like I CANNOT HANDLE WATCHING REX CRY. IT IS TOO PAINFUL (even if I put it in my writing all the time like an absolute asshole). This is such a beautiful piece, and I spent SO LONG looking at all of the individual details. I especially love the inclusion of Rex, Anakin, and Ahsoka's first meeting (his little laugh murders me every time I LOVE HIM SO MUCH). It's PERFECT and I want to HUG THEM ALL (except Palps... he can go kick rocks).

Thanks for the rec!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[oceanlipgloss]

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧

ABOUT ME [THE WRITER]

Ra (pron. she/her) is a nickname I chose for myself. I may be in my 20s, but my mind is that of a tattered old lady, yes. Laziness devours me. I yearn for the old times and cling to my DVDs. Every now and then I disappear or go on hiatus because my affinity bar is maxed out with exquisite mental health. Hail useless anti-depressants.

My taste in most things is quite curious. I write and supposedly make ‘art’ once in a blue moon as well, so I’m a semi-illustrator. Anatomy and I are longing strangers. And though dealing with romance in real life is undesirable to me, I do delight in painting my work with a palette of sweet love, tragic romances, and twisted hearts.

Love for ‘Ghibli’ films and ‘Mystic Messenger’ sparkles in a great land in my heart; they’ve been so dear to my soul for many years now, and that’s how things will forever stay. Saeyoung, Ray, and every Saeran are eternally my sweethearts <3

+[1] a lover of art from almost each of its movements prior to the 21st century, while Pop Surrealism is the strange, modern dessert I delight in.

+[2] Russian literature is a drop of reality and tragic paradise.

+[3] Tokyo Ghoul is the only actual manga I have ever read, and the only one I will ever read. A multitude of its colours speak to me and feed my interests. Uta is #1—a rare character who makes me feel as though he was crafted to represent a part of me by possessing qualities, emotions and views that resemble mine and are rarely, if ever, spoken of.

+[4] 90s and 2000s Cartoon Network programs are gems. One of my little dreams is having on a DVD-disc Ed Edd n’ Eddy and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

+[5] Tragedy, dark/twisted themes, horror, and gore make my brain pulse with excited admiration.

+[6] Green Day’s songs take me back to a time I long for and make me feel summer, longing and nostalgia in sound form.

+[7] Venom is the cutest and sexiest creature from outer space to ever be, and I feel like The Wolverine would understand me.

+[8] A premium-grade night owl who can either stay up until morning and wake up at 8AM, or go much earlier to bed.

+[9] 180cm and wish I were a bit shorter, yet still do like my height.

+[10] I may have written—and continue to write—a considerable number of fanfiction works, but it is much, much too rare for me to read those of others.

+[11] Years ago, perhaps in 2019, the ancestor of this blog was crafted under my current username @oceanlipgloss, and on its digital walls I also taped writings for the same games I write fics about now still (with the exception of both ‘Love and Deepspace’ and ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?,’ of course, since both projects had not yet gotten launched back then), so a number of my works are actually old; I chose to deactivate said account during April of 2022. Truth be told, however, I would never have managed to remember neither the month nor year of deactivation were it not for my awareness of a reblog on a once renowned fic of mine (fun fact #1: that fic is ‘Wishes to the Devil’; back then it was the most popularly beloved alphabetical creation I had made).

+[12] @graffitifactory makes for my secondary writing blog; it is particular to fics about Shaw of MLQC. Very rarely do I log-in and put anything up on it now.

+[13] I always give MCs and OCs names I’m fond of, meaning any in-game name that may appear in screenshots I post is not mine. In my mind, the stories are all unrelated to me, and each MC is an individual absolutely separate from and completely different from myself. To put it otherwise: as I play, I view myself as a distant reader and faraway spectator, for I have no interest in being doted on, quite frankly, whether that be in virtual worlds or reality :P

ABOUT MY WRITINGS [THE FANFICS]

On this little slice of internet I stack all my fics like scoops of ice cream—most of them are bitter with melancholy, a couple are spicy with sensuality, and some are sugary with romance.

My writings are not in the sort of style and themes normally sprinkled in popular culture. They can be as short as less than a 100 words and pretty peculiar, but I try to keep them as canonical as could be, for that caters to my tastes. Oftentimes, I make sure to conduct a study on characters and do not write any piece about them before I understand them to the bone, yet there may still be exceptions, however rare.

None of my works are ever sexually explicit, but all of them are written in the 3rd person perspective and maintain feminine pronouns; fanfics about ‘Mystic Messenger,’ ‘Love and Deepspace,’ ‘Love and Producer,’ and ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ revolve around the existing female MCs (including their official traits and appearances), while ‘Obey Me!’ fics star my original female MC (with descriptions of her looks, as well as mentions of her qualities, personality, talents, and hobbies).

The otome world knocked on my window about a decade earlier, so I’ve played about 99% of Voltage Inc.’s old games and 95% of NTT Solmare’s. As of now, though, the games I write—and have written—for are five:

+ MYSTIC MESSENGER

+ SHALL WE DATE? OBEY ME!

+ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

+ LOVE AND PRODUCER

+ WHAT IN “HELL” IS BAD? [GAME_UNINSTALLED]

—note: someday, my writings may include Tokyo Ghoul.

Subjects and themes I am fond of writing about—as well as may tint my works with at times—on the other hand, are as such:

+ art & surrealism

+ classics & history

+ fairy tales & folklore

+ vintage times & pop culture

+ broken souls & romance

+ tragedy, identity & death

+ sacrilege & the forbidden

+ crime, infidelity & obsession

+ dark themes* & messy selves

+ gore, thrillers & body horror

+ psychological torture & toxicity

+ religion, destiny & philosophy

*like: somnophilia, non-consensual sex, sex with dubious consent, as well as much of the above material which has been aforementioned.

FAVOURITE CHARACTERS [THE RANKINGS]

+ MYSTIC MESSENGER: ¹ the twins (except for how they aren’t mere favourite characters of mine, but so much more than that; I love them both so much) | ² Jumin Han, V | ³ Rika (interest × loathing; she is such an intriguing and complex soul, but I will hate her to death even as I lie a cold, rotten corpse in my black grave).

+ SHALL WE DATE? OBEY ME!: ¹ Mephistopheles | ² Raphael, Simeon, Mammon, Belphegor | ³ Lucifer, Satan, Solomon.

+ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: ¹ Sylus | ² Rafayel | ³ Zayne, Xavier.

+ LOVE AND PRODUCER: ¹ Shaw | ² Gavin | ³ Victor.

+ WHAT IN “HELL” IS BAD?: ¹ Satan, Lucifer, Leviathan | ² Zagan, Gusion, Belphegor.

+ GHIBLI: ¹ No Face, Soot Sprites, Kamaji, Zeniba, Yubaba, Haku, Shō, Turnip Head, Howl | ² Lin, Fujimoto, Lisa, Jiji, Catbus.

+ TOKYO GHOUL: ¹ Uta | ² Naki, Nishio, Touka, Ayato, Shuu, Akira, Juuzou, Seidou, Hideyoshi | ³ Yamori, Kuzen, Arata, Banjou, Kotarou, Kureo | ⁴ Ken, Tatara, Eto, Rize, Arima, Urie, Saiko, Shirazu, Hanbee, Nimura.

+ THE CONJURING UNIVERSE: Valak (fun fact #2: I actually dislike the movies. I just like Valak; a male demon who pretends to be—and presents himself as—a brutally unholy nun so as to mock real nuns, is somewhat quirky, has dark humour surprise surprise and also looks sort of hot? Ya lol)

+ THE MARVEL UNIVERSE: ¹ Venom | ² The Wolverine | ³ Carnage, Deadpool.

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[jariktig]

Fandom ask!! 1, 3, 6, 9, 13

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

(a) the sheer inventive enthusiasm for a multiplicity of readings and fanons and ships and - well - everything, really. What's not to love about a fandom that is prepared to adopt at least four ways of having sex, and to deploy more than one of them in the same fic. And I also love the variants where it's not a thing at all, for everybody or for some people. And the number of one-fic wonder rarepairs where the one fic is actively good. I suppose it may be similar in other fandoms, but I think the official everything-is-canon approach probably helps. And there's such a range of tones and content in canon to play with too.

(b) Small sample stuff this, but the people I have met here and their kindness and the ways lots of them leverage their talents to make the world a better place. Which is absolutely a multi-fandom thing - you only have to look at fth for that - but of course I see it here and some of those people seem really special to me.

(c) The art - robots are just hard to draw and lots of TFs very similar because of the way the designs link to the toys and the constraints of manufacturing. And yet there are so many people who make them clearly visibly identifiable (even to my somewhat face-blind self) while creating a really unique style. How cool is that?

And I'll add the thing that got my snobbish would-be highbrow tweenage self into a silly children's cartoon - the joy of the underlying concept of robots who turn into planes and guns and tapes (yes, yes, and cars and trucks and...) and who are people too.

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Optimus, most obviously. He was the one that my baby brother admired as the hero and my contrary history-is-written-by-the victors-so-this-is-autobot-propaganda reading of all the contradictions in G1 treated most unkindly. But a whole bunch of really good writers have seen him very differently and I've gained a lot from their readings.

6. something you see in art a lot and love

The way people use kibble to express emotions - Optimus' finials for the most obvious examples, but there are loads of others. And the amazing amounts of detail people manage to fit into even the silliest drawings.

9. oh, lots of them. With a few very specific exceptions I'll eat almost anything either / or &. And moreso if you add other bodies into the mix - I can't be doing with Jazz/Prowl in general, for example, but Jazz/Prowl/Soundwave has some lovely stuff. At random, the intra-group Stunticons and Combaticons pairs or groups in lots of combinations, Soundwave/Shockwave, Ravage/Soundwave, Megatron/Ratchet, Grimlock/Starscream, the whole of Decepticon Command in one big tangle, Bruticus/First Aid, Megatron/Optimus/Ratchet... And people have sold me on quite a few I wasn't fond of - for example Vortex/First Aid, Megatron/Optimus/Bumblebee (which is surprising because in general Bumblebee irritates me), Deadlock/Starscream...

13. your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

My favourite favourites are probably the ones like fth and the recent cartoonists' get-together for Gaza and the tf tarot and the Represent zine, where people use their art and writing to raise money for good causes. That feels like getting all the joy of the fan-thing with extra goodness on top. The ones I find easiest to participate in as a writer are the gift exchanges/secret solenoids/etc where you're writing for an individual and you get quite a bit of scoping of what they like.